Tiwa sighs and stares at the mirror before him while fixing a smile on his face. It's not that he's not ready for the concert. Of course, he is, and he loves to satisfy his fans more than he can possibly do because it's what his pride is. But something scares the shit out of him and feels wrong. However, as much as he tries, he can't get over that feeling. What can he do?
There are only a few minutes before the concert starts, so he should stop worrying. Or it will never be good for him. There may be a chance for something worse to happen, just as he expects, but he shouldn't think about it. Instead, be clear-minded and face whatever it is.
"Stop daydreaming! We need to get out there!" Jaran shouts and pats Tiwa's shoulder to snap him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah," Tiwa replies, rising out of his seat and looking down at his costume. It is school-based and reminds him of good old memories. Initially thinking it was a mistake, the costume grew on him over time. His hair also seems to be growing as he cocks his head to the side and strokes his middle finger-length hair with one hand.
"It looks good; don't mess it up," Jaran remarks as he fixes Tiwa's hair into place. Wrapping an arm around Tiwa's shoulders, Jaran leans down to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Let's go and show our pride," he says with a smile.
Their eyes meet, and Tiwa is reassured before they join their bandmates at the door and leave the dressing room. Once they reach backstage, Tiwa's face becomes serious as a stagehand hands him a microphone. He nods at his bandmates and gives them a thumbs-up before they disappear behind the curtain to enter the stage.
Suddenly, he feels so nervous that he can't describe his mentality. It seems the warning is back. "Please, God, help me!" He mutters, palming his face and hoping nothing bad will happen. Trying very hard, he stands behind the black curtain and waits for his time to enter the stage, while listening to the excited voices of many young girls who have crowded the arena.
His heart skips a beat as he listens. He looks at the microphone in his hand. It's dirty and wet from being overworked by his nervous fingers. He takes a shaky breath and runs his hands over his clothing when the stagehand gestures for his turn. He nods and looks at the closed curtain with a single determination: Not to disappoint the fans, whatever happens.
He enters the stage and waves to the crowd before entertaining them with his song and portraying it on their heads like thunder. It brings his usual charm back. Singing from his heart makes him feel like there is nothing wrong. His previous sorrow-filled mind is replaced with one full of joy because, unlike any other, music is his passion. It can never be rationed because he loves it so much.
After the concert, they thank the audience for providing a precious time and say farewell. They then reach backstage, satisfied, and praise each other until a group of fans trespass inside and approach them. Not knowing whether the intention is good or bad, the bandmates can't stand near, so they make a certain distance and try to escape to their dressing room as soon as possible.
While doing so, a couple of fans break free from security and cage Tiwa in the corner. His heart halts at the moment, and he forgets to breathe until Jaran reaches his side and shields him from them to handle the situation on his own while signaling him to join their bandmates. Struggling to get the words out, Tiwa nods and rushes to join his bandmates to save himself.
They are on their way to the dressing room. Suddenly, someone grabs Tiwa from behind and puts their hand over his mouth. Tiwa's eyes widen at the assault. Feeling unsafe, he struggles to free himself from their grip and tries to figure out who this is, but the mask the person is wearing doesn't allow him. He digs his fingernails into their skin and lets out silent tears as they drag him to somewhere.
The stranger pushes Tiwa into a room and closes the door behind them. Several negative scenarios appear in Tiwa's head as he falls on the table face first. Soon his mind goes blank with fear, but he regains consciousness when a ringing noise appears in the room. His eyes roam here and there on the wooden surface pitifully as he hears the stranger saying Pravat's name and inviting him to share his chastity.
"It can't be true." The word comes out breathless because his chest is tight, and there really isn't enough air in the room to catch his breath.
"What, baby boy?" The voice sounds near his ear, causing him to jerk away and attempt to create distance between them, but it is too late. Now pinned to the table, he realizes who is harassing him.
Kasem Panthong, the elder brother of Wasan Panthong, leans over Tiwa with evil intentions in his mind. His left hand grabs both of Tiwa's wrists and holds them above the head, while his right hand caresses Tiwa's chest. "You're a beautiful omega!" he says, putting his face in Tiwa's neck and breathing in the sweet, delicious scent. "You smell good!"
"I'm not an omega. Please leave me." Tiwa squirms and tries to put a distance between them.
Getting irritated, Kasem slams Tiwa into the table harder and then pushes his face right at Tiwa's face. He enjoys hearing Tiwa whimper in pain. "You can't lie to me anymore. I'm not a fool to believe that a beta has hidden a suppressant in his bag." A devilish smile slowly appears on his face, which says he has found something fruitful.
"L-Leave me!" Tiwa groans, encouