Pon couldn't shake off the feeling that things had shifted between him and Sailub. It wasn't anything overt, but he sensed a subtle change in the air as they navigated their busy schedules filled with rehearsals and public events. As much as he tried to focus on his work, he found his thoughts often drifting to Sailub—what he was doing, who he was with, and how he was feeling.
He caught himself stealing glances at Sailub during rehearsals, watching how the alpha interacted with the crew and their friends. It was hard not to notice how he and Nut seemed to share more than just casual camaraderie; there was a familiar ease between them, a chemistry that made Pon's stomach churn with jealousy. He hated feeling this way, especially since he knew it stemmed from that damn video.
Every time Sailub and Nut exchanged a look, Pon felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut. It was irrational, he told himself, but he couldn't help it. The video haunted him, lurking at the back of his mind like a shadow, and he had spent sleepless nights trying to trace the message's origin, only to hit dead ends.
With the events piling up and rehearsals taking their toll, Pon began to feel the weight of their relationship pressing down on him. The lack of quality time with Sailub stung more than he expected. He missed their mornings filled with laughter and warmth, their late-night talks, and the way Sailub made him feel cherished and secure. But now, he found himself on the outside, watching as the alpha shared moments with others, and it was slowly driving him insane.
To make matters worse, there was another issue looming over him: the executives had decided to address his omega status publicly. The board had convened to discuss how they would reveal this new chapter of his life, and the anxiety of it all settled heavily on his shoulders. His manager had set up a meeting with the executives to outline the approach they wanted to take, and Pon felt trapped in a whirlwind of emotions.
The thought of facing the public as a newly recognized omega was overwhelming. He knew the implications—how it would change the narrative around him, how the media would dissect every detail, and how the fans would react. But there was no escaping it now; the decision had been made.
As he sat in his manager's office, surrounded by the executives who would soon be part of this significant shift in his life, Pon felt small and vulnerable. He fidgeted in his seat, wishing he could just disappear.
"Pon," his manager called, drawing him out of his thoughts. "We need to discuss how to present this to the public. It's essential that we handle it delicately."
"Right," Pon replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you have in mind?"
One of the executives spoke up. "We believe a press conference is necessary, along with a written statement. This way, you can control the narrative and clarify any misconceptions."
"Control the narrative," Pon repeated, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over him. "But what if they twist my words?"
"We'll be prepared for that," his manager assured him, leaning forward. "We'll have a PR team ready to handle any backlash and ensure your voice is heard. But we need to make this announcement soon, especially considering the rising interest in your personal life."
Pon nodded, trying to process everything. "And Sailub? Shouldn't he be part of this?"
The executives exchanged glances. "We believe it's crucial for Sailub to support you, but we need to maintain a clear focus on your status. The public will likely be interested in his role, and we want to avoid turning it into a spectacle about the two of you."
Pon felt a pang of disappointment at the suggestion. He wanted Sailub by his side during this moment, but he also understood the reasoning. "Okay," he said finally. "I just... I want to make sure this is handled well."
