I've got my eyes on you.

My fan.

"Wik it's your time to go on stage, good luck my boy !"

The manager looked at him with her big tired eyes, this period was the most intense one.
Wik kept having small concerts, as well as various events. But he wasn't complaining: for some months now, his eyes had been looking for HIM again and again.

This cute and strange boy.

Where was he ?
Wik began to sing, his eyes never leaving the crowd.
Not here...not there....where ?
He could always spot his little fan, he had a few males fans, so most of the time he could spot him. But not right now.

.......Fuck.

Wik messed the lyrics.
He kept looking for him.
The young boy with doe eyes. He had caught the singer attention from the first time they had locked their gaze. Since then, Wik was unable to restrain himself. He kind of grew an obsession towards that young man.... And he couldn't stop thinking about him.

When suddenly he saw him.

<< It took you a long time hah? Wik thought inwardly. Such a bad boy. >>

He cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on his young fan, the one dressed in brown, with a cap, and a mask.

"Everyone, this is my last song."

As he began to sing, he felt the young man's gaze on him.
It was as if his fan was searching deep in his heart, Wik couldn't help smiling, he knew that this young boy would try to approach him sooner or later. Or maybe, Wik was planning to do it... Because he was running out of patience.

"Thank you, thank you very much to the talented Wik, for agreeing to come and sing for us."

"Thank you for inviting me !" Wik exclaimed, looking away reluctantly, but he forced a smile.

He was curious, why his young fan, usually following him everywhere, had been late today? Wik frowned, he was now in the dressing room, putting away the precious guitar of his big brother, Kinn.
When his manager came in, she knocked discreetly before looking very serious:

"Wik? Are you ready to go? We waited a long time for most of the fans to leave but some persist and are towards the car...Is it ok?"

"Is he there?"

"Who are you talking about....?"

Wik smiled mysteriously, he got up, put on his black shirt, and left carrying the guitar with his hand.
Of course, the young man was there, and when his gaze plunged into that of the singer, he felt his lips stretch.
Ah, Wik was screwed, he had really developed an interest into someone he didn't even know anything, but those eyes... The boy's caramel eyes, those long eyelashes... His tender, shining gaze.
A few fans asked him for pictures, but the staff asked them to leave, but Wik focus was only on the male fan, standing with his arms folded against a wall, his gaze still fixed on Wik. He felt a string between them, it's was maybe stupid...but it's was as if they could understand each other.

"Wait." Wik scanned the small group of girls in front of him, finally having an idea for this young boy to approach him. "I agree to take pictures."

The fans cheered, and his manager looked at him in surprise, she pursed her lips and organized a little line. Wik posed, taking selfies and small videos, still his kind smile, and his warmest gaze.

1....2....3....5....

Wik started to get impatient seeing his young fan refusing to come near, so once all the other fans left, he raised his hand and waved at him.
The young boy seemed surprised, he panicked and dropped his phone on the ground, so Wik giggled, he approached the young man with great strides, the sound of his heels echoing in the dark alley.

"Wik! Come back.." his manager snarled.

"I'm coming! Just a moment..." exclaimed Wik.

He leaned towards the young man and their hands touched to retrieve the phone from the floor. He could see the fan's red ears.
Wik smiled: voila, their first meeting. Finally.
He analyzed every detail of the young boy: he must love fashion, dressed all in brown, he was also shy and discreet, given how he hid. He couldn't see properly, but that boy was sure a cute one.

"Thank-Thank you..." the young boy stammered, his gaze resting on the ground.

He was shaking slightly, Wik noticed long slender hands, he was holding his phone as if his life depended on it. His phone case was a Polaroid of himself, along with several adorable stickers, and Wik smiled.

"I have often noticed you, thank you for being my fan."

The young boy did not answer, he bent slightly, looking completely frightened.
It was like a tiger facing a kitten.
Wik slid his hand against the young man's, and he deftly grabbed his phone, before tilting his head:

"Do you want a photo... ?"

"I..."

"To thank you. This is a special opportunity...."

"So..only you, P'Wik...If you don't mind... I don't want to be in it."

Wik smiled, finally, the young boy's voice. It was nervous but melodious, Wik took a picture, before returning the object, a mischievous look in his sharp eyes:

"Tell me your name."

"P...Porchay. Prochay Kittisawasd. Thank you...P'Wik."

Porchay.
Nong Chay.

It was sweet.

Wik saw the young man's gaze land on him, and this time, he felt a knock in his heart. His obsession was growing up more than ever. His brain wasn't cooperative. He had only one thought.

Porchay would be his.

No. He was already his. From the moment Wik laid eyes on him, the young man was belonging to him.

"Nice to meet you. Nong Porchay."

"Nice..nice to meet you, P'Wik. I...I really love you."

Wik smirked. Great. He was used to people saying so... But something was different now. Because Wik was unable to just say "thank you for loving my songs, good bye, go home safely...".

He stayed in front of the blushing mess boy. With a grin, he said :

"Would you show me... In my car?"