System! This Prince Doesn't Want To Be An Idol Popstar!

"…"

"Uh… sorry. That just slipped out…"

Kaiden sighed and sat straight with his eyes closed.

"You are right. I am old. I have been a trainee of Big Chance studio for 5 years. I have seen teams made without me. I even trained some, but I never fit with what they were looking for. I hope to make it in this team to not only prove to them, but to myself that I am worth it. I can become an idol through my skills."

"You fought to be a contestant, right?" Taemeng questioned, "I heard from my manager."

"Yeah. This is my last chance. No one wants an old person in a group of young boys. It would look unbecoming," Kaiden shook his head and offered a smile, "Taemeng, and you? Your father must be really proud of you."

"Yes," the dancer nodded, "We are poor and there is not much my father could provide for the trainees under him. I hope to debut and earn money to support him."

Shun hummed to himself and tilted his head.

"Your father is the owner of Peony studio?"

"Yes," Taemeng nodded, "It was named after my mother."

Shun shut his eyes and his heart hurt for everyone, besides the one who just wanted to see pretty girls. Everyone had a strong reason in debuting and becoming an idol. He looked around the room and understood this was due to the witch's game, but his friends weren't. If Xiong Shun was here, Shun wondered if the man would make friends with Taemeng, Kaiden, and everyone or if the man would isolate himself.

'I hope you could see this, Xiong Shun. I will get you to the top, I promise.'

Later that night, Taemeng and Kaiden ended up lying with their backs to one another. Everyone was sleeping, but they both could not sleep. Being the only child in their families, both trainees were used to sleeping alone. Wondering if he should just sleep on the couch or even the floor, Kaiden glanced over at the sleeping forms of his friends.

'They'd probably think we had a fight…'

"Tae?" He whispered softly.

"Hm?"

"Are you comfortable?"

"…"

"…"

"Not used to sleeping with someone."

"…"

"…"

"You… should reword that."

"Reword what?"

Sighing, the popular trainee turned to face the dancer's back.

"Nevermind. If you aren't comfortable, I can sleep outside."

"Just weird," Taemeng stated and turned to the older male.

Face close, the dancer shut his eyes and thinned his lips. Never once did he ever needed his parents to sleep on his bed or he slept on theirs. Also, both Kaiden and himself had a twin bed. They were not skinny and small like Heeang and Mikey. He was muscular and Kaiden… Well, the popular trainee was not small. He soon heard soft breathing and he opened his eyes to see Kaiden had fallen asleep.

Exhaling through his nose, he relaxed his shoulders and tried to sleep. Tomorrow he would find out if he made it into the group. He prayed that he did.

When Shun woke up, he was the first to wake and he felt groggy until his eyes looked over at his friends. He stood before them trying his hardest not to laugh. Shun was biting his grin. His blue eyes were staring at the two sleeping dancers and he wished he had a camera in his hands right now.

'TaeKai or KaiTae or TaeDen or KaiMeng… Ah, they look so handsome,' Shun sighed with a smile, 'They should make manwhas of you two! Ah~ So, so handsome.'

"What are you doing, Shun?" Mikey yawned loudly and the noncouple he was staring at were stirring awake.

Shun shushed the trainee as he continued to watch his friends like watching a movie. Lashes fluttered before brown eyes and golden eyes stared at one another. Their noses were so close that a twitch would touch them. Shun watched the redness dusted over their cheeks and ears as they pulled apart. Arms wrapped around the other and legs tangled, both ended up falling over the edges of the bed at opposite ends.

Shun laughed loudly and had to walk out of the room before he woke everyone up.

'Ah! If I could draw, I would draw them! Imagine all the fan shippers!'

The television in the living room flickered and he saw Prince Peter's face.

'Good morning, Prince Peter. Where had you been?'

"Good morning, Prince Shun. Would you like to see your status?"

'I would like to know where you've been.'

"You have not called for me."

'I did.'

"No."

'Yes.'

"No."

'Seriously…' Shun frowned and crossed his arms, 'Fine. Give me status.'

"Health 82%. Stress 69%. Reached level 4 Singing- Perfect Pitch. Singing level 4/4 completed. Singing ability 57%. Dancing ability 47%. Dancing level 3/4. Confidence 76%. Charisma 49%. Memory 43%. Fans accumulated fans 32422/ 1,000,000. Wish to see overall status?"

'Yes.'

"38%."

'Any new tasks?'

"No new tasks."

Shun went to sit down before the television and frowned slightly.

'Is there something wrong? Am I messing up or something?'

"You are on the right path."

'But?'

"Nothing."

Shun sighed and stared at the face of Prince Peter. He found his lips curling and the face mimicked him. There was no way he would be able to stay mad at that handsome face. He was such a sucker for them!

'Shun! You are surrounded by handsome men! Get yourself together!'

He reprimanded himself, but all that came out was a loving sigh. This earned a laughter from Prince Peter and it made his heart danced. Ah, he truly missed this perfect prince like-

The image of a pinkette at the kitchen laughing softly at him entered his mind.

'Ah Jin…'

He heard the host's voice and his ears perked up.

'Thank you, Prince Peter. Please go away now.'

"Good luck, Prince Shun."

Smiling, he inwardly giggled. Ah, could anyone blame him for acting like a child given candy?

'Lots of eye candies…'

"Results are in. Please head to the car and meet at the roof."

Shaking his head, he turned to see Mikey staring at him while eating a jerky. Mikey who once had black hair, now sported burgundy hair. His brown eyes just blinked at him and Shun wondered if the boy was worried. Getting off the couch, he smiled over at the boy to greet him, but Mikey spoke up.

"Shun, you are weird."

"…"

"You're like… smiling and giggling at the blank tv and you kept shaking your head. Are you okay?"

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