be my next mistake // prinxiety

★ 1 : paparazzi ★

(a/n: just something i wanted to say is that it's really helpful if you vote on each chapter when you're done reading!! it lets me know that people are actually reading and it helps more people see the story lol <3)

*tw: panic attack*

"Virgil!"

"Have you found your special someone yet?"

"Love the new single!"

"Look here!"

There was a camera flash from every angle and Virgil's sunglasses couldn't keep him from the eye sore. He hated people screaming at him like they couldn't take turns. He really tried to answer the paparazzi's questions, but he couldn't hear them all properly.

He should have gotten used to it at that point in his career, but he hadn't.

Trembling, he called out, "I just need to get my ride home, everyone! Please give me some more space!"

If he didn't have people who would instantly rip him apart for being rude, he would have said a lot worse things.

Of course, nobody listened because barely anyone could hear over each others' yells. Those who could hear didn't care.

Some went as far as to touch him. Not just on the shoulder or his back or arm. He didn't feel any remorse shoving some of those people aside.

"Don't fucking touch me!" he exclaimed, starting to feel dizzy.

That was how Virgil passed out on the sidewalk.

~~~

Virgil rolled his eyes at the headlines made of the event. Even with all the positivity and support he got from sensible people who understood he was overwhelmed, there would always be a loud minority who could shit on him for breathing.

There were countless articles and YouTube videos about it, spreading awareness about celebrity personal space.

He got thousands of messages asking if he was okay, none of which he responded to unless they were friends or family.

In order to soothe the situation, he posted on his story a black screen with text that read:

i'm okay.

yesterday wasn't fun. i was feeling overwhelmed and none of them listened when i said i needed space because i just wanted to go home. i'm resting because i still have a huge headache.

thank you to those who are supportive. it really does mean a lot.

please don't touch me, or anyone at all like that without their permission. it feels like shit. i want to walk around knowing people respect my boundaries.

i'm going to take a nap. see you.

Later, when he woke up from his nap, he made some ramen and went bad into his bed. He put on his own music while he ate.

Maybe that was a tad bit narcissistic, but he really did like his new single that dropped just a few nights ago. It was titled, "not yours" in lowercase because he just needed everything to be lowercase. The song was about one of his past relationships where the other guy only wanted to be with him for fans.

The annoying part was that he could apply that to more than one relationship.

When he shoved ramen into his mouth, he settled on the fact that he would never love someone again. Shit sucked.