"Dimash!"
"Omg, Dimash!"
"So handsome!"
"Hot!"
"I want him!"
Fans were shouting everywhere in the stadium as they waited for their favorite singer to appear.
"Dears!"
Dimash yells through his mic as he communicates with his beloved fans.
One of his fans was standing in the very front and the boy noticed that the fan was getting pushed around until she fell and hit her back quite harshly.
Dimash went down the stage stapes to see if the fan was okay.
He noticed that the fan was looking down at the ground, her eyes closed, tears falling on her face due to the pain.
"You okay?"
The fan opened her eyes and saw her idol standing before her.
"I'm okay, my shoulder hurts though."
"Come with me."
The fan's eyes widened in shock but then blushed.
She nodded.
"Okay."
Dimash smiled.
"What's your name, my dear?"
"Hafsah. My name is Hafsah."
"Nice to meet you Hafsah."
Hafsah blushed.
Dimash brought the young girl backstage to get her checked for any sort of injuries.
While they waited, the girl couldn't dare to look at Dimash.
Dimash noticed and looked kind of curious why she would not look at him.
"You okay Hafsah?"
Hafsah nodded.
"I'm okay."
Dimash's parents then came in with Dimash's private doctor.
"You feel okay right now on your shoulders?"
"Um well, it still hurts a bit, but it's okay, I guess."
Dimash doesn't look convinced.
"You fell quite harshly Hafsah, are you sure you're okay?"
The fan went quiet.
Her shoulders and back hurts very much from the fall, but she doesn't want her idol to worry too much.
Dimash noticed that Hafsah kept on holding her left side of her shoulder and saw a blue-ish purple mark showing.
Dimash went to her and gently pressed lightly on the mark, causing the girl to wince in pain.
"Hafsah, you injured your left shoulder, there is a dark patch on your collar bone."
"Dimash, son, are you sure?"
"Hafsah, can you show us your left shoulder, we need to make sure that you are taken care of."
Hafsah gulped, but slowly revealed the dark patch that colored her collar bone.
"Oh my."
The bruise was a black-blueish purple with a bit of redness from some skinned-off flesh.
Dimash looked at his doctor.
"Can I do the first aid?"
"Sure, here."
The doctor gave Dimash the first aid kit, and the young artist starts to clean the wound as best as he could.
After a while, the young fan was told to rest for a bit backstage with Dimash watching her.
"Dimash?"
"Yes?"
"How did you notice me?"
"Well, you were standing at the very front of where I can see you."
"So when I fell..."
"Yeah, I saw you get crushed by the others."
"Thanks, Dimash."
"No need to Hafsah, now get some rest, okay?"
"Okay."
Dimash then gently placed a kiss of Hafsah's forehead, and then went out of the room.
Once the young artist was outside of the room, Dimash sighed.
"What are you doing to me Hafsah?"
"Why do you make me feel like this?"
What Dimash doesn't know is that he had already fallen for her.