I Love You, Hater

9

Arthur POV

I was chilling lang, no shit. I'm fucking nervous. Nasa backstage pa ako and the stylist are doing their best. What if isayang ko lang efforts nila para sa isang palpak na tulad ko? I won't even dare think what could happen to my fans. What if-

"You feeling alright?" A hand held my broad shoulder at napalingon ako.

"Y-yeah, just. Concert sickness" Leon cleared his throat as he adjusted his specs.

"You've done this before okay, kakayanin mo ito. Show the world what type of artist you are" He says.

"You know, in korean, we say the group or person's name for goodluck and then fighting" I snickered as I nod.

"Art you are in on 5" I heard my ear monitor as I stood up.

"Right so... Kailangan ko nang lumabas" I said as I walked to the door.

"Art" Napalingon ako sa kaniya.

"Fighting" He mouthed as I formed a little fist as I did too.

Leon POV

"Good evening everyone!" Art greeted through the speakers as the fans blasted. With lightsticks and banners waiving, I was one amongst in the ocean of fans.

I could tell na halos mapaiyak ang iba dahil sa kilig, tuwa, and excitement.

I observe at the highest seat as I took some pictures lang. And send some sa boss ko.

I decided to keep the pretty ones, I think I only deserve to see those.

I notice something, yung isang nandiyan sa taas parang may dala. I'm not blind, just not clear enough.

Passing by other fans lang, I attempted to get closer.

Pero agad siyang tumayo na may malaking bag sa kaniyang likuran.

What the fuck could that man plan on?

My head started to get a little hazy all of a sudden, not losing my balance I held on to the other seats.

Then I realized, nasa gilid na kami na part ng audience. A place where it won't be noticable.

The person was wearing a black outfit at napalingon siya sa aking direksyon. Agad akong napatago sa mga seats, praying na hindi siya sana lalapit dito even though we are a couple rows away.

I peaked a bit sa row as my eyes widened. He was pulling out a gun and a sniper.

At this situation, lalayo ako sana. Pero I realized, Art.

And unconsciously, I tackled him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The man struggled as I didn't back down.

The concert was still going well as I focused on this man.

Attempting to grab the gun, he punched me as I glared at him.

Napaatras ako ng kunti at sana na tamaan niya ako, pero pinataas ko kaniyang kamay na nakahawak sa baril.

Good thing, the fireworks came on time for anyone to notice.

I kicked his knee as I strike his face with my knee as he backed away.

"Who sent you?!" I yelled as I got near to him, holding the pistol.

"W-wala kang pakialam!" The man shouted.

"Pinoy ka pala, isa ka sa mga ano no?" I pointed at him as he was able to sweep my legs off as he ran away.

The right side of my stomach hit the seats as I winced in pain.