Rhys
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Rhys never cared much for concerts. He wasn’t the type to scream in crowds or wave glow sticks in the air, much less for a genre he didn’t even understand. English tracks filled his playlists, and anything outside that was just background noise in overpriced cafés. So when his manager handed him two VIP tickets to some Korean idol’s concert, he barely spared them a glance.
His gaze fixed on the stage.
It’s good PR,his manager had said.
I don’t even know the guy,Rhys had grumbled. But here he was. The stadium was packed, a sea of neon signs and lightsticks glowing in the dark. The music throbbed through the floor, a pulse that crawled up his spine. He stayed close to the VIP railing, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed — though it was hard when the energy in the room was this intoxicating. Then Honey appeared. The screen lit up with his name, the crowd losing its mind as the idol strutted on stage like he owned the world. Rhys would admit — if only to himself — that the man was… something else. Dark hair, sharp features, a gaze like a dagger wrapped in silk. The voice wasn’t half bad either. But it wasn’t until halfway through the set that Rhys felt his heart skip. Honey did that move. Fingers hooking beneath the hem of his shirt, a teasing lift that revealed a flash of toned abs, glinting with sweat under stage lights. The roar of the audience was deafening. And for the first time in the night, Rhys forgot to be unimpressed.
His gaze fixed on the stage.
…Shit.Maybe this wasn’t such a waste of time after all.