Ghostships

Disclaimer
     The characters used here belongs to the author of the novel The TwoMoons.

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     “So,the thing is,” their manager P' Jane said, after gathering the cast of 2moons in their practice room and clearing her throat for two minutes or so. 

     “This order just came down from the head management,” she went on, the set of her shoulders and the tone of voice giving her the air of a woman declaring her own impending doom. “You guys need to start doing more fan service. Like, not your original pairings but you know.. ghostships pairings. And... yes.” She cleared her throat again. “The fans would love it more and it will be a good promotion for the upcoming series.”

     Gxxod was the first to make a sound, letting out a bark of surprised laughter, eyes going wide. Nobody else laughed.

     Kimmon was the first to speak, flipping his hair back with a gleam of predatory confidence. “Oh, I am on this like a fat kid on cake,” he said, and glanced across the table to where Bas was not-so-subtly trying to hide himself behind Copter's shoulder.

     “So, we, um,” Bas got out a few words, then made a vague series of hand gestures. “We have to—” he made more gestures, his cheeks flushing red the whole time. “Like that? With each other?”

     “The details are up to you guys as a group,” their manager said, backing away towards the door. “Feel free to discuss it amongst yourselves. And never with me. Ever. Please.” She put a hand on the doorknob, twisting it frantically. “Right, so, get plenty of sleep. You have a fansign at eight in the morning.”

     And with that reminder, the older woman escaped out of the room, leaving the six of them alone.

     Gxxod crossed his arms, feeling self conscious. “I thought our image was about our acting and chemistry between original pairing. This feels weird.”

     “Grow up, Gxxod, this is for our fans,” Tee shot back, and then sniffed in a superior way. “Besides, you're just worried you're gonna lose to me in internet-searches again.”

     “That was only once—” Gxxod protested, voice already rising.

     “Um, P's...” Bas said, making his usual feeble attempt to diffuse one of Gxxod and Tee's arguments before it escalated into yet another screaming match. He didn't seem to realize that half the time they were competing just to see how fast they could make him curl up on the floor in a fetal position. Bas kept a tally for them inside one of his school binders.

     “Gxxod,” Tae murmured suddenly, leaning into Gxxod's left side, a warm bulk in a soft white sweater. Gxxod slid sideways in the opposite direction, just an inch. “You don't have to if you don't want to,” Tae put a comforting hand on Gxxod's shoulder, his brown eyes with their impossibly long lashes just a few hands' breadths away. “It is kind of weird for some guys.”