Behind the Curtains: A Tale of Hidden Emotions

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Taking on project after project has been both overwhelming and exciting, not to mention exhausting. Our fans never cease to amaze us with their unwavering support and infectious enthusiasm.

I want so badly to give back for everything they’ve done for us, but I’m still figuring out the best way to do it.

After yesterday’s live, I knew exactly what to expect after that little slip-up. And I wasn’t wrong.

I’ve seen countless video clips of us—most of them capturing our playful, naughty moments, or just the two of us being ourselves.

Then there was the one clip that recorded me saying “I love you” to Faye, without realizing my mic was still on.

I’m not sure how to feel about it, honestly. On one hand, I’m happy that we’re slowly stepping out of our shell, but I can’t help feeling a bit worried about what might happen if our relationship is officially revealed.

I’m not naive; I know that things might change, especially since we have an agreement with our higher-ups to stay lowkey.

But regardless of what the bashers might say or the false speculations others might create, as long as Faye and I know what we have, are happy with it, and aren’t hurting anyone, that’s all that matters to me.

As I’ve said before, I’m willing to make any adjustments for the person I love. That will never change.

Today is another rest day, and I’ve been thinking of things to do to pass the time. I’ve already caught up on sleep, finished my schoolwork, and indulged in my hobbies. Now, I’m at a loss for what else to do.

I’m rummaging through my mind for possible activities when my phone beeps.

Love🥧:
What’s my baby up to, hmm?

A smile immediately spreads across my face as I read her message.

I think I know exactly what I want to do now.

Me:
Nothing much. I’m so bored here, love 🥺

Not even a minute passes before my phone beeps again with her reply.

Love🥧:
Want to go shopping?

Me:
But I’m broke, ka. I’ve spent all my money.

Of course, it was just a joke. I wanted to see how she’d react.

Love🥧:
You don’t have to worry about that, baby. I’ve got you covered. I’m not your wife for nothing.

A wide, satisfied grin spread across my face as I read her message.

I wish I could screenshot this and shout to the world that Faye is mine and mine alone. I’m her wife! Me, and no one else!

Me:
I was just joking, love. We can go shopping; I’m not that broke.

I was about to put my phone down and start getting ready when another message came through.

Love🥧:
Well, I’m not joking. You’re my baby, and I want to spoil you as much as possible. You can’t stop me from doing that.

I shook my head, smiling like a madwoman, feeling the entire zoo of butterflies fluttering inside me. Faye’s love language has always been physical touch and acts of service, but whenever she gives me words of affirmation, it just hits differently.

She must have remembered my comment from yesterday about wanting both, and she delivered. What a green flag. She’s really a walking forest, and I’m so lucky to have her.

Me:
Okay. Just give me an hour to get ready. I love you.

Love🥧:
Okay. I’ll pick you up later. I love you more. 💋