Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

A Letter and a Ticket

I stared down at the pieces of paper that had been handed to me. A ticket and a letter. A plane ticket going to America and a letter from an American record label.

"What. The. Actual hell is this?" I mutter to myself.

The record label wrote that they wanted me to be one of their artists. Apparently they had gotten word from one of their other artists that I was an amazing singer and that I wrote my own music. A combo that is 'hard to come by' as written in the letter. The plane ticket was for first class, departing tomorrow at 12pm. It's almost like they were making me go, no matter what I decided on doing.

Fuuto came into the living room, plopping on the couch beside me and flicking through tv channels. He didn't seem to notice the state of shock I was currently in, nor did he see the plane ticket and letter.

"So, Babe, what are we going to do tonight?" He asks me, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Ummm..." I think over the whole thing quickly, easily finding an answer. "I'm packing tonight"

At this he turns off the tv and spins around to face me. His face looked panicked, like he thought I was leaving the house for good. He kept quiet, allowing me to explain.

"A record label in America wants me to work for them, my flight leaves tomorrow at 12"

"You're moving to America?" He asks me, the panic turning to hurt.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing yet. I'm just going out to meet them and talk about a few things. I promise I'm coming back"

"If you're leaving tomorrow then that means we have to spend as much time as possible with each other until then," he announces.

"I literally just said I needed to pack"

"Then I'll help you pack, anything that increases our time together"

I sigh and head up towards my room, Fuuto following very closely behind me. When we make it to my room I got out my suitcase while Fuuto looked through my closet, picking things out.

"What are you doing?" I ask after watching him pick out the 5th pair of jeans.

"I'm making sure you don't wear anything too revealing without me there, I don't want anyone stealing you from me while you're out of the country"

"You do realize I have a say in who I go out with right? That's why I chose you and didn't run off with some other dude. If someone was going to walk up to me and ask me out I'd say no, because I have you"

"No v-necks," he states, completely ignoring what I just said.

I sigh and sit on my bed, letting Fuuto pick out my wardrobe for my trip to America. He got through my closet pretty quickly then went to my dresser where my underwear, bathing suits and pyjamas were stored.

I stand up and stop him. "I think I can take it from here"

"Ok, but hurry up, I want to spend some alone time with you"

I roll my eyes and dig through my dresser drawers, grabbing what I'd need and tossing it into my suitcase.

The rest of the night was spent with Fuuto, cuddling and kissing, watching cheesy romance movies, eating snacks and pizza. It went by fast, leading me to the airport with Fuuto kissing me goodbye.

"I'll miss you," he says after pecking my lips.

"I'll only be gone for a couple days and technology is here for a reason"

"It's not the same as holding you in person though," he whispers in my ear while hugging me.

"Stop rehearsing lines and let me get on my plane, I'm going to be late"

"See you later," he tells me before I walk towards the gate.

"See you in a couple days," I tell him.

I found my seat on the plane, enjoying the first class seating. I had so much space my legs didn't touch the seat in front of mine like they usually did. I was relaxing, waiting for the plane to take off, when someone sat in the seat beside me. I ignored them, thinking they were only another passenger.

"You ready to see the United States Of America?" The voice of the person sitting beside me asks.

I turn to look at them with a smile, which drops when I see who it was. "Jackson? I thought you had a tour to do?"

"It's over and instead of taking my private jet I thought I'd give you some company"

"I'm perfectly fine flying on my own. I'm not scared of planes or anything if that's what you were hoping"

He looks at me, faking an offended look. "I would not do such a thing. I only came because I wanted to get to know you better"

"Well I'm going to be watching a movie the entire flight so if you want to talk, talk to yourself"

"C'mon, why does it feel like you think I'm just a guy who wants to get with you?"

I ignore him, putting in my headphones and starting the movie.

"Fine, I guess we'll just talk on the 3 hour drive when we get off the plane and head to the studio"

My eyes widen in shock as he sits back, going to sleep.