A Stage of My Own (Male Kpop Idol Reader)

Back at it again with another chapter. Sorry for the lack of update. If you have been following me, you would know I have been doing finals. I passed!!! I am getting my second college degree this May!! Ok, let's get into the chapter, shall we? 

M/N's Pov 

What is life, if not one stressful event after another? The last few weeks have been a whirlwind with my comeback and CEO duties. Yoseob Hyung has noticed my decline in health and urges me to delay the comeback, saying fans will understand. I refuse because everything needs to be perfect. 

I am capable of doing both. The recording for the song was done, and now I have to get ready for the fashion show. It is LUX's first show and needs to go off without a hitch.

The bags under my eyes are showing, so I apply a ton of makeup to cover them. Looking at my phone, I head out the door and to the van with coffee in hand. 

As CEO, I was responsible for making sure everything was ready to go. Reaching the show stage, I was met with the flash of reporters. With this and the lack of sleep, I started to feel dizzy and sway. However, I was in the public eye and could not let them see the cracks. I took another sip of coffee and quickly composed myself. 

     "Good evening, everyone. I see you were waiting for me. It is a beautiful night, and I hope you all get good pictures of the models and my designs during the show. I am sure you have some questions, but there are some last-minute things I need to attend to as CEO."

I bow, nearly falling, and head into the venue. The first thing I need to do is help the staff with the clothes for the models. I hand-selected what would look best for each person's body shape and show off their most prominent features.

Not all the designs were done yet, and I started working with my team to finish. I had to do some recording for my song, preventing the designs from being done on time. "Sorry, everyone. I will work harder to manage my time."

     "You are working in two different careers. It is ok to get behind," said a staff member.

I just nod and continue working on the fabric. I take another sip of coffee and notice it is empty. "Can I get more coffee, please?" Yoseob Hyung gives me a bottle of water.

     "You have been drinking a lot of coffee. I mean, more than normal. We have all noticed. You need to hydrate."

I need coffee, not water. I angrily throw the bottle to the ground, causing everyone to look at me. "Water is not going to keep me awake long enough to continue working. That is why I asked for coffee not a fucken water. Whatever, I will get the coffee myself." If I wanted water I would have asked for a fucken water not coffee. 

After getting my coffee, I see the models walking in. I direct them behind the stage and to the dressing rooms to get changed into their first designs. Then I head to the person in charge of lights and music. The team and I selected classical as the mood of the fashion show with a hint of sexual desire.

After that, I helped set up tables and decor. There would be a food service during the show, so guests would not be famished. After all, this show was going to last most of the night.

Before I knew it, the guests had begun to arrive. Another reason this needed to run smoothly was that there would be investors and other idols at this show. I wanted to make a good first impression on everyone with this show. With everything ready, I step out onto the stage and greet everyone. Is it just me, or are the lights too bright? Making it to the center of the stage, I lose my footing for a second, catching myself and flashing the crowd with a smile. 

I feel myself shaking, so I grip the side of the podium.

 Your Fashion Show Intro Speech 

"Good evening, everyone.
Thank you for being here tonight—it truly means more than I can express.

Standing here as both the creative force behind this collection and someone still learning how to balance everything... it hasn't been easy. But moments like this—sharing something born from passion, sleepless nights, and a relentless love for art—make it worth it.

Tonight's show is more than fabric and form. It's a glimpse into my mind. A collection of emotions translated into silhouettes, textures, and movement. Every look tells a story—some beautiful, some bold, and some born from the darker corners we rarely show.

Welcome to LUX—where luxury meets seduction, and every detail dares you to feel.
Enjoy the show."

I take a bow, and the show starts.

Third-person Pov

M/N was doing his best to stay collected in the public eye, but the cracks were starting to show. The reporters saw the small changes in Seduxion's appearance, from his shaking hands to the eyebags he was trying to hide with heavy makeup. Furthermore, they had recordings of him yelling at staff. 

M/N's Pov

The moment I reached my dressing room, I collapsed to the floor. I have been up for three days straight, and I was reaching my breaking point. I get a text from my manager about a final dance and vocal practice tomorrow, making sure that was fine. I text back that it sounds good. 

With the show underway, I decide to take a short nap to recharge. However, it was short-lived because ten minutes later, there was a knock at my door. "Got to be fucken kidding me." I sluggishly get up and walk to the door, and open it. It was one of the design staff. 

     "I'm sorry, sir. I hope I am not disturbing you."

She looks worried as if something is wrong. "No, it is quite right. What can assist you with?"

     "Well, there was an incident with one of the designs, and a suit was destroyed. Now one of the models has nothing to wear. It was my fault, sir. I was running to another artist and accidentally ripped the suit. I am so sorry!"  

I rub my temples with my hands and look at her. She appears to be on the verge of tears. "Hey, look at me. I'm not mad at you, okay? Accidents happen. Let's take the model to the back, and I'll get them fitted for another suit, alright? Also, get me a pot of coffee, please."

     "Yes, sir! Again, I am sorry!"

Nothing like having to redo and create a new fucken suit from scratch. As much as I wanted to yell at the clumsy staff, it was an accident. As I get the fabrics, the models come in and I take their measurements. After that, I get the fabric and start designing a three-piece green and black suit with our signature snake and black heart. After about fifteen minutes, it was finished. For a lost minute's creation, I think it looks pretty good.  

The rest of the show goes on without a hitch. After the clean-up, I head out to the van, where I am bombarded with cameras flashing. I take out my sunglasses. "I hope everyone has a great time at the show and got a glimpse into my mind. Now it has been a long day, and I need to get home. Good night."

That was it for this chapter! Ubtil next time VampireLord_2101 out!