“t—that feels really weird...” he whines, grinding his hips against your tongue as you push deeper into his hole. your hand tightly grip his thighs, feeling him squirm beneath you as you indirectly push against his prostate. “ngh! oh fuck, that feels... r—really good.” you giggle against him at his words, finding his shyness cute as you protrude against his sensitive spot once more. “oh—oh shit, gonna... gonna cum! gonna cum!” his hips buck up, grinding himself harder against his tongue as he spurts white, some landing in your hair and face as you pull back from him. “'m—'m sorry, felt so good...”
ZANKA nijiku, kaedehara kazuha, flins, GOUNTESS, tamaki amajiki, denki kaminari, mahito, dan heng, caelus, gepard, phainon, geto suguru, choso kamo & liu kang
“that's it sweetheart, good boy.” your grip on his hair tightens as his tongue pushes further into you, his hands gripping your thighs for support while pulling you impossibly closer to him at the same time. “you— fuck, take me so well, make me feel so good, don't you?” he nods under you, nose buried deep and overwhelmed with your senses, unable to pull away from your body. “I'm so close sweetheart, you gonna make me cum? gonna make me feel good?” another nod, unable to verbally answer as he ravages you. it's not long before your orgasm hits, your back arching as he continues to eat you out like a starved man.
Men (like ratio, caelus, Aventurine, and let's add brant, jiyan and harumasa frm other Fandom XP) lincluding reader in their exercises in a teasing manner (like the kiss for every sit ups, push up or planks or any other exercises)
Like either they're underneath them during the exercise or on top of them, being impressed by their strength (or they've done it so many times already s/o is just reading a book as he does his stuff)
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One Kiss Per Rep
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Caelus x Reader, Jiyan x Reader, Brant x Reader, Harumasa x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Moments, Established Relationship, Soft Moment, Motivational Kisses, Workout Shenanigans, Training as Foreplay, Banter, Humor, Affection as Reward, Whipped Characters, Teasing, Lighthearted, Emotional Support Through Exercise, Playful Intimacy.
You were lying on the lounge chair in the observatory of your shared ship, reading a thick tome on metaphysical logic. Ratio, however, had long abandoned traditional study this afternoon in favor of what he called a “physical calibration ritual.”
You didn't expect that to involve you lying on the floor with him looming above you, arms extended in a perfect push-up form.
"That was twenty-three," he said smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. "And, as promised..."
He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
You blinked, speechless—again.
"Twenty-four." Push-up. Kiss.
"Veritas—" you started, only to be silenced by another kiss on the twenty-fifth rep.
"I find this method more efficient than chemical stimulants for motivation," he mused.
You sighed, tilting your head. "And what, exactly, am I? A glorified dumbbell?"
"No," he replied with mock seriousness. "You’re a reward system. Perfectly engineered to trigger oxytocin release and reinforce success. Efficient. Elegant. Undeniably enticing."
He paused at push-up thirty, locking eyes with you. "I’d do a hundred more if it meant one more kiss from you."
Despite yourself, you laughed. “You’re lucky I’m too intrigued to walk away.”
"Correction," he said, kissing you again. "I'm lucky you never do."
Aventurine was doing planks.
Not just any planks—one-armed planks on a polished marble floor, his torso gleaming faintly with sweat, and you, stretched languidly across his back like the most luxurious weighted blanket known to man.
"Keep still, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, flashing that signature grin. “You wobble and I fold. And if I collapse, you owe me dinner.”
“Pretty sure this counts as your punishment for bluffing about taking me on a ‘relaxing evening,’” you deadpanned, flipping the page of your book.
“Darling, you sitting on my back while I do core work is the definition of romance. Why else would I be showing off like this?”
You rolled your eyes. “What are we at now?”
“Sixty seconds… and counting.” He grunted, then added in a singsong tone: “Unless you want to make this harder for me.”
“Harder how?”
He smirked. “Slide a little forward.”
You gave a dangerous grin. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe. But I’m charming, strong, and balancing a whole library on my back. I’d say I’m worth the gamble.”
You shook your head, trying not to smile. “I’m not budging. I like this book.”
“Oh good. I like it when you're on top.”
You dropped your book on his head.
He didn’t even flinch.
The training deck of the Astral Express was quiet—save for the soft thuds of Caelus’s push-ups and your occasional page-turning.
You were seated cross-legged on a bench nearby, book open in your lap. He was on the floor beside you, bare arms flexing with every descent.
At first, you thought he was just working out. Until he shifted.
Now he was doing push-ups directly above you.
With you lying beneath him.
You stared up, stunned as he leaned down and—kiss.
“One,” he whispered, lips brushing yours.
Another push-up. Another kiss.
“Caelus,” you breathed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious,” he replied, grinning between reps. “One push-up, one promise.”
“And what promise is that?”
He lowered again, slower this time. Kiss.
“That I’ll keep choosing you. Every day. Every mission. No matter how heavy things get.”
You reached up, hand resting on his cheek.
“Even when the world’s falling apart?”
Push-up. Kiss.
“Especially then.”
You laughed softly, heart melting as he kept going, counting quietly, his voice like a steady rhythm.
Somewhere around push-up twenty, you stopped him by holding his face in your hands and kissed him.
“One kiss, one promise,” you whispered. “That I’ll never let you carry it all alone.”
He stilled.
Then smiled.
“Deal.”
The deck of the ship swayed beneath your feet, but Brant’s rhythm remained flawless. You were lying flat on your back on the wooden floor, book in hand, while your flamboyant captain (or boyfriend) hovered above you—literally—doing push-ups.
With every dip, he grinned, his face mere inches from yours.
“Thirty-four… Thirty-five… Mwah~” he whispered, punctuating each push-up with a dramatic kiss to your forehead, nose, cheek—once even the tip of your ear, which had you flinching and nearly dropping your book.
You didn’t react much at first, pretending to be deeply invested in the page before you, but your smile betrayed you.
“You know,” you murmured, without looking up, “some people train without turning it into a stage performance.”
“Darling,” Brant purred, pausing at the peak of another push-up, “every heartbeat is a drumroll. Every drop of sweat, a crescendo. And every time I kiss you like this—” he dipped again, planting another kiss, this time on your lips, “—the audience goes wild.”
You laughed softly, cheeks warm.
“I think the ‘audience’ went home hours ago.”
“Then all the better,” he said with a wink, dropping to his elbows beside you. “This scene’s exclusive. One night only. No understudies allowed.”
Jiyan didn’t believe in unnecessary distractions—except, apparently, when it came to you.
You sat cross-legged with a cup of tea, quietly watching as he performed sit-ups with mechanical precision. Every time he came up, he stopped just short of your face, eyes steady on yours.
And every time, you offered a quick kiss.
“Fifty-eight…”
Kiss.
“Fifty-nine…”
Kiss.
“Sixty…”
You paused. “Aren’t you getting tired?”
“No.”
His tone was calm, almost too calm. You narrowed your eyes.
“You’re only doing this so I’ll keep kissing you, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer immediately—just came up for another rep, forehead nearly touching yours. You sighed, leaned in, and kissed him again.
“I knew it.”
“Incorrect,” he replied with that ever-serious expression. “I’m building endurance. You’re simply… an efficient motivator.”
Despite yourself, you smiled.
“You’re impossible.”
“Then keep testing my limits.” He smirked—yes, smirked—before resuming his sit-ups.
You were lying across the couch, engrossed in a paperback, while Harumasa planked directly above you.
Not beside you. Not in front of you.
Above you.
You are gonna use his back as a headrest laterwards.
“Still alive?” you asked without glancing up from your book.
“Wouldn’t die doing this,” he muttered, holding perfectly still, only the occasional twitch of his arms betraying any effort. “Not when I’ve got the world’s comfiest couch under me.”
“That ‘couch’ has opinions.”
“Shhh. Pillows don’t talk.”
You snorted, nudging his ribs lightly with your elbow. “You’ve been at it for five minutes. Impressive. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into a puddle yet.”
“I would,” he said, face dangerously close to yours as he shifted an inch lower, “but I figured the reward was worth it.”
“Reward?”
He tilted his head until your lips were almost touching. “A kiss per minute, wasn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not how this works.”
“Then I’m quitting.”
You laughed, catching him in a kiss before he could collapse. “Fine. You get one. For being a surprisingly stubborn slacker.”
He grinned lazily, resting his cheek against your forehead. “Best workout of my life.”
wuthering waves ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”
how they react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face
ft. aalto, luuk, mortefi & brant
AALTO has just gotten back from his recent travel and he’s rambling on and on about the places he went to, people he came across, and the one time he got himself in—and out, he emphasizes—of trouble. you swear you’re all ears but at some point, your focus shifts to the man himself and the conversation is pushed to the background. before your mind can drift any further, aalto boops your nose. “wh- huh?” you snap out of your daydream. “got distracted there,” he says with a chuckle, “stay here with me.” “sorry,” you turn sheepish, “i was just thinking.” “care to share?” aalto prods, tilting his head in curiosity but his voice playfully shifts into its persuasive lilt like he’s playing broker, “i can keep a secret.” with a smile, you roll your eyes at his joshing but you show him anyway. you raise your hands to cradle his face in your palms, immediately noticing the slightest hitch of his breath at your gesture. you remain quiet for a moment as you relish in the satisfaction coursing through you for catching such an elusive man off guard. “i’m gonna need you to be more specific than that,” aalto quips when he regains his composure and it gets a hearty laugh out of you. so you tell him, “i can hold the world in my hands.” in a matter of seconds, you watch how the smile on his lips widens to a grin then it morphs into his signature smirk but just before the brazenness fully takes over his visage, aalto’s already turned into mist to release himself from your hold, appearing behind you before you can blink. soon, he’s snaking his arms around your torso. “would you look at that?” he drawls, resting his chin on your shoulder, “so can i.”
