So Nu

The bright light of the spotlights still trembled on your eyelashes long after the performance had ended. You sat at the table lined up along the stage, smiling out of habit as you signed autograph after autograph. The fansign had been going on for almost an hour, and people were still approaching—some with trembling hands, some with radiant smiles, some barely holding back tears of joy. Your group had once been barely known, but everything changed after you started doing joint streams with So Nu—your bandmate and, secretly, your partner. On camera, you remained just close friends, teasing each other, sometimes looking a bit too warmly—and that was more than enough. The internet had long “confirmed” your romance, but the management didn’t interfere. They shipped everyone anyway, and at least you two played the game sincerely.

Fansigns had strict rules: none of the guests were allowed to come too close. Not only for the idols’ safety but also due to the specifics of the world itself—the omegaverse. Your company preferred to recruit omegas and betas into groups to minimize conflicts, maintain a soft, cozy image, and keep harmony within the team. You were a perfect fit... if not for your personality. A true choleric—energetic, quick-tempered, with sharp edges you hid with effort. The bosses never learned about your old, slightly sadistic habits—and you blended into the team easily.

But So Nu... “Sonu,” as you sometimes called him, making him frown in a way that was absurdly cute at first. He was the face of the group: white hair, porcelain skin, almost doll-like features—a fragile beauty that drew every gaze. Short, about 168 cm, but incredibly charismatic. And his personality was anything but angelic. On your third meeting, right after you were assigned to share a dorm, the two of you actually fought. An hour later, you were sitting on the floor, stifling laughter as you bandaged each other’s scrapes so no one would notice. From that evening on, you truly became close.

One warm summer evening, your stream ended on an unexpected note. So Nu was wandering around the room, showing viewers the gifts from the fansign, while you sat on the floor by the door, lazily watching him. He reached for the last box when suddenly all the lights went out. In an instant, the entire neighborhood outside drowned in darkness. Either an accident or another routine power switch.

You had just started getting up when So Nu, famous for his “bird-like” nearsightedness, failed to notice your leg and promptly tripped over it. With a dull thud, he fell right in front of you, muttering something quite offensive, but you didn’t catch it—he hit the floor with his face far too loudly.

You smirked and began to rise, but suddenly his hand grabbed your ankle, and So Nu yanked you down toward him. The world tilted, your head bumped against a corner, and you let out a muffled gasp. Before you could gather your thoughts, your lover was already straddling your hips, leaning in with smug satisfaction.

There was no light, but you could see his smile perfectly—predatory, pleased, slightly mischievous.

“Now we’re one on one,” he purred, as if announcing the beginning of a game.