Seth’s POV
“Hey, don’t you think you’re being too much?” Sky shook his head as he peak into my phone, reading the last message that I sent to Zaya.
“What?” I pouted.
“You do realize that it’s her job to look pretty, right? And you can’t expect her to wear long jumpsuits or pants while dancing.” he snickered and I rolled my eyes on him.
A laugh escaped my lips as I saw the frustrated look on my stylist, not liking the fact that I kept on moving as she was trying to fix my make up.
“Seth, you need to be careful.” Raze muttered. “You were openly staring at your girlfriend earlier. Don’t you know a lot of fancams are being uploaded online even for rehearsals?” he added as he stares at his reflection on the mirror, checking if everything was already set.
“He knows.” Grey Chimed in and I hated him a little for what he said next. “Because he’s always watching the video where his voice cracked.”
“That was one time!” I grunted.
Everyone laughed at what Grey said. I had to throw the shirt from my side to his direction but he ended up catching it.
Sky and Grey looked at me while dancing playfully, annoying the hell out of me.
We are currently in our dressing room preparing for later, and of course, I sent her a message.
At the beginning of their rehearsal, I was trying to act cool and forget the fact that she’s wearing a crop top and sweatpants hugging showing her beautiful figure. That’s shouldn’t be a big deal.
She wore shorter skirts and crop tops before.
I am an idol myself and I am surrounded by people who wear the same but I don’t know. Seeing that her curves are being ogled like some kind of goods by some guys make me really mad. She’s too beautiful that it’s so obvious she’s attracting too much attention.
I never really wanted to meddle with what she wears. I’m not that stupid nor conservative. But somehow, I can’t help but express my jealousy over those guys staring at her.
I guess I need to restrain myself. Zanayamight gets so pissed off because of it.
When I noticed a few idols stopped to watch them, I lost it. My hands landed on my hips as if I am about to scold my kid.
So when we had a chance to move closer, I messed up her hair so those guys would see that she’s mine.
“You can’t be always jealous, Seth. Zanaya will get tired of you.” Raze smirked.
“He’s right. Act cooler, Seth. You still got no jams.”Mono added, shaking his head and I groan.
“I mean, I can understand Seth’s actions earlier, but Storm?” Demo scoffs and I laughed at the serious expression of the mighty, Storm.
“That’s right. Why do you have to do that with Cali? Are you also trying to tell those idols that she’s yours?” Raze teased and Storm just flipped him.
“Hey, I’m older than you!” he said wiggling his body like the old man that he is.
“Whatever,” he whispered as he exited out on the room since he’s done with his make up and already dressed up.
“Storm, where are you going?” Mono asked but Storm didn’t bother to answer.
We actually noticed how he had been missing every now and then.
I wonder where he goes.
After a few more minutes, we were now seated in the reserved section for us. My brows furrowed after I realized how a few seats away, WHISTLE and HAPPINESS are laughing with each other. In particular, Zanaya’s arms are entangled with Sally’s like they were some sort of best friends.
What’s happening?
“Seth, did Sally and your girlfriend made up?” Grey asked confused.
“I’m confused myself.” Zanaya never told me about her and Sally patching up. I wonder what happened.
And then I noticed how both girls looked at my direction and laughed at my confused state.
By the time, Storm was with us, my eyebrows are probably in one line because the two girls continuously laugh together.
These girls better not be talking stupid things about me.
Soon enough, WHISTLE already finished one of their songs and is soon will be performing another and I have never felt so proud to hear how many fans are screaming for her name.
That’s my girl, right there.
Her voice is really amazing and she’s such a good dancer as well.
I made a mental note to ask her to dance and sing with me in the future.
“Seth, stop grinning like crazy, ge’ez.” Sky scolded me and turned to Grey’s direction. “I told you he’ll get totally whipped on Zanaya. Give me my five bucks,” he said hands in front of Grey.
“I never agreed on the bet but Mono did,” he chuckled and I almost choke on my saliva.
“Did you all bet on me again?” I asked bewildered.
“Actually,” Grey leaned forward and whispered something on my ear.
Once I heard what he said, I immediately hit his shoulder as my cheeks blushed red.
The rest of the boys laughed at my reaction.
Are they serious?
They had a bet on how many hickeys I have on my neck and counted when I was sleeping.
What the actual fuck?
I just turn my attention on the stage where the girls are standing.
The MC was asking a few questions about the girls and my face stiffen after I notice how the MC was staring at Zanaya inappropriately.
The MC was trying to flirt with Zaya.
If I remember it correctly, the MC is an actor whom I already met on several occasions. We’ve talked before but we’re not really close.
“So, Zaya, our fans probably want to know what’s your ideal guy,” the guy asked, his eyes gleaming over my girl and I had to ball my fit in annoyance.
Zanaya just smiled awkwardly probably getting a little uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, Zaya is actually a little shy,” Cali answered on her behalf and the MC just nodded, as if amused but his stare still lingering on her.
After a few more questions, the girls resumed their performance while I and the boys stood up to head down to the backstage for our performance.
HAPPINESS will be performing after WHISTLE but we want to make sure everything is set accordingly so we already head backstage.
Our manager was trying to fix my mic and earpiece when I notice Zanaya having a hard time walking down the stairs.
Before I can move towards her, another guy walked over and took her hand.
She looked surprised but obviously acted cool on it. Her eyes landed on my direction and must have realized how angry I already looked but she shook her head, probably telling me not to meddle.
She seriously isn’t telling me to wait until that guy do anything wrong to her, right?
I was about to move forward when Demo stopped me.
“Don’t.” he shook his head.
There are a few people watching.
“Look,” he pointed out as I saw Zanaya saying something and continuously bows on the man.
I realized that he was the MC before. Zanaya was about to go but then the man grabbed her wrist.
Her eyes widen, startled at the sudden action of the man.
“That’s it.” I brisk walk towards their direction and I felt Demo followed.
“Zanaya!” I tried to act cheerfully.
“Seth!” she replied and she removed her arms from the grip of the guy.
She looked at me, her eyes wavering in fear and I bit my lip in anger. I had to hold myself from punching the stupid guy.
“Wow, WHISTLE is seriously amazing!!!” Demo acted trying to make our entrance on their conversation a little less awkward.
“Oh, hey!” I greeted the guy though internally, I wanted to punch him for being disrespectful.
Didn’t he notice how Zanaya is obviously getting awkward?
“Seth,” the guy curtly nodded, a little pissed that I came at the wrong time.
“I didn’t know you were close with WHISTLE,” he added and he raised his eyebrows on me.
Wow. You think?
I’m surprised he hadn’t read an article about me being linked with her.
A chuckle escapes my lips. “We are.”
I turned my back on him and faced the tensed girl, “Zaya, Cali was looking for you since earlier. You might wanna follow them.” I asked meaningfully and she got my message. A grateful smile escaped her lips before she bowed again and left the three of us together.
“Too bad, I was planning on asking her number.”
I turned around and raised my eyebrows on him as Demo awkwardly laugh.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. She’s in a dating ban.” I told him, as I try to keep myself calm.
“Dating ban, my ass. Watch me. That girl will definitely fall on my hands.” he grins and I felt Demo’s hand on my shoulder.
My blood started to boil.
Before I can even say a thing, we heard Mono calling the two of us along with our manager. We’re about to perform.
The guy patted my shoulder. “Goodluck, guys,” he said as he heads towards the stage to introduce the next performers, which are us.
Fuck this.