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Hyunwoo wades through the sea of half-empty beer bottles and discarded underwear in the narrow hallway. Their tour bus is disgusting. Not that anyone had expected any different from five guys in their twenties living at the height of their popularity, but Hyunwoo would've appreciated it if he could at least make it to the other side unscathed. (Maybe he would have minded it less if any of the underwear was from one of his fans instead of Kihyun's or Hoseok's.)
Speak of the devil; Hoseok opens the curtain of his bunk bed, revealing the naked girl sleeping on his sheets. He steps out of bed, fishing a pair of questionably-clean boxers from the floor. He catches Hyunwoo staring, and turns around to show him his ass, giving it a good slap before putting on the boxers.
Hyunwoo shakes his head and continues his quest to the kitchen, fishing the last clean bowl and cereal from the cabinet before flopping down on a bar stool. He adjusts his (poor, neglected) dick in his boxers for optimal comfort, groaning as he picks up the carton of milk, which is, obviously, empty. (It always is)
He rakes his fingers through his hair, sighing in annoyance, pushing the bowl away to make room for his head so he can wallow in despair on the counter top and maybe drown in his own tears while he starves to death on this damned tour bus.
"Rough night?" A voice says beside him, and he looks up to see Kihyun, the pink-haired lead singer, sit down on the stool next to him, hair fussed, looking positively fucked. When their eyes meet, he grins. "Oh no, wait, that's right."
He stands up, snatching something from the toaster, slapping Hyunwoo on his bare back. "No one sleeps with the bass player."
Hyunwoo considers throwing the cereal at his head, but it might be the last food left to eat on the bus and he doesn't want to waste his final meal, so he watches Kihyun walk away, piece of toast in hand, laughing loudly. (He does flip him off, for good measure, but Kihyun doesn't look back.)
Kihyun is never cheerful unless, as he so artistically phrases it himself, "he gets laid or he gets paid". (And he gets both. A lot.)
Hyunwoo grumbles. (But he's right. Groupies never go for the bass player. It's always the lead singer or the guitarists. Heck, even the drummer gets around more than he does.)
Damn it. Why didn't he just learn to play guitar like normal people?
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When their manager Jaehwan finally manages to get them all out of bed, somewhat decently dressed and reasonably sober, it's almost 2PM already and Hyunwoo feels like death. (From the looks of it, he is not the only one, Jooheon and Changkyun look like they haven't slept a wink all night. Then again, that is kinda what happens when you bang your bandmates.)
All the booty calls have been sent away with an autograph and the promise that they were definitely the best they had ever had, and all that is left is an angry manager, a groggy band and their god damn mountain of trash and dirty panties and a half-dead pet goldfish. And zero food.
Wonderful.
Rehearsals and equipment set up start at 4, which leaves them just two hours to find food and their instruments and possibly their sanity. (Nah, that last one is long gone)
Hyunwoo and Hoseok, who are deemed the most sober/sane out of the group, are voted to get groceries and feed them, while the rest of them gets put to work in the bus by their manager. (Who, Hyunwoo thinks, questions his life choices on a daily basis. If they didn't rake in as much money as they did, he would have never dealt with as much of their bullshit as he does.)
They find a store not too far from their concert venue. Hyunwoo tosses some bread and milk into their cart, while Hoseok flirts with the cashier (of-fucking-course). In the corner of his eye he sees two figures following them from outside. He expects to see a couple of fan girls, probably looking to score Hoseok's autograph/ a place on the never-ending list of booty calls.
What he does not expect however, is two guys, a brunet and a blond, probably in their twenties. And one of them is looking at him. (It must be a mistake, maybe he's confused or delusional or maybe it's a coincidence, they're not fans they just happened to pass by the window and--)
Nope. No. Not a coincidence. The blond is definitely coming his way.
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"Minhyuk what are you doing." Hyungwon hisses, pulling at his friend-who-is-determined-to-get-them-arrested's arm. "The whole point of this is that they don't know we're stalking them."
His blond-and-definitely-crazy friend grins. "Now where is the fun in that?" He drags Hyungwon to the door of the supermarket. "Besides, we're just saying 'hi'. Nothing illegal about that!"
Hyungwon sputters, trying to protest but there's no talking Minhyuk out of things once he has set his mind to it. (Plus, he won't admit to it, but he also really wants to see Hoseok up close, if only just to see how handsome he is both on- and off stage.)
Hyungwon doesn't understand Minhyuk's obsession with Hyunwoo. Who ever goes for the bass player? It's not that he isn't handsome (he is) or talented (he is) but he doesn't exactly stand out that much, not compared to Hoseok and his glorious hair flips, buttoned down shirts teasingly flashing his abs or the super hot lip biting, or to Kihyun's golden vocals, passionate gestures and cute face.
He doesn't even compare much to Changkyun, the passionate and sexy drummer, or Jooheon, the second guitarist with his cute dimples and never ending energy (Rumor goes that Changkyun has a thing with Jooheon, though, but nothing about that is confirmed, but they do seem suspiciously close).
Hyunwoo is just.... the bass player. (Oh well. Hyungwon doesn't have to understand. It just means more Hoseok for Hyungwon, then.)
There doesn't seem to be any additional security with them, which is good. (Hyungwon really doesn't feel like getting tackled to the ground today unless it's by Hoseok, and he's naked, then by all means tackle away.)
Hoseok is wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, looking so ab-so-fucking-lutely gorgeous it should really be illegal. The shirt accentuates his muscular chest, showing his lean, pale arms, tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves. He's chatting up the cashier, doesn't even notice Hyungwon walking up to him until he nervously clears his throat.
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"Umm... Hi?"
Hyunwoo turns around. He pretended to grab something from the shelf while the guy walks up to him (this could, technically, still be a mistake. Maybe he thinks he is someone else? Someone cooler? Someone who is not a bass player?), and now pretends (well, sort of) to be surprised when he stops in front of him.
The guy is... around his age. A little shorter than him. Skinny, but not too skinny. Bright blond, intentionally messy hair. Brown eyes. A bright smile. Bubbly laughter. A low voice. In short: he is cute. And he is interested in him.
Hallelujah.
The miracles have not yet left this world.
(It's not a secret that Hyunwoo is bi-sexual. Their sexualities were openly discussed in their first best-seller book Howling at the Moon, the success story of Blue Moon, for which the band was praised for their honesty and transparency, and it may or may not have resulted in a lot more sex. For certain people, at least. Those certain people not being Hyunwoo.)
"Hey." Hyunwoo says.
Apparently the guy did not think Hyunwoo would reply, because he seems taken aback for a moment, but quickly regains his confidence. "I just wanted to let you know I'm a big fan of you guys."
Ah. There it was. The guys. "Thanks. So, is it Hoseok or Kihyun? I'll let them know."
The guy blushes and looks down at his feet. "N-no, not them. I mean, you."
"Wow, really? Thanks." Hyunwoo smiles. (Internally high-fiving himself, go bass player go, get that booty!)
Just then Hyunwoo catches a glimpse at the clock, and they are definitely very, very late. Not wanting to incur the wrath of their manager again, Hyunwoo turns back to the cute shy guy. "Shit, sorry. I have to go. Hey, um.. what's your name?"
"Minhyuk! And have a good show. We'll be there." He smiles. It's the cutest shit Hyunwoo has ever seen.
"Alright, cool. It was nice to meet you, Minhyuk. See you at the show, then." Hyunwoo sticks out his hand. Minhyuk takes it. (Ohmygodohmygodohmygod)
"Yeah. Nice to meet you." (Minhyuk is surprised he manages to sound so calm and collected because he is definitely the opposite of calm and collected now, seeing and talking to and touching his idol. You touched his hand. And he said your name. It's basically true love. Thanks for the optimism, conscience.)