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“A drama offer for Nanase-san and me?”
Tsumugi nodded, a bright smile ever-present on her face. “Yes!”
Riku leaned over, trying to look at the documents in Tsumugi’s hands. “What’s it about?”
The beta shuffled through the stack of papers, pulling out what appeared to be a summary of the plot and reading off it. “It’s for an adaption of a novel. It’s quite a typical romance story between an alpha and omega, a singer-in-training and his future manager. They said they wanted to film this part first,” Tsumugi said, pointing at the parts highlighted in yellow.
Iori squinted, blinking in confusion as he tried to process the words. “A wedding?”
Nodding again, Tsumugi explained, “They were planning on using the wedding scene as the promotional video for the drama. It’ll include the scenes where the lead couple prepare for the wedding, from choosing a venue to fitting sessions and food tasting sessions.”
Riku hummed, looking at his boyfriend with a thoughtful expression. “Sounds interesting. I’ve never been the lead in a drama before,” the alpha commented.
“My main concern is if the staff find out that we’re actually a couple.”
“We’re pretty good at hiding it, I think,” Riku said, and Iori raised a brow at his partner. Riku seemed awfully invested in this drama already, and it was clear that he was gunning for Iori to accept the offer. He hadn’t gone as far as to use his alpha influence, at least, though Riku had never been the type to make Iori do anything that he didn’t want to.
The omega pursed his lips, his mind running through the possibility of the staff picking up on their relationship. The couple generally hid it well in public and around various filming crews, covering up with their constant bickering and Iori’s generally nonchalant attitude towards the alpha.
But this was a drama where they would be a couple, and Iori wasn’t sure if his inner omega would be able to hold back from showing too much affection towards Riku. Iori wasn’t going to pretend that his omega wasn’t extremely clingy; ever since they’d brought their relationship to a more physical level, Iori had been just that much needier. Physical affection was a norm, the couple always cuddling and scenting each other in their free time together.
They hadn’t mated yet, although they did spend heats and ruts together now, but hopefully it wouldn’t be too easy to tell that Iori and Riku were more than just two members of IDOLiSH7. Their scents could still easily be disguised. The worst that could happen was that they might have to stop scenting each other as often. It wasn’t too big a deal. And if they did get a little touchier than they needed to be, they could probably pass it off as them trying to get into character.
Iori was sure that he could at least control himself during filming hours, and Riku could, too.
“Okay. Why not?”
---
The first meeting with the director went relatively smoothly.
They ran through the script, the director giving them each a copy of the novel to read in their spare time. Iori doubted they would have spare time at all, considering that they had to memorise lines and rehearse in said spare time. It wasn’t as if they didn’t still have other schedules, and Iori was halfway through his degree studies, but they would manage. They always did.
The only thing that Iori thought felt a little off was when the director and scriptwriter prompted them for their opinions regarding many of the scenes – should the wedding be held in a church, should the food served be changed, what do you think of the setup? Riku seemed to go along with it well, the easy-going alpha offering his opinions when asked.
Iori had been hesitant at first. It was a little strange how much they were altering the script, because wasn’t the drama supposed to be directly adapted from the novel? But the scriptwriter assured him otherwise, telling the omega that it was more important for them to be comfortable with the set. He did mention that it wasn't meant to be a direct adaption, and that they always changed certain elements of a book to make the story more realistic.
So Iori ended up sharing his thoughts as well, basing suggestions off what he would have wanted for his own wedding. He wondered if he and Riku could get married anytime soon considering the fact that IDOLiSH7’s popularity was still on the rise. He couldn’t imagine how they could hide something like a wedding, not unless they flew overseas and held it there. They could also do away with a ceremony altogether, could opt to simply head down to the nearest district office and register their marriage.
Yeah, Iori wasn’t a big fan of that.
