Kpop Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Finally, I pulled my over-ear Bluetooth headphones out of my pocket and slipped them on, completely shutting out the quiet hum of the mansion. I opened my phone, swiped past the blocked notifications from Dylan without a single ounce of regret, and pulled up my absolute mess of a playlist. I needed something that matched the strange, electric energy buzzing under my skin. I pressed shuffle, and the loud, heavy beat of a Korean rap track immediately exploded in my ears, the rhythm commanding, aggressive, and fast. Perfect. I squeezed a massive dollop of deep, velvety crimson onto the palette, followed by stark ivory, midnight black, and a rich, shimmering gold. My taste in aesthetics had alwa

Y. K-Soul, or Kwan Hanseol, was 18 at the time of debut. We were born the same year but he was born in October while I was born in December. He was pronounced the visual of the group. He was also one of our main rappers and dancers. Outside of S.T.A.Y, he had a very hip-hop way of doing things- be it his music production, dance or his clothing. In fact, he had made quite an impression with his sense of style. His now blond hair was one of his biggest assets, if you asked me. It was the easiest to style among all of us.

"Things were just so great between baby boy and me, even the small tiffs we had were always resolved instantly that I haven't been checking in. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. "Fuck him, even though he was hot and was packing I saw his dick print when he wore those grey sweat pants and damn–" Min Jae playfully pushed me away and we both laughed. "Will you date another black man?" I asked him softly. He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, you know me, I am more about what's on the inside and personality. Don't get me wrong I love a pretty face but race has never been a determinative factor." I smiled at him. "Hyung, you know you can be so wise sometimes but not all the time though.

“Are you girls okay? Do you need a ride to the hospital? You look a bit peaked.” We didn't say anything. We just stared at him, huddling together for warmth and safety. Now that the hood was down, I could finally see him. He was striking. He had sharp, refined features, pale skin, and eyes that seemed to dance with a secret knowledge. He looked like one of those K-pop idols; beautiful, almost fragile-looking, but with a hidden that suggested he was much more dangerous than he appeared. He was wearing a thin silver chain around his neck that caught the flickering light.

“So this is her.” Suhee was undeniably beautiful — poised and refined, with a commanding presence that exuded both power and grace. Her aura was cold, but elegant; the kind that made people look twice. She wasn’t tall, but her long, wavy dark hair, thin body, and porcelain-white skin made her stand out. Her lips were soft pink, and her almond-shaped eyes shimmered beneath the light — the kind of beauty that belonged on a K-pop stage.

"Welcome to Silverio Stones, Kairo," said a man who looks like any Korean idol with his prominent Asian feature and two blocks with bangs hairstyle, even his black turtle neck and gray trousers plus a dainty Christian Dior chains scream nothing but kpop idol culture. His set of deep dimples made him the charming and cute type of handsome rather than the sexually appealing type of handsome.