BornStar

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A/N:

Hope you guys love this random one-shot I promised to write for one of my close mutuals @/uwmalovelies

Sis, I hope you like it~!

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"Congratulations on another big win. Song of the Year, Artist of the Year, and Album of the Year! Let's celebrate!"

Yacht yells out happily as he opens the bubbly champagne that bursts from the excited movement of the manager for Harmony, which consists of Kao and Ohm. Who has never heard about this duo is definitely those who do not know the existence of entertainment, or live in a world of ignorance.

Or so their fans said.

"Woah, be careful where you aim that shit Phi!"

Ohm flinches away while Kao can only grunt. There is a reason why he needs an older manager but he cannot deny that Yacht is a good one when he is not in the mood to be wild. The manager grins and playfully tries to shower Ohm to scare him off but all he does is trip and nearly spill the drink in half.

"Oi! Don't waste the drink even if you use the company black card."

Kao grumbles as he picks up a glass of light alcohol, not really in the mood to be wasted, not when his personal cock sleeve is too busy entertaining someone else. He sips it elegantly as he leans on the couch, looking at the stage of the club from the window of their room on the second floor.

The stage is occupied with a nameless rapper in the eyes of the media where they sit on the throne but have no less appreciation for the right people who love it. Ohm joins him leaning on the couch sluggishly with his head bopping to the music from the performance.

The rooms that they have booked are a special VIP room where they can enjoy the performance on the stage without the loud sound from people below screaming their support to the underground artist that is performing. Although the room is soundproof, there are small speakers embedded in the wall so they can immerse themselves straight from the stage to their room.

"Thank you, everyone, don't forget to tune in to my Spotify!"

The duo smiles brightly and claps their hands in appreciation even though they know the performer cannot hear them. They have always enjoyed going to clubs to watch underground rappers perform since their college days to destress while training to become singers. Though they lean more towards R&B and ballad, they truly love to hear more upbeat songs.

"Are you guys ready for the real show? The one you guys have been waiting for? No one wants to hear me rambling, now give it up to SweetCheeks!"

The crowd screams with much delight when the infamous name is mentioned by the MC. A few seconds later, two beautiful boys in skimpy clothes walk on the stage with big grins on their faces. They waved happily to their fans and only a split second did they look up at the shaded one-way window of the VIP, a smirk on one of the boy's faces.

"Mix, drop the beat!"

Fluke, one of SweetCheeks members, requests, and the performers turn their grin to a sinister smirk once the familiar bass drops. The fans go wilder when they hear the opening, jumping in hype while the two VIP male gulp their drink in anticipation.