BACKSTAGE SECRET ! - KIER X G.N READER
This game is called backstage Infatuation! This game is so underrated. So, I will doing some one-shots, because I love the characters!!
Summary: â Backstage, you lost your bracelet, Kethan gifted you! Don't worry, There's someone to help you!
Content Warning : Yandere themes
Did not proof read/Rushed.
Wrapped in a too-thin coat, media pass clutched between chilled fingers, lens cap off and camera ready. The cold bit at your ankles, but you barely noticed. Not when tonight mattered so much. Not when it was LUXEâs comeback debutâand Kierâs first solo single release.
The press line was chaos: journalists elbowing for position, flashes flaring like lightning, muttered complaints fogging in the air. Everyone wanted to be the first to capture them all.
You werenât supposed to be in this area. Technically, your badge said âgeneral coverage.â But youâd arrived before sunrise, staked out the best possible angle, and refused to budge. If anyone asked, you were supposed to be here. This was going to be one of the biggest shows of the year⌠right?
You flipped through the concert pamphlet for the hundredth time, fingertips numb but careful not to crease the page.
Oriel: dignified, dazzling.
Min: cool, collected.
KierâŚ
Your eyes paused on him. His picture was radiant. Almost too perfect. Hair falling in sleek strands over sharp cheekbones. A slight smirkâarrogant, maybeâbut only if you didnât know better.
You did know better. Youâd seen him before thatâoffstage. With no stylists, no cameras. Just Kier, buying two caramel lattes and an absurdly bitter iced americano like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You hadnât forgotten. Actually, you'd brought a caramel latte today, too. Warm, still tucked in your coat pocket, for yourself!
He did tell you to think like that.
But could a fan and an idol really be⌠anything real? Like friends?
Heâs up there. Ethereal. Shining. Beautiful.
Youâre⌠you.
You smiled to yourself anyway, lips chapped from the wind. Sam was going to freak when you told her about this. Minji had been kind enough to let you off early from workâa miracle.
"I wonder what his single will be like?" you murmured, heart fluttering. "I canât wait."
And just as the excitement bubbled in your chest, your stomach made a dramatic protest.
You groaned softly. âSeriously? Now?â You doubled slightly. âGod⌠I knew I shouldnât have let Kethan talk me into that second round of dumplingsâŚâ
You bolted for the restroom the second you found an openingâhalf-jogging past camera rigs and stacks of cables, muttering half-apologies to the tech crew and other reporters. Your stomach churned like a traitor. Of all the timesâŚ
You got your business done in record time, hands barely dry as you burst back into the hallway, still holding onto your press pass like it might anchor you to this timeline.
But as you rounded the cornerâslam.
You collided with someone. Full force. Something clattered. You went down like a folding chair.
"Aiiyoâ!" the woman beneath you yelped. A mop bucket sloshed, something wet hit your shoe, and you realized with dawning horror you had flattened the poor cleaning lady.
"Oh my godâIâm so sorryâ!"
You scrambled up, brushing off your pants with shaky hands, cheeks burning.
She blinked at you from the floor, visibly unharmed, just startled. âYou okay?â
âIâuhâyeah. Yeah. Totally fine,â you managed, voice tight with embarrassment.
She gave a breathy chuckle, waved you off, and walked away muttering something about âyoung people with ants in their pants.â You nodded dumbly, offered another apology to her retreating back, and turned to fix your jacket.
Thatâs when your stomach dropped againâbut for a different reason this time.
The bracelet.
The bracelet.
Your eyes widened. Not the bracelet youâd been wearing casually for months, not some accessory. Noâthe one Kethan gave you yesterday. The one he dramatically claime
You had laughed. It had fit weirdly well. You hadnât taken it off since.
You scanned the floor in panic. Nothing.
You crouched low, heart hammering, crawling slightly as you peered beneath the mop cart, near the baseboards, under your own boots. Nothing. Not even a shimmer.
âNo, no, noâŚâ you whispered, biting your lip. You retraced your steps toward the hallway where youâd sprinted earlier, eyes darting to the corners, past spilled mop water and the distant sound of the opening act starting. No time. If you waited any longer, the concert would start and youâd lose your spot in the media pit.
But the braceletâdamn it,
"I got this for you. During I was-."
Luckily, the backstage area was quite small, and you found the janitor's closet in no time. Lost things had to be kept here, right? That was your best bet.
