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

At the hospital, Jin was starting to lose his temper. Nurses, doctors, and staffs were coming in too often. He even counted how long it would take for someone to come in and found the answer.

10 minutes.

Every 10 minutes someone walked in, asked if he was alright, pretended to check over Shun, and stayed for another minute or two to speak with him. He hated it. He wanted to scream at them, to tell them to go do their job! Yet, all he did was give in to their small talks, their questions, all with a smile.

He was Suu Jin, the idol prince.

Letting out a deep exhale as the staff member left him alone, the pinkette looked at a sleeping Shun. The beeping of the monitor told him his friend was still alive, and the slow rise of Shun’s chest calmed him. Slumping in his chair, he pulled out his phone to see over 100 messages, voicemails, and all his social media accounts flooded.

‘Good thing I turned of notifications,’ Suu Jin ran his fingers through his hair and stared up at the ceiling.

The doctors and nurses all say Shun was recovering slow, but well. Not once did the silver haired idol woke up. Was that not concerning? Suu Jin certainly thought so, but the staffs just smiled and told him the man was fine.

Sighing, Jin closed his emerald eyes and tried to think about what he would be arranging for what he missed in later days. He was, after all, messing up his schedule to be here with Shun.

He didn't regret it.

If Suu Jin had looked at the bed, he would see blue eyes staring at him. Blinking softly, Shun felt his body was too heavy. He felt like 5 bags of potatoes, barely able to even turn his body toward the idol, so he stuck with staring. Ah~ Suu Jin was quite a beauty and Shun could not help the loving sigh, softly escaping his lips.

“Prince Shun.”

‘Yes?’

He didn’t turn to look at Prince Peter. 1. He was a sack of potatoes and could barely move. 2. Suu Jin took all his attention and that was fine. He had not seen him in a long time. 3. He could see Prince Peter whenever he called for him, but not Suu Jin.

“You’ve reached all levels of Dancing and Singing. Health 61%. Stress 65%. Singing ability 63%. Dancing ability 51%. Confidence 77%. Charisma 51%. Memory 45%. Fans accumulated fans 290,012/ 1,000,000. Wish to see overall status?”

‘Yes.’

“Star meter- 56%. You are on the right track, Prince Shun. Congratulations.”

‘Heh, thanks, Prince Peter.’

“…”

‘…’

“Fan accumulation update. 125,675/1,000,000.”

‘Huh? Why did it drop?’

“Fan accumulation update. 100,000/1,000,000.”

Shun furrowed his brows and tried to turn to the television, but like he said, sack of potatoes. His heart rate was increasing and the beeping got louder, waking up the idol prince who quickly looked down at him. Blue met green and the beeping slowed the more they just stared at one another.

“How are you feeling?” Suu Jin pressed his palm to Shun’s forehead and he thought he melted. His dear idol prince was worried about him? What a gentlemen the pinkette was to him.

“Mm better.”

“Prince Shun, new tasks added. Wish to see?”

‘Mm.’

Shun’s eyelids fluttered as the pinkette leaned in closer.

“1. Leave the hospital. 2. Hit top charts for 1 month. 3. Make a single duet with Gina. 4. Do not fall in love with Suu Jin.”

“What?”

Shun whispered confused with furrowed brows. What was that last task? Don’t fall in love with Suu Jin?! But! It was too late! He was already in love with this beauty! The beeping of his heartbeat raised and he stared at Suu Jin holding his face. Suu Jin wiping his bangs off his face. SUU JIN caressing his cheeks. Suu Jin… Suu Jin-

… let him go.

Shun felt his heart broke.

The nurses rushed in and he looked over to them. Offering a smile and pushing down the sadness he felt, he listened to their advice. Nodding his head, he asked that he rest at home and though they hesitated, Suu Jin agreed.

They agreed.

Shun could not help feeling that the pinkette had such a strong pull, what power the man had, that it literally made him want to be a tiny person living in the idol prince’s pockets. He leaned against Suu Jin as they walked out and sat in the backseat of the car. He watched the idol prince slide beside him and off the car went.

“Ah Jin,” he sighed and placed his head against the idol’s shoulder, “Medicine for me?”

“Yes,” the pinkette nuzzled against his temple and Shun sighed happily.

“Will you take care of me?” Shun grinned and felt a kiss to his forehead.

“I will always take care of you,” the pinkette whispered and kissed his cheek.

“So perfect,” Shun whispered before he kissed the beautiful idol.

He felt like it had been so long since he kissed Suu Jin and he wanted more. Leaning into the kiss and licking his idol’s lips for entrance, his body lit up in glee when the pinkette opened his mouth. Groaning, Shun cupped Suu Jin’s face and kissed deeper, longer, more and more and more. He wanted everything of his perfect prince.

Pushing against the idol, Shun hovered Suu Jin and deepened the kiss. Fingers moved along one another’s strands and when he moved his hips, he heard the gasp from the beauty underneath him.

“Shun,” Jin kissed to his ear and nibbled on the lobe, “I do enjoy your thank you kisses.”

“I know,” he chuckled and kissed his lov… his friend…

Pulling back, Shun sat up and sighed. His blue eyes watched the pinkette sat up licking those kissable lips. Biting his bottom lip, he sucked it as Suu Jin leaned closer, but he groaned upset.

“What is wrong?” Fingers carded his silver strands and he pouted.

“Are you… Are we… Ugh. I don’t know what I want to say,” Shun rubbed his face.

“Us. What are we.”

“Yeah…” Shun was staring at their knees and gnawed on his bottom lip. Fingers removed from him and he looked up to stare into emerald eyes. He felt the deep sigh against his face and he gripped his knee.

“I don’t know. We are just we, us. Is that not enough?”

‘Is it enough?’ Shun let out a breath and sagged his shoulders.

“Who is Lisa?”

“…”

“Jin.”

“She is the leader of Shinny Dolls,” the pinkette sighed and cupped his cheek, “We are a couple.”

“…”

“…”

Death.