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Third Person POV
It had been a while since Sid had came out of his room.
It wasn't too uncommon for him to stay in his room for long periods of time, but what he was doing inside his bedroom was unknown. Many of the band members just ignored it and dismissed it as the DJ just doing his own thing. They never questioned what their bandmate could be doing inside.
Except for Shawn, whose curiosity one day got the better of him, his eyes lingering on the closed door that led to the other man's room.
Shawn had heard the usual rumours that would fly around of Sid in his room, the usual that he was doing drugs, or passed out from an overdose. He didn't believe these rumours but the other guys in the band sure did, which was pretty much why no one else had checked on him either.
But he still decided to go check on him. It was just a little check up to see if he was okay.
He sighed as he walked over to Sid's room, his hand gripping the doorknob slightly. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door gently.
No response.
"Kid, I'm coming in," he called out as he slowly opened the door.
"W-Wait, n-no—!" Sid stammered out from inside his bedroom, his voice shaky.
The sound of things being knocked over in surprise being heard inside, followed by hurried footfalls, and the door being slammed shut again.
It seemed like Sid didn't want anyone to enter his room.
Shawn was shocked by the response of the younger man. It kind of sounded like he was hiding something inside the room, something he didn't want anyone to see.
He tried to open the door again but the force of the door being slammed shut by Sid made it hard to open.
He put an arm on the door and leaned on it, his curiosity only growing at the man's strange behaviour.
"Kid, what the hell are you hiding in there?" He called out, knocking on the door again.
"N-Nothing...!" Sid shouted from inside, seemingly trying to get his bandmate to drop the topic, though the slight stutter in his voice made it painfully obvious that he was indeed trying to keep something from the other man.
If anything, Sid's stuttering and nervous tone only made Shawn even more curious, which made him even more suspicious of whatever was going on inside the room. He continued to press his arm on the door.
"Really? It sure doesn't sound like nothing," he said in a low tone, sounding a little bit annoyed.
"Either tell me what's going on, or I swear to god that I'm getting the crowbar and busting the damn door open."
Silence.
Then, Sid finally spoke again, though clearly hesitant.
"... fine," he nervously mumbled.
The sound of the door slowly being unlocked was heard, before it was swung open a little. It was only slightly ajar, not quite enough for the percussionist to fully see the inside of his bedroom, but enough for the other man to open it himself, if desired.
Shawn's eyes narrowed a little as he saw how the door only slightly opened, clearly showing that Sid didn't want to fully open it.
He could pretty much tell now that whatever Sid was hiding in the room was something that the younger man didn't want anyone to see. This made his suspicions only grow even more, which made him want to investigate.
He sighed as he pushed the door open more in order to see the room, his eyes looking around quickly to try to find what the DJ was hiding.
However, he soon spotted Sid trying to quietly shuffle closer to the door in an attempt to try to leave while he was distracted.
He was about to speak, likely telling the smaller man to stay here, when he realised that he hadn't been trying to hide what he had been doing, but rather what he was wearing.
The turntablist had a large, black hoodie on, along with a short, pale pink skirt underneath it. The hoodie covered most of his hands and was big enough to drape around his neck in a way that showed a bit of his shoulders. The skirt was slightly covered by the top, but revealed most of his legs.
Shawn's eyes widened a little bit as he glanced at Sid, more specifically at the outfit that he was wearing. The skirt looked to be a bit short, revealing a good amount of his thighs.
Shawn knew at this point whatever he expected to see, it certainly wasn't this.
He stepped closer until he was right in front of Sid, his hand grabbing his arm.
Now that he was seeing this in person, he had some mixed feelings about it. Mainly just surprise and confusion, but there was also something else mixed in with the two other feelings.
He stared at the younger man for a few moments before he spoke, trying to find the right words.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
Sid sighed, trying to mask his embarrassment with annoyance.
"This is why I didn't want to show you..." he grumbled, trying to struggle to get his arm free from the grip around it. "I knew you would judge me..."
At this point, he just wanted to run away so he wouldn't have to worry about the other man's reaction towards this revelation.
Shawn furrowed his eyebrows a bit. He was a bit stunned that this was something that the other man expected him to judge him for.
