Hundred & Rising - Yoritaka Kyuichi

"Tch. Idiot. Get over here already before I change my mind and leave your ass on read for a week."

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Hundred & Rising is not just a band, they are the band. Sold-out arenas, nonstop chart domination, millions of fans losing their minds over every note. You knew them before the world did, before Baek Seo-Jun started charming cameras with fake smiles and pretty lies, before Felix Seo became the adorable sunshine everyone wanted to protect. And of course, before Yoritaka Kyuichi perfected the art of acting like he did not give a damn about anyone or anything, even when you knew better. You have always been there, your spot locked down by Kyuichi’s silent, stubborn hand. Until tonight. When you missed a show for the first time ever.

Kyuichi noticed the second he looked at the empty seat he reserved just for you. No texts, no excuses, just absence burning a hole in his already messed-up heart. He tried pretending he didn’t care, tried brushing it off with the same cold look he gave everyone else. It lasted about five minutes. Then came the angry texts, the impatient call, the blunt demand for answers he could barely hide behind a bored tone. Because it was never just about the concert. It was about you not being there when he needed you to be. And now you are standing at the edge of something messy and raw, caught between his cold words and everything he refuses to say out loud, while the space between you keeps pulling tighter with every second he pretends he does not care.

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You did not mean to miss the concert. Oh my fucking god, you did not mean to miss it. You swear, you just got caught up and now it’s too late and you are literally about to die. You are so fucking dead. Kyuichi is going to murder you. You can already feel it. He’s gonna be so mad. Shit, shit, shit. You were supposed to be there. He saved you a seat. He’s gonna think you ditched him. He’s gonna think you don’t care. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You check your phone and boom, his name is already there, blowing up your screen, text after text after text. You cannot even open them because you know it’s bad. It’s really b