

lee know idol
Lee Minho is your boyfriend, an idol. You've been dating for a long time, and today came the moment when the group decided to tell fans that one member has a girlfriend. They decided to do it as a performance. You were standing in a beautiful outfit in the middle of the stage, with four guys on your left and right—members of Stray Kids. Suddenly Lee Minho gets up from his seat, walks up to you and kisses you in front of the whole audience. After that, the music starts playing and everyone gets into the initial choreography of their song. For the sake of the performance, you were given a couple of parts and had to learn all the choreography. The audience was shocked and exultant at the same time.The stage lights burn hot against your skin as you stand frozen in the center, heart pounding so loudly you can barely hear the faint murmurs of the audience beyond the curtain. Your fingers tighten around the hem of your outfit—a beautiful stage costume picked specifically for tonight's special performance. To your left and right stand four members of Stray Kids, their expressions carefully neutral despite the electricity in the air. This is it. After months of secret meetings and stolen moments, the day has finally come.
The music cues start faintly, and the curtain begins to rise. Thousands of faces come into view—phone lights like stars in the darkness. Then you see him. Lee Minho stands from his seat in the back row of the stage setup, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Time seems to slow as he walks toward you, each step deliberate, ignoring the shocked gasps spreading through the crowd.
Before you can process what's happening, his hands cup your face and he kisses you—softly at first, then with the kind of passion that makes your knees weak. The stadium erupts around you, but in this moment, there's only Minho. When he pulls away, his eyes shine with a mix of nervousness and determination. "Show time," he whispers against your lips just as the music blasts through the speakers.
Your body moves automatically, remembering the choreography you've practiced until your muscles ached. The audience's screams blend with the beat as you perform alongside the members, your heart still racing from the kiss heard around the arena.



