Lips of an Angel - Hyunlix

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"Oh my god, it's Chan from Chained Malevolent!"

"Jisung, I love you!"

"Changbin step on me please!"

"Sign my ovaries, Hyunjin!!!"

The distinct cheers of their fans, screaming at the top of their lungs, and they were trying to get near the band. Either to hug them, or mug them; pick one. But Hyunjin would be lying if he said that he loves this. At first, he honestly adores the fame and the attention that comes with having a rockstar's monthly check. Groupies full of beautiful male and female omegas, begging to have a taste of the band's bassist. Every night there was a new toy waiting for him, to play, abuse and then leave them lying on the bed sore first thing in the morning; his own fucked up way of filling up the hole inside his heart. This went on until he met his current omega girlfriend after two years of being a fuckboy. If you're thinking that Yoona changed him. Well, then think again.

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Ya Ya Ya! Where are you going today?

You're at the same place as the red carpet stars

When Changbin delivered the opening lines as he strummed his onyx-colored electric guitar; his fingers plucking the strings to create an electrifying melody. The crowd instantly went wild with ecstasy, jumping with every beat of the drums that synchronized with their own heart beating.

The audience is filled with camera men

They all expect you to be careful

You need someone

Chan winked at someone among the sea of people as he leaned closer to the microphone. He was indeed playing with the words inside his mouth before sending them straight to their audience. Hyunjin couldn't help but admire the older alpha everytime they were playing on stage. Everytime it reminded him of the struggle they had before becoming full fledged rockstars. But today Chan was glowing, like something had changed under their noses. Something that made the older alpha happy. Whatever that change is, Hyunjin will support that.

I said, they the best, that's true, hurry and recruit them

The audience is in awe

When they see your killer stage

It was his turn to make the stage his muse, where his musical art comes alive. He closed his eyes feeling the rhythm in his soul surge across his veins. His long fingers brushed the microphone stand up and down, taming the bull by his horns. His own personal ritual before the sleeping beast inside him takes over. The beast who is hungry for their fan's love and satisfaction. He pushed back his bangs, giving him a slicked hairstyle as he was glistening with sweat; making him sparkle underneath the warm spotlight. Like a wolf basking from the moonlight's glow.

They see your stubbornness,

your unseen madness (ah yeah)

Your quiet endorphins, show me today

Don't be so cautious, like a headache (brr, ah)

Their fans were head-banging, jumping from their places, and throwing everything they could find just to get a second's worth of attention from the rock band. The scent of the crowd was a mix of freshly bloomed flowers with a tint of strawberry, and daffodil sprinkled on top of the spring garden. Hyunjin took a whiff of that stench, refreshing his body with that energetic odor. It was until his wolf snagged a tinge of something awfully familiar to him; a scent that was familiar deep within his bones. A scent that was sweet like cotton candy infused bubble gum that spreads, yet it's tangy like sour balls.

Something caught his hooded eyes in the sea of people, a pink spinel sparkling in the pool of silver rocks. Its brilliance is vibrant enough to knock the sun out of orbit. Hyunjin gasped as the beauty winked at him. It would be an insult to not say that he forgot that he was a rockstar performing on stage, because he was smitten by the jewel before him. He or she was wearing a cat-like mask as white as pearls at the bottom of the ocean, with gold paint used to draw its nose, and outline its eyes. A cherry blossom sitting on one of its ears. The beauty's eyes were blue, more aesthetic than the clear sky. Their lips were molded in a heart-shaped form, shaded in bubble gum pink gloss, which appears alluring to the red-haired alpha. He wonders how those pretty little lips would look, wrapped around his thick, hard cock. That daydream alone could send him into a turmoil.

Oh, People suddenly disappearing

Oh, People suddenly leaving

But you don't go far away, every day

Hold me, hold my hand tight

Hyunjin roared against the mic, demanding attention from the beauty who is now looking at Jisung preparing his drum solo. He raised his eyebrow, while wearing his signature lop-sided smile shot directly at Jisung who just mouthed his name for that uncalled for ad-lib. The older alpha just chuckled darkly, knowing that everyone's attention was on him; including his next target. But that smug smile on his face faded in an instant when his target disappeared amongst their fans.

Hooded eyes darting from left to right, in search of the jewel that he just lost. Restless, and ignoring the fact that he was supposed to sing after Jisung's drum solo. "Hwang Hyunjin! what the fuck are you doing?!" It was Bang Chan who called him out, their band's guitarist, and leader. Judging by how he blurted his full name, he is going to get an earful from the older alpha later.

Yayaya

You're so cruel in my dreams

Yayaya

When I open my eyes, seems like you'll disappear

Yayaya

I don't care, I wanna go to you and look

Yayaya

Say what

Yayaya