8 . 59 pm k.hj ✩ rock band au
yellowed lights flicker above you as you jog down a dim, heavily graffitied corridor. the band you manage is performing in under ten minutes and you had gotten caught up in traffic after picking up some emergency makeup for a member.
they’d survive without you, you know that, but it had been a while since your boyfriend had been in charge of keeping the boys on track so you’re worried that they’ll be running late and end up being thrown on stage half dressed or something. not like their stage attire could count as fully dressed anyway.
the smell that hits you when you reach the dressing room is pungent; a mix of hairspray, nail polish, deodorant, and paint. it would probably make you sick if you weren’t used to it by now.
the culprit of the majority of the air pollution is sitting on the floor in the middle of the room emptying a can of spray paint onto his new combat boots, oblivious to the chemical hotbox he’s creating.
hongjoong smiles when he notices you and beckons you over to see the new additions to his boots. they’re still dripping with red and white paint but you can make out the bands logo on the side along with some upturned crosses scattered around.
“they’re sick, i love them.” you tell him.
he doesn’t respond but reaches his hand out to you for you to help him up. you feel him squeeze a few times and you take that as thanks, he’s never been good at verbally accepting compliments on his work.
“how are we for time?” he asks, resting his arm on your shoulders.
you hadn’t checked just how late you were since you arrived at the venue.
before you can look at your watch hongjoong has already pulled out his phone and called for the bands attention.
the chaos caused by the other seven men in the room hushes at the sound of your boyfriends voice.
“we’re on in six minutes, get your shit together.”
the sight of him slipping back into his leader role makes your brain briefly short circuit. he used to be in charge of everything being the front man of the band, but has been able to relax more since you came into the picture and became the groups manager.
the group resumes rushing around and finishing up whatever they need to do. seonghwa seems to be the only one who’s ready to go, judging from his relaxed position on the sofa.
san bounds over to you amongst the chaos, avoiding hongjoongs makeshift floor studio the best he can. his appearance reminds you of why you left in the first place; his lipstick. you pull the small tube out of your pocket and hand it to him.
“i hope the colour is okay, i just grabbed the first red i saw.”
he nods in approval and shoves it in his back pocket.
you wouldn’t normally go on last minute errands over lost items but this one was important. san has a ritual during one of the songs where he tosses his lipstick into the crowd and allows whoever catches it to come up on stage and put it on him. it normally ends up smeared and messy but he pulls it off. the fans love it.
you ruffle his hair as he walks past you to wait in the corridor. everyone else follows soon after but hongjoong hangs behind until only the two of you remain in the room.
the leather clad man turns his attention to you. you note that his eye makeup is a different colour than usual but it matches his new boots.
“can i get my good luck kiss?” he asks.
you pretend to think for a moment before quickly pulling him towards you by the belt loops and pressing your lips to his. he’s caught off guard for a moment but smiles into the kiss once he regains composure.
you run your fingers over the cool metal studs and spikes of his outfit and he places his hands on top of your own on as they wander. the familiar feeling of his piercings moving against your lips and tongue could lull you into a trance. a fog of safety, excitement and every kiss you’ve ever shared washed over you.
you could get high from this mans kisses alone.
okay maybe that and the mix of harsh chemicals in the air.
he pulls away first and pats your cheek apologetically. pre show makeout sessions always leave you feeling needy and he knows it.
“come on, boss. we can finish this after the show”
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