gold lights ୨୧ mama awards 2025
sukunaloverr˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
synopsis: at the 2025 mama awards, y/n and bang chan’s onstage glances turn into backstage tension neither of them can resist.
𑣲 paring: bang chan × y/n
𑣲 word count: 64
𑣲 genre: romance, celebrity AU, idol × presenter, slow-burn that turns heated, backstage tension, mutual pining, flirty chemistry, and a soft fade-to-black moment.
the lights were blinding — the kind that made the stage look like heaven and the audience look like a sea of stars. you adjusted the cue card in your hands, exhaling quietly as the camera’s red light blinked on.
“please welcome our next performers,” you began, your voice smooth and steady, “stray kids!”
the crowd roared. and there he was.
bang chan stepped into view with the rest of his group, all smiles, dimples deep, hair styled to perfection. he greeted the audience, but his eyes—
yeah, his eyes flicked to you.
just for a second.
but long enough to feel like he’d memorized your entire face.
you smiled politely back, the kind of smile presenters give idols every day. except it didn’t feel like that. not when his gaze lingered for a beat too long, not when he dipped his head in a tiny, almost secret acknowledgment.
and not when your heartbeat decided that now was a great time to audition for a drumline.
you stepped offstage to make room for their performance, but as you passed him—barely a few feet apart—someone from staff brushed between you. chan leaned slightly, just enough so only you could hear him.
“you’re doing great tonight.”
your steps froze for half a second.
you turned your head, whisper-light, meeting his eyes.
“you too,” you murmured, trying not to melt on live television.
his grin grew—soft, boyish, devastating.
“see you after?” he asked, low enough that it wouldn’t get picked up by any stray mic.
heat rushed to your cheeks. “we’ll see.”
he laughed under his breath, like he’d already read the yes behind your answer.
later, when the winners of the category you were presenting were announced, stray kids’ name lit up the screen. the room exploded.
they filed back onto the stage, trophies in hand. chan stepped up to the mic, thanking stays, the members, staff—
and then, eyes glimmering, he glanced over to where you stood beside the stage camera.
“and… thank you to the presenters tonight,” he added, his tone suspiciously warm for something so general.
the members shot him looks.
chan pretended not to notice.
you bit your lip to hide a smile. cameras or not, he caught it—and winked.
the backstage hallway was quieter now, but something in the air still buzzed—maybe leftover adrenaline, maybe the way bang chan kept looking at you as if the stage lights weren’t the brightest thing he’d seen tonight.
you walked side by side, close enough that your arms brushed every few steps. neither of you pulled away.
“you really impressed me tonight,” he said suddenly, voice low in that way that made your stomach twist. “you looked confident. beautiful.”
the word hung between you, heavy, intentional.
you felt it everywhere.
“beautiful?” you repeated softly.
he glanced at you, eyes dark and warm. “didn’t stutter, did I?”
you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
a staff member walked by, calling congratulations to him, and you both stepped aside—chan’s hand sliding lightly to your waist to guide you.
his touch was warm.
steady.
and it lingered.
when the hallway cleared again, he didn’t move his hand right away.
“you okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing the fabric of your outfit like he had no idea what it was doing to you.
“i’m fine,” you whispered. “just… surprised.”
“surprised by what?”
“you’re being bold.”
he laughed under his breath, the sound low and close to your ear. “trust me… I’m holding back.”
your pulse jumped.
the two of you reached an unused dressing room, the door slightly ajar, a slice of warm light spilling into the hall. chan paused beside it, leaning against the frame, watching you with that same unreadable—no, very readable—look.
“we can talk in there,” he said. “if you want some privacy.”
privacy.
the word alone sent heat rushing through you.
you stepped inside first. chan followed, closing the door with a quiet click that felt louder than anything the award show had played all night.
the room was small, dim—just a mirror lit around the edges and a couch pushed against the wall. you turned toward him, opening your mouth to speak, but he took a slow step forward.
“you’ve been driving me crazy since the moment you walked on stage,” he murmured.
your back met the dressing table lightly as he approached, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him.
“chan…”
“you don’t have to say anything,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “just tell me if you want me to stop.”
you didn’t.
god, you didn’t.
your hand slipped up to his chest, fingers curling at the collar of his jacket. “i don’t want you to stop.”
he breathed out—relieved, hungry, something in between—and leaned in, forehead nearly touching yours.
“good,” he whispered.
his lips brushed your cheek first, slow and warm.
then the corner of your mouth.
then—
the kiss landed soft but sure, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you closer. you felt him smile a little against your lips, like he’d been waiting all night for this moment.
things deepened quickly—your fingers at the nape of his neck, his grip tightening at your waist, the kiss turning warmer, deeper, more urgent. his breath came out uneven as your mouths moved together, the room filling with the soft sounds of closeness, need, restraint stretched thin.
“if we keep going…” he murmured against your lips, “i won’t be able to pretend this is nothing.”
you whispered, “i don’t want it to be nothing.”
his eyes darkened, jaw tightening as he searched your face. your backs hit the couch a moment later, his hands steady on your hips as he pressed his forehead to yours.
the rest of the night blurred—warm hands, soft gasps, whispered promises and teasing touches as the lights outside dimmed and the door stayed closed.
what exactly happened past that point…
well, that stayed between you and him.
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