“you look like you have something to say,” LUUK speaks up, breaking the prolonged but comfortable silence between the two of you. earlier, he invited you over for coffee and now here you are, sat across from the blond and peering over your cup as you admire him silently. “i don’t know what you mean,” you tell him but the playful smile on your lips says otherwise. luuk chortles at your blatant lie, “you do realize i read people for a living.” when luuk only gets a chuckle out of you, he asks again, “what is it?” “do you think i can hold the world in my hands?” your random question renders luuk absolutely stupefied with his mouth hanging open but not a single word comes out. with a giggle, you quip, “you asked.” despite his confusion, the ever so patient doctor decides to humor you anyway, “okay. show me.” his attention on you now is so steady that it’s starting to make you self-conscious at the cheesiness of it all but you still grant his request. you lean over the table with outstretched hands until they softly land on each side of his face and luuk is speechless once more, so uncharacteristically stunned. you await his reaction, expecting him to blush but instead, you catch his teeth digging into his bottom lip—he’s holding in a laugh. embarrassed, you pull away from him and settle back into your seat but you’re laughing yourself, “jerk. i was trying to be sweet.” at that, luuk finally laughs with you. “it is,” he says, reaching across the table to take your hand, “it was just unexpected, is all.” he brings your knuckles to his lips for a peck but not before teasing, “you’re always so serious.” you gasp in mock offense, “i can be fun!”
MORTEFI has been holed up in his lab for hours, a faint scowl—which looks almost identical to his resting face—etched on his visage as he stares at stacks of paperwork. “you busy?” it was a stupid question because he obviously is but he doesn’t seem to mind. he momentarily takes off his glasses to rub the strain from his eyes before he addresses you. “i have time. did you need something?” “well…” you act as if you’re deep in thought, “i’m conducting a study myself.” “oh?” he perks up at your statement and you feel a sense of satisfaction surge through you. “yup,” you proudly confirm, walking over to him as he follows you with expectant eyes, “i’m trying to see if i can hold the world in my hands.” before he gets the chance to ask, you’re already bringing up your hands to his face in a gentle touch. mortefi clearly is at a loss for words. he fails to come up with a response, resorting to a slight shake of his head but he’s obviously amused by you from the way a smile begins to tug at the corners of his lips. “you look really stressed lately. i just wanted to loosen you up a little,” you tell him almost apologetically for taking up his time but he only meets your gaze with soft eyes. there’s a gleam in them that oozes adoration but his tone remains neutral when he plays along with your jest, “i suppose the result of your experiment is rather… favorable.” “good,” you beam before giving him a peck on the nose, “now i’ll leave you to your actual research.” mortefi simply chuckles but before you can pull away and peel your hands from his skin, he leaves a tender kiss against your palm.
a slow day at work, BRANT would call days like this—days when he can take you out at sea to breathe in the breeze and listen to the sloshing of the waves. it’s not often that you’re granted this serenity. “a penny for your thoughts?” brant sidles up to you. without his crew and the air of captaincy surrounding him, he appears more boyish. endearing, you mentally note. “it’s peaceful out here,” you reply, “i like it.” “i’m glad,” he beams at you before presenting a paper scroll—yellowing, tearing at the edges and most definitely old, “look what i found.” he presents you a map with childlike wonder, his eyes turning into a fuchsia sea of stars, “what treasure do you think we’ll find?” unbeknownst to him, you couldn’t care less about any of it. “who needs treasure when i can have the whole world?” brant responds with a chuckle, “the whole world, huh? well then, i better start informing my crew about that,” he adjusts his hat in a very captain-like manner before bragging, “it’s gonna take some extra work but nothing that the fools can’t do.” it’s all jest on your part but you doubt if brant shares your sentiment. still, you giggle at his enthusiasm, your heart filled to the brim with adoration as you hold his face with gentle hands. “silly,” you coo, “i already have it right here.” for a moment, he looks taken aback by the spontaneous gesture but it’s not long before he’s taking your hands to spin you in place while he dances around you in some sort of unorganised waltz. in a fit of giggles, you manage to ask him, “what are you doing?” brant doesn’t reply in an instant but gradually, he slows down until he’s come to a halt and standing before you once more, “we both know the world revolves around the sun.”
Men whose personal mottos read “happy wife, happy life.”
Men who would do anything to please their partner—who would buy anything and everything you glance at for more than two seconds.
Men who brag about their wife to anyone in their near vicinity.
Men who won’t look at any other woman they pass on the street—they don’t need to, not when their heads are completely filled with thoughts of what sweet treat to bring home to you.
Men who will be whiny when you slide out of bed to go to work in the mornings, their hair messy and voice deep with sleep.
Men who text you twenty-four seven when they’re away, complaining about this or that before inevitably falling on the topic of how your day has been and have you eaten yet.
Men who find reminders of you in everything they see, from the sunset you saw together to the drink you shared for the first time.
Men who worship the ground you walk on, the air you breathe; who would fall to the ground in your presence.
Men who will never, ever even think of cheating on you. How could the thought possibly cross their minds when the only person in the world ever meant for them was you all along?
Men who would die for you. Men who would never dream of leaving your side—and men who never will.
i have a secret thing for brant from wuwa but please don't tell him, probably ooc, fluff but reader is oblivious and brant is down bad
you think brant's tacet mark is very pretty.
on the left side of his chest, he doesn't do much to hide it with that loose, carefree shirt of his that ripples with the wind. he stands at the very helm of the boat, arms out as he enjoys the morning sea breeze that ruffles through his turquoise hair.
scrap that, you think everything about brant is pretty. his hair, his face, his charisma, he's so unfairly pretty that you can't help but feel your gut tighten when you call his name.
"what are you doing awake this early?" you ask. he turns around with a wide smile on his face.
"why, my favourite crewmate," he lands on the deck in front of you with a gentle thud, boots hitting the planks with each step. you try not to drift your gaze downward to said tacet mark. "am i not allowed to enjoy a beautiful sunrise? life at sea can be so remarkable, i'm soaking in the sights before we set down on land for a few days."
"i'd argue that the sunrise on land can be even prettier," you point out, hugging yourself even tighter with the fluffy blanket you pulled from your bed. "besides, how are you not cold? it's freezing right now, what were you thinking when you came out here in just that?"
he's dressed in his usual white pants and flimsy undershirt, yet seems miraculously unaffected. "worried about me? please, fret some more, my dear y/n, i like it when you sound so concerned."
"flirting at the break of dawn, captain? save your dramatics for the stage and come back downstairs," you huff before unwrapping the fluffy blanket from your own shoulders, draping it over him instead.
he stands compliantly as you wrap him tight, and he prays that your hands can not feel how rapidly his heart hammers in his chest. that genuine concerned look in your eyes, because you worry for him- oh, what he'd do to be in your gaze like this all the time. so, like lovesick fool he is, brant vies to keep your attention a little longer.
"but the sunrise is so beautiful! won't you watch it with me?"
he does this pleading look that makes your heart skip a beat, and it catches the light of the sun perfectly, his magenta eyes shining so brightly that you have to wonder how you are the only person on the ship who can resist his charm. the other crewmates have no issue going against his whims, yet you succumb every time, why is it that his performance only works on you?
behind brant's facade, is a genuine man with a heart of gold, and you are privileged to see him like this; unfiltered and unmasked. but you can't help but wish that he'd stop toying with your heart every chance he gets.
you tear your gaze away, watching the sunrise's brilliant colours blend together instead.
well, it is magnificent, it'd be shame to miss it when you were already here.
"fine," you relent and he beams, rivalling the radiance of the morning light. he then wraps the blanket around the two of you, wrapping one arm over your shoulder to coat you with warmth.
you follow him to the helm, your shoulder pressed against his chest before he guides you to sit between his legs. it is brant who pulls you closer, it is brant who tucks his chin to rest on your shoulder, it is you who eventually melts into him, savouring his warmth as the cool, unforgiving breeze of a winter at sea hits your face.
it was a nice coolant to the heat in your face, flush intensified by this proximity where you could feel his chest breathe against your back.
as you both chat quietly, a blue hue eventually overtakes the brilliant orange, and clouds begin detailing the sky. you know you've stayed longer than intended when some troupe members begin looking for you, calling your names from the deck.
"we're here!" you exclaim over your shoulder as brant reluctantly retracts his chin from resting on you.
someone's calling for you, needing your help with something, and you're scrambling to your feet, leaving the warm sanctity of your morning moment with brant. he sighs at the gap you've left behind, dreamily hugging your blanket- that's got your scent, even tighter around his body.
brant wonders if you know that you've got him wrapped around your finger, or if you're simply clueless. for the sake of his own sanity, he hopes that it's the latter, but you are not the kind of person to lead him on, he simply chose the most oblivious recipient for his love.
"captain, they're calling for you too, c'mon!" you exclaim.
i was the one who requested hurt/comfort Brant fic. THANK YOU FOR GRANTING MY REQUEST&FEEDING MY DELULU(≧ᗜ≦) (sorry for bad english huhu T^T)
And I'm here for requesting again! Wdyt abt Brant take care over his spouse who's got very very very drunk, but his spouse who's usually calm&quiet now becomes all flirty and touchy here&there (giving him ton of kisses on his face)? And Brant's response? He's become a COMPLETELY BLUSHING MESS! Head empty bcs how clingy and affectionate she became!
But if you have another scenario let's go with yours! I just wanna see him nervous with red face honestly (sorry /j). That's all! Thank you again pookie! May your Brant&his weapon come early♡!
TOMORROW, OUR BOY WILL FINALLY HAVE HIS BANNER
I wish you and all Brant wanters, Aventurines luck. All brant wanters will be brant havers 😌🤍
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Drunk on Love
The fires in Fool’s Elysium burned bright, casting flickering gold across the cavern walls as the Troupe of Fools celebrated another successful performance. The air was thick with laughter, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine swirling between the revelers, and Brant was, as usual, at the center of it all.