You reached for the doorknob. Locked.
You sighed, stepping back and scanning the hallway again. No janitor. No bracelet. You werenât giving up just yet.
You started checking corners, crouching behind crates of lighting equipment, peeking under utility carts. You thought it would be a five-minute detour.
But half an hour passed, and you were still no closer.
Your anxiety was scraping at your throat, panic starting to edge in, whenâ
A voice from outside. Male. Calm. Curious.
Your brain malfunctioned.
Kier immediately held a finger to his lips. "Shush. Keep it down."
You blinked. Twice. "What are you doing here? Shouldnât the concert be starting soon?"
He looked over his shoulder, then back at you, hair slightly mussed, eyes brighter than youâd ever seen them.
"Iâm just... hiding," he muttered. "My assistant wonât shut up. I know heâs doing his job, but the nagging is driving me insane."
You stared at him. This was weird. KierâThe Moon Princeâjust slipped backstage to... hide?
Something was off. He was talking fast. Fidgeting.
He paused. Looked away. Then back again with a gentle smile.
He hummed a soft tune. Low, delicate, threading through the silence between you. You didnât recognize it, but it made your shoulders relax a little.
"Is that part of your single album?" you asked. "Itâs good. Really good."
He smiled, a little lopsided. "You think so? I feel a bit better, then. I just hoped youâd really like it."
You tilted your head. "By 'you', you mean your fans?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Last time I checked, you said you were a fan too."
Then he stuck his tongue out at you.
You blinked. Blushed. "Ohâshit. Sorry."
He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. The tension in your chest melted just a bit.
Kier glanced around the cramped closet space with a skeptical eye. âSo... what are you doing here? Shouldnât you be out there with the others, cheering like a proper fan?â
You laughed, a little too loud. Nervous. âI, uh... lost something. A bracelet. It was a gift.â
At that, the teasing edge in his voice dulled. âImportant?â
You nodded. âYeah. Kethan gave it to me yesterday. Itâs dumb, butââ
âNot dumb,â Kier cut in, his gaze surprisingly sharp. âIt matters to you. So it matters.â
Before you could even thank him, he clapped his hands once with mock drama. âAlright then. Operation Rescue Sparkly Thing is a go.â
You blinked. âThatâs seriously the name weâre going with?â
He glanced at you sideways with a grin. âDonât sass your rescuer.â
He crouched down and began scanning the dim floor under a metal shelf, muttering under his breath, â...if I were a bracelet, where would I hide? Maybe under some lost dignityâŚâ
You crouched beside him. The space was cramped, filled with wires, old props, and dust, the air sharp with disinfectant.
âThanks, Kier. You really donât have toââ
âI want to.â His voice was soft this time, no teasing. Just truth. It made something squeeze warm and tight in your chest.
You both kept searching in silence, eyes scanning every shadow. At one point, Kier pointed toward the tablet youâd dropped earlier.
âYou checked under that?â
You waved it off. âI did. I swear, itâs not thereââ
You sighed and moved to lift the tablet. You both leaned in at the same time, reachingâand didnât notice how close youâd gotten untilâ
Your shoulders bumped, then your hands, and thenâKierâs balance tilted forward. In the most embarrassing, slow-motion moment imaginable, he fell.
You landed flat on your back with a soft âoof,â the air rushing out of your lungs. Kier didnât hit you hard, but his weight was unmistakable, his body flush against yours.
His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
âIâIâm so sorry!â you blurted, trying to sit up, but his hand pressed gently against your side.
That was all he said. Just wait.
For a heartbeat, maybe two, maybe more, he stayed there. His breath slow. His voice low, nearly a whisper.
âYou smell nice,â he mumbled, the words barely making sense. âLike... caramel.â
You didnât catch the flicker in his eyes as he slowly pushed himself up. You didnât see the sudden heat, the way his pupils had dilated, that half-mad glint he tried to blink away too late...
You only saw the soft smile he wore when he looked down at you.
âYou okay?â he asked.
âPeachy.â He stood and held out a hand. You took it.
Still no sign of the bracelet.
You both went back to searching.
Kier crouched beside you, trailing his fingers lazily over the floor, but you were the one truly focusedâmoving crates, lifting wires, mumbling to yourself. âUgh, it mustâve fallen when I tripped on that mop. God, Iâm such a klutzâŚâ
He hummed. Low. Noncommittal.
