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Irreplaceable
Atsumu and Sakusa had been dating since they met in a recording studio. They had been 19 and both two young boys trying to make it in the music industry. Sakusa was rapping and Atsumu singing, though he was in a band with his twin, Osamu. Though the pair were extremely different they complimented each other perfectly. Their relationship was very public, regularly posting each other even after they both became extremely successful. Sakusa had started his own record label and stopped rapping mostly focusing on his label. Atsumu and Osamu disbanded and Osamu started a restaurant whilst Atsumu became a solo singer. Atsumu quickly rose to huge amounts of fame. Atsumu often made Sakusa do songs with him, fans loved this. To the world thier relationship looked picture perfect. And for a while it was. The two secretly married when they were 25
That was until Atsumu met the new guy that signed under Sakusa’s label. The young boy was 21, a sweet looking boy with even Atsumu admits great hair. Sakusa seemed very fond of the young boy, Atsumu thought nothing of it at first, but over time Sakusa was spending less time at home and more time at the label, helping out the new boy with his debut album. Atsumu grew wary, then the paparazzi photos of Sakusa that were posted all seemed to include the young boy. Atsumu questioned Sakusa who simply said the young man reminded of himself. Atsumu still not satisfied with other this began to look more into it and found out the pair were spending alot of time outside the label building, Sakusa often driving them around and taking him shopping. Atsumu decided it was time to tell his brother, Atsumu rang him up and they agreed a time and Osamu came to Atsumu house when Sakusa was out.
“ I don’t want to believe it Osamu but I don’t feel like I have a choice even if they aren’t hooking up they feel to close.” Atsumu said through staggered breathing. Osamu was fuming.
“You can’t stand around while he fucks around with some little bitch boy, your Atsumu for fucks sake.” Osamu yelled.
“I know but I love him and what if I’m just imagining it and I’m being over dramatic.”
Atsumu sighed out.
“Call him and ask him, no tell him to come home because we are all going out for dinner. I’ll show him what will happen if he keeps fucking around. Also don’t you guys have a performance together soon. If he’s done anything he’ll surely feel guilt singing your love songs” Osamu told him. Atsumu found himself nodding. Atsumu pulled out his phone and called Kiyoomi.
“Hi omi, can you come home so we can go out to dinner, Osamu is here and he wants to go out together.”
“I’m kinda of busy right now baby, can we go out another time?”
“No sorry, Osamu is going away for a while and he wants all to go out together before he leaves, I also feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” Atsumu whispered out, he heard Sakusa sigh.
“Fine, I’ll come home now, see you soon” and with the Sakusa hung up.
Osamu called up a restaurant and made a booking for three. It was a nice place, and Osamu made sure to warn paparazzi that the three would been there tonight. Sakusa finally arrived home and the three went on thier way. Osamu had something planned and Atsumu knew something was going to happen but he wasn’t sure what. After dinner and after Osamu had looked out the window and made sure the paparazzi was outside the three were standing in the elevator on thier way out when Osamu turned to face Sakusa.
“You better not be fucking around with that little bitch.” Osamu said calmly while facing the exit of the elevator. Slowly he turned around to face Sakusa who had a guilty look on his face.
“What are you taking about Osamu.” Sakusa asked while fiddling with his jacket. Osamu looked up and saw they were almost on ground floor.
“You know what you did, and if you think I’m gonna left you fuck around with my brother his happiness then you really are more dumb than I thought.” After Osamu finished his sentence he lifted up his arm just in time for the doors of the elevator to open and smacked Sakusa on the cheek. Osamu could feel the cameras flashing. He simply turned around, left a little smirk on his face and linked his arm with Atsumu’s who had a shocked look on his face. The two walked away, Sakusa trailing behind them, his hand placed on his cheek holding where Osamu had hit him.
The next day, the pictures were on every magazine. Atsumu hadn’t talked to Sakusa yet and Sakusa hadn’t tried to either. Astumu had packed some of Sakusa things and placed them outside his room. But Sakusa still stayed in thier home. Atsumu began writing, his new songs revolving around the situation at hand. He wrote two, he decided to contact the tv show they were performing on that weekend and told them to add room for two new songs. Atsumu made sure no-one knew he was singing two songs.
Their performance was two days ways and Atsumu had began talking to Sakusa again, acting as if nothing was wrong. He let Sakusa cry on his knees to him and eg for forgiveness praying on god that nothing had happened. Atsumu left Sakusa believe he was forgiven. Atsumu went out to the club that night and danced more risky then he usually did. The whole time Sakusa was blowing up his phone asking where he was and leaving voicemails of him crying. Atsumu paid them no mind.
The concert day finally arrived and many people were talking about it, thousands wee speculating after the slap was made, wondering what had happened. They would learn tonight, Atsumu thought. Atsumu made sure to ask the directors to leave a break between the set originally agreed and the additional songs Atsumu requested. They agreed. The show was an almost host like show, there was alive audience and it was played live on tv aswell. Atsumu would remind Sakusa who he really was.