“And then, as the guards closed in, I told them, ‘Ah, but gentlemen, surely you wouldn’t lay hands on a humble man of the arts!’” Brant spun dramatically, arms flaring out. “And just as they hesitated—boom! Gone in a puff of smoke!”
The crowd around him erupted in laughter and cheers, toasting his theatrics. Brant grinned, preening under the attention—until something, or rather someone, latched onto him from behind.
Warm arms wrapped around his waist, a face pressed into his back, and a voice—soft but undeniably intoxicated—murmured, “Brant.”
He barely had time to react before Y/N, usually so calm and composed, turned him around and clung to him.
Brant blinked. “Oh.”
Y/N was flushed, her expression dreamily affectionate, her grip firm as she buried her face against his chest.
“…Oh,” Brant repeated, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
He tilted her chin up, gazing down at her with playful curiosity. “Darling, you look like you’ve had quite the generous helping of wine. Enjoying yourself, are we?”
She pouted. “Mmhmm. But you—” She poked his chest. “You talk too much.”
Brant gasped theatrically. “Me? Talk too much? Impossible.”
Y/N squinted at him like she was trying to solve a great mystery, then sighed dramatically. “You’re so pretty,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Not fair.”
Brant chuckled. “I can’t say I disagree—”
Before he could finish, she cupped his face and kissed his cheek.
Brant’s brain stuttered.
The surrounding Fools whistled and hooted, but Brant barely heard them. He was too busy trying to process the fact that Y/N—reserved, steady, unshakable Y/N—was pressing soft, lingering kisses along his jaw, moving dangerously close to his mouth.
He stiffened, heat rushing to his face. “Y-Y/N—”
Another kiss, this time right at the corner of his lips.
Brant squeaked.
His usual charm crumbled. He, Brant—smooth talker, silver-tongued rogue, shameless flirt—was suddenly incapable of forming a coherent sentence.
“Alright, alright, I think someone needs a little fresh air,” he managed, voice pitched slightly higher than usual.
Without waiting for her response, he swept her into his arms, ignoring the smug looks and snickers from the others as he carried her toward his quarters.
Y/N only hummed contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder. “You smell nice.”
Brant stumbled.
The journey through the winding tunnels of Fool’s Elysium had never felt so long. By the time he reached his private space—an alcove filled with scattered notes, fabrics, and an absurd number of pillows—his heart was pounding.
He set her down gently, exhaling. “Alright, darling, let’s get you settled—”
But Y/N didn’t let go.
Instead, she tugged him down with surprising strength, pulling him onto the cushions beside her.
Brant let out a very ungraceful sound as he landed, his back hitting the soft bedding, and before he could react, Y/N straddled his lap.
Brant stopped breathing.
She leaned in, her fingers tracing his collarbone before sliding lower, over the fabric of his shirt. “You’re so handsome,” she murmured.
Brant’s brain was gone. Utterly, completely gone.
“Y-Y/N—darling, you—you’re very drunk right now,” he stammered. “I think you should rest—”
She ignored him, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. His breath hitched as she pushed the fabric aside, exposing the faint, intricate glow of his Tacet mark against his skin.
Y/N’s eyes widened in wonder. Gently, reverently, she traced the mark with her fingertips.
Brant whimpered.
No one ever touched his Tacet mark. It was sacred, sensitive, and yet here she was, mapping every line and swirl with delicate fingers. His entire body tensed, his skin burning under her touch.
Brant let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a groan and a laugh, dragging a hand over his face. “Oh, you are never going to let me live this down, are you?”
She beamed at him, and gods, she was beautiful.
Then she kissed his forehead.
His breath caught.
Then his nose.
His heartbeat thundered.
Then both his cheeks, her lips soft and warm, her hands cradling his face like he was something precious.
Brant shattered.
“Alright, that’s enough, you dangerous woman,” he rasped, his voice uneven. With a dramatic flourish (that was only slightly desperate), he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him.
Y/N gasped, blinking up at him with wide, hazy eyes. “Brant?”
He smirked, though his face was still bright red. “My turn.”
He leaned down—slowly, deliberately—and pressed a single, lingering kiss to her forehead.
Her breath hitched.
Then, with exaggerated care, he kissed her nose.
Her fingers curled into his shirt.
Then, finally, finally, he brushed his lips against her cheek, just barely, before pulling back with a triumphant grin.
“How’s that for theatrics, darling?” he teased.
Y/N’s face was scarlet.
Brant chuckled, pleased with himself—until she pulled him down again, burying her face against his chest with a sleepy sigh.
“Warm…” she mumbled. “Stay.”
Brant softened.
He sighed dramatically but wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin atop her head. “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, but there was no heat behind the words.
Y/N hummed in contentment. Within moments, her breathing slowed, her body relaxed against his, and she drifted into sleep.
Brant lay there for a long time, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
“…I am so in love with you,” he muttered to himself, utterly doomed.
And for once, the ever-charming Brant had no idea what to do about it.
Brant had been in many thrilling, perilous situations in his life—performing daring acts on stage, conning pompous nobles, escaping armed guards, even staring down the Dragon of Dirge. But nothing, nothing, had ever left him as utterly helpless as this.
Y/N was clinging to him in her sleep.
Not just loosely holding onto him—oh no—she had wrapped herself around him, arms tucked beneath his coat, face pressed against his chest, and legs tangled with his own. She was warm, impossibly warm, her breath tickling his skin as she sighed contentedly in her slumber.
Brant was losing his mind.
His face was burning, his heart hammering against his ribs like a drumbeat in a grand performance. He had tried—tried—to gently pry her off when he had first realized the situation, but the second he moved, she had whined softly and only held on tighter.
He was doomed.
With an exaggerated sigh, he flopped back onto the cot, staring at the ceiling of his little cavern home. "This is my life now," he murmured to himself, though the complaint held no real weight.
He glanced down at her, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite his still-racing heart. Her expression was so peaceful, so utterly at ease. It made something deep in his chest ache.
Carefully—so carefully—he let his hand move, brushing along her back in slow, comforting strokes. She sighed again, nuzzling closer. Brant bit his lip, trying to suppress the giddy, ridiculous smile threatening to spread across his face.
"Oh, you’re dangerous," he whispered, shaking his head in amused defeat. "Too dangerous."
But as much as he should be trying to escape, he… didn’t want to.
For all his theatrics, for all his flair and bravado, Brant was a man who had gone years without a true place to belong. He had always been the fool, the outcast, the man who danced on the fringes of society. Yet here she was, clinging to him like he was something precious, like he was safe.
He swallowed hard, his fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles against her back.
Maybe, just this once, he’d allow himself to believe it.
With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.
If this was the price of taking care of her, of having her trust him enough to cling to him even in sleep…
Then he would gladly let himself be tangled in her warmth for as long as she would have him.
OVERVIEW: you are a veteran solo artist and Brant is a rising leader of new formed band. Both loved by many. Your confrontation can't end well. Especially when rivals like you are forced to work together. But why does this little rascal has to suddenly act so adorable? And why does he forgive you so easily?
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You felt sleep-deprived and worn out. Sweat poured down your body in thin streams. Yet you slowly managed to regulate your breathing. In your mind, you could already picture the comfort of your bedroom. Cosy sheets and warm feather-filled pillows. You swear that after this concert, you will sleep through an entire weekend. Or at least as much as your beloved, alluring "boss" will allow before filling your schedule with new assignments...
-Here - you heard the sound of papers being thrown onto a glass tabletop - Your next job
You opened your eyes with difficulty and looked ahead. Hissed by a habbit. You already knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. No spa trip for you. And you desperately needed that massage...
You pushed yourself lightly away from a seat, on which you had already managed to sprawl yourself. You reached for that white stack on a coffee table and with boredom began skim through long text.
Suddenly a line in bold print caught your eye. People involved in the project. You gave your manager a dirty look.
-Really?
You sighed heavily and sank back into a white leather sofa.
-...him?
You looked at her with disbelief. She must have really lost her mind. And good taste.
-Do not even give me this face
Woman with two pink ponytails threatened you firmly with her finger and then propped herself on her hips.
-It was Jinzhou Entertainment's idea. They offered our label a collaboration and President said it was a great opportunity to take advantage of their current spotlight
Woman swiftly moved past the table and sat down on a couch next to you. Casually shoving you with her elbow and urgently whispering move. She pushed you aside, trying to make some space for herself. She absolutely had to try those chips that staff left for you on snack display.
-Us? Are we supposed to benefit from them? - you snorted with disbelief - That old geezer should have stepped down a long time ago
-That old geezer discovered you and opened a door to your career. You could listen to him sometimes
You clicked your tongue. You didn't like when she was right.
-You know I don't normally question him... -you admitted with distaste- But this? Have he forgotten that SOL3 has been in this business for decades? We have practically the longest track record. We are one of the pillars of an entire music show business in this country! Everyone knows us and compares to us-... And now we're supposed to ask for help from some young folks who started just a few years ago? They're still nobodies
You ranted with frustration. Tilted your head back and closed your eyes. You felt like your batteries were losing even more power instead of recharging.
-Not ask - she emphasized, munching on a salty snacks -That's the point. We'll take advantage of the fact that they're asking. You know how drastically they've been gaining popularity lately. We could steal some of their boost before our other rivals do. You could use some new fans too, you haven't opened up to any new circles in a long time
-Because I don't need to, I have enough. And if you don't believe me I can show you all my trophies above the fireplace
-[M/N]! -she whinned
She knew you were just teasing her. You weren't one of those spoiled stars. That's why she loved working with you. And also because you liked to take on challenging projects... But at the same time, she knew how much you disliked this particular artist. It could be one of those thin lines you wouldn't cross.
-Alright, alright-
You started to calm woman down as she tugged at the sleeve of your leather jacket.
-But of all the possible idols they have, why him? Even a rookie would be better...
-Because they want to launch his solo career. They need a little advertising and who could give a small star more public exposure than you?
She started to bait you before launching into her attack with a great vigour. She was too good at it.
-I'm telling you, no one! And I can prove it to you with all your trophies above the fireplace!
