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

At the end of the day, Ping had stated his cousin, Suu Jin would be free to help him for a few days. Getting the address and phone number, Shun thanked his little friend and parted ways with everyone. Going to the parking lot, he couldn't help seeing the old white beat up car.

'I hope it doesn't break down on me,' Shun started the car and it spluttered a few times before the car started. Letting out a relieved sigh, he drove back to his apartment. When he got there, he took a shower before pacing his bedroom. His phone was in his hands as he tried to figure out how to ask Suu Jin when they could meet.

"Hi Suu Jin, Ah Ping said you said yes. When do we start?" He questioned before shaking his head and pitching his voice higher, "Hey there Ah Jin! When can we meet up?"

Rubbing his face, he fell onto his bed with his face to the ceiling. Xiong Shun did not know much about Suu Jin, except that he was Ping Ping's cousin.

'Didn't Wen Dong say the man was an idol?'

Deciding to search Suu Jin up, he was overwhelmed by the amount of pictures, blogs, videos, and articles on him. Quickly exiting it off his phone, he shook his head. If he were to look into it, he would end up with 0 confidence from feeling intimidated.

*Stress 50% -> 57%*

Ignoring the screen, he took a deep breath and called the number Ping gave him. Each sound of the ring brought his stress up 1 percent and he felt himself sweating from where he sat. Standing up, he paced and was about to hang up but-

"Yes."

"…"

"…"

Shun found his face warming from the soft even tone, like a beautiful angel.

"I'm hanging up."

"W… Wait!"

"…"

Shun took a deep breath and exhaled away from the speaker.

"Hi. This is Shun."

It was quiet at the other end for a moment.

"Shun from the Zhi and Mei studio?"

"Ah, yeah. Ah Ping said you agreed to help me. I am very grateful, Senior Jin."

"Mm. Are you free tomorrow? I will be free at 08:00 until 13:00 before my photoshoot."

"Yes! Where do you want to meet?"

"My place. I'll text you my address. Don't give it away."

"I promise."

"Alright. See you tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Shun pulled the phone away and felt the relief wash all over his body. He slid down the side of his bed and leaned his head back. Eyes closed and arms wide open, he grinned and knew he would definitely be chosen with both Tee and Suu Jin's help.

The sound of a ding alerted him to look at his phone. He received the address and his grin widened when he saw his stress level was back at 50%.

'Perfect.'

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Driving up to the gate, Shun paused before the black metal and looked over at a well suited man.

"Name."

"Uh, Xiong Shun."

The man nodded and relayed to someone to open the gates. He pulled up and parked his car before the entrance. Walking up the front door, he was well aware there were a few people watching him. Swallowing down his nerves, he knocked on the door.

"Name," a female's voice questioned from the other side of the door.

"Xiong Shun," he answered, "Um, Suu Jin said he'd help me with my singing today."

It was quiet for a moment before the door opened. The female had dark red hair and brown eyes. She was petite and dressed in what looked to be a sailor uniform from the anchor symbol. She was frowning at him and looking up and down his body, assessing him for some strange reason.

"Shun," the angelic soft voice sounded and he looked over to see Suu Jin.

Pink hair, green eyes, skin the color of soft cream, and the beautiful man was wearing an outfit of a prince. To Shun, it was fitting. Suu Jin was a prince. Did he somehow come to this world like Shun did? Was Suu Jin from his world?

"Come in. Nina, tell the others I said hello."

"Sure. I'll be sure to keep the photoshoot clean," the female smirked and left with a quick nod at Shun.

Forcing his straight legs to move, he was afraid to touch anything. Every room was decorated and the colors complimented one another effortlessly. He saw Suu Jin smile at him and headed toward a room with a beautiful white piano in the middle of the room.

He watched the prince sit down at the piano and he moved to stand beside the handsome idol.

"Ah Ping said you have potential and you took great care of him while I was away. It is nice to finally meet you, Shun. Thank you for caring for him," Suu Jin bowed at his seat.

"It's… it's no problem," he cleared his throat and tried to inwardly wipe the redness off his cheeks.

"Well, let me hear a song and we can work on it."

Nodding Shun began singing a ballad of two people missing the chance at love. He closed his eyes and thought back to when he was a prince in his kingdom. There was a prince from the bordering kingdom that he fancied. The prince was always kind to him and made sure he was always fine. Each press of hand on his arm or back brought the happiness burst into his heart.

"Will we ever know how it would end, where we could be? Oh~ Lost chances."

Opening his eyes, he saw green eyes staring at him intensely and he did his best to hold onto the stare. Suu Jin turned to play keys on the piano and he found he could breath a little easier. He listened to the beat of the melody and smiled.

"Just a simple touch, made me filled with butterflies~ Only if we didn't lose…. Last chance."

Shun was staring. He didn't care. How could anyone not stare at Suu Jin when he sings?! That angelic voice was a gift and Shun sent a prayer to the Gods for blessing his ears. He saw the smile on the idol's face as the music stopped.

"You sing it better than me," Jin turned to him and he found his face beating red.