「🍧Refusal: An action and word rarely associated with the idol. Given his beautiful appearance and social status, people usually gave in to his demands. He rarely, if ever, had to compel their fragile minds. Take one of his bothersome fans for a moment. If he told them their time on Valentine's belonged to him, they'd immediately agree. Not to mention that kissing his hand would be an honor. It wasn't often he gave his fans permission to touch him, despite how desperate they were to do so. Oftentimes, it felt like a power he had over them, until it wasn't. A reminder since his childhood that he was a product meant to be spoiled, regardless of his own feelings. The things that made the world go round weren't foreign to him and would make the average person squirm. Half of the reason he wore such a revealing sweater was to satisfy the cravings of his little fan club, offering them a little eye candy. The scars on his shoulders were so faded that the human eye would overlook them ( unless they pushed past his boundaries to be a mere inch near his skin ). The other half was to bother the idiot before him.
After all, he assumed Percy thought he was talentless, thanks to an untrustworthy outside source. The sole reason the two hit it off like cats and dogs. It's not like the idol had never experienced harsh criticism, since that was common in his career choice. But it mostly appeared on forums he could avert his eyes from. And when it happened on the streets, his fans would race to defend his honor. Over here, he expected none of this. It had surprised him a little that a group of girls even knew who he was, then dragged other girls into their newly formed club. He had gotten a break from the negativity until rumor had it that someone dissed his talents. It shouldn't have bothered him. Went in one ear and out the other. But seeing the supposed culprit had set him off. Awakened something inside of him. Perhaps the repressed anger he had felt from years of criticism finally surfaced, forcing the cap from a bottle that occasionally leaked on the verge of overflowing. Coming from a nobody who shouldn't even know him. And became the undeserving victim of his repression.
Yes, the last time Percy technically complimented what he wore had influenced this decision. Why? Because if the compliment held an ounce of truth to it, that Percy actually found it cute, it meant the idiot ( in his mind ) liked something about him. And the goal was to make him admit it and hopefully humiliate him in the process. Then hold it over his head. Even though that plan wouldn't remedy the talent comment, somehow, in his mind, it was still considered a win. Admittedly, he didn't expect any pushback on his invitation demands. At most, just an eye roll or something equal to that regarding the hand kiss. By now, he considered himself used to this guy's snarky comments, or so he thought.
One word followed by the loud thud of his locker made the smirk he wore shift into a slightly surprised expression. Almost reminiscent of someone who had been told no for the first time in their life ( though not true for him since Ruki made him familiar with it ). He reluctantly met his eyes, almost in disbelief. He had been rejected? By this guy! He had taken the time to kindly invite him over for the evening, and even to allow him the pleasure of kissing his hand ( something he was now mad about despite never intending for the kiss to ever happen ), just to be told no! He gritted his teeth as his eyes shifted to a more piercing, ' how dare you ' stare. And clearly the assault of words wasn't over yet, as he had the audacity to, what? Whisper in his ear that he was loud? Or annoying? One hand balled into a trembling fist as he bit his bottom lip, a little too hard. He licked the emerging blood as the wound healed. Could he turn this to his favor? Play the damsel who had gotten a little too hurt and guilt the jerk? Or should he just slam him against a locker and tell him how he really feels?
So far, it was the latter. Not like anyone else was around right now anyway. He caught up with him and shoved him against the lockers. The piercing stare he had was even sharper, full of sheer ire, as their eyes would lock. His right hand harshly gripped the fabric of Percy's shirt beneath his neck as his goal was to keep him in place. Why did this guy get so under his skin? Why did he matter? He was just some guy at this stupid school that Klaus ordered them to monitor. All he wanted to do right now was punch him in his stupid face, maybe turn him into a meal, or just terrorize him. It shouldn't be too hard; he had done it before. Though that bitch had been far more deserving. And here he was pinning someone down like he had been all those years ago. Decades? Centuries? Wanting to hurt this innocent person would make him no better than them, wouldn't it?
He loosened his grip until the fabric left his skin. The anger had disappeared, leaving a vulnerable expression behind. His eyes were practically glued to the floor from the sheer disappointment he felt towards himself. It felt like he wanted to cry, yet the faucet barely turned. No tears even threatened to trickle. Yet his eyes were sorrowful when they finally drifted back to Percy. ❝ Why? Why do you think you're better than me?! ❞ But seconds after the questions left his lips, he had slammed his hand into one of the lockers, leaving a dent behind. It didn't hurt, but he held his hand anyway, as if to mimic a normal human's reaction to harming themself accidentally. Were those footsteps? Great... The last thing he needed was anyone seeing this. He didn't wait. This time, he started walking off before a crowd was drawn in. 」