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-A solo career so early? Their band hasn't even been around for a year
You looked skeptically at the boy with turquoise hair while gossiping with your manager on a side.
Both of you with arms crossed over your chests. Somewhere in the shadows near expensive cameras. Right where the source of light came from. Light that casted its shine onto a white background and center of set, where stood your rival. Although he was currently far from posing any threat to you...
-But you know how well things are going for them, they're rapidly climbing to the top of charts and their fandom is growing day by day. Their debut was a real success! And their company definitely wants to take advantage of that. Brant will continue to play in the band but while they're still in the spotlight, their CEO wants to secure him the best possible position in solo career. Jinshi is a smart woman and she acts very quickly. It's no surprise that Jinzhou is rising in ranks under her leadership
You just nodded in agreement. You were more interested in watching this awkward boy than talking to Lupa. He looked like something cat dragged in. A moment ago he almost knocked someone over, then he bumped into something and now he was hysterically apologizing for it. What's worse, he was stuttering terribly and blushing like a beetroot. He must have been truly nervous.
You weren't happy about it but you had no choice... if you didn't help him, you wouldn't get out of there until late evening.
So without thinking twice, you left your manager and quickly crossed the distance between you and that boy. Didn't even pay attention to Lupa calling your name.
Woman from the staff silently thanked you and treated you as her saviour. She started to get stressed herself, not knowing how to explain to new singer that nothing big had happened. And the presence of other model was a perfect excuse to escape.
-Brant?
You looked at the boy with slight contempt. You didn't even stand in front of him, just next to him. Shoulder to shoulder. You even had to tilt your head back slightly to see him. As if indicating that you were above him. That you were higher in hierarchy.
At the sight of you, expression on a face of assumed "Brant" instinctively changed from flustered and warm to more hostile.
-Yes?
What was he supposed to say? Fall to his knees before the great [M/N]? Who greets people like that?!
-First of all, stop apologizing so much. And secondly, do what I say and maybe we'll both get out of this unscathed
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Brant couldn't stand you so much. You were arrogant, narcissistic and the way you ordered him around was more than degrading! But he couldn't deny that your tips were very helpful... And with your demeanor, you did a great job of distracting him from cameras' flashing and dozen pairs of eyes staring at him. Waiting for good results as soon as possible. He didn't have time to be stressed when he was angry at you. And when he wondered what you would look like with your face smashed into a sour apple. He would have gladly hit you himself.
Wait. Did he just giggle?
-Don't laugh so much or photographer will run out of film for pictures
He couldn't help but roll his eyes at your remark.
You were modeling directly opposite of each other. Faces only a few inches apart. In a position similar to that of athletes starting a race. Tension was hanging in the air. A great shot for a campaign of new deodorants. Unbelievable freshness - or something around this words proclaimed the main slogan.
-Oh, don't worry, hyung. We have digital cameras these days -he added sarcastically with a cheeky smile.
-Are you trying to imply that I'm old?
A small spark of rivalry lit up in your eyes. An intense flame that blinded even the staff.
A delighted voice of photographer rang out across the hall. Maybe you can still make it to that masseur...
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-Well, well -Lupa whistled behind the wheel- You really helped that kid today
-I don't know what you're talking about
You replied with reluctance, immediately looking out the window. Streetlights flickered nicely in your eyes and soothed your senses.
-Oh please! Do not even pretend
You felt a sudden strong pull. Vehicle changed lanes. And sound of a horn and your manager's loud scream filled the air.
-How are you driving, you moron!
She beeped again and you snorted in amusement, shaking your head with sympathy.
-Really... these days they hand out driver's licenses simply for showing up to an exam
She added bitterly, clearly irritated. You didn't even realize what had actually happened on a road and you preferred not to ask. Your temples were throbbing anyway after a hard week at work.
-But what was I talking about? Ah, right! Photo shoot... Till you approached him, I thought he was going to faint on a spot. Or at least I figured that without some drastic editing we wouldn't get any good shots. And here we are, with so many useful ones! What did you say to him that made him relax right away?
-Nothing much... -you waved it off in a dismissive gesture- I just was in a similar situation once
-Since I've been dealing with you, I don't remember you ever being such a mess
Corners of your mouth automatically lifted at the old memories. You chuckled.
-Because that was way before you...
-Hmpf, whatever you say-... But really, at first I started to wonder where all his good sessions in newspapers came from... This guy has a talent for stressing everyone around him.
-Don't be surprised. He usually works with his team. Has his close ones around him. Feels safe, comfortable... and here? It was his first solo project, he had no idea what to do with himself...
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[chix-chix-CHA!]: Have you seen latest photoshoot with [M/N] and Brant??? I can feel the power! And the flames rising! @You'tan @Feather
-->[Feather]: oh! Brant looks so cute! Especially in this second photo!
----->[chix-chix-CHA!]: Yes, girl! And [M/N]? I can feel these muscles even without taking off his shirt!
[Alex127]: Guys... why do they look lowkey good together...?
[Marigold_]: These outfits? On point!
[justice4brant]: Ah Brant! My baby is collaborating with such icons!
[timothy_clark]: brant's solo waiting list --->
[sunny.day]: omg... wasn't [M/N] saying on live that he doesn't plan to collaborate with new bands? Can we hope for more?!
[stan_BLACKFOREST]: one more group to stan I guess...
[[M/N] wife]: [M/N] looks so hot!!
[4TO1 forever]: M/N and leader of S.H.I.P. in one room, just inches apart... I can finally die in peace!
[_chengshi_]: @M/N official @CaptainBrant guys, what's it like to breathe the same air?
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-How's your day, mate?
You heard your bodyguard's voice behind. You instinctively put your phone down on a dressing table in front of you and looked at the reflection in a mirror. In door's threshold stood a tall, muscular man with long white hair and sharp facial features. Dressed entirely in black comfortable and rather modest clothes that didn't truly stand out.
-Been better, I suppose
Man snorted and shook his head with pity.
-You know what I think about entertainment shows with bunch of strangers -you added.
-You used to be fond of these opportunities to meet new people
-I used to naively hope that it might lead to a longer relationship
Calcharo nodded in agreement with a composed expression.
-But I heard today's is your lucky day. You're meeting someone familiar
You frowned. With curiosity piqued you quickly turned your chair towards the man.
-You mean Luno and Augusta?
You weren't perfectly sure what he implied.
Calcharo smiled victoriously and almost maliciously. There was a noticeable mockery in his voice. As if he knew something you didn't and took great amusement from it. After all he loved to bully you.
-They are hosts, you see them here at least once a year
-...Then?
-Apparently, your buddy from S.H.I.P. was invited too -he teased.
Wait. Does he mean-...?
You groaned in misery, sinking deeper into your chair.
-You're joking
Delighted by your reaction, he shook his head from side to side and swayed on his feet while tiptoeing. You hadn't seen him so happy in a long time.
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-And know... -Augusta began slowly, building up tension.
-...the best of the best! -Luno interrupted overjoyed.
-Right... -redhead immediately smiled, touched by her co-host's enthusiasm. Yet, slightly distracted, had to shake her head in order to get back on track- Your favorite competition!
-...Role-playing!
-Exactly! In this round, each contestant will draw a partner and a theme that they will have to perform
You turned off knowing this format well. As one of idols who never lost popularity, you were regularly invited here. Not only for solo interviews but also for these special episodes, aired on every anniversary of well-known entertainment show. Truth or dare! For such occasions, they always invited special guests from various labels. Some were solo artists, some were actors and a few were representing best bands at the time. Anything to boost ratings. That's why you shouldn't be surprised to see Brant. S.H.I.P. was currently on everyone's lips. They bought up all the billboards, covered street pillars with their posters and systematically rented mobile cafes branded with their name. Or maybe their fans and advertisers contributed significantly to this...
You would probably prefer if they invited Rover... He was a maknae, so he stood out and he was also sweet and harmless. Not to mention that he dominated entertainment shows, drawing all the attention with his aegyo. And Brant...
You really tried not to pay attention to him. Stayed at the opposite end of artists line. Teamed up only with people next to you. Looked straight ahead at the camera and potential viewers while speaking.
And when he gave a speech? You didn't care too much about words either (though just like with the other artists... You were only there physically, for the sake of your fans). Clapped when others clapped.
However, it was difficult not to feel that piercing gaze from opposite end of a room. Persistent, nosy. As if trying to draw attention to himself but losing courage at the last moment. Several times you tried to catch him red-handed, attempting to suddenly meet his gaze. But that little rascal had great reflexes. As soon as you turned around, he pretended to admire white corners of a ceiling. Yet when you were busy filming, his attention shifted back. As if he wished to focus it solely on you. At one point, you even wanted to approach him and ask what he was up to.
-[M/N]-oppa? Don't keep us in the dark!
Awakened from your trance, you glanced at slightly concerned Luno, who was doing her best to put on a brave face. It would be better if the recording went smoothly. Without having to redo any scene. Or worse, completely ignoring the problem and then creating suspicious clips about dubious state of one of the guests on their show.
That's why you smiled warmly, automatically charming young woman. She blushed and shuffled the bag, from which you drew a pink ball. Host moved onto a next participant and you looked around briefly in search of your partner. Better to get over with it.
You scanned hands of everyone to your right until your gaze fell on a same pink plastic ball. Bored, you raised your chin and saw Brant's frozen worried and completely disbelieving face.
Great.
You gritted your teeth, tensed your facial muscles and with a stiff smile, moved briskly towards your “partner.”
You played everything as in script, specifically for cameras. Shook your new friend's hand, joked around, introduced yourself enthusiastically and added something encouraging like, let's do our best. Just like everyone else around you. Excited about the fun and potential attention. Shouting fighting with fists raised to the sky.
It was difficult for Brant to get into the acting right away. He was rather stiff. Unable to utter a single word. One thing however remained unchanged. He was thoroughly fed up with your company.
That's why you tried to arrange him to face away from cameras aimed at you both. You didn't need any extra scandals.