â...Itâs justâKethan gave it to me, you know? My best friend since forever... He came back a few weeks ago, He gave it to me...." You laughed.
You didnât notice. Still talking. Still smiling.
âWe used to build little cardboard forts after school, pretend we were superheroes.. Said heâd be âMagma Boyâ and melt anyone who messed with me.â
You didnât see itâhow Kierâs shoulders tensed. How his gaze dropped, no longer scanning the floor,with such intensity it mightâve burned a hole clean through.
He hadnât said a word yet, and that wasnât like him.
âKier?â you asked, still grinning. âYou okay?â
âMm.â His voice came tight, but practiced. Still smooth. Still sweet. âYeah. Just thinking.â
He stood. A slow, precise movement.
You blinked up at him. âYou sure?â
He smiled down at you. It didnât reach his eyes.
âThat bracelet,â he said softly. âIt really means that much to you?â
âOf course,â you said without hesitation. âItâs from Kethan.â
Kier tilted his head, like a curious cat. His hands were in his coat pockets now. One foot slightly forward. Blocking your exit.
"That nickname," he echoed, voice low. Too low. âMagma Boy.â
You chuckled. âYeah. Dumb, right?â
âHilarious.â The smile widened. âSo⌠are you close?â
You blinked. âWhat, with Kethan? Yeah, of course. Heâs myââ You were still searching..
Kier took a slow, deliberate step forward.
â...My friend,â you said, laughing nervously. âMy best friend.â
His voice was smooth now. Velvet over a blade. Carefully controlled. He didnât want to scare you.
But inside, the thoughts spiraled.
And stillâstillâyou kept smiling about someone else.
He could melt people, huh?
Kier leaned down, brushing invisible dust from your sleeve with gentle fingers. His eyes met yoursâwarm, blue beautiful.
"Donât worry," he murmured. "Iâll help you find it. Iâm very good at finding thingsâŚâ
His voice dropped an octave.
ââŚand keeping them.â
You dusted off your knees, still crouching as you scanned the floor, and glanced through the cracked door toward the faint thrum of the crowd outside.
âSheesh,â you muttered. âThe fans are really out there in full force tonight.â
Kier shifted beside you, standing straighter as he peeked through the door too. âIâm honestly surprised this many showed up,â he murmured. âItâs windy as hell out there. Felt like my ears were gonna freeze off earlier.â
You smiled. âWell, thatâs fans for you. fans especially. Rain, snow, warâtheyâll still show up.â
He chuckled, soft. âI guess thatâs what 'fan' means, huh? Fanatic.â
âYeah,â you said, pulling your coat tighter. âBut it doesnât always have to mean crazy. Just⌠passionate.â
Kierâs expression shiftedâjust slightly. âIâm happy to be on stage again,â he said, voice lower now, slower.
You nodded, but caught the flicker in his eyes.
ââŚBut?â you prompted.
He didnât elaborate immediately, so you tilted your head. âDid something happen?â
Kierâs gaze drifted toward the far wall, as if he were looking into a memory instead of the dim backstage space.
âDuring our first interview as LUXE,â he said slowly, âwe were in this tiny studio. Three chairs. One little lamp above us. We were just rookies. I looked up, and something felt off.â
You stayed quiet, listening.
âThe bulb in the lamp was tinted weird. When I looked closer, I realized it wasnât just a bulb. There was a lens in it. A camera. Hidden. Filming us.â
You straightened a little. âI heard about thatââ
âMy members were answering questions, laughing, totally unaware. So I pretended to take selfies. Tilted my phone just right. Took a few shots of the lamp.â
âThatâs when Aurora Rising Records stepped in. Replaced the entire staff team. Turned out one of the production staff was actually a fan. In disguise. Pretending to work there, just to spy on us.â
He looked back at you then.
But there was something quieter about it. Not fake. Just⌠weathered.
âI hate crazy fans,â he repeated. âBut itâs not just that. The way they want to own you. Break pieces off of you. Call it love.â
You didnât know what to say.
Until he looked at you againâand that smile shifted. Softened.
ââŚBut you,â he said.
Your stomach fluttered. âMe?â
âYou never screamed at me,â he said plainly. âNever shoved a phone in my face. Never begged me for anything.â
You flushed, mouth openingâclosing.
âEvery time I saw you,â he continued, âyou were just⌠quiet. Present. Kind.â
He reached out, brushing a loose thread off your sleeve. His fingers were gentle.
