(Y/n)'s POV
I kept a firm grip on the male's hand, struggling to pull him towards the filming site. These idols really weren't very enthusiastic about taking on other jobs, were they? I kicked him in the leg, making him immediately straighten up before the director.
"So is this the actor?" he asked.
"Yep."
"Great. You'll only be filling in for a minor role so there won't be much to do. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Jason Blackwing."
"I'm Nikaido Yamato. It's a pleasure to work with you."
"Thank you for coming in. We won't be filming today because we're still setting up the props but you're welcome to look around."
"Alright, thanks."
The director inclined his head towards us before tending to his other duties. Yamato's eyes wandered over the numerous staff busily working on perfecting the stage.
Everyone was so caught up in their tasks that we went by without so much as a single greeting. I wondered if this was how mother spent most of her time: traversing the area whilst waiting to go on.
"Right, let me escort you to your fanmeet."
"I can head there by myself," Yamato replied.
"I'm still working as your assistant manager, you know."
"You don't have any other work today?"
"No, I'm following you guys around for the whole day."
"Let's go."
We made our way to the station in peaceful silence, experiencing no disturbance from any fans recognising our hidden identities. The bus had a scarce number of people aboard, allowing us to delve into a mild sense of calmness.
It would take at least half an hour to arrive. Yamato handed me an earphone, and so we listened to music for the duration of the ride. A large man followed us off the bus, instigating a subtle fear within our minds.
"Oi (Y/n)," whispered Yamato.
"Yeah, I know. Just keep on walking."
I stuffed my hands into my pockets as Yamato stepped an inch closer. Our feet hurried slightly, almost to a slow jog. The man suddenly ran past us, a pistol visible in his right hand.
"Oi, stop you bastard!"
Two policemen pushed ahead, knocking Yamato into me, hurriedly apologising for the inconvenience. We simultaneously let out a sigh of relief, feeling the sensation rush over our bodies in immediate release.
"Let's hurry to the fanmeet venue."
"Yeah, we're gonna be late at this rate," said Yamato.
"Race you there?"
"What are we? Children?"
"Last one there has to do the other's bidding for a week!"
I left him behind as he yelled my name, annoyed by my unexpected head start. He was closing the distance between our bodies. I urged my legs to run faster. If there was one thing I could do better than fighting head on, it was running.
The venue came into view not long after I began to tire. Sogo waved with a smile appearing on his face. I grasped his hand, leaning over to catch my breath.
"I-I'm first!"
"You cheated!" Yamato exclaimed.
"Who said? I just used the situation to my advantage. Anyway, I'm puffed out. Let me catch my breath."
I let go of Sogo's hand, not realising I still had it clenched tightly in my grasp. The green-haired male simply sighed in defeat. Sogo gently gestured for us to follow him inside. The screams of the fans could be heard even from the entrance.
We traversed the uninhabited hallways until a large arena-like foyer came into view. The sparkling chandeliers glittered like stars amongst a night sky, various IDOLiSH7 posters embellishing the smooth walls.
We remained unnoticed by the myriad of people waiting eagerly for their idols' appearance. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around my body from behind. His breath tickled my neck, his warmth a constant reminder of his presence.
"Hey, you should learn how to separate work from personal-"
"But you're both. There's no reason to separate them," Iori said softly.
"Come on, you're a professional."
"I know, and so are you. I won't go overboard."
A smile pulled at the corners of my lips. Tsumugi suddenly gestured for the boys to get ready. I felt Iori's presence leave yet his warmth still lingered like the burning image of a fiery sunset.
"Hey everyone, sorry for keeping you waiting!" Riku greeted.
"Riku-kun!"
"Ne everyone, wanna try calling him Rikkun? It'd make him super embarrassed," said Tamaki.
"H-hey! Don't-"
"Rikkun, we love you!"
"...not cool, Tamaki."
"But you're secretly loving it, aren't you?" Mitsuki asked, smirking.
Tsumugi and I exchanged grins as the members happily conversed amongst themselves, keeping the audience engaged with practised ease. They'd continue to rise from here on out.
A sudden uproar overwhelmed the area as the cheers grew louder and louder. I quickly checked the screen and saw a familiar mop of hair. Re:vale appeared and greeted the fans of their fellow idols.
"Yo, you guys have a lot of fans," Momo commented.
"Momo! Look over here!"
"Yuki! I love you!"
I looked over at Tsumugi, who seemed just as confused as I was. Re:vale's manager came into the room, greeting the various staff who inclined their heads in a small bow.
"Sorry about them. They insisted we come here. I should've been more stern," he apologised with a deep bow.
"Don't worry, sir. This'll work well in our favour and yours. Please don't blame them. You don't mind if this is broadcasted, do you?"
"Do you have connections with the TV stations?"
"Yes, forgive me for saying this, but who do you think I am? I have connections."
"*smiles* Of course. Anyway, congratulations on the job with the director."
"Thank you."
We turned our heads towards the screens, watching as IDOLiSH7 and Re:vale signed CDS, posters and the like for their fans, casually striking up a quick conversation.
They didn't have any work after this. Perhaps there was enough time for a mini concert, an impromptu concert. I looked at Tsumugi, feeling a smirk tug at my mouth as the idea situated in my mind.
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