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One of the many benefits of being a k-pop idol’s girlfriend is getting front row seats for free.
Although Vi had to keep a constant eye on where she was standing, otherwise she’d turn behind her and find someone had snuck into her seat, sitting very calmly like they owned it. It had happened a few times in the last seven minutes, what with the crowd buzzing animatedly for the performance.
But right then, no one was sitting. Everyone was yelling and waving fanlights, casting pale red lights against the darkness of the night through the open stadium. Why? That night’s performance featured a collaboration between the most popular boy and girl bands, Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. And with the recent drama between those two, involving public fights, fan shipping plus fanon breakups and a major vocal failure at a previous show (the vocalist had lost her voice minutes before their show), fans were super-excited to see what they had to bring, together.
The instrumentals rose like a tide and so did the cheering. Seven idols rose from a submerged platform onto the stage, wearing wide brimmed bucket hats with strings draping underneath their chins, and demon slayer-esque outfits, all blacks, wide sleeves and tight combat pants underneath. Vi could feel several fans faint behind her, drawing a couldn’t-be-me smile out of her.
And was immediately proven wrong when she makes out Caitlyn, recognizable by her iconic eyepatch and remarkable height, hands crossed behind her back and one blue gaze scanning the crowd. Her dark hair curtains part of her face, hiding her cheekbones from view. The crowd chants along to the lyrics–
I’ll be your idol.
They all dropped to the stage floor, robes pooling around their knees, and Jinu’s voice reverberated in the stadium as the other six rose after his cue and leant to the left, and then the right, and then tilt their heads in a curious manner while Jinu croons play me on repeat, 끝없이 in your head–
A fan that might as well be in heat from the way she threw herself at the singers, and Violet in the process, ended up stumbling headfirst over the seat and faceplanting into the floor, littered with party cups and malfunctioning fanlights and what looks like vomit and legs sticking straight up in the air. Despite her annoyance, Vi was still a kind person, and she helped the girl upright. Suspicious stains smudge her face, but she looked really happy to be where she currently was. Namely the front row.
“Are you alright?” Vi asked. She had to shout over the pounding bass.
“Yeah, yeah!” the girl yelled back. “Can I stay here? Please?” She didn’t bother waiting for any approval, as she frantically pointed towards stage, jumping up and down. “Look! Oh, my God, it’s Caitlyn!” she squealed, and proceeded to join the three other unconscious fans a row back .
And of course, when someone mentioned her girlfriend, Vi immediately looked towards stage, zeroing in on the dark figure making a slow grasping motion, the silver claw rings on her fingers glinting with the motion.
Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I’m here for your soul,
Apart from the obvious fangirls that claim reverently that they’ve sold their hearts for this particular singer, Vi realized with some measure of pride, that she must be the only one whose heart Caitlyn has bothered to accept. By way of being her lover, that is. And if she’s going by lyrics, she would willingly give her soul, in another universe, to this woman, if she demanded it. Because she loved Caitlyn so damn much, and she was loved right back.
When the next singer takes Jinu’s place, and the music increases in volume, bass thumping so loud she could feel it vibrating in her bones, and the dancers and moving with such synchronicity as an animation or under the influence of an external puppeteer, Vi admitted that even if she didn’t like pop all that much, she can feel herself nodding to the beat, humming along In appreciation, even if she doesn’t know all the lyrics (Caitlyn’s been nagging about that particular detail. Don’t you support my career?)
The three women lined up in a row of three with the guys just behind them, and then (to the surprise and delight of the crowd) unfastened their samurai-ass robes and toss them to the side. The leather bodysuits they were wearing underneath elicited a new round of cheering. Caitlyn is right smack dab in the middle, and the leather does her much justice, clinging to all her curves like the stickiest syrup. Her newest fad are these chains that dangle from her chunky boots, her waist, and run along her legs– legs that go on for miles, and Vi tried not to let her mind wander into inappropriate territory. Such as what those chains would feel like restraining her, and what it would be like to peel off that second skin from Caitlyn’s body.
Her girls move in sync with her, and when she starts speaking it’s clear why she has always maintained a constant second-place fan rating, right behind Jinu. Simply put, her rap game was off the charts.
Uh, yeah, 낫지 않는 fever, makin' you a believer, 나를 왜 넌 존재하는 아이돌…
Okay, she had to leave now. She knew Caitlyn was bilingual, but hearing it live, even if she’s performing for tens of thousands of people and not just to her in their bed, whispering 내 사랑, my love, to her, she was still doing a hot number, swinging in sets of complicated choreography stooping down to stage to the delight of adoring fans and–
She cuts her way through disgruntled fans all the way to the trailer that has Caitlyn name-plated to the door, opens it and locks it behind her, and collapsing on a couch.
She focuses on not letting her hand drift down south. Who knows what random person might open the door and find her in a seriously compromising position? Instead, she flopped her arm over her eyes and goes blank.
“Vi!”
Her eyes snapped open. Caitlyn was staring down at her, a worried look in her eye. She hadn’t taken off the eyepatch yet, and she was holding a hefty bottle in hand. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” She tilted her head inquiringly at the water. Could I get some of that?
“Sure.” Caitlyn answered the unspoken question. She plucked a plastic cup off a stack on the counter, filled it halfway and passed it. “It’s just. I saw you leave halfway through the show, and I got pretty worried. Was it too much?”
“No, nothing of the sort.” She took a sip of the water, willing the blush that was trying to reach her ears to stay the fuck down. Caitlyn was still in her leathers, chains and all, and did she mention her boobs looked simply amazing in that tiny top? “It’s just, you were so hot doing that solo, and– you know, I gotta leave. For the sake of public decency.”
After a moment of surprise, Caitlyn starts laughing heartily. “Oh, is that so? And exactly how hot did you find my performance?” She leans forward, bottle still in hand, and Vi, God help her, can’t help but take a sneak peek downwards. Still amazing.
“Cupcake, you don’t need to have me describe it.” she tried to fend off Caitlyn’s question. “I’ve demonstrated many times. With my mouth. And fingers.”
“Oh, just one more time, 내 사랑. Just for your girl? I’m so exhausted,” she lightly touched her forehead with the back of her hand, feigning a faint. “and stressed from all that rehearsing, and my girlfriend can’t appreciate how well I did?”
“Fiiine.” Vi acquiesces. “Um. Let’s start with the outfit…”