Pon scrolled down, skimming through the comments with a sinking feeling. While some fans were supportive, others seemed harsh, accusing him of overstepping Sailub's boundaries. "He should know better. He's an idol; it's all about respect." Another comment hit him harder:*"Pon used to be more careful. What's changed? Did the fame get to him?"
He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He had only meant to keep things lively and fun, but reading the harsh criticism made his chest tighten. He was supposed to be an idol, someone fans could look up to. His actions had clearly missed the mark, and he couldn't shake the ache growing in his heart.
Just then, warm arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back into a gentle embrace. Sailub's familiar scent surrounded him, easing some of his tension. "Ai'Noo, what are you reading?" Sailub's voice was soft, with a playful edge, as he placed light kisses along Pon's cheek.
Pon closed his eyes and leaned into Sailub's embrace, letting himself melt into the comfort of his presence. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting Sailub to worry or read into the negativity that was affecting him. "Nothing, Lung," he murmured, trying to keep his voice light. "Just some fan comments from the live."
"Mm," Sailub hummed against his cheek, tightening his arms around Pon. "Just remember, they don't know you like I do." Sailub's kisses were tender, as if sensing Pon's need for comfort without fully knowing why.
Pon's heart swelled with warmth, though a faint sting lingered. He silently promised himself to be more mindful next time, to make sure he respected Sailub's boundaries. But he didn't say any of this out loud, choosing instead to savor this quiet moment.
As they sat together, Sailub's arms wrapped around him, Pon felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would keep Sailub's comfort at the forefront, but for now, he let himself relax, grateful for Sailub's quiet strength and unwavering support.
Pon had been careful since that night, watching his actions with a more mindful eye, yet doing his best to keep his feelings hidden from Sailub. He didn't want Sailub worrying or thinking he had to change his own behavior because of a few fan comments. Pon was determined to handle it himself, subtly adapting, paying attention to boundaries, and keeping the energy fun without crossing any lines.
At the next fan meet, he was doing just that—chatting, smiling, and engaging with fans while Sailub stood close by. Sailub seemed unusually affectionate that day, staying right beside him, a hand often resting on his shoulder or at the small of his back, something that made Pon's heart race but also sent a spark of worry. He didn't want Sailub to notice his guardedness.
But then, Sailub reached over, suddenly pulling Pon close and holding up Pon's phone in front of them. "Ai'Noo, smile for me!" he said, his tone playful and soft, a warmth in his eyes that made Pon's breath catch.
Pon's face flushed as he processed what was happening, the camera flashing just as he blinked in surprise. His shocked expression made Sailub chuckle, and Pon quickly recovered, smiling just as Sailub took another photo. Pon didn't know how to feel—he was grateful for the attention, yet his mind went back to those comments, reminding himself to be cautious.
But then a fan called his name, snapping him back to the present. "Pon!" a young woman beamed at him from across the table, holding out a handmade gift. "I made this for you! I hope you like it."
Pon's face softened as he took the gift, a small, intricately folded paper flower in his favorite color. "Wow, this is beautiful! Thank you so much." He glanced at Sailub, who was smiling quietly, his gaze warm and proud.
The fan grinned back, and another fan nearby chimed in, "You two look so good together! You're so lucky to have each other!"
Pon felt his cheeks heat up, sneaking a glance at Sailub, who only grinned wider. Sailub slipped an arm around Pon, pulling him closer and murmuring, "I am lucky, aren't I?"