-And now we'll reveal a theme of your task!
-Yes, exactly. Colors on your balls are not insignificant. We have assigned specific quotes from popular dramas to them. Are you ready to find out what you will have to play?
A loud yes! spread through the recording room. Women looked at each other in agreement and moved onto a next task.
-Which pair shall we start with?
Everyone looked at each other unsurely. Initial enthusiasm faded, replaced by anxiety and shyness.
Finally however, a pair nearby announced their willingness. As you may recall, they had been the loudest during the last two hours of shooting.
A scene from a popular comedy played on a small screen next to the staff. Timeless comedy that everyone knew and that made all generations laugh. Grandparents, parents, children. You breathed a slight sigh of relief, glad that you hadn't drawn the yellow ball. You doubted that you could replicate playful nature and humour of iconic meme scene.
Out of corner of your eye, you glanced at the shorter boy. Maybe it was because you were older and more experienced or maybe it was because he was so clumsy... But he systematically triggered some kind of protective instinct in you.
And at that moment it wasn't any better. Your blood suddenly flowed faster. You grimaced slightly. But not out of anger. Rather out of some strange sympathy. Brant covered in cold sweat, stared blankly at a small ball. Clearly overwhelmed by his fate. With trembling fingers, he clutched the toy tightly, turning it in all directions. As if naively hoping that at some point he might see a different color on it.
He seemed so hopeless... You swear you won't let him embarrass himself on this show. Especially since in behind-the-scenes footage of him around his team, he come across as a completely different livelier and sharper person.
-Hmm... since no one is volunteering, maybe we'll choose someone ourselves? -Augusta asked aloud and Luno immediately caught up.
Perfect host. Blue-haired woman hung on her friend's arm, looked at her with big starry eyes and asked in a pleading voice.
-Can we try the pink one? I'm really excited for this one!
-Sure! Guys? Come on!
You pretended to laugh joyfully and moved forward, pulling the other boy behind you. He almost tripped over his own feet and let you drag him along like a puppet.
Brant kept his gaze fixed on a ground until he heard the sound of rain and melancholic music. At the sight of two actors caressing each other's cheeks, his pupils immediately dilated and you felt nauseous. A romantic drama... Just your luck.
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[ciaccona.official]: @M/N official you are going to make me jealous, dear!
[DragonFlame]: @CaptainBrant we only left you for one day...
--> [chix-chix-CHA!]: omg omg is it official? or did his band just confirm it?
-----> [Jiyan01]: @DragonFlame you better hurry back to practice
[Sumika98]: Match made in heaven!
[[M/n]ant__]: I wish I had someone who looked at me the way [M/N] looks at Brant!
[Feather]: he really has a soft spot for our Captain
[sunny.day]: such a good chemistry u can't say otherwise
[valentine's day]: Who else here ships [M/n]ant?
[crow]: I always knew they were perfect for each other!
[sailling with S.H.I.P]: ...just give me a minute, I have some edits to make-...
[KU-Sprinkler]: We need more [M/n]ant!!!
[Beatrice05]: why no one told me that these two are so good together
[bullyingJianxin]: a duet that no one asked for but everyone needed
[nenelay]: Is it just me or is someone here going to be a little jealous?
--> [Jiyant4ever]: oh yeah! Brant will have someone to talk to at home...
-----> [Melodyyy]: Nah, I'm sure the sexiest bodyguard will be the most upset here!
[Bei_Ji]: Who is this guy with blue hair?
[_noone__]: I've never been a fan of M/N but after this episode I think I need to check out more of his interviews
[Hua Lielang]: best episode!
[4TO1 forever]: I see it, I ship it!
[S.H.I.P.4ever]: our Captain is sailing a new ship!
[gliese-bliese]: A new member of S.H.I.P. crew reporting for duty!
[husbando_collector]: @CaptainBrant, do you have something to tell us, Captain?
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-How's it going? Stalking the new ship as well?
-More like my hot bodyguard. When did you get a chance to show them your six-pack?
-What?
Calcharo immediately appeared at your side and snatched the phone from your hand. However instead of expected compilation of his shots, he only saw a fragment from a talk show. With you and Brant in leading roles.
-So you do jerk off to your ship after all -he said with slight contempt and threw a phone on your hotel bed.
-What? Disappointed that it's not you trending on TikTok?
-Ah, fuck off -he waved his hand- sometimes this people can be so nosy, no limits of personal space. I still don’t know how they managed to get a video of me without a mask. And I definitely don’t want to go through that again
You laughed at the memory from a half year ago when your bodyguard became more popular than you. Although to be honest, your fandom always adored him. Handsome stranger.
-So how is it?... Relating with your fans?
Now it's your turn to groan in disgust. What just blew up on social media overwhelmed even you.
-Yeah, especially with that one comment '"Pls, praying it's not my delulu"
Calcharo laughed and went to a small bar for a drink.
-To be fair... Its hard to blame them... The way you pulled him by a hand to the back of a room? And how you two were acting all cozy? Sitting cross-legged facing one another and whispering into each other's ears... -he began to tease you- I felt exactly as I did when Lupa forced us to watch newest drama -he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively
-Oh please! I chose a seat at the back so that no one would notice how awkward we were and they made up a whole story about how we wanted to have a moment to ourselves!
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-Just so you know... I'm really unhappy with this idea
-Better be grateful that I warned you at all. President was against telling you anything
You bit your cheek. Of course. It's best to confront a person with a fait accompli. Maybe even without reading a contract.
Although... it's not like this knowledge could change much. You didn't have a lot to say. Newspapers may have written poems about your impact on music industry. But in reality you were just a pawn of higher-ups. As an artist you had to do what was most profitable for the company. Otherwise hundreds of trainees were already queuing up to take your place.
-Would you like me to open the door for you?
Lupa looked at you meaningfully.
-Ah, sorry
You hissed at your absent-mindedness and reached for a long silver handle on matte glass door. You hurriedly let the woman go first and reluctantly slipped inside yourself.
At the head of a long glass table sat none other than Yuawnu and just by his side stood his righthand. Quests sat with their backs turned to you. Jinhsi closest to your boss, Brant in the middle and someone who probably served as manager sat furthest away. This collaboration must have been a really big deal considering that both Presidents decided to leave their offices. Yet you didn't feel particularly honored.
Lupa bowed her head and pretended to act timid as she greeted President Yuanwu. You were always fascinated by how well she pretended to be humble in front of that gray-haired old man. If only he knew how hot-tempered she really was...
Your presence caused a stir among everyone. Jinshi clumsily tried to push her chair back and stand up to greet you. Yuanwu attempted to stop her, telling her not to bother. Righthand as usual, watched everything unmoved, as if used to these situations. Unknown manager didn't really know what to do with himself. And Brant...
Well, he gently turned his head in your direction and looked at you with curiosity. As if you were some sort of fascinating museum exhibit that he was lucky to admire only by chance.
You turned your gaze away. Raised your head high, trying to appear confident and with a powerful steps, managed to take a spot in front of Jinzhou Entertainment.
A nod of a head was enough to say hello. Jinshi tried to use some grand and warm words for an introduction but you weren't listening. Lupa could take care of that. You focused your stare on a person in front of you. On those playful fuchsia irises, shimmering in the light coming from behind you. Boy smiled cockily. As if throwing you a silent challenge that only you could notice. He seemed more relaxed than during the last two meetings. Either the familiar company on both of his sides gave him courage or he had already grown used to you.
Hopefully not the latter. You preferred to strike fear.
You casually flipped through your copy of a contract, skillfully playing with a pen in your other hand. Last short collaboration went a little too well. And this talk show... only added fuel to the fire. Fans' reaction was so intense that both labels wanted to turn a one-time fling into at least a year-long contract. But you were afraid it wouldn't end there.
-So what? Are we supposed to fake a ship?
Suddenly all eyes turned to you. For a good half an hour of their heated conversation, you hadn't uttered a word except for a few grunts. And now you had to come out with something like that. Jinzhou family looked at each other, slightly surprised and shaken by your directness. While Yuanwu scolded you in his mind. He had to quickly calm the situation. That's why he burst out laughing. In loud and forced manner. Trying to lighten the atmosphere.
-Ah, this silly kid - he stretched out his hand, leaned over a table and while barely reaching your head, dramatically ruffled your hair- He always has to be so blunt. But don't worry! I taught him well. He'll behave in front of cameras
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You sat down next to Brant on a small two-seater sofa. You tried to keep a proper distance but boy still moved away for some extra inches of safe space. He ended up on other end with an empty place between. Just to be sure that your knees wouldn't accidentally touch while sitting spread-eagled. You chuckled to yourself at that.
Just a few seconds ago he seemed so awkward and lost sitting all alone in recording studio. So pathetic and helpless that you had to give in and keep him company while other employees went on a smoke break. And now? Now he suddenly has to show his claws.
You unscrewed the plastic water bottle and took a few greedy gulps. Session was taking longer than usual and you were slowly starting to lose your voice. Struggling with having to hit those high notes. Without even glancing you pushed the bottle to the side, wanting to graciously share your wealth. And at the same time lighten mood a little...
-So... who's going to be on top?
You joked turning to Brant with goffy smile. And he looked at you with a slightly disgusted expression.
Not only did you offer him a drink tainted with your germs but you also had the audacity to throw such lame jokes at him.
Frozen by his piercing stare you slightly flexed your back muscles. So much for a good atmosphere.
-Just kidding...
You closed the water and put it on a table in front of you.
-...we both know I'm not a bottom -you added.
You had to.
Couldn't resist. Always in need to add own two cents. Pour oil on fire. Stand your point.
Maybe that's why you ended up as a soloist...
-You? You?!
Brant was boiling. He knew you meant no harm. That you were just in a playful mood. Though in his opinion you were already too old for that... His reaction was also an exaggeration. But he couldn't pass up this opportunity. This excuse to let out all emotions that were stirring inside him. Which he had meticulously tried not to let out while on someone else's territory.
