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Dancing on Velvet, an elegant solo
Starlight in the azure night, a gentle Serenade.
That's what the brunette would say to the sunset eyed Designer, the saying that goes; “The moon is beautiful tonight”
His breath caught after he laid his amaranthine eyes towards the star that was shining before him.
‘Oh my Furichan… Don't you just look like a magnolia in may?’ he lost himself in thought, unrealizing he was staring at Freodore for too long in awe.
“Swablu? You're staring.” He snapped Seible back to his senses, seeing his sudden shyness and fluster—like steam coming out of his head, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
“a-ah.. I didn't mean to stare too much, Furichan” He didn't look at his gentle and understanding gaze, feeling awkward and flustered for putting himself in such a situation.
“You look.. beautif—I mean very handsome! Furichan!” He stammered, the redness in his cheeks reaching his ears. Unable to tell why his heart pounded so much, the lack of confidence betrayed him.
Freodore’s brows furrowed in mild concern, a hand carefully pressed against the moon’s nape. “You’re burning up a little, are you sure you're alright? We can postpone our shoot together another time if you aren't feeling well.” he affirmed, waiting for a reply.
“No need to do thaaaaat!! I’m perfectly fine and normal!” He expressed his panic, an awkward smile on his glossy lips. About to melt from the closeness they had.
What was this feeling?
“I-i’ll go uhm.. grab some water, okay Furichan? I'll meet up with you later!! bye byeeee!” He sprinted away, “Seible wait—” not turning back as the brunette led to another room, locking himself inside, dropping by his knees to the floor.
Hands covering his flustered face, he completely fumbled in that situation. It was way too awkward for the Promoter to handle!
“That was so awkward, oh noooooo… I've made such a huge fool of myself! In front of Furichan! It's overrrr!!” He cursed out in frustration, trembling lips with a voice that trembled from his hands covering his face.
What would Freodore, the Designer of By the Beat and his most precious treasure would think about him now? His complicated emotions made his stomach churn all because of feelings he recently acknowledged.
“I'm so cooked…” he laughed anxiously, voice cracking as he took deep breaths to try and calm down, failing due to how the brunette’s mind couldn't cease thinking about Freodore.
Freodore, the sapphire’s dearest dusk, stood in silence in the empty changing room that used to have the brunette’s presence, was completely lost in thought.
Gaze softening while he understood what the brunette, his Seible, had felt after seeing the ethereal sight of the teal haired’s presence in front of him, Freodore's lips curled into a fond smile.
He knew exactly what those emotions were, and exactly how the Promoter reacted just a moment ago.
He was in love, just like how he was.
“Oh Swablu…” He murmured, fingertips halfway covering his lips to camouflage his smile, crimson faintly crept on his cheeks in realisation.
‘Your heart chose mine too,’ His mind wondered, eyes fluttering close at the thought that the moon shared the same affection he was pining towards Seible for a year.
He was completely settled; Seible was the one and the key to his heart.
Might as well make it memorable on this very day of their makeup Collab while the day lasted. The sunset will make sure the moon that will soon shine could never forget.
The brunette returned an hour before their supposed shoot, thoughts cleared and eased down from what he felt before, meeting with the teal haired.
“Welcome back Seible, feeling better? I told the staff to give us an extra 30 minutes before shooting.” He greeted warmly, his tone smooth with gentle calm. A downy smile on his lips.
Seible nodded, hand on his chest as his midnight eyes met sunset ones, “So much better Furichan! E-eh? You didn't have to do that!”
“I thought you needed extra time, for the nerves” Freodore approached him, fingertips moved to adjust and fix Seible’s hair. “Your eyeshadow’s a little smudged, do you mind me fixing that?”
The Promoter swallowed, heart beating slowly as it fluttered like he would drop on his knees due to the sudden closure between the two, but he kept his cool—smile beaming with optimism.
“I appreciate your concern Furichan, oh—” He giggled, demeanor softening, “As expected of our Designer… of course, I don't mind you fixing my eyeshadow”
“I..must've accidentally smudged it when I was covering my face haha!~” He lightly teased himself, distracting himself from his sheer adoration towards the Designer.
Freodore reacted with a fond laugh, his body moved to grab Seible’s makeup palette from the Collab they were working alongside on and returned to the brunette’s side.
“Stay still and close your eyes please.” His delicate hands worked with the makeup brush, fixing Seible’s eyeshadow makeup with the palette he held.
The promoter did as told, his unhurried beating heart beat—echoing through his senses, he could feel his dearest Freodore’s steady and mellow breaths near his skin.
A relieved shiver coursed through Seible’s veins, his cheeks blossomed a light pink, feeling himself about to fumble, but his knees refused to give up and ruin his night fall's precise work.
In under five minutes, he was complete. Setting the makeup palette aside, he watched his work and nodded in satisfied approval.
“You can open your eyes now, Swablu” he signaled, watching the brunette’s eyes flutter open and stare at his reflection in the mirror, his chest melted at the effort. “It's like it was never ruined.. Thank you Furichan!”
“I’m always pleased to lend a hand, I'm glad you like it.” Freodore mused, his gaze softening with an unchanging expression, his mellowed smile wider. “Can you come here for a moment, Sei?”
Seible blinked and pointed at himself for a second, his legs moved to stand in front of the Designer, “Yeah? What is it Furichan?” He questioned, an eyebrow furrowed at what he was ordered to do.
Freodore wrapped his arms around Seible’s shoulders, leaning closely to the Promoter. “You complete me, my moonlight.” He pressed his lips against Seible’s, a kiss so gentle and blissfully careful.
Seible flinched in surprise, drowning in the unexpected kiss, returning the affection. A hand wrapped around Freodore’s back, the other held the back of Freodore's head.
His fingertips slipped onto the open back of Freodore’s outfit, politely touching his skin, the world deafening around them like they owned it.
Freodore danced in velvet, his heart owned by the Starlight in azure night—souls bounded by the bliss of their reciprocated love, two hearts merged into one.
Feeling the heat of their skin, they wouldn't look any other way, letting time progress, their lips separated after twenty five minutes.
They stared at each other with affection and adoration, not letting each other go just yet, gazes etched in flutter looking at each other, the moon now shining outshining due to the star.
“You’re quite bold, Furichan..” His breath finally caught, giggling at their first kiss. “I learned from the best.” He teased lightly, a finger lightly tapping Seible’s nose with a titter.
“My constellations point to you, Furichan~”
They separated each other from their embrace, making their way to their shoot with intertwined hands.