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

Shun walked forward and stumbled. Why was he dizzy? Is the witch controlling this?! If so, that witch better realize that he, Shun Nottingale, is an excellent swordsman! His big brother told him so!

“You have a fever.”

Those words were whispered and he nuzzled against the bare curve of milky neck. His mouth parted breathing out puffs of hot air, and his fingers clutched to the silky blouse. Yet, his blue eyes kept staring at the female with long black hair and pretty brown eyes. She looked worriedly at him and reached out to touch his arm. He let her. Shun was not a rude person, but his stomach was twisting with anger at her for even-

“Come, Shun.”

He was pulled away and manuevered out of the restaurant where people were watching, taking pictures, calling out their names, but Shun felt he was in a daze. If it were for the hands holding him steady, he was sure his noodle legs would give out. He tried to smile and waved, tried to push the hate away. Entering the car that pulled to the front, he crawled on the seat with his head sliding on the leather seat. Crawling until his head touched the other side of the car, he laid mumbling nonsense.

When the door closed and they headed to the hospital, Jin stared at the pulled up partition for a moment. Glancing beside him, all he saw was… butt. Flushing slightly, Jin cleared his throat and leaned forward to find Shun’s eyes staring blankly.

“Shun, sit properly.”

“Msophss.”

“What?”

The silver haired man groaned and whimpered. Sighing, Jin quirked his lip and placed a palm on the butt, gaining an intake of breath. He rubbed Shun’s behind a few times before slipping it under the man’s shirt. His fingers glided over the sweaty back and the pinkette frowned.

‘When did the fever came and why did Shun not tell anyone?’

“Ah,” Shun moaned and swayed his hips, “J… Jin…”

“Shun,” Suu Jin slid his fingers from under the wet shirt and smacked Shun’s bottom lightly, earning a yelp, “Sit up so I can kiss you.”

Shun perked up and sat up quickly, but he groaned trying to right himself. His brain felt like it was just shaken around. Palms cupped his face and he blinked slowly at the beauty before him. There was something about Jin that Shun just… he just wish he could wrap around him and never let him go.

‘Am I… Able to take him with me… back to my kingdom?’

That is something he would need to ask the witch. He wasn’t sure if he could even forget the pinkette and he would die a lonely death.

‘Prince Peter… He is different… Suu Jin… he is just…’

Jin placed his forehead against Shun and hummed softly.

‘Huh? This… How does he know… Mother’s lullaby…?’ Shun was drifting and he wanted to keep his eyes on Suu Jin, but they were too heavy for him to lift.

The last thing he remembered was the feel of lips on his.

Holding Shun close to him, Jin stared out of his tinted windows and ran his fingers through silver locks. They arrived at the hospital and when he tried to pull away from Shun, the man only held on tighter with a scrunched face. He offered an apologetic smile to the nurses and doctors, picking Shun up bridal style. He carried the silver haired male to where a room secluded from the rest due to their celebrity status.

He maneuvered out of doctors and staffs, so many that he inwardly frowned. Just because they were famous, they ought to care for the other patients as well! They were not special whether they were idols or not.

“Jin,” Shun whimpered and his green eyes stared at the sweating idol.

“It is alright. Go to sleep. Rest. I will be here.”

Just whispering those words, the grip on him loosened and the man followed his instructions. Smiling to himself, he backed away to make a call to his manager.

During this time, news broke across the internet and magazines. “What is Suu Jin’s relationship with new idol Xiong Shun?!” “Suu Jin Perfect Idol caring for little brother.” “Aren’t they too close?” “Who is this Xiong Shun?”

Their fan accounts were in uproar. Suu Jin’s loyal obsessive fans had gone into a flurry of love for their idol prince being kind in comments, forums, and videos. Then, like a match to a flame, someone mentioned Suu Jin’s sexuality and they went into an uproar. Like wildfire, they were loud, spread quickly, and burned anything in their way.

Shun’s fan account was praising Suu Jin as well for being a nice idol, but quickly the protagonist’s fans were in an uproar when someone mentioned Xiong Shun was evil for turning the idol prince. They too were burning through the masses and clashed right into Suu Jin’s fans.

For Suu Jin, he didn’t even look online or even looked at his phone. He had told his manager what happened to Shun and he would take time away to spend with his friend. Manager Yaotzu was not happy, but he decided to calm the excess of articles coming out about his client. Speaking to a reporter he trusted on the situation, the article posted, showing Jin as a kind gentleman and would sacrifice for his friends.

Somehow, it stroked more fire as more articles released from a source in the hospital. “Where is Symmony?” “Breaking News! Xiong Shun leaving the group Symmony!” “Group does not care about their leader.” “Xiong Shun selfishness is hurting the group, Symmony.” Not only that, but the fan forums were going crazy posting their own insinuation, spreading rumors, and spreading gossips.

Where was Shun’s best friends?

Unfortunately, during this whole ordeal, Wen Dong, Ping Ping, and the new established group was busy preparing everything for a debut. From taking pictures, singing in the studio, and dancing, they had agreed to turn off their phones to focus better. Who could blame them? They were focused and ready to join Shun in the spotlight like their promise.

And his group? What about the members of Symmony?

Well, they were busy themselves. Currently with the girls from Shinny Dolls, they were waiting for Producer Wang and Manager Bon to finish their argument in the recording room. They couldn’t hear them, but they could see the veins and the scowls.

“Do you think they are alright? I don’t want to impose on them or anything,” Star with her shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes worried.

The sweet one in the group went to sit beside Taemeng biting her nail. Golden eyes stared at her and she nervously pulled her nail out of her mouth.

“Ah, sorry. I am just nervous.”

“Don’t apologize,” the dancer offered a small smile, “They are fine.”