-You didn't even have the courage to touch me on a show! And you want to be on top?! -he suddenly jumped to his feet- Boys were making fun of me all the time, saying I must be some kind of leper since great [M/N] decided to do his own interpretation instead of recreating the exact same scene with me! Label also gave me a hard time for missing such an opportunity for attention... After all, fans go crazy about love scenes
You watched in astonishment as he suddenly exploded with frustration. But instead of behaving in an appropriate manner-... Instead of calming him down- Apologizing- Just shutting your mouth-...
You had to fight fire with fire.
-Hey! I wasn't the one laughing unnaturally whatever artist talked to me! I wasn't the one tensing all my muscles and sitting up straight like a stick! I wasn't the one almost shitting myself with fear when my turn came. And I wasn't the one who wanted to force myself to do well on show... I was just trying to help you and not add to your stress because I knew you were already on edge-
-Since when do you care so much about me, huh? -he pushed your words away with reproach- You weren't like that on debut day...
You frowned in confusion.
-What? What are you talking about?
-Never mind
Defeated, he just waved his hand and with a sad look on his face, moved towards the keyboard panel.
-I don't know... -you added, but this time in a calm voice.
Brant's fingers stopped halfway as he ran them over a console. To be honest, he didn't expect you to continue the conversation. He assumed you two could remain in awkward silence until the rest returned. At least he certainly didn't expect you to be so direct.
-I don't know why I'm acting like this. It's just that when I see you... so vulnerable and flustered... Fuck. I don't like you, okay? I hate you. You and your whole band. You suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gained all this fame with your catchy songs-... Completely undeserved. In few months, you achieved something that others work years for. Pretty much highest possible glory. And your songs aren't even half as good as those of true kings of this industry - you ranted and ranted and ranted.
You always wanted to complain about it to someone. To hate on them, to criticize. But you never had anyone to do it with. It wasn't appropriate to spread such venom.
And that's why you decided it was best to talk to the source of the problem?!
-...but despite that-... despite that, I can't stand by and watch you fail, okay? I wanna believe that you deserve it, but I can't... Something inside me insists that I must take care of you
You raised your eyes and looked hopefully into those panicked fuchsia irises.
Maybe this something that made you see a part of yourself in him...
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Since you started working together last month, your relationship has improved a little. You didn't see each other very often. Only when you had to record something together in a studio for his new album or when you had an advertising campaign. Never outside of work. But at least you weren't killing each other with your stares like you did at the beginning. And even when you had a choice, you sat next to each other.
Nothing had really changed for you. You still hated him with all your heart. But him? He seemed to have softened. Started to cling to you. Like any younger brother trying to follow his idol and get a guidance from his older hyung. It was as if his ears had completely missed the part where you insulted his band.
-Hyung? You have to meet my boys!
He repeated, probably for the tenth time that night, truly overjoyed. He looked up at you from below, tilting his head back and rubbing the top of it against your sternum. You were sitting cross-legged next to a long table and he was leaning his back against your chest. For a solid hour, you had to hold him up whenever he started swaying from side to side. Luckily it wasn't too difficult, just a bit of a pain in the ass, but still. It turned out that drunk Brant really liked to snuggle up to you. Alcohol made him touch starved. So when you held him in a tight embrace and blocked his chaotic movements with your hands from behind, he calmed down for a moment. Rlaxed his muscles, sank down on you and gently closed his eyes, transporting himself to a land of imagination. His head was spinning so much... Made him feel so sick... But when you stopped, clearly not appreciating his friendly gestures, he immediately got back into a rhythm of tunes playing on the radio. Asking the staff for another shot. So you had no choice but to indulge his cravings and make sure he didn't drink any more. You weren't planning to drag him off a table once again. The same way as when he's turned it into a dance floor during your brief bathroom break...
That's how celebrating the project with whole team ended. Today you signed a contract for a new drama in which you and Brant were supposed to play the leading roles. It was no surprise that thrilled director invited everyone to a barbecue and drinks. To strengthen bonds. But you didn't want to go. You didn't like parties like that. Nothing good ever came of them. But when Brant started egging you on... You couldn't let him make a fool of you. What's wrong, hyung? Can't handle some liquid? Weak head? Don't worry about us. People your age should go to bed early - him and his fake pouty face.
You gritted your teeth.
-...Jiyan may seem a little uptight... but he's actually a very cool guy! You'd be surprised how soft-hearted he is... Morteffi is more problematic! You know how many times I had to clean up his snarky comments on air?... -he suddenly cried and pulled on a sleeve of your shirt, seeking for understanding- But I believe it's just a facade! Like a... protective shield! You know what I mean, hyung?
He looked at you with hope. From all this alcohol and emotions his eyes got teary and his mouth turned into a sad horseshoe. His voice also sounded different. Like it was sweeter, more charming... trying to draw attention.
Your attention... Brant really didn't appreciate how you poured sake for director. Or how you offered to walk women to their taxis. Sure, you wanted them to feel safe.
But what about him? Who will take care of him while you're gone? He also needs some care once in a while...
-...Look at me hyunggg-... Look. At. Me.
Something tugged at your sleeve persistently once again.
-I'm looking -you replied, forcing a warm smile.
And Brant's heart ached even more.
-But you don't see me...
He replied in a deeply sorrowful voice. You were afraid he was about to start crying.
Luckily, alcohol distracted him for the second time and shifted gears spinning around in his aching skull.
-Good thing I have Xiangli. He sometimes helps me with Mortefii. Unless of course, he's sitting with his nose in computer playing one of those stupid games... Because you know, normally Jiyan prefers not to get involved. He says it's not his problem so he's not going to bring other people's troubles down on himself... Agh! Being a leader is so hard, you know? -he suddenly whined and began to fidget. Panicked, you tried to control his movements.
But then something else caught his attention. Suddenly, black and gold picture hanging on a wall lit up in the distance and focused all his interest. Brant got fascinated like a puppy at the sight of a blue butterfly that he just had to chase.
-Oh! And Rover? Oh, he's so cute! -he murmured fondly but after a moment he corrected himself firmly- But of course, not cuter than me!
You nodded your head. Although you had some doubts about that statement.
-That's why you absolutely must meet them!
He decided with a determined voice and broke free from your embrace. Straightening up rapidly he reached for another glass. Not his own. Someone else's. Person next to you, who had long since fallen asleep with his head on a plate. Actually like most people who were still in this bar. Those who hadn't rented a room or gone home were barely conscious. Somewhere in the corner, screenwriter was still drinking with one of the sponsors and some women you didn't know. Definitely not a part of a team. Fortunately they were so lost in their own world that they didn't even notice Brant's shouts.
-Yeah, yeah -you began calmly, trying not to provoke him further- But maybe you could give me that back first, okay?
You asked sweetly, reaching for the glass in his hand. Brant was definitely not happy but somehow he didn’t have the strength to fight you... wondering why his muscled refused to obey him?
He felt himself suddenly losing a balance. Abruptly falling to the side. Almost hitting the floor with force.
At the last moment however, something strong grabbed him by the shoulders. And stared at him with concern and fear.
-Hyunggg, that hurts -he sobbed quietly and directed at your palms.
They dug into his body with excessive force. Brant could even see your veins tensing. Normally, he would have found it very hot. But now-... now something told him that it hurt a lot and that he needed to be pampered.
-I'm sorry -you instantly loosened your hold- But don't swing around like that cause you can hurt yourself, okay? And I don't have time to spend all my night at the ER
-You never have time for me, hyung!
He cried again and then snuggled up to your chest once more. This time however, he faced forward. Hid his face in your shirt and almost climbed onto your lap.
-You refused to have dinner with me after the photoshoot the other day. And you wouldn't have come today either if I hadn't provoked you! And now you're not even drinking... that's not fair, hyung! I really wanted to see you drunk...
You frowned in confusion. Too much information at once. But first things first.
-I don't remember you inviting me to any dinner
-But Mia did! On behalf of a whole crew... besides even if did, you would have refused for sure! You always glare at me...
You sighed and began to trace slow circles on his back. You could effortlessly feel the shape of his bones. It was so easy to run your fingers along his spine and shoulder blades...
-Shh... -you began to gently silence him- I'm sorry, yeah? I was a really bad hyung, right? But I couldn't drink today because who else would take care of you, hmm?
You won't tell him that the last person you thought you'd be taking care of was him. His condition was definitely not suitable for processing this information. And you felt unnecessarily sorry for him again... Damn conscience.
You swear that one day you'll get rid of it. You can't let this boy wrap you around his finger and make you melt at his antics. You should be tough.
-You know what's funny?
He asked suddenly and you just hummed, signaling that you were listening. You looked around for some kind of rescue and solution to a problem. Unfortunately Lupa was sleeping in the corner, in no better condition than Brant. You guessed it was time to call for boy's manager. Good that at least he gave up on a party due to headache.
-When I was in my senior year of high school and you made your debut, I really rooted for you... You were my role model, you know? My idol! I really looked up to you!
A light bulb lit up under a dome. That's... unexpected.
You stopped dialing the phone number and focused your attention on a boy, who opened his mouth wide and yawned.
-You were soooo cool! You wrote such great songs! And you were only a few years older than me... I believed I could do this too, you know? And that's why just like you, I decided to become an artist... But then when I met you, you were such a meanie, hyung! Adults were right when they said you should never meet your idols in real life...
You stared at him in shock. This was the last thing you expected.
Brant shifted from side to side. Something was missing.
-...cuddlinggg... -he said offended closing his eyes tighter.
-What?
-...cuddlinggg-...
You looked around confused. Indeed, you stopped stroking him with your free hand. You quickly corrected yourself, wanting to hear the rest.
-I'm sorry. What did you say?
You asked eagerly but Brant didn't answer. Simply snored with a soft smile.
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Topic from that evening never came up again. Brant acted as if nothing had happened. And maybe he really didn't remember anything after drinking. It would be hard to believe that he was pretending so well. However, one thing did come true. You actually met his band.
