너의 별, 내 사랑 ᵖˢʸᵇᵒʳᵍ

╚ஓ๑ chapter 7 ๑ஓ╝

Eyes fluttering open and blinking a few times in confusion, Uki groaned in pain. His head was killing him. What the hell did he do on the previous day?  Nothing good for sure.

He performed on stage. He was satisfied with his performance partly. Then he drank.

There was something with... a bar?

Oh and a bartender?

Shivering a tad because of the tingling feeling against his sensitive skin of his neck, the purple haired tilted his head to make it stop, which it didn't – how weird.

The warmth, why was it so familiar? Breathing – he was sure it was breathing. Against his neck? Someone was breathing against his neck.

Oh no. This was his bad.

The idol tried to move, starting slowly but regretting lifting his arm even the slightest once the stinging pain spread in his limbs. He had overdone it. Once again. Performing like there's no tomorrow because of his comeback stage and then drinking himself into a coma wasn't particularly the greatest idea.

Also, the smell was diffrent. It wasn't his own. It was someone else's. How weird. Has he met anyone with such an extraordinary and pleasant scent? He didn't remember.

Uki's eyes would've helped him with sorting all these hypotheses floating in his sleepy mind into a logical order, unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to flutter his eyelids open nor was the bright light of the morning sunshine appropriate for his sensitive eyes.

Breath hitching as he felt two arms around his waist which were hugging him tightly as they pulled him closer to the source of the delicate warmth, Uki paused. Suddenly it was hard to breathe, his throat stuffed by all the words he wanted to let to disagree with what was currently going on. Still, he couldn't get out a single word in the end, not even a little sound of surprise.

No matter how much his head hurt or how little he remembered from the previous day – seriously, his aching head was killing him – it was pretty easy to figure out he wasn't in his own apartment. Everything he had just analysed didn't line up with the description of his home. Still, it felt like home. What was he even thinking, the alcohol really messed up his brain.

Another fact which couldn't go by unnoticed is that someone was in fact lying behind him. Not only that. They seemed close. Really really close. Body pressed against the other body close.

The purple haired cursed in his mind, what did his past and absolutely wasted self get the present self into?

Did he have any important schedule today? No, he just had his comeback stage. This day was supposed to grant him relaxation, not losing his mind about something he did last night because of being drunk. Couldn't he just enjoy this?

Was it the bartender who was behind him? It was him. He remembered. The gray haired took him home. He took him home?

How did that even happen? More importantly, what happened next?

Curiosity was killing him and so was his head, not the greatest combination to be honest, thus Uki decided to carefully turn around. He wanted to know. He wanted to recognize the person who gifted him the greatest warmth and worst crisis at the same time.

As Uki turned around to lay on his right side he got a little startled by two gray eyes already staring at him. Could he vanish now? Could he sink into the ground?

Giggling a bit because of the widened eyes of the completely wrecked idol – his facial expressions were especially cute – Fulgur smiled as he brushed a strand of purple hair out of Ukis face, the latter's expression now showing his embarrassment even more.

"Slept well?" Fulgur asked with a grin on his face. Uki was indeed calmer and rather shy when he wasn't drunk, still you could see some sparking stars in the heterochromatic eyes, as if they were trying to challenge you. How did Fulgur even managed to resist the burning hungry eyes of the idol on the previous night? Let's say the bartender was beyond relived to see Uki pretty much sober again.

Blinking again a few times in a row, Uki thought about how to respond to the question. Yes? He did? He guessed? Apart from the fact that he felt like dying with his burning limbs and hurting head, he really did have a great sleep. Was it because of him?

"Yes." The purple haired managed to say, then he immediately averted his gaze from Fulgur's face to look at the ceiling. He really pulled someone like that? Damn.

Uki remembered having some similar thoughts in the bar and during the live show, however those were way more intense in his drunk state. If he recalled correctly, Fulgur had some of his hair tied into a small ponytail. Now he had worn it down, the gray hair still looked gorgeous. What would it feel like if he touched it?

Thoughts being interrupted by a small laugh, Fulgur couldn't help it, he found the a bit lost Uki way too adorable, Uki on the other side still wasn't sure what to do. Why were Fulgur's arms still around his waist? That was pretty distracting. The proximity was distracting.

Before he knew it the smaller's hands found their way into the gray and silver-ish hair to confirm his speculations: It was really soft, basically made for running your fingers through it.

Wait... what did he just do?

Shooting his hands back to his own body, Uki supported his head to somewhat lift his head with his arms.

The Idol's mind still presented him a variety of blurry images of the gray haired. The first time he had seen him was at the live show. So, Fulgur definitely knew he was an Idol. So did that also make Fulgur a fan because of committedly swaying his lightstick during the live?

Undoubtedly he found the bartender very attractive – putting emphasis on the very – still, he was conscious and anxious because of various things.

What happened between those two? What didn't he remember?

Was the male in front of him really trustworthy? Or was it some weird and sick obsessive fan who tried and succeeded with coming closer to the idol?

"Is everything okay?" Fulgur asked concerned, watching idol worrying over something only to get a hesitant nod back.

"You want me to get you some pain killers and water?" The taller asked as he slowly loosened his arms around Uki who just approved by nodding again.

"Wait I'll be right back." Promised the bartender with a reassuring smile while hurriedly standing up to dash out the room to reach his kitchen.

With the dull sound of the closing door filling the silent room Uki was left alone on the spacious bed.

Looking down on himself he let out a sigh because of his clothes. Well, to be exact,  those weren't his own. Still, he didn't remember he had worn so less clothes or how he even changed his clothes. Where were they again?

His eyes searched the room for his long lost clothes, suddenly he was distracted by the black zip hoodie he was wearing. It smelled really nice. Having the hoodie close to his body would explain the intense, but also very delicate, scent of the other male which had stayed with hin.

Then his purple and pink eyes landed on the doorknob, his ingenious mind slowly getting an idea of what to do.

There was always time for a sneaky escape, right?