𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

I'll never let you go - Dealor

As soon as the stage door opened, girls have swarmed over the boys that are walking towards the limo. Dozens of screaming women are pitting against each other just to get a glimpse of any Queen.

But especially to get a glimpse of the one and only Roger Taylor.

Freddie and Brian walked hastily towards the limo while John was pushed aside by some of the fans that are hungry for even a smile from the drummer.

"Fuck this!" The bassist mumbled as he tried to regain his composure, frowning as he walked towards the waiting car where the other two are waiting.

"Bad night?" Brian commented, probably noticing the younger man's dark aura and angry sighs as he scooted over to give him room to sit.

"Yeah, you could say that." He huffed and groaned, looking at the car window to past the time.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm here. I'm here." Roger panted after he ran away from the girls and the door was immediately shut to drive towards their hotel.

John glued his eyes on the roads outside. He noticed the blonde staring at him but his lips were still in a frown and he restrained himself from looking back at him, despite feeling his hot gaze from his peripheral vision.

"John?" The drummer finally spoke up. He shook the brown-haired lad's arm but he was treating him as if he was invisible.

"Speak to me." He whispered, shaking him again and John let out an irritated sigh.

"What?" He snapped which made the blonde jump slightly from his seat.

"I love you." Roger said and gave him a charming smile, but the bassist wasn't having any of it. He rolled his eyes and went back to looking at whatever it was outside.

"Don't you love me anymore?" The blonde bloke leaned towards John and looked at him with puppy eyes. He even pouted his lips to catch the attention of his lover but he received no response.

John sighed heavily then glanced at the other two who seemed to have fallen into a deep conversation before he turned towards his boyfriend of six months who seemed to have had a sad look plastered on his face.

"I do." He started and Roger's face lit up. "But I don't know what to feel right now, especially with all those women basically throwing themselves at you. It makes me..."

"Jealous?" The drummer said, smirking as he continued what John would have said. "Yeah." His boyfriend replied, sighing in defeat as he doesn't know what will happen after his admission.

"Why?" He continued to probe the bassist and he looked down, seemingly embarrassed to tell him why.

"I don't think I'm as good enough as those people who are chasing over you. And I don't want to one day to know that you don't want me anymore."

Roger was obviously shocked by his revelation. He never would've wanted his lover to feel this way.

"John, babe. Look at me." He placed a finger under his chin and turned his face towards him.

"You are the most amazing person that I have ever met in my entire life. I'll never, ever leave you for someone who's just in it for a quick one night stand." The bassist's lips curled into a smile as he listened to the words coming out of his boyfriend's mouth.

"Don't ever doubt yourself because you are perfect. You'll always be the perfect partner in my eyes." He smiled back and leaned over to kiss the young man's soft lips.

He felt John's tears against his cheeks and he pulled away. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe how much you love me."

"I love you so much, John. And I'll never let you go. I promise." He pulled his face closer to his and sealed his promise with a kiss.

Nothing could tear them apart, the blonde drummer thought, not even the girls that are flashing their soggy chest at him.