Behind the Curtains: A Tale of Hidden Emotions

special chap

“Love, look at my clip! Isn’t it cute?” I pouted beneath my mask, hoping for her attention. But Faye was too engrossed in her phone, her eyes glued to the screen as if I didn’t exist.

I shot her a sharp, icy glare, one I knew she could feel even if she wasn’t looking at me. And when she finally lifted her head, meeting my eyes, the brief flash of horror that crossed her face was almost satisfying.

“Yes, love?” she asked, her tone laced with sudden awareness. I crossed my arms, turning away with a dramatic sulk, letting her know exactly how displeased I was.

“Baby, what did I do?” Faye quickly pocketed her phone, her arms wrapping around my waist as she leaned in close. Her voice was soft, tinged with worry, but I refused to acknowledge her, wanting—no, needing—to hear a specific question. She continued to coax me, her gentle words trying to break through my stubborn silence.

I shot her a pointed look, frustrated that she still seemed clueless. Then, her gaze shifted to my hair clip, and I saw the moment of realization light up her eyes. “Ohh, your clip is so good! Is it the one I bought you?”

A smile instantly broke through my pout, and I nodded eagerly, the earlier irritation dissolving like sugar in warm tea. “Uh-huh,” I answered, proud and pleased.

Faye grinned, her expression softening as she leaned in to pinch my cheek affectionately. We slipped back into our usual rhythm, exchanging playful whispers and flirty touches, the earlier tension forgotten as we lost ourselves in each other’s company.

We were on our way to South Korea, the next stop on our Asia tour. It felt surreal to be the first GL couple to perform there—a milestone not just for us, but for the entire community we represent. This opportunity was more than just another show; it was a gateway, a beacon of hope for future generations. It signaled that, slowly but surely, some countries were beginning to open their doors to artists like us, to those who belong to the LGBTQ+ community.

I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride. The world was changing, evolving, and it made me happy to be part of that change. Like so many others, I just wanted to spread happiness and positivity through the platform I had been given.

"You look so pretty in those glasses," Faye said, breaking through my thoughts with a smile. I couldn't help but giggle at her sudden compliment. I was used to getting compliments from others, but when they came from her, they always felt different—more meaningful, more special. It was a unique kind of happiness, one that only she could give me.

We continued chatting, lost in our own world, not paying much attention to the bustle around us as we waited for our flight to be called. We took selfies together, capturing the moment, knowing that these photos would find a home in my private Instagram account, a little corner of the internet where I stored every memory we made together.

Our relationship was private, carefully concealed from the public eye, but it wasn’t a secret. We were protecting something precious, something that was ours alone. And as we sat there, side by side, I felt grateful for every stolen moment we shared, every laugh, every whisper that belonged only to us.

"Love~~," I cooed, feeling a bit tired and bored of waiting. Luckily, I had the perfect distraction—my girlfriend. HEHEHE.

"Hmm?" Faye hummed, her hand sensually rubbing my sides while her eyes stayed glued to her phone. "Is my baby hungry?" She asked giving me her full attention now.

She knew exactly what I was after.

"Oummn. I want something soft," I replied, my tone laced with mischief. Though I was thinking of dumplings or buns, my gaze drifted to her ‘buns,’ making her eyes widen in alarm as she quickly glanced around.