In which Uki is a famous k-Idol and Fulgur a bit too obsessed.
⌦ Fictional Story
⌦ genres:
⤳fluff, kpop au
↬ English isn't my first language, so please correct me if there are any big mistakes
↬ this story was published on ao3 first under my nam...
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"Sorry, I think I really have to go now." The purple haired appeared in the room again with an apologetic smile.
"Already thought so. Here are your clothes by the way. But I can lend you some if you want to." Fulgur explained as he handed him the clothes which weren't in such good condition anymore.
"Alban hyung is going to kill me." The purple haired whined with a pout, he would rather stay at the comfy place of the bartender. Even if they had to go through a weird start, both of them managed to get comfortable with each other in the end.
Uki really didn't want to go, he meant it. Well maybe it was also because he was beyond scared of the consequences he had to face due to his thoughtless actions on the previous day. Luckily Fulgur was there to prevent him from any further harm.
"Alban is your manager, am I right?" Fulgur asked while turning around to face the wall, letting the idol change in the room. A small little action which was so considerate of him. Uki appreciated it – a lot.
"Yes. He's just- I don't have words for Hyung." Uki laughed as he quickly changed his clothes to place Fulgur's neatly folded ones on the bed.
"That reminds me. You're also a bit older than me? Technically you're my hyung." Fulgur spoke, as he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling while he was sitting on his bed.
"Really? Uki asked full of curiosity. Somehow that thought felt really weird to him. The one who had taken care of him all the time was actually younger than him. At second thought it really did seem plausible, sometimes Fulgur had that playful and awkward energy, still, his presence was more than welcomed by the purple haired.
"Is Uki Hyung going to get scolded by his manager?" The gray haired giggled, bending forward as he laughed.
"W-Well, I hope not." The idol retorted, being caught off guard because of the honorific. Their little age difference felt even weirder when Uki heard the younger say it.
"You can turn around again." The purple added, trying to avoid the topic. He still had to think about his opinion on the previous topic.
Fulgur did as the older had told him to. Eyes meeting the sight which he was able to enjoy one day before since Uki had the same clothes on, Fulgur couldn't hide his admiration. No matter how tired he looked or what simple and wrinkled clothes the idol was wearing, he still looked breathtaking. Or maybe Fulgur was a bit too obsessed.
Shuffling to sit on the spot on bed in front of which Uki standing as the gray haired wasn't able to hold back the things he was keen on doing. He had suffered enough from the previous night and the teasing from that morning.
Pulling the smaller closer by his hands to stand between his legs, Fulgur smiled as he watched the purple haired's reaction. Not really knowing what to do with himself, Uki just smiled back awkwardly.
