Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

Importance

I stood in the crowd of screaming girls, watching my boyfriend dance around the stage. He was singing the newest song I wrote for him. He looked happy, energetic, all fake emotions. I knew the truth behind that fake pop star smile.

"Thanks for coming out, that's it for tonight!" Fuuto says before bowing and running backstage.

The crowd started dispersing and I nudged my way towards backstage. I found Fuuto's dressing room and walked inside, trying not to be seen by the fan girls trying to get backstage, I'd be ripped apart if they knew about me.

"You were awesome, Fuuto"

"I know, I always am," he says from his chair. "But I think I deserve a kiss for a good job"

"You aren't finished yet, you still have that audition for the movie later on tonight"

"Great, now my mood's ruined," he mutters, standing up and walking towards me. "You'll pay for that"

I back up, trying to keep the distance between us, but my back hits the wall. He places his hands on my hips and leans closer to me.

"Fuuto, I think you should go greet some of the fan girls outside, they didn't look too patient," I tell him.

He groans. "They can wait"

He pushes his lips against mine, running one of his hands through my hair and circling the other around my waist. My hands made their way to his chest as I kissed back. When I run out of breath I push him away, ignoring the look of lust in his eyes.

"Go greet those poor girls, you better take pictures with them for making them wait so long"

He sighs. "Fine, but we're continuing this after"

He walks out the door, throwing on his famous smile before greeting the ladies. I sit in the chair, taking out my phone and scrolling through my missed calls. There was one from a long distance number, most likely from America, then there was another from the movie studio.

"Hello?" Someone says when I call back.

"Hi, this is Mai, what were you calling for?"

"Oh, we tried getting a hold of you earlier to tell you that Fuuto's audition will be at 6. We tried calling his manager but whoever answered gave us your name and number"

"Ok, I'll tell him"

"Thank you, have a nice day"

I hang up and put my phone on the table in front of me. I stare down at my crossed legs, drifting off into space, thinking about the next songs I would write for him. There was one about jealousy. It wasn't turning out very good because I couldn't get any jealous thoughts into my head which was surprising since there are thousands of girls who love him. There was another one about moving onto bigger things, meant to hint towards his movies and other things he did.

"I stand in the distance, watching that smile on your face. How do I make you smile like that for me? They say you're no good, a troublemaker, I say you're perfect, my missing puzzle piece," I sing quickly, trying to match it to a beat I had in my head. I bury my head in my hands in frustration. "Ugh! That makes no sense!"

Two hands meet my shoulders and I jump off of the chair, hitting the table in my haste to turn around and see who was there. Fuuto stood behind the now fallen chair, his hands up slightly in surrender.

"I never knew you could sing," he says, lowering his hands.

"I don't like singing, especially in public. I only do it when I'm extremely stuck on a song"

"Well you have a beautiful voice"

I scoff. "Stop trying to be the 'perfect boyfriend'. What happened to the old Fuuto?"

He comes closer to me, blocking me in by placing his arms on either side of me against the table. He smirks, leaning closer to me as I lean back as far as I could.

"Why do you always do this?" I ask him.

"Do what? I just want to be close to my princess"

"Stop calling me your princess, it's so cheesy, I hate it," I say, looking away to hide the slight blush on my cheeks.

He guides my face back to his with a finger hooked underneath my chin. "But I already told you this, you're my princess"

The blush deepens and he pulls away, laughing. I growl and storm out of the room, having had enough of his attitude. He runs to catch up to me, meeting me just as I step into the limo. He slides in beside me and tosses an arm around my shoulders.

"What's next?"

"You have that audition for the movie, they rescheduled it for 6"

I look out the window and Fuuto removes his arm from my shoulder, hugging me from the side and burying his head in my neck. I turn so he was hugging me from the back and lean into his body, accepting the warmth. I always found this comforting, no matter how annoyed I was at him.

"Do you think you'll get it?" I ask him.

"Well, the directors seem to like me so I have a chance," he mumbles into my neck. "I think I'd do even better if I had a good luck kiss"

I pull away from him and face him. I peck his lips but he grabs the back of my neck, making our lips meet again, this time more passionately. I breathe in from the shock but accept it.

"You're so weird"

"But you love me"

I roll my eyes. "Tell me how it goes"

"I'll be thinking of you"

"Think of the movie, I'm not important right now"

He pecks my lips once more then whispers against my lips. "You're always important"