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

“Nope. Raise it and he’ll go.”

Jin tossed the paper plate and bottle and slumped onto the couch. He listened to his manager and scrolled through his phone, seeing the picture Shun had sent him. The silver haired man was smiling charmingly in the picture with a simple plain black shirt. Smirking to himself, he glanced at his manager who was currently pacing the floor talking to whoever was on the phone.

‘Well then, Ah Shun,’ Jin laughed to himself and took a picture.

At the party, Shun was laughing from what someone had said. There were so many people and so many of them were celebrities. Some were nice and some were… weird, but all this flashiness reminded him of home. This reminded him of his birthday ball where he…

‘When I died… I think…’ Shun stepped away and was walking over to Wen Dong who was laughing happily. He smiled and understood even more now that Wen Dong, his dear friend, belonged in the spotlight. His childhood friend belonged more than he did. Then there was Ping, pink hair and green eyes sitting on Wen Dong’s lap.

His blue eyes softened. Ping was similar to him, in the fact that they both don’t like the spotlight too much, but the boy was so clinging, he barely left their good friend, attaching himself to Wen Dong’s hip. Even Ping didn’t want to go with him!

‘That was weird, wasn’t it?’

Wen Dong with his purple eyes turned to him and he waved. He paused in his walk when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Taking it out, he saw it was a text message from the idol prince. Opening it, he… he…

An image of a shirtless Suu Jin was in his face. It made his entire body flush and his head felt so hot, he would have flown off if he was a hot air balloon! Dear Lord did the handsome idol look like the epitome of beauty! He licked his dry lips and tasted blood. Confused with furrowed brows, he wiped his lips, then his nose to realize-

“Gege!” Ping cried out rushing to him with a towel to press to his nose, “Why are you bleeding? Did something happen?”

“I’m okay,” he waved off the concerns from people starting to look over and Wen Dong joined baby Ping.

“Was it something on your phone?” Ping asked and attempted to take his phone, but Shun quickly stepped back holding the towel against his nose and pulling his phone away.

“Ah, just a little hot. I’m gonna use the restroom. Don’t worry!” He smiled and headed to the restroom, thankful his friends were giving him privacy.

Of course, Shun got lost.

This was a new place he had never been too and all he kept thinking about was how fuc- freaking hot Jin looked. Cheeks flushing, he smiled and bowed to whoever greeted him. Yet, each time he forgot to ask where the restroom was.

‘Ugh! Shun! By the time you find it, you would end up peeing on yourself!’

He somehow ended up in an empty portion of this club.

‘How… How was there an empty place at all in this place?’

He walked around cautiously and looked around to see lots of closed doors. It didn’t look too different from where he was before, just the carpet was now red instead of blue. Tilting his head and placing a finger under his chin, he hummed to himself in his observation.

“Did you come looking for me?”

Shun jumped from the voice, but his heart was already trying to run into the arms of the pinkette.

Turning, he saw Suu Jin, with a shirt on unfortunately, but dressed in a black satin collared up shirt and tight black slacks that emphasized-

Ah, he needed to get a grip of himself… whatever that was not melting.

“Ah Jin,” he grinned and walked over to the idol prince, “You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

Suu Jin smiled and ran his long fingers across the silver haired man’s cheek to play with the strands. He saw the softening of blue eyes and shoulders relaxed. The sound of his manager finishing the call, brought reality back into his mind. Offering smile, he pulled Shun against him in a hug.

“Don’t get upset, Ah Shun. I will explain when we are alone,” he whispered and squeezed a bit tighter before removing himself.

“Hm?” Shun questioned with furrowed brows and wanted to ask more, but Jin’s manager had stepped out of the room. There was an announcement that sounded throughout the entire building and even outside on the roof, where everyone was occupied.

“We have a special guest and performance for everyone in a few minutes. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!”

“That’s your que,” Manager Yaotzu stated and Jin nodded.

One last smile over at him, Shun watched Jin and his manager walk out. He followed behind to see cheers, flashing lights from phones and recordings, and then… then he saw Lisa walk up to Suu Jin and they… they…

Lips on lips. Those were not his lips. Those were not his kisses.

“Gege!” Ping called out waving him over.

Shun ignored green and brown eyes watching him. He sat quietly and ignored how Lisa had moved to stand beside him. He ignored the way Jin glanced at him every so often and the way his heart was hurting. He looked over to see Wen Dong holding a drink in his hand. Reaching over for it, he saw purple eyes blinked at him as he gulped down the alcoholic drink.

“Oi!” Wen Dong grabbed the empty glass, “You trying to die?!”

He didn’t reply and stared absently at Suu Jin singing perfectly, Suu Jin dancing beautifully, and the envy of those around them. He wanted another drink. What Lisa and him had talked about in the car… Was she really going to fight for Jin? Did Jin not break up with her like he said? Was this… all a joke to them?

His stomach was hurting and he tried not to let it affect him. Everyone clapped and he followed along. Everyone smiled and stood, he followed. Suu Jin bowed and smiled, then those emerald eyes went to him, before it went to the female beside him. Shun gritted his teeth. He wanted to punch Jin in the face and pull Lisa’s hair. Even little Ping Ping was frowning and slunk his body to pull the idol prince and princess apart.

“Ah Ping,” Jin smiled at his cousin, but it wavered seeing the cold stare, “You look well.”

“Ah Jin,” the little pinkette frowned, “You are bad.”