YANDERE! POP IDOL [EVE /JISOO HAN] x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE! ROCKSTAR [FEROZE KHAN]
unedited
REHEARSAL
second part to REPLACED + this set of headcannons
Feroze belongs to @moyazaika and manager reader! This is only a fan-creation.
[ NEXT PART : RECREATIONAL ]
“Mr. Khan, this is so unfair!”
“What is ? “
“You get even more handsome each and everyday. I’ll need sunglasses at this point !”
“You flatter me too much.”
Feroze ran his hand through Eve’s silken black hair. No doubt enjoying the soft feeling around his fingers.
You were glad that Feroze and Eve got along. As happy as you could ever be even! Finally, your moody employer got along with someone else other than you. But nothing could shake this sinking feeling of dread in your stomach.
“Haha . . . “ Eve’s ears turned pink. You knew of his previous obsession with Feroze’s music before. That’s how you were first introduced to the rockstar. No doubt the idol was also enjoying the small act of affection.
“You two are getting along well.” You coughed, feeling a bit too much like a third wheel to all this.
“Mx. [Y/N]! Hey hey~!” Eve waved, basically flailing his hands with the amount of excitement in his movements, while Feroze only nodded after facing your direction.
You bowed to Eve, a habit you had a hard time turning off when you switched clients, in acknowledgment before turning to your rockstar, “You have another interview this evening. One last time before we go.”
And the rehearsal began. Eve had apparently learned to rap from one of his members previously and had incorporated that into the music. You knew this of course, as you’d often check in on his career once in a while and listen to some of his songs when Feroze wasn’t around. But it was still quite baffling to see how quickly he picked up the skill. It was a far cry from how he struggled before as a trainee and rookie idol.
Feroze preferred not having a choreography and Eve otherwise, so there were separate solo sections in the mix as well.
As always, your current client amazed you with his voice and skill on the guitar. After Eve’s number, he quickly captured your attention and kept it there for the rest of the performance.
Soon, the last note is played, and the two singers panting are all that’s left to hear.
Feroze looked over to the black haired man. The arena was a cold place but after moving around the stage a lot, Eve had started showering in his own perspiration. “You’re sweating all over, Jisoo.”
You were mishearing things. You had to. There was no way they were in first name basis already. No way. Eve was so unbothered with the way he was called that you almost thought you were imagining things.
“Ah . . . let me just . . .” Eve started removing his coat, about to walk off in search of a towel before Feroze held him by the shoulder, leaned forward,
and licked him.
You and Eve don’t even have time to react as Feroze had already pulled you to the exit. “Let’s go, meri jaan.”
“Did you just do what I thought you just did—“
“What?” Feroze had this stupid smirk on his face, seeing you all worked up over his actions.
“Don’t try this with me! What if someone saw you two ? !”
“They’ve seen me done worse.”
“I’m not talking about your reputation, Khan. Jisoo’s is as fragile as glass. He hasn’t done even half of the shit you have. He’ll be ruined!”
“What’s this? Calling him by his first name now? And where’s my rosy?”
“You called him Jisoo, too. And remember, no rosy when you misbehave.”
“Fine. I won’t do it again. In public at least.”
“Khan!”
“Okay, okay. I didn’t know you get like this when you’re jealous. It’s kinda cute.”
“Unbelievable!”
Feroze laughed as you stormed off. He really does love you so much.
Once you were out of view, he checked his phone to find a couple of messages from his partner in crime.
i believe i deserve a little thanks for my services?
i’m such a great wingman, aren’t i?
don’t get too cocky.
but
thanks.
hehe. anything for you mr. khan.
i told you to call me feroze, didn’t i?
anyways
tomorrow. us three. drinks.
last one to pass out gets to have [y/n] for the night?
you’re on.
“You know that Feroze’s a lightweight.”
“Mhm.”
“Yet you purposely agreed to have a drinking competition.”
“Right you are.”
“When your entire personality is based on getting drunk.”
“It’s a perfect set up isn’t it? And I don’t get drunk that often!”
“Right, just every single night you go out with the boys.” You crossed your arms. Flashbacks to cleaning off all the puke from not only Eve but the rest of your old clients entered your mind. “You know I have to leave and take care of him after this right?”
Eve’s already eerie smile got even wider, “Well, at least I got you all to myself now. Right at this moment.”
You shook your head, exasperated. “I never got you.”
“Hm?”
“You said you could never live without me. And for a while I thought you did. Leaving you was so difficult. I was ready to lose you.”
“But here you are, alive and well.” Unaware you indirectly told him that he’s supposed to be dead, you jolted when he suddenly started cackling. Thank god for private rooms.
“Baby, if you want me dead there are more direct ways of saying so.”
“No, of course not!”
“I know you don’t. You care about me so much.”
You found yourself suddenly trapped between his arms. His face right next to yours as he breathed in your scent.
“Because you’re the best manager the world could ever ask for.”
He placed a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck, your chin, and finally your lips. His was smooth, years of scolding him to use chapsticks more often actually worked. But you soon forget the texture as his tongue entered your mouth.
His hands explored and caressed your body, keeping you close to him while he enjoyed your taste.
Out of guilt from making out while Feroze lied there unconscious, you pulled away.
Eve doesn’t hide the disappointment on his face, but he also doesn’t try kissing you again. “What happens, happens. I’ll just work thrice as hard to earn you back.”
You didn’t realize his body was pressing up against you until it was gone and he had grabbed his coat, ready to leave.
“Or I could share. Wouldn’t mind doing that with Mr. Khan.”
“You—“
“See ya soon, world’s bestest Manager!”
It was almost scary seeing Jisoo in such a broken state. He had failed two evaluations in a row. One more time and he’ll be cut off from his dreams. This usually wasn’t the case for most trainees, but as he’s grown older and therefore less marketable, the higher-ups had double down on their rigid rules. Even employing a manager like you to keep him in line.
You were a massive slap to the face. But he had no one else to lean unto. His other relationships were all shallow and based on some flimsy, flowery words he’d spout at everyone. So, he found himself here, right beside you. Tears still wet on his beautiful face.
“Hey . . . c’mere.” You pulled him beside you. The boy didn’t like being touched, but he was too tired and jaded to resist. “Show them that you want this. Show them that you’ll do everything you can to reach your goals.”
You caressed his back. Even if your words weren’t much of comfort you could at least try physically calming him down. “If they keep kicking you down even after you work twice as hard then work thrice as harder. If your skill isn’t enough for them then show them your determination.”
“You can and will do this, alright Soo? I believe in you.”
And that was the final nail into the coffin. You felt him melt under your touch. His breathing finally started to steady.
“I will. I promise.” He raised his arms to embrace you. “I’ll make you proud, Mx. Manager.”
Eve’s fingers trailed over the tattoo on his face. It was cold out. Snow had covered the streets and a part of his newly dyed dark blue hair. But the alcohol, the clothes he wore and most of all the thoughts of you kept him warm.
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