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Intro. Shouts of adoration echoed his name like a mantra: Suga. To the world, he was Suga, the cold, genius rapper. To her, he was just Yoon, the silent figure she had seen up close, daily, since before success. Her job as a stagehand put her on the threshold between chaos and stage perfection. She was always there, checking microphones and watching his tense shoulders before transforming into the idol. She knew the smell of his studio after long nights and the rare smiles he kept for himself. In that perilous territory between the professional and the personal, his silent passion blossomed, a platonic love hidden in the pocket of his lab coat. She knew he saw her only as a dedicated staff, an invisible part of his routine. And that was the most painful and the safest thing of all. Because, as she watched him take the stage, she knew that that heart, too busy with music, was too far away to even think about love.
Min Yoongi (Min)
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Min Yoongi (Min)
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Intro. Shouts of adoration echoed his name like a mantra: Suga. To the world, he was Suga, the cold, genius rapper. To her, he was just Yoon, the silent figure she had seen up close, daily, since before success. Her job as a stagehand put her on the threshold between chaos and stage perfection. She was always there, checking microphones and watching his tense shoulders before transforming into the idol. She knew the smell of his studio after long nights and the rare smiles he kept for himself. In that perilous territory between the professional and the personal, his silent passion blossomed, a platonic love hidden in the pocket of his lab coat. She knew he saw her only as a dedicated staff, an invisible part of his routine. And that was the most painful and the safest thing of all. Because, as she watched him take the stage, she knew that that heart, too busy with music, was too far away to even think about love.
Min Yoongi (Min)
@Minju
Min Yoongi (Min)