Since he was young, long before he presented, Iori had dreamt of having a wedding where he was surrounded by friends and family alike. And since he'd gotten together with Riku, he'd conjured up more than a few scenarios of getting married to the alpha. He’d hoped that it wouldn’t be too stressful, so only close friends would be invited, and the ceremony wouldn’t drag on for too long. The main purpose, after all, was to have his and his partner’s loved ones there, witness them exchange their vows.
Teatime would have been nice timing to hold the reception, since the Izumi family ran a bakery. Iori had always been attached to desserts, and Fonte Chocolat’s desserts were always top-notch. They could prepare some main dishes in case they got hungry, and they would just hang around outside to socialise or catch up with each other.
He didn’t particularly care about whether the wedding was held. Both a church and hotel were fine, although he did slightly dislike the idea of having a wedding in a hotel, where other guests would also be milling around the area. Neither he nor Riku were particularly religious, though. But a hotel was the easier option, especially since a hotel would be able to cater food.
Iori didn't know why he was thinking about this so deeply; it wasn't as if it was a real wedding, after all.
As for the decorations, he’d thought of plain ivory as a background, and when he was young, he’d been rather invested in reading about flower symbolisms. Roses were, of course, the norm to have in a wedding, although Iori had thought about peonies, sunflowers, tulips. He wasn't really into flower arrangements, so he wasn't sure how to begin coordinating those flowers to make them look like a proper bouquet. The director assured him that they had a flower arrangement specialist on their team, yet another element of the entire thing that Iori was a little more than suspicious about.
They ended the day with a detailed set of notes regarding the setup for the supposed wedding, and the couple left with the promise of meeting back again a week later. They were going to officially start filming by then, and the director wanted them to get as much of the script memorised as possible by then.
Tsumugi picked them up, as usual, and Riku yawned as he got into the car, buckling his seatbelt and dropping his head on Iori's shoulder. When they'd first met, Iori had only been a centimetre taller than Riku, yet now he was a whole three centimetres taller than the alpha. Riku had grumbled about it when he’d realised just how much taller Iori had grown, but he didn't hate it.
Iori chuckled, leaning his cheek against the side of Riku's head and linking his fingers through the alpha's. "I can't believe you're tired when I did most of the talking," Iori shook his head in amusement. Riku had hardly given any input at all, simply nodding and humming in agreement with Iori's suggestions, only speaking when prompted to. Iori didn't know whether to think that Riku simply hadn't ever thought of planning a wedding, or if he had no intentions of ever having one in the first place.
He sincerely hoped it wasn't the latter.
Apart from the occasional arguments, their relationship had been going relatively well, at least in Iori's opinion. He knew that getting married was just a status, that it didn't really matter as long as they eventually got mated and settled down, but he wanted to be Riku's in every way. Being married wasn't a necessity, and yet, it served as another way to show that he belonged to Riku.
As cheesy as it sounded, Iori wanted that for himself. Besides, he could recall when Riku had asked him about his thoughts on getting married, though it was long enough ago that he didn’t know when exactly that had been. They were still young and had only been together for over two years; maybe he thinks it’s still too soon.
It’d been a little over three years since they'd first met in that practice room, officially gotten together only about two years and a half ago. Iori had literally just turned twenty. He didn't know if he was just being impatient.
Riku hummed, playing with Iori's fingers. "You know I value your opinions more than my own," he defended, and Iori let out an exasperated sigh. He knew, of course he did, but sometimes Riku forgot that Iori also valued the alpha's opinions as much. Before he could voice his thoughts, Riku spoke up again. "Well, they did tell me to give my honest views during filming next week, so don't worry. I will."
With another soft sigh, Iori nodded. The first scene they were going to film was the suit-fitting, and if it wasn't for a show, Iori would be excited for it. It wasn't that they'd never seen each other in suits before; they saw each other in suits every other day. But when placed in a wedding setting... Iori didn't want to acknowledge the butterflies in his stomach.
It was only a show. He just had to remember that.
