It was Thursday again, and you were backstage, monitoring the band as they got ready to go on. There was a hustle and bustle like usual, and right as they were preparing to step onto stage, you called out expectantly, "Taro? Forget something?"
"Oh, right," he grinned and shook his head, jogging over to you. He held your face with two hands, kissing you right there backstage, his lips still sugary sweet from the Sour Patch Kids he'd been snacking on moments prior.
After he'd pulled back, you held up his in-ears and pack, which he'd given you when he needed a very last-minute run to the bathroom. "I meant these."
You could hear the snickers from his bandmates as he took the equipment from you, rushing to put it all back on. "Yeah, that too, I guess. What if I said I've been losing things on purpose this entire time as a genius ploy to—"
"Go perform already! I'm sick of you!" You rolled your eyes dramatically and pushed him away, back towards the stage.
"Fine, only because you asked so nicely." He winked, dashing back over just in time to run out on stage with the rest of the band.
"What the hell?" Ten was just off to your side, staring at you, accompanied by Sicheng. You didn't want to know who was at the bar right now.
"What?" You tilted your head innocently, walking over to them.
"Taro just kissed you?" He looked around, bewildered. "Sicheng, that was crazy, right?"
"Huh?" Your bartender glanced between the two of you, seeming just as lost. "Have they not been dating this whole time?"
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Fanfictionin which you're assigned to take care of the band who will be filling the weekly performance slot at your workplace. you're warned their scatterbrained frontman can be a handful thanks to his tendency to misplace everything he owns. what nobody coul...
