**A Light in the Dark**

Prompt: Male Fan Saving his Male K-pop Idol from a falling light

The screaming fans pushed forward, a wave of energy and excitement surrounding the stage. Bright lights flashed, illuminating the vibrant colors of their lightsticks, each one flickering like a heartbeat. Among them was Joon, an ardent fan of the boy group BTS, but tonight his focus was solely on his idol, Jin, who was captivating the crowd with his charisma and charm. Joon had been a fan of the group for years, following their journey from their debut till now. He shared countless nights watching their performances, obsessing over every detail—the choreography, the harmonies, the way they all seemed to connect with each individual fan no matter how vast the crowd. But nothing could prepare him for the electric atmosphere of a live concert. As he stood there, absorbed in the moment, he could hardly believe his luck; this was his first time seeing them live. The energy pulsed through the arena like an infectious rhythm, sweeping him up in a euphoric tide. He felt alive, liberated by the music and the shared passion of thousands of others. Suddenly, a loud crack resounded over the music, and Joon's heart skipped a beat. He whipped his head around, trying to locate the source of the ominous sound, only to find several technical crew members beginning to shout urgently. Above the stage, a massive light fixture swung precariously, caught in a moment of disaster. It was clear it wasn't just a crew malfunction; the heavy equipment was about to fall. The panic spread through the crowd like wildfire. Screams erupted around him, his fellow fans shoving against each other in a frenzy to escape the scene. Joon’s instincts kicked in. He ignored the rush around him and steadied himself. His eyes locked onto Jin, who still stood on stage, oblivious to the danger overhead. The singer was about to take a step back, and Joon felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. “Jin!” he shouted, his voice lost amidst the chaos, but he couldn't ignore the urge to get his idol out of harm's way. As more fans screamed and backed away, Joon realized he was the only one still moving toward the stage. It was a moment of clarity—the kind that comes once in a lifetime. Joon didn’t think; he acted. Racing forward, he pushed through the throng of frightened fans, his heart pounding louder than the music. His focus was singular; he had to reach Jin before it was too late. Moments stretched like hours as he darted between the panicking bodies, jumping over fallen lightsticks and bags. The air buzzed with dread, each step bringing him closer to the stage where Jin stood, blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing above him. “Get down!” Joon yelled once more, his voice breaking through the murmur of confusion. He was nearly there, but the light fixture swung ominously again, sent off balance by a gust of wind from a proximity of fans rushing backwards. Just as Joon reached the edge of the stage, he spotted the stark fear flash across Jin's face. It was the same expression he saw in countless videos—a face that reflected vulnerability and strength, and at that moment, it struck him how real and fragile life could be. Joon leaped onto the stage, ignoring the piercing stares of security personnel, who shouted at him to turn back. Jin turned, and their eyes met. There was a moment—one short second where Joon saw recognition in those dark, soulful eyes. Without thinking, Joon dove toward him. Joon could almost feel the weight of the light fixture in the air behind them, the anticipation of the disaster that was about to unfold. Joon pushed Jin out of the way just as the heavy light shattered against the stage where he had been standing moments before. The impact echoed through the venue like thunder. Time seemed to freeze, and the world held its breath. Adrenaline coursed through Joon as he hit the ground hard, arms wrapped protectively around Jin. The chaos continued for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was mere moments. As the dust settled and the screams faded into disbelief, Joon realized the weight of his body was pinning Jin down. He lifted himself slightly, gazing into a pair of shocked, shimmering eyes. “Are you okay?” Jin murmured, concern etching itself into his stunning features. Joon felt the air come rushing back to him. He nodded, although he could feel the sting of cuts on his arms and the ache starting to spread through his body. “I’m fine... I just wanted to make sure you were safe.” Jin searched his eyes for a moment, as if trying to grasp the entirety of what just happened. Around them, the sounds of commotion began to settle. Security personnel flooded onto the stage, and the crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and gasps. Joon could feel the energy shifting as people began to process the situation. Then Jin smiled—a radiant smile that lit up his face and captivated Joon's heart. “You saved my life,” he said, his voice shaky yet filled with sincerity. “Thank you.” The reality of the situation crashed down on Joon as his heart raced. Here he was, onstage with Jin, having just saved him from a disaster, and in that split second, the world around them seemed to fade. “I just… I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” he managed to stammer, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and adrenaline. Jin reached out, his fingers brushing against Joon’s arm, and the warmth of the gesture sent sparks flying through Joon’s entire being. “You’re a hero,” he acknowledged, his tone steady and sincere. Before Joon could respond, he was surrounded by security, pulling him away from the stunned group. But as he was escorted off the stage, Jin’s voice cut through the chaos like a clear note in a dissonant chord. “Wait! Don’t take him away!” Joon turned back, his skin tingling as their eyes locked once more. Miraculously, Jin had risen to his feet, standing tall amidst the mayhem. “He saved me!” he called out to the security team, his hand pointed at Joon with unmistakable conviction. In that moment, the two of them were connected—bound by something deeper than mere fandom. Joon felt the impact of those words, the affirmation that his action meant something more. As he was led away from the stage, he couldn’t help but smile. He had saved his idol, but in turn, he felt saved himself—a light had pierced the darkness, illuminating his heart amid a world that seemed all-too-certain to break.