---
Riku shook Iori awake, apologising when Iori groaned in annoyance. A glance at the clock told him that it was barely six in the morning, and Iori cracked an eye open at Riku, wincing at the harshness of the corridor lights outside.
"It's still early..." Iori mumbled, and Riku smiled at his omega. Watching Iori wake up was always an experience that Riku enjoyed, especially since he usually woke up later than the other. At some point in time, the two had moved completely into Riku’s room. They’d already been sleeping together all the time, so moving into the same room was just a matter of time. The same went for Tamaki and Sougo, and Mitsuki had long ago started to sleep together with Nagi, albeit still sleeping in his own room at times.
As often as Iori woke up early, he had never been a morning person, and was always grouchy at best before he washed up. Riku thought it was absolutely adorable, and the occasional clinginess was an added bonus. "Why're you even awake..."
"I told you, I'm having breakfast with Tenn-nii today," Riku reminded, eliciting an annoyed groan from Iori. The omega attempted to pull him back into bed, trying to reclaim his human bolster-cum-heater, but Riku only laughed and shook his head. "I'll meet you at the filming venue, alright?" Riku asked.
Iori reluctantly nodded, and Riku pulled the blankets back over him before leaning down to press a kiss against Iori's forehead. "See you later," Iori yawned, turning away from the door and huddling deeper into the blanket.
"See you," Riku echoed, grabbing his coat and bag before closing the door behind him. He shivered slightly as he walked down the hallway, meeting Tamaki outside his and Sougo's room. He raised a brow at the other alpha, earning a thumbs-up, and Riku returned the gesture.
The two alphas headed over to the living room where they were met with everyone else, with only the exception of the two omegas. Tsumugi and Banri were there, too, and after grabbing a few sandwiches that Mitsuki had prepared, the group left the dorm to meet Tenn.
And the rest of TRIGGER. And Re:vale as well.
---
Iori woke up again a little over an hour later, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes sleepily. He stared at the other side of the bed, painfully empty and devoid of human warmth, taking some time to remember that Riku had left pretty early that morning.
With a yawn, Iori sat up, immediately flinching at the cold as he left the comfort of the blanket. While the dorm did have a heating system, individual rooms didn't, which meant that the cold February air was currently circulating around Iori's room. For a moment, Iori almost missed his heat, missed how he didn't feel cold during the time. Then he shook his head, wondering what would make him crazy enough to even think that.
He went to wash up, brushing his teeth and fixing his appearance before heading to the kitchen to grab breakfast. He still had about an hour until he had to leave, so Iori took his time, turning the TV on to catch up on the news. Iori realised after some time that it was unusually quiet. Usually, at least one of the others would be up by now, and as far as he knew, they didn't have morning schedules for the day.
Frowning, Iori went to check on each room, growing more confused when he saw that everyone was apparently gone. Except for Sougo, the elder omega having just woken up when Iori cracked the door open. Sougo looked at Iori blankly, his brain not quite awake yet. "Iori-kun...?"
"Where did Yotsuba-san go?"
Sougo shrugged. "I think he said he was meeting Aya."
Iori nodded; at least that much made sense. "Any idea about the others?"
"I don't know," Sougo replied honestly, grabbing his shawl from the bedside and pulling it over his shoulder to shield himself from the cold. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the older omega asked, "They're not here?"
"No, although nii-san did at least make breakfast for us."
Sougo's face lit up at that. "I'll join you in the living room in a bit."
The two left the room together, Iori heading back to the living area and Sougo heading for the bathroom. As promised, Sougo joined Iori once he was done, taking the plate of food that Mitsuki had prepared and munching on the sandwiches as they watched the TV. They commented on the news, asked each other about their recent schedules, and soon enough it was time for Iori to leave for work.
MEZZO didn’t have a photoshoot till later that evening, so Sougo walked Iori to the door. “I’ll handle the dishes,” he told Iori, and the younger smiled at him gratefully. He waited for Iori to put on his shoes before waving to him as he left. “Good luck at work.”
