Baby, Don't Tease

I am delusional, are you? This is for our delulu world babe 

Thus, this one was born. Who knows who else got 'pregnant' last night. Wahahahahaha

Let me post this before Khaotung's event started. Who know's what else will be revealed  or what crazy stuff will happen today.

Enjoy!!!

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As Khaotung entered the hotel room the organizers book for him for his fan meeting in Chongqing, the exhaustion from a day filled with airport chaos, briefings, and a lengthy dinner with the organizers finally hit him. Dropping his bag on the floor, he kicked off his shoes and let his body sink into the soft embrace of the bed. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he reached for his phone, the device lighting up with a flurry of notifications.

Scrolling through the buzzing updates, his thumb paused on a pop-up from the official pages of First's fan meeting. He opened the post, his eyes widening as he took in the image displayed on the screen.

First looked dashing. The camera had perfectly captured his alluring confidence in his poses, his forehead exposed beneath neatly styled hair, a sleek leather jacket framing his sharp features. The outfit, combined with his smoldering gaze, exuded a charisma that left Khaotung momentarily speechless.

"Damn..." he murmured, his jaw slack. A rush of admiration—and desire—spread through his chest. He loved this look so damn much.

Without hesitation, he opened their DM thread, the one that held countless exchanged messages. He knew First was likely still busy and wouldn't see it anytime soon, but that didn't stop him from typing out a message, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he grinned at his screen:

"Damn! You look so fucking hot! I could kiss your stylist for making you look so irresistible. Seriously, you're killing me here."

Satisfied with his playful compliment, Khaotung hit send and flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a smile. Despite the distance, he couldn't help but feel a warm connection as he imagined First reading the message later and blushing like crazy.

Khaotung found himself unable to resist picking up his phone again. The notifications hadn't stopped, and curiosity tugged at him. At the same time, he wanted to know what's been going on at the event.

Opening his feed, he scrolled through countless posts from fans who had attended the event, each one filled with excitement and admiration.

One post in particular caught his eye—a fan had uploaded a picture of a notebook, the one used for the infamous Q&A segment. He zoomed in to read the scrawled responses, his heart skipping a beat at the words.

Under the questions post with the similar question, "Who is Khaotung to First" and he responded with checking all options.

"Soulmate"

"Lover"

"Person to stay together forever"

"Soulmate"

"Shoulder to cry on"

"A family"

"More than Love"

All in Life"

Literally saying to the world, his everything.

"Ai'First!" Khaotung exclaimed, his voice bouncing off the walls of the empty room. He flopped back onto the bed, phone clutched to his chest as warmth spread from his cheeks to the tips of his toes.