âYou treated me like a person,â he said. âEven though youâre a fan⌠youâre a real one. A gen one. The kind people forget exist.â
You blinked. âKier, IâŚâ
He smiled againâthis time, soft and warm. Like moonlight instead of stage lights.
âThank you,â he said. âFor that.â
You looked down at the dusty floor, eyes beginning to sting.
Why did things like this always happen?
It was just a braceletâbut it wasnât just a bracelet. Kethan gave it to you.Who always remembered things when no one else did. Heâd given it to you yesterday-
Now it was gone. Your chest hurt just thinking about it.
Kier was watching you, the playfulness gone nowâreplaced with something quieter. Something⌠concerned.
âIâll let my staff know,â he said gently. âWeâll find it. I promise.â
You stared at him. The stage was probably about to start any minute. He shouldnât even be back here.
âThereâs still a few minutes.â He tilted his head. âLet me help, alright? Iâll get them on it.â
Your throat closed up a little. You hated being seen like this. Teary-eyed. Small.
You didnât know what else to doâso you reached into your coat and pulled out the warm paper cup you'd forgotten you were even holding.
The caramel latte. The one you'd bought for yourself. The one you almost wanted to give him⌠just in case you saw him.
You shoved it toward him with both hands.
He blinked, surprised. â...Whatâs this?â
You kept your face straight. âYou helped me. I wanted to thank you.â
He just stared at the cup.
âThereâs nothing mixed in it,â you added flatly. âJust.."
He burst out laughingâeyes crinkling, face flushing a soft pink. He took it from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly.
â...Itâs my favorite drink,â he said quietly, smiling like youâd handed him something sacred.
You blinked. âReally?â
âYeah,â he said. âYou remembered that?â
âNo,â you admitted. âBut Iâll remember it now.â
He looked at youâreally looked at youâand then took a long sip from the latte.
When he lowered the cup, something about him seemed looser. Warmer.
âThanks,â he said, voice smooth. âI feel a lot better now.â
Seeing him smile, made you smile too..
Kier stared at you for a moment, then without warning, pulled you into a hug.
It wasnât brief, either.
His arms circled around your shoulders with warmth and a kind of desperate gentleness, like you were something he was afraid to let go of. You stiffened for a secondâcaught off guardâbut quickly melted into it.
âI feel better too,â you whispered into his chest.
You felt him exhale against the crown of your head, a little softer this time.
When you finally pulled away, you smiled, still a little dazed. âThank you, Kier. Seriously.â
He only nodded, eyes unreadable. That soft smile back on his lips.
You stepped away, turning to leave before you could overthink it. The hallway echoed with your retreating steps.
Idols are human too, you thought. Not just distant, glowing stars on stage. They get tired. They get frustrated. They hide in janitor closets and complain about assistants. They drink lattes and help search for lost bracelets and⌠they hug.
From now on, you promised yourself, you'd treat idols better.
Not like gods. Not like dolls.
You disappeared around the corner.
Meanwhile, back in the cramped space of the janitorâs closet, Kier exhaled slowly.
Then his fingers reached into the pocket of his oversized jacket.
There it was. The bracelet.
His expression warpedâdark, twisted, flat with disdain. That cursed trinketâtacky, mismatched, with a fraying cord and an ugly little bead in the shape of a cartoon skull.
His jaw clenched. His lips curled into something cruel.
He remembered how you looked while talking about Kethanâlaughing softly, eyes gleaming with memory. It burned. It burned.
You were his muse. His light. His obsession. Not Kethanâs. Not anyoneâs. You had no idea what you did to himâhow deep you'd sunk into him. Into his skin, his veins, his voice.
Ugly. Cheap. It doesnât suit you.
It burned him just to imagine it on your wrist. Something from him. Some other boy. Some fool who thought he could mark you with a trinket.
He could get something way more expensive or pretty....
Still staring at the bracelet, Kier crouched. Placed it on the floor like a delicate relic.
And drove his boot down hard.
The crunch of cheap beads and snapped cord echoed like tiny bones.
He smiled, expression pitch-black and wild under the soft closet light.
âMine,â he muttered, voice venom-laced silk.
Youâre my muse. My only one. You have no choice.
The broken shards glittered at his feet.
And KierâKier smiled again. Beautiful. Chilling.
The stage lights began to rise.
Time to put on a show.
For the fans.
For the world.
But mostlyâŚ
For you.