He gripped his arm a little tighter, preventing Sid from leaving. He could literally see the annoyance and embarrassment on the DJ's face.
"It's not that I'm judging you," he said, his tone softening a bit, "I just wanna know why you're wearing that."
Sid was silent for a few seconds, trying to contemplate whether or not he was willing to tell him.
But eventually, he came to a conclusion that there wasn't much point in trying to lie or get around the truth. So, he took a small breath, before speak once more.
"I just... wanted to, okay?" He reluctantly replied, voice quiet and still having a slightly irritated undertone to it.
Shawn didn't let go of the younger man's arm. He raised an eyebrow at the response, clearly not satisfied with it.
It was obviously a half-baked answer. Sure, it was an explanation, but it didn't really explain the whole reason why he was wearing the outfit.
He looked the smaller man over again for a few moments, his eyes trailing him over.
"So you're telling me that you decided to wear this just because you 'wanted to'?" He questioned, his voice skeptical. "I'm gonna need more than just that, kid."
Sid sighed, annoyance and embarrassment only growing.
"I just like wearing this kind of stuff sometimes," he bluntly snapped, scoffing slightly. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze turned to the side, glaring at the wall. "There. I admitted it. You happy?"
Shawn nodded a bit, satisfied knowing that he was getting the actual truth now. He loosened his grip on his arm as he kept looking at him.
Sid's sudden snap and annoyance kind of took him by surprise, but he took it with stride. After all, he was the one that forced the younger man to tell him the reason.
"Well, damn. I didn't expect to get that out of you," he said with a slight chuckle. "You look pretty cute, y'know that?"
The DJ blinked once or twice, processing the words he had just heard come from the other. The irritation left his face, and was replaced with a mix of a confused and surprised look.
"Wh... What...?" He asked in disbelief. He clearly had expected to be criticised or judged for his outfit, not... complimented.
Shawn simply smirked at the confused look on the other man's face. The confusion and surprise was honestly really cute, and it only added more to the image.
"I said you look cute, kid. In that skirt and all," he repeated. "It's a good look on you."
He took a step forward and brought his free hand up to lightly grab Sid's chin.
Sid's heart started to pound a little faster as the other man grabbed his chin, not expecting the sudden touch and the closeness between the two.
"I... don't... understand..." he mumbled in confusion, a light blush slowly appearing on his face. "You're saying that you like this?"
He gestured to himself, specifically the outfit that he was wearing.
The smirk on Shawn's face widened a bit as he saw the blush forming on the younger man's face. God, it was adorable.
He chuckled lightly, still keeping his grip on his chin as he nodded. "Yep, I do. Cute as hell."
He lightly tilted Sid's head from side to side with his grip, looking him over.
This only served to embarrass Sid further, and as Shawn looked him over, he tried and failed to look away from his gaze.
He really didn't know how to respond. He had been expecting to be judged for this, and being criticised for wearing this type of stuff. But instead he was being complimented and supported.
He was at a loss for words, until finally he managed to blurt out something that had been plaguing his mind for a little bit.
"You... you really aren't... like... disgusted by this...?"
Shawn raised an eyebrow in confusion as he heard the other man's words. Disgusted by it? Why would he even think that?
He shook his head, his grip on his chin still firm but still careful. "Hell no. Why would I be disgusted by this?"
It then suddenly dawned upon him that the reason for the question seemed to be due to how the rest of the guys in the band would probably react to this.
He moved his hand from his chin to his cheek, gently cupping it and lightly stroking it. His thumb brushed over his skin as he spoke, a bit more quietly.
"I think you look gorgeous."
The DJ couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.
"... thanks," he mumbled, gently leaning into the touch a bit.
He was still a little embarrassed, but much less tense and worried, and also kind of happy that he now knew someone who actually supported him, and didn't immediately insult him after seeing what he was wearing.
The older man's heart ached a bit as he saw Sid relax into his touch, smiling a bit.
He gently caressed the smaller man's face, his fingers moving to gently play with his hair.
"You're welcome, kid," he said, his tone soft. "And don't let any of the guys give you a hard time 'bout this. If they have a problem with it, they can deal with me."