“I’ll be going, then,” Iori said, leaving the dorm and heading to the nearest train station. The filming location wasn’t too far away, so Iori opted to take the subway, looking over the script again as he travelled. He was still mildly puzzled as to why there seemed to be so few lines, most of them having been left blank as potential ad-libs.
The director did say that he wanted as genuine a reaction as possible, told them to imagine being in the shoes of the soon to be married couple. That didn’t make Iori any less sceptical about it; in the past two to three years of being an idol, he had never once come across such a vague script. He didn’t act nearly as often as Yamato did, but even he knew that something was strange about this project.
Well, it’s too late to reject it now, Iori told himself, glancing up when he heard his stop being announced. He texted Riku as he left the station, receiving an almost instant reply just as he caught the scent of the alpha nearby. Iori barely had time to look up before he was tackled by Riku, the alpha’s arm slinging over his shoulder in what appeared to others as normal brotherly affection.
Given a choice, Riku would have pulled Iori into a tight hug and given him a kiss, but there were already eyes on them, and Iori cleared his throat. “Good to see you too, Nanase-san,” he greeted, as if he hadn’t been sleeping in the same bed as the alpha just three hours ago.
Riku beamed, and the two fell into step beside each other, shoulders occasionally bumping as they headed to the filming set. Iori raised a brow when he realised that Riku was a little jittery – or was he imagining things? Riku had never been the best at concealing his scent, much less from his fated omega. “How was breakfast?”
“Delicious,” Riku replied without missing a beat. “We had pancakes!”
Iori couldn’t help but chuckle at that, knowing just how identical the twins were when it came to their food preferences. But whereas Tenn would begrudgingly eat foods that he didn’t particularly like, Riku tended to whine about them and shove them onto Iori’s plate.
“That’s nice,” Iori said. He fished around for the script, pulling it out of his file and pointing to a part that he didn’t quite know how to interpret. “Did you see this part? Isn’t it too… not specific?”
Riku scanned through the line, head tilting to the side as he hummed in thought. It was a scene where Iori would walk out of the changing room in what Riku deemed as the ‘perfect’ suit, but what they didn’t mention was exactly how many times Iori would have to change. Then Riku laughed, shrugging as if it didn’t really matter. “You know how the director wants it to feel authentic.”
Iori grimaced. “It seems like we might spend the whole day there, then.”
“Maybe we can get some inspirations from there,” Riku commented, and Iori looked at him in mild confusion. He didn’t miss how the alpha’s cheeks flushed, Riku biting on his lower lip nervously. “You know. When we decide to get married.”
Oh. Now Iori was blushing, too. “Do you want to?” he asked, feeling the familiar flutter of butterflies in his stomach. He’d thought that Riku didn’t want to get married anymore, but maybe the alpha had been thinking about it this entire time.
“I mean, of course I do,” Riku replied with a frown. “Didn’t we already discuss this before? It might not happen anytime soon, but there’s no way I don’t want to marry you. What do you want it to be like?”
Suddenly Iori felt to embarrassed to admit that whatever he’d told the director last week was exactly what he envisioned his dream wedding to be. Nothing fancy or extravagant, just their close friends and family gathering to celebrate the occasion. Everything he’d said, down to the decoration details, were what he envisioned for his wedding. Their wedding.
He averted his gaze from Riku’s as he replied, “Pretty much like this, I guess.”
He saw how Riku’s face lit up, and Iori wondered how it was possible for anyone to be that cute. “And what about a proposal?” Riku pushed on, uncaring of how Iori’s cheeks were growing unbearably warm even in the cold February air. Iori was certain that Riku could smell his increasing embarrassment; he made a mental note to bring it up again later at night.
“As long as you don’t do it in front of, say, a crowded street,” Iori conceded. He didn’t mind if people they were familiar with were around, but the idea of a crowd of strangers witnessing Riku’s proposal didn’t sit well with Iori. Maybe it was because he was so used to hiding their relationship from the public that the thought of ever opening up about it was slightly terrifying. He could only guess what it would do to IDOLiSH7’s reputation.
Riku nodded in understanding, nudging Iori when he spotted the shop they were meant to film in today. Unsurprisingly, it was a suit rental place, one specially catered towards marrying male couples. There were a couple of business suits as well, but majority of them were wedding tuxedos in an astonishing variety of designs and colours.
Tsumugi was already talking to the director inside, and she smiled at the duo as they entered the shop. They greeted the staff, went to the back to quickly get their makeup done, and then returned to where everybody else was setting up the cameras.
The director clapped his hands together, looking at the two in anticipation. “Okay, I want the two of you to start by walking in through that door together, hand-in-hand,” he instructed. Then he gestured to the owner of the shop, a kind-looking man by the name of Tachibana. “Then Riku-kun will talk to Tachibana-san about the theme of the wedding, and he’ll recommend a few pairs of suits for the both of you.”
They nodded in understanding, exiting the shop and waiting outside for the cue to begin. The wind was still chilly, and Iori subconsciously stepped closer to Riku when a particularly strong gust blew by. Riku chuckled at his boyfriend’s movement, wrapping an arm around Iori and pulling the omega closer to him. “What are you doing?” Iori hissed, glancing at the cameramen standing around them.
“We’re acting, aren’t we?” Riku asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Iori sighed, but he didn’t step away from the warmth that Riku’s body provided.
“And… action!”
With their fingers loosely intertwined between them, Riku and Iori started up the stairs of the establishment, the alpha pushing the door open and letting Iori enter the warmer interior of the shop. They went up to the counter where Tachibana was sitting, the man smiling at them welcomingly. "How may I help you?"
"We’re looking for suits for our wedding," Riku explained, and Tachibana followed the script to a t, immediately asking them for the theme of the reception so that he could look for something that they would like.
Iori watched as Riku listed out the exact details that he had told the director just a week prior, a comfortable warmth blooming in his chest as he realised that Riku remembered exactly what he had said. Granted, they had recorded it down in the script, but it was nice to know that Riku cared enough to have memorised it perfectly.
"I think I have a few pieces in mind," Tachibana told them with a smile. "Take a seat, and I'll be right back."
The couple did as told, Iori not even thinking twice before he leaned against Riku, smiling softly when he felt the alpha's thumb brush over his knuckles soothingly. He didn't even know what he was so nervous about. Was it because it was his first time being the lead in a show? Was it because he was acting with Riku? Or, god forbid, was it because he was imagining that this wasn't for show, but the real thing?
Iori sighed. His thoughts had been running a little wild recently. Maybe his inner omega's longing was beginning to get to him. It certainly didn’t help that his heat had ended just a few days ago. He felt Riku's gaze on his face, the alpha asking, "Are you okay?"
"Just a little nervous," Iori admitted, relaxing just a little when Riku nuzzled the top of his head affectionately. Tachibana came back a while later, pushing a rack of tuxedos with him. They all came in matching sets, and he showed the first set to the couple.
They went through at least six sets of tuxedos over the next hour and a half, both males changing separately before they showed each other the outfit. The first three had been a miss, Iori not quite liking the black or the glimmer or the ruffles along the lapels. The fourth, however, had caught both their eyes instantly.
Riku had been sitting on the chair, already changed into his tuxedo and waiting for Iori to be done. He liked this one a lot, white with red edges on the lapels, as well as red wrist cuffs. The vest was a matching red, just as Iori's was blue. A quick glance at Tsumugi and a sneaky smile from the beta indicated that this was very much planned, that this particular set of tuxedos had been designed specially with them in mind, and Riku loved how they turned out.
And when Iori stepped out of the changing room, looking almost shy, Riku's throat went dry. He'd thought he'd seen Iori when he looked his best, but this was a cut above the rest. It didn't help that Iori's cheeks were dusted with a faint pink, the omega's gaze sweeping over Riku's outfit appreciatively.
Riku's legs moved of their own volition, standing up from the chair and going over to Iori. He tucked Iori's hair behind his ear, admiring how absolutely stunning his boyfriend was. It was clear that Iori was doing the same, his eyes fixed on the side braid that the stylist had done up for Riku.
"You look..." Riku trailed off, unable to find a word that could encompass what he felt. Beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, were all words that came to mind. But then Riku smiled gently at Iori, sighing contentedly as he said, "Perfect."
Iori's cheeks burned from the praise. "You don't look too bad yourself."
"Do you two like it?" Tachibana asked gleefully, although there was honestly no need to. Their reactions spoke enough for them, the couple looking at each other before nodding in unison. The man seemed elated that they’d found a set they liked, marking it down on his list and urging them to try on a couple more before deciding on the right one.
The last two sets weren't too shabby, either, both a nice shade of ivory white. One had embroidered flowers down the side, and the other was rimmed with black. There wasn't a hint of doubt that there was only one set of suits for them, though, and clearly Tachibana thought so as well. He kept the rest of the suits in the back, coming back out to discuss the price and arrangements for when to pick them up.
Once they were done, he thanked them and sent them off, with a promise to see them again soon.
The moment they stepped out of the shop, the director grinned at them. "Cut! Perfect take, boys. You two are naturals!"
Iori hadn't even realised that they’d had no NGs, too caught up in his little bubble of fantasy that he had almost forgotten that they were even filming. Riku was already thanking the director, smiling bashfully as he praised them for a job well done. The other staff were busy keeping the filming equipment, and Tsumugi approached them with drinks in her hands.
"That was really great!" the beta exclaimed. "I didn't realise how good you two were at acting."
We're really not, Iori thought dryly, and Tsumugi knew it as well. Had it been any other scenario, if they had been acting as anything other than a couple, Iori was sure that they would have tons of NGs. It was only because they were so comfortable with their roles that they had managed to execute the parts perfectly, and perhaps it was their genuine reactions that the director was happy with.
Riku smiled sheepishly at Tsumugi. "Manager, you know the reason," he accused, earning a chuckle from Tsumugi as she nodded in acknowledgement. Riku nudged Iori, and they went to remove their makeup and fix their hair.
"The braid was really pretty," Iori remarked as he combed through his hair.
"You think so?"
"I was surprised by how good you looked with it," the omega admitted, rolling his eyes when Riku raised his brows suggestively. He threw the makeup wipe into the bin, slapping Riku on the shoulder for good measure, even though he laughed at the way Riku whined in response. "Let's go home already."
---
The next filming was held around two weeks later. It was split into two parts – the first would be the food tasting, and the next was visiting the church that the crew had reserved. Despite Iori's protests to not use Fonte Chocolat, Riku had made the suggestion anyway, and the director loved the idea of using the renowned bakery.
That was how Iori found himself in front of his family bakery, surrounded by a filming crew with Riku beside him. He supposed it wouldn't hurt for the bakery to get more exposure, although they had already expanded since IDOLiSH7 became more popular. Having their two sons as idols had boosted sales rather significantly, and just a few months ago, they'd opened their first branch outlet.
The chimes sounded as Iori and Riku entered, and the Izumi parents' faces lit up when they spotted their son and his boyfriend. Of course, they'd been informed of the filming beforehand, but it was understandably hard to get into character when it had been a while since they last saw the two.
"Iori, Riku-kun," Izumi Hiroko gushed, already coming out from behind the counter to smother them in a tight hug. Iori was glad that they'd closed the bakery for the entire afternoon, even though it meant lost revenue, because he definitely didn't want people seeing him be babied by his mother.
"Mum, please," Iori sighed, letting her fuss over him a while more. Iori smiled as his father approached them, the elder ruffling his hair gently. "Long time no see, dad."
"You've both been busy with work," Izumi Yosuke said in understanding, tugging his wife away from Iori. The omega sent his father a thankful smile; ever the tactful man. "Shall we start?"
Once the staff had everything set up, the director got them into position, telling them to start when they were ready. Yosuke introduced them to the selection of pastries, suggesting a few that he felt would be good for a teatime wedding reception. Hiroko, the meticulous woman she was, was diligently jotting things down, making notes about the pastries that Riku or Iori commented on.
It wasn't too hard to make a decision since they'd already discussed with the director beforehand what they wanted to use. They also talked about preparing one or two main dishes, discussing what the catering set-up should be like in order to fit with the rest of the decorations.
After that was, as Riku called it, the long-anticipated cake tasting. It didn't come as a surprise when Iori saw that the cake samples were all flavours that he'd loved to eat while growing up, though Riku had yet to try all of them. They sampled each flavour, talking about how they would layer and decorate the cake with icing. Three tiers seemed almost excessive, considering that there wouldn't be that many guests, and they intended to use the colours of the bouquet for the icing flowers.
They eventually decided on red velvet cake, something simple and yet matched Riku's tuxedo. Iori wasn't afraid to admit that maybe he was just biased, feeling satisfied when Riku struggled to find something to counter his words. It wasn’t often that Iori could voice his affection for Riku in public, so during the rare times that it did happen, Riku was usually so pleasantly surprised that he never did quite know how to respond.
Even though the entire thing had taken nearly an hour and a half, Iori felt like the time passed far too quickly. This round of filming, too, was a perfect take. They were a little tight on schedule for the day, since Riku was guesting on a show later in the evening, so Iori barely got to spend any more time with his parents before they were heading off to the next location.
Before they left, Iori begrudgingly let his mother hug him again. She patted him on the back, and for some reason, was looking a little teary. When she noticed Iori begin to fret, she simply chuckled and shook her head. "My little boy is growing up so fast," she sniffled, wiping at the corner of her eye. "We'll see you soon."
They left for the church immediately after that, taking the van that the crew usually rode in since Tsumugi wasn't with them today. It was a relatively short ride, and the crew filled in the silence with questions about IDOLiSH7’s day-to-day activities. It was easy to hide their relationship when they were distracted, both Riku and Iori focusing on the conversation to stop themselves from reaching out to the other.
Upon arriving at the church, the crew hurried to set everything up while Riku and Iori went to get their makeup touched up. They met with the pastor, introducing themselves and trying to get a general feel of the place. It was a typical church, white interiors with wooden benches. Iori could imagine what it would look like, fully decorated, and he quite liked it.
Filming went by in a breeze, and all of a sudden, they were done for the day. While Iori was glad to be able to go home and rest, he was also extremely nervous for the next filming. It would be the wedding scene, barely a little over a week later. The rest of the drama was to be filmed over the course of the next few months, but the promotional video was to come first.
And boy, was Iori worried.
He was already a little too emotionally invested in everything, wanting to believe that this was not just part of an act. Maybe his inner omega was getting impatient and wanted to be mated with Riku as soon as possible. Iori honestly had no idea. He just hoped it wasn't too obvious. He didn't want to pressure Riku into anything that he wasn't ready for.
He snapped out of his thoughts when Riku tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm going off to my next schedule now," Riku told him, bag already slung over his shoulder. He passed Iori's bag to him, looking somewhat worried about the omega. It wasn’t often that Iori was so absorbed in his thoughts. "Will you be okay going back alone?"
Iori nodded, forcing a smile at the alpha. "Of course. Don't be late."
“Okay then...” Riku didn’t sound so convinced, but he didn’t push any further. “I'll see you tonight.”
Iori watched as Riku headed for the nearest subway station, shaking his head to clear it of the thoughts that seemed to be flooding him. With a soft sigh, he thanked the filming crew before hailing a cab and going back to the dorm.
Maybe a nice hot shower would clear his mind.