Rising Star

The Competition Begins

The alarm goes off, waking all three of you in your cocoon of blankets on the bed. Opening your eyes slowly, you're greeted by the sight of Chan first thing in the morning, all pouty lips and fuzzy hair. You loved waking up to him like this because it was so cute. Felix's blue hair was standing at odd angles and his eyes were only half open, trying to focus.

"Good morning," Felix says in a sleep roughened, deep voice. God, that's sexy!

"Good morning, sweetness," you say as you lightly kiss his lips. Chan gets out of bed and stumbles off to the bathroom, not quite awake yet. You chuckle and slide out of bed too. You select the clothes you plan on wearing for the day, thinking about how you want to look on camera for the first day. First impressions were important, and you wanted to look good but you also wanted it to be something functional that you could move well in if necessary. You decide on a slightly over-sized, long sleeved yellow shirt with your black tank top underneath. It hung artfully off your shoulder, revealing the black tank top. You chose loose, black cargo style pants with your regular converse shoes. You tossed your long hair up in a bun.

Once Chan was finished in the bathroom, you went in and completed your morning routine. You kept the makeup light and more on the natural side. Felix slipped up behind you, making a little noise of approval as he wrapped his arms around your waist for a quick hug. You smile at him in the mirror.

"That looks really good on you. They're going to love you, I just know it," he said as he kisses your neck softly and backs up so you can turn around.

"I hope so. I'm really nervous," you admit as you smile up at him.

"You'll be fine. Just be you," he says with a smile. You kiss him softly, then head back out to the other room where Chan has the coffee maker working for you and Felix. He has a water bottle in his hand, finally starting to wake up.

"Hey baby girl," he said as he comes over and gives you a quick kiss.

"Hey," you say as you smile at him. He's moving around the room now, finding his clothes for the day. You get a cup of coffee and watch as he gets changed. Black slacks, white shirt and a black blazer get thrown on the bed as he starts to get dressed. As he puts on a belt, you shiver with the force that he uses, the veins in his hands standing out. He notices and grins.

"You like that, baby?" he asks in that low voice that turned you on. You smirk at him.

"You know I do, bad boy," you tease him back. "Besides, you look hot in that."

The white shirt didn't have any sleeves, so his arms were bare if he didn't have the jacket on. The slacks hugged his hips and ass. God, that man had some serious cake, you thought to yourself. He paired everything with his silver accessories, looking very much like a rich playboy. As he slipped the blazer on, he checked himself in the full length mirror on the wall next to the room door.

"It's missing something," he says as he looks at himself. Glancing at you, he seems to come up with an idea and heads back over to his luggage. You see him bring out a small collection of handkerchiefs. Grabbing a yellow one, he folds it artfully and tucks it into the little pocket on the front of his blazer.

"Did you just find a way to color coordinate with me?" you chuckle. He grins and blushes as he nods.

"Think of it as a secret show of support," he says playfully.

"I win that one," Felix says as he steps out of the bathroom. The man could be on a runway with the outfit he comes out with. He's in black slacks like Chan, but the belt he wears boasts a gold Louis Vuitton buckle. A black tank top peeks through the stylish half black and half yellowish-gold leather blazer. He's done his eye makeup with a bright yellow cat's eye. Gold flashed in his ears, on his fingers and around his neck. The contrast with his blue hair was stunning.