-...And this is Jiyan!
Brant pointed to a boy with a high teal ponytail standing in the distance. He just looked up for a moment from his reflection in the mirror and waved shyly at you.
-...And the one playing on switch is Xiangli!
Boy with glasses didn't even look up from a screen.
-Xiangli! Say hello to our guest. How many times do I have to tell you to behave!
Brant put his hands on his hips and in a voice of an offended mother, began to lecture the younger boy.
-I can't! I'm almost done with this level!
-Agh! I'll show you a level!
Leader grabbed a pillow from a nearby chair and threw it at the boy sprawled on a couch. Xiangli dodged an attack at the last moment and only began to harder press the keys.
-Damn! Calm down. You're going to make me lose!
-No respect. Just no respect! -Brant began to complain, rubbing his sore temples.
You wanted to laugh and say it was alright and that no harm was done but suddenly someone rushed up to you and interrupted before you even had a chance to open your mouth.
Boy much shorter than you, with black hair and a smile from ear to ear. He grabbed your hand in both of his and began shaking it vigorously with a strength you would never have suspected him of.
-It's wonderful to finally meet you! Brant talks about you all the time!
Someone snorted with amusement from a distance.
Red-haired singer, introduced to you earlier as Mortefii.
-Yeah, just don't forget the ‘superlatives’ he uses -he added cynically.
-Mortefii!
Brant immediately shouted in a seemingly offended voice. He ran up to his friend joyfully. Wanting to scold him with a playful jab in stomach. How dare he reveal his leader's secrets! Especially after you and Brant managed to reach a peaceful level of relationship... Rover was no better, embarrassing him like that in front of you!
-And you, stop pestering him like that! Go find your own partner!
Brant warned with reproach and after a second found himself back to you. Pulling your hand out of maknae's grip.
-Partner? -you raised one eyebrow.
-Oh, you know what I mean, hyung! -he pulled you stubbornly towards the seat- Come on! I’ll show you how great I did at the last session! Much better than that bunch of losers!
He pointed at his friends and then stuck his tongue out at them. Very proud of himself despite his childish gesture. You just shook your head indulgent. He seemed completely different around his band. So energetic and carefree. As if he were in his safe place. As if he didn't have to pretend. As if he didn't have to try so hard...
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-We have to do this more often -you said out of the blue.
-What, hyung?
-Visit your band. If you let me, of course... -you added suddenly feeling strangely flustered.
During a short break between recordings and preparing for new scene, you went to explore a nearby cafe. Hidden under the hood of his black sweatshirt, Brant swayed from side to side and adorably sipped a fuchsia-colored granita through a straw. When paying for an order, you had a feeling that his decision wasn't necessarily based on a taste of pomegranate and dragon fruit...
-Aww... hyung... You liked them? I told you they are awesome!
He jumped up, genuinely proud of his friends.
-Yeah-... -you laughed softly.
You stared blankly at the milky brown liquid filling your cup. Memories from years ago came flooding back. Bitterness evident in your voice. You remembered the old days, the laughter, the comforting hugs and the promises. Promises of a joint debut and taking the music industry by storm.
-...they're very warm. I mean... Maybe they tease you a little-... -you snorted again- ...But you can see how much they like you and how much they rely on you. This few hours I spent with them... I felt at home. They just give off that family vibe, you get what I mean?
You looked at him hopefully, seeking validation. And he just smiled tenderly and nodded.
He didn't get it...
Nonetheless he got up from a booth, walked around the square table and sat down next to you. Brant hesitantly took your hand. You felt how his warm finger tips nicely caressed your knuckles.
-Boys really liked you too, hyung. You can visit us more often. You can come whenever you want!
His enthusiasm echoed throughout a cafe. He was sincere in his words. Didn't understand, yest still wanted to cheer you up. Instinctively, he rested his head on your shoulder. Let himself relax in rhythm of your calm breathing and began to stare at the table with you. What was so interesting about it?
-You know... -you added unexpected- I used to have brothers too. They were very similar to them
-Hmm? -Brant turned to you confused.
You didn’t know why you were opening up to him again. Why you were revealing your biggest secrets to him once more without even asking.
You laughed bittersweetly and with the back of your hand quickly wiped away a single tear running down your cheek. Wanting to erase the traces as soon as possible. You didn't mean to worry him. Wished to not appear weak in his eyes.
But it was too late. Brant's heart raced. He stared at you surprised and saddened at the same time. Concern poured out of him in streams.
-I never wanted to be a soloist, you know? I-... I was supposed to make my debut in a band... Hope. But I was too weak. I didn't lead them to success.... I failed to show the world their talent... They disbanded us right before our debut. Destroyed our future. Said I would be more useful as a soloist...
Last few sentences you mumbled through tears. Tension released. Feelings locked away for years came out. And you completely broke down in front of the one person that you really wanted to pretend to be strong...
-Oh hyung-...
Not knowing what to say, Brant wrapped his arms around your neck and locked you in a tight hug. You just snuggled into his warm soothing body, wetting his shirt collar in a process.
-...I was their leader. I was supposed to protect them. I was supposed to be their only support. And I failed them... And now? Now I don't even know what's happening to them...
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-...yes, sometimes hyung can be so mean! You need to protect me from him-
He whimpered in a pitiful voice and puckered his lips into a sad horseshoe.
-The hell are you talking about?
You replied, carrying the takeout food, you had just picked up.
-See!? I told you! He doesn't even try to talk as sweetly as I do!
-Because I'm not pretending
You shook your head in resignation and struggled to take a seat next to him on a carpet, leaning back against a gray sofa. You felt as something creaked in your knee.
-I invited you to my apartment, bought you food and you're still complaining?
-Exactly as I said! I'm tormented and unappreciated here!
Brant sulked and turned away from you.
-Okay, okay, princess, I'm sorry -you replied with a laugh- Let me make it up to you with a warm meal
You opened one of the styrofoam boxes. Aromatic steam puffed into your faces. You gently placed boy's dishes on a table in front of him. Trying to not knock over a tripod with a phone on which live was currently streaming.
-Chopsticks?
-Yes, please -he added in a gloomy voice, unable to resist his hungry stomach.
So you tore open the package, broke wooden piece, rubbed them together and handed him already prepped sticks.
-Enjoy your meal-
-Enjoy your meal, hyung!
With a smile from ear to ear, he began to eat his noodles. While you tried to admire him discreetly from aside. His cheerful demeanor melted your heart.
Fans noticed and soon small chat room lit up with red hearts and sighs of admiration.
-Oh!-oh! When you were gone, they asked what you like the most about me
He suddenly stopped eating and looked at you with anticipation. You pretended to think for a moment.
-I love your silent version. You seem so innocent and kind. Completely different from how you really are
-Hyung! -he whined
You were slowly starting to like his little cries... And the way he addressed you...
-And I like it when you take care of me... When you do everything for me co I don't have to worry about anything-... -he added timidly, slowly mixing the contents of styrofoam bowl- Oh! Oh! And when you pay for everything! Even in souvenir or clothing stores
You froze. Stared blankly ahead slightly surprised. That wasn't the response you were expecting. But it was somehow oddly-... pleasant.
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-[M/N]-hyung!
You suddenly heard Brant's cheerful voice from the opposite end of a hallway. Boy ran towards you, completely out of breath but with great spirit and excitement. As if seeing you was what he had been waiting for through an entire concert.
He threw himself into your arms with such force that you struggled to keep your balance. Foil you had been holding behind your back rustled loudly.
-You came after all... -he said in dreamy voice, staring up at you with his goo-goo eyes. He buried his nose in your shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. Fragrance of home...
-Okay, okay, that's enough -you laughed, patting him on a spine- You're all sweaty
-Hyung! -he whined, genuinely offended.
He let go of you for a moment, sent you hurt stare and then hugged you again in the middle. With even more force. This time deliberately rubbing against you just to annoy you. However in reality it was ineffective. Because to be honest, you were just joking. Wanting to tease him a little. As an idol yourself, you had been in this situation many times and had gotten used to it. Besides… when you saw streams of sweat running down his heated body on stage. How he gave his all, losing himself in dance-
-Guys! You were wrong! Hyung didn't stand me up after all!
You saw how Brant without letting you go, turned his head back and stuck his tongue out at someone. Indeed, other worn-out members slowly emerged from behind an alley.
-Yeah? Good for you, it must be some Animal Welfare Day -replied one of them, also sticking out his tongue.
Brant narrowed his eyes in a challenging manner. But when his target got covered by people from a crew, he quickly turned his attention back to you.
-And what is that? -he asked unexpectedly.
Almost mockingly. With a satisfied smirk.
-Ah, that... Not sure, I just found it on the street
-Hyung...
Brant moved away from you, crossed his arms over his chest and began tapping his foot impatiently. Sweet, flashy bouquet, wrapped in decorative blue foil and thick fuchsia bow, definitely didn't look like something people could throw away.
-Alright... maybe... I bought this specifically for you
-Aww...hyung! Is someone trying to tell me that they have a soft spot for me?
Delighted with this flattery, Brant almost pounced on a bouquet. Yet before he could claim it as his own, you swiftly lifted it high above his reach. Boy looked at you in astonishment. However he decided to act independent. Stretching out his arms, he raised them high and jumped, trying to reach the gift.
-Ai ai ai... that's not what I said...
You scolded wit your finger, taking great satisfaction in his useless attempts.
-Because you didn't say anything! You never say anything! You are too shy to confess your feelings-
You looked at him dumbfounded. Yeah... suuure. The word “shy” is definitely one of those that can be used to describe you.
Idol took a few more intense jumps and let out a few tired groans before finally bursting into tears.
-Hyunggg!
-There, there... here you go... Congratulations on a superb performance
You finally took pity on him and handed him flowers with a warm smile. Charmed, he immediately hugged them to his heart. He was adorable...
-They're beautiful!
Yeah... so adorable....
You just wanted to grab his chubby cheeks and squeeze them hard-
And then eat him for breakfast-
Lunch and dinner.
-...not as beautiful as you...
-Huh?
With his mouth agape and eyes wide open, he immediately shifted his attention from a gift to you. Did he mishear? Was music from the speakers and the cheers of fans still ringing in his ears?
You abruptly snapped back.
-We probably should post something on Instagram, don't you think? -you blurted out, avoiding the subject.
Boy immediately joined in bickering. He pretended to be insulted and you couldn't help but smile:
-So that's why you came here? To hype the ship?
-Nah, I also wanted to meet your friends - you replied mockingly, for which you received a painful pinch.
-Ouch! What was that for? -you asked, rubbing your sore arm.
-You are the worst hyung!
He announced, pretending to be upset. But out of the corner, you noticed his slight smile and fascinated gaze focused on tiny white daisies. Just so you know, he wasn't swaying happily from side to side, persistently looking for a free vase for them! You just imagined it!
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-So, will you finally explain to me what do you mean by this debut thing? I don't remember talking to any fans that day. Staff wouldn't even let my family near me. They said it was so I wouldn't get distracted
Brant giggled slightly at your curiosity and send you a seductive wink.
He was lying on your lap, dreamily staring at you from below. His legs were curled up on a swing and your jacket was covering his chest. Serving as some form of protection from cold evening air.
He drank again. But this time not as much as the last time. Just enough to smoothly drift away to another land. Just enough to make a pleasant buzzing sound in his ears. Just enough to let him giggle for no reason.
He was so damn cute. On one hand, all you wanted to do now was play with his hair and listen to the melodies he hummed. But on the other… celebrating the end of shooting in a restaurant was the perfect excuse to get a little more out of him.
Maybe it was a slight overstep. Maybe you should have asked him when he was sober… But it felt weird to bring it up in normal circumstances. And this way… This way, maybe you'll get to know him a little better. Maybe it'll be easier for you to properly take care of him.
-Is that why you dragged me out to the patio? That's very, very naughty of you, hyung -he said, wagging his finger at you with amusement. It wasn't that he was fully conscious. Just that he could see some subtext in everything right now- Bad hyung, bad bad bad… hiccup! What would your mother say about this, hmm? I'm really disappointed in you, hyung!
He babbled, giggling from time to time. And you were so entertained that you couldn't even interrupt him.
-You're right, I'm a very, very bad hyung. Who wants to get all your secrets out of you. What's worse, while drunk -you joined in his little game.
-Why only secrets? -he scoffed- A normal guy in this situation would try to get into my pants…
He pointed out disappointed. You tilted your head back and laughed loudly and sincerely with your eyes closed.
-In that case, it's good that I'm protecting you from those normal guys
-But you don't have to, hyung -he admitted with a pouty face, irises shimmering in the moonlight- I can protect myself! And I am the one allowing you to get close to me. There is noone else like you, so you better be grateful and take advantage of this opportunity!
You burst out laughing again and shook your head in disbelief.
-Good. But better leave this innocence for me to enjoy a little longer, alright?
Brant looked at you slightly offended and not entirely convinced. In the end however, he seemed to give in. Or at least that's how it came across to you…
Suddenly he began to wriggle out from under your arm that was resting on his chest. He pulled himself up, slipped onto your lap and looked deeply into your eyes with a challenging gaze.
Feeling confident, he moved closer to your face.
Second later he changed back from being bold and manly to looking like a sweet little dumpling. Wandered off course, leaving a tender kiss on one corner of your lips. Delicious as cherries at a summer sunset. Delicate as a touch of a butterfly's wings. And addictive as the worst drug.
-Silly hyung -he smiled innocently and wrapped his arms around your neck- But fine, I'll tell you. It wasn't your debut, it was mine... We competed in a tournament with two other bands-
He started calmly and you looked at him intrigued, struggling to recall the events of the past. You had experienced too many debuts of random bands to be able to remember each one in detail.
-We were sitting at the backstage. My group was waiting behind the curtain analyzing the scores and I... Well... -he chuckled in embarrassment- ...dummy me noticed my idol and had to separate myself from them. Following you blindly -you could feel him getting annoyed with himself. As if ashamed of his naivety- I guess you came to support some artist who performed in the earlier segment. Not sure. But when you were sitting on that plastic chair in darkened passageway, I just had to move closer to you...
He rested his head on your shoulder, slightly drained and began to snuggle into the hollow of your neck.
-...You noticed me -he smiled and immediately frowned again- But instead of saying something encouraging, you threw out something like "that's a tough job, and it only gets worse later". I must have been in really bad shape for you to immediately dismiss my potential career. Stupid hyung!
-What? No, no! I definitely meant something else-... Like, don't worry about it because this job always seems hard due to pressure!
You started defending yourself abruptly, trying to calm your favorite.
-And that was supposed to motivate me? -he asked in accusation
You tried to open your mouth to explain further but he immediately interrupted you.
-Stupid, stupid, stupid!
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Loud ringing of your phone woke you from a deep sleep. You groaned in despair and blindly tried to reach noisy device.
-[M/N]? Have you checked social media yet?
Your manager's concerned voice echoed in your ears. You frowned and struggled to look at the blinding screen.
-Lupa, it's only nine o'clock -you began in a hoarse voice- I only got back from the concert around five. How could I-
-Then do it immediately! Or maybe not? No, no! Absolutely not! Don't even look at it! And until I arrive, do not respond to any comments under any circumstances! Agency is already preparing an official statement. I'll be there in less than fifteen minutes! -she blurted out in a high-pitched voice, rushing through her words- President is returning early from his conference. Plane will land in about two hours-
-...wait, what? What are you talking about?
You rubbed your aching temples with difficulty. Her squeaky voice and flood of unclear information only made your migraine worse.
You heard the sound of call ending while struggling to prop yourself up on your elbows. With your eyelids still fluttering, you tried to turn on a wifi on your phone.
One second.
That's all it took for your smartphone to be flooded with notifications. Tags, shares, private messages. Spam started to clog up your device. Confused, you tapped on a search icon that quickly showed you the most trending headlines from newspapers.
Career for friendship
Famous soloist [M/N] sold out his friends
What an idol can do for money
It turns out that debut of great [M/N] that we know is not his first!
Former member reveals the truth
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Tense Lupa walked around in circles, talking to others on bluetooth earpiece every few moments. She repeatedly argued with President's right-hand man, rejected calls, shouted and stamped her feet louder than you would have preferred. Calcharo tried to bring everything you needed to your bedroom. He systematically ensured that nothing could be seen through closed blinds and that receptionists and security guards downstairs were keeping enough watch to prevent any paparazzi from entering the floor of your apartment. In the meantime your good friend Qiuyuan sat on the edge of a wide bed, sending you encouraging glances and checking for new updates on social media every few moments. However he didn't dare share them with you. He only passed on alarming information to your manager.
And you? You did nothing. Stuck to the bed, robbed of access to any devices. You could only sit passively and wait for the results. Hoping that others would somehow pull you out of the hole you had just landed in. After a sobering shower you were forbidden to do anything. And to be honest you didn't protest too much. You were powerless, numb. Bloody depressed and guilty.
If it weren't for Brant who showed up at your apartment right after hearing the bad news, you don't know how you would have handled it. Not only had he been nursing you back to health since morning after your exhausting performance, but he was also your best support.
After he disappeared for a while, wanting to release some tension, he buried himself in sheets with you once again. You laid lifeless, staring blankly at unplugged plasma screen. Brant nestled his head against your chest, listening to your dangerously beating heart.
-It's not your fault... you wanted to debut with them -he whispered reassuringly with deep concern.
His voice was soothing to you as usual, but voice alone couldn't heal the wounds dealt years ago.
-That shitty old man! He got you into this and he'll get you out of it, I'm telling you -Lupa suddenly announced through clenched teeth- He profits too much from you to just leave you here for those hyenas to devour
-Don't worry, if he didn't care about you, he wouldn't have hired a private plane -Qiuyuan interrupted the woman, a little more calmly and reasonably- Even if he was only motivated by money at first, that doesn't mean he still is. You know how much he's changed over the last few years
Man patted you on the knee, trying to cheer you up somehow.
And maybe he was right. Maybe Yuanwu really could find a solution. But what about your fans? Your image may have been blunt or sarcastic but everyone still considered you as a lovable gentleman wearing his heart on sleeve. And now? Now...
Whatever the President came up with, chances of him alone finding a way to evoke sympathy in people were rather slim.
But maybe that's how it should be? Maybe you deserved it? Maybe this was how you were supposed to atone for your sins? Your payment for fame. For leaving your brothers behind. For unfairly taking your band's place.
-It's not your fault -Brant repeated, this time more firmly.
He knew what was going on in your little head.
-You wanted to save them. You didn't want to leave them behind. You told me that yourself. When they refused to let you debut, you were just an ordinary teenager. You had nothing to say. And that offer you got a few years later? Anyone would have taken it. They would have too. Anyone in your place would have wanted to become a star, pay off their debts and ease the burden on their family. It's enough that you blame yourself every day for something that isn't your fault. I won't let anyone else try to use that against you!
His sternness froze you all. There were no words you could add. Clearly not accepting any objections.
-Guys... -Calcharo suddenly ran into a bedroom- Listen, you have to see this-
In disbelief, he turned the tablet towards you and handed it to you. Others immediately gathered around. Just to read one unexpected article.
Brant from S.H.I.P. makes a statement about hardships of being a leader, excessive pressure, trying to meet expectations and ruthless decisions of records companies.
Everything started to click into place. All of his disturbing behavior. And the same time all potential consequences of this action flashed before your eyes.
Huge obstacles and challenges awaited you if you wanted to stay in the spotlight and not get fired... But now at least you didn't have to fight alone. Now you had someone to protect you.
-You didn't have to...
-...but I wanted to.
He replied, planting a passionate kiss on your lips.
