As the lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into cheers, the cast took the stage one by one, waving excitedly at the sea of fans from different parts of the world. It was a special fan meet, the first time they were able to greet international fans in person, and every member was thrilled to be there. But what really had the audience on the edge of their seats was the sudden, playful banter between Pon and Pavel.
The music shifted to an upbeat tune, and the dancers of the group—Pon, Pavel, Topten, and Garfield—lined up at the center of the stage. As the beat dropped, they began to move, falling into sync effortlessly. Each step and sway of their hips elicited excited screams from the crowd, the energy in the hall crackling with enthusiasm.
Pavel, ever the show-off, grinned mischievously as he caught sight of Pon's radiant smile. He leaned closer, whispering something into Pon's ear that made the smaller omega giggle before they both broke into more playful, animated moves. The moment Pon started to sway his hips in time with Pavel, the fans went wild.
"That's it! Show them what you've got!" Pavel teased, flipping his hair dramatically before tugging at the edge of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his toned abs. The fans roared, and Pavel shot them a wink. He pointed at Pon, urging him to do the same, but the omega shook his head bashfully, trying to resist.
"No way, Pavel!" Pon laughed, his voice barely audible over the screams. But, as if enchanted by the excitement in the air, he twirled, his movements fluid and graceful. Each spin caused the loose-fitting top the staff had given him to shift slightly, the hem lifting just enough to expose the delicate curve of his waist and a teasing hint of skin.
That was all it took for the fans to lose their minds.
In the front row, Sailub watched with a clenched jaw, his eyes locked onto Pon's every move. His chest tightened every time the omega's outfit revealed more than it should have, but his heart softened at the sight of Pon's joy. The sound of his laughter, the brightness of his eyes as he danced alongside Pavel—his mate looked beautiful, carefree, and utterly breathtaking.
But that didn't stop the jealous flare that burned through him.
Damn you, Pavel, Sailub thought, his expression a mix of awe and mild irritation. Pavel's antics were fun, but the way he was trying to get Pon to expose more skin was driving him—and apparently, Pooh—crazy.
"Pavel, put a shirt on!" Pooh's voice echoed from behind Sailub, sounding half-joking, half-serious. The eldest brother had his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed in exasperation as Pavel flashed another teasing smile and lifted his shirt even higher.
Benz, standing beside them, burst into laughter. "Oh, come on! Let the kids have their fun!" He leaned in, winking at Sailub. "They're killing it up there. Look at the fans—they're eating it up!"
Sailub only sighed, his gaze darting back to Pon, who was now following Pavel's lead with a shy grin, swaying his hips as he turned his back to the crowd. The cheers were deafening as Pavel gestured dramatically, drawing attention to Pon's slender figure. Each small, hesitant sway of Pon's hips had the fans squealing in delight.
"Pavel, stop making him do that!" Sailub muttered under his breath, his hand twitching as if he was tempted to march up there and pull Pon away. But before he could move, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Relax," Benz teased, his voice light. "Your omega's just having fun. Look, he's laughing. You can't tell me you're not proud seeing him like this."
"I am," Sailub admitted, the words grudging but sincere. "But—"
"—He's showing too much skin, right?" Benz finished for him, grinning. "Just like Pooh over there is having a meltdown because his mate is doing the exact same thing."
