Golden (rewrite)

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Lanette covered his gaping mouth as he watch the morning news. You're sleeping on his lap, completely exhausted. His other free hand rhythmically stroked your head.

On his television, Caecilius latest Squeaker posts made news headlines.

He posted compilations of him burning posters of Lanette, destroying it in a blender, letting his guard dogs rip it to shreds... this act of aggression doesn't really faze Lanette as he has seen things that are much worse than this.

Much, much worse than this.

However, it infuriated and shocked him to no end that he caught glimpses of photos including your face stuck to the walls of his home. Red, doodle hearts are drawn around your head. This wasn't supposed to happen, now he has to keep Caecilius away from you!

The problem is, you kept on encouraging Caecilius to grow his obsession for you by being nice to him.

Ugh! You're just so stubborn! Why can't you listen to him for once!? This would have been prevented if you listened to his advice not to interract with the blond.

The long haired celebrity shook his head and rolled his eyes before gently pulling the soft blanket up to your shoulders. He then caresses it with his thumb.

He watched on, it looks like the majority of his fans weren't happy with this sudden shift. Lanette predicts that there will be a drastic drop in his popularity and fanbase. Coupled with Lanette's own loyal fans, he's going to receive a ton of death threats over his brash actions.

However, knowing how the public works... he would probably gain even more followers and degenerate fans that supports his obsession of you... depending on how determined he is to get you.

Lanette prays that this will be a passing crush, he prays that Caecilius would end up losing interest in you and quickly proceed to the standard process of public redemption: post a 'sincere' apology video/image, deactivate all his social media accounts until this matter has been forgotten and finally, never bother you again.

There is nothing Lanette could do now except creating another restraining order and ignore him. Lanette will do that later once the law firms are open for business, it's too early in the morning for him to go to one.

Not wanting to watch the footage of his pictures getting brutally damaged by his rival, Lanette quickly switched channels.

Just in time. You woke up, groggily asking Lanette what happened, you claimed that you heard someone mentioning your name.

"Oh, it's nothing, my love. I'm was just watching a documentary about the famous Violist, Niccolò Paganini." You spared a glance before closing your eyes again.

"That's boring..." you slurred before drifting back to sleep.

Lanette scoffed before pecking you on the temple.

"How typical of you."

—

You didn't know how to react. You stared at it in pure shock as Lanette handled the situation for you.

A truck came by to unload Caecilius's romantic gifts for you. Chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals, expensive, designer sport shoes, gadgets, letters, gift cards— other items that you weren't able to identify before Lanette told you to stay away from it came pouring out.

Lanette has dealt with this numerous times before, so he claimed that he knows what to do. He's talking to the team who sent this here, they all seem so starstruck.

While he's distracted, you took the opportunity to take a peek of what else he sent. Although you don't return his feelings, you're curious about the things he gave.

"Damn! These are the shoes that I always wanted! Ha ha!" You grinned as you inspect the box, you heard that these are great when it comes to breakdancing.

Though, you wonder how did Caecilius manage to prepare all of these for you in a few hours. He must have spent a fortune for these.

You glanced back at Lanette, good. He's still talking.

You knew that he wouldn't let you accept any of Caecilius's gifts, so you had to secretly keep the pair of breakdancing shoes from him.

You quietly hid the box in a bush. You'll come out and retrieve it later, right now you want to see what else did he give you.

"(Y/n)!" Lanette yelled from behind, soon you were jerked back to him.

"Hey! What's the big deal? I was just looking!" You argued. Lanette shook his head.

"No, (y/n). You'll never know what you'll receive. Someone sent me a box of live, angry wasps before, intending to harm me." Lanette crossed his arms.

"...what?" You looked at him incredulously.

"Yes. That is why I hire a specialized team to process all my fanmails. The mentioned package was traced down to an... extremist. She was sued and thrown into jail as punishment for commiting acts of terrorism." Lanette explained to you, dragging you away from the mountain of gifts.

"I don't know how that pest's gifts escaped that process! Any mail should be channeled through them, how did he manage to find my home address!? Ugh, I... I don't even know anymore." He tiredly lead you away from the truck as the people who sent it here began to painstakingly put the gifts back into the vehicle.

Lanette's bodyguards stood there, making sure that no one tried to do anything 'funny'.

As you walk away, you eyed the bush where you hid your breakdancing shoes in. Hoping that they wouldn't take it away.

Then, you caught a glance of Blibin picking the box out from the bush. You frowned, thinking that he's going to return to the truck—

But no, he showed you 'finger guns' before hiding the shoebox behind his back. You grinned, he's a good guy.

Little did you or Blibin know, that footwear has a small tracking device stuck to it. If you were to wear it, Caecilius would know where you are at all times.

Blibin better not let Lanette find out about this or else he's going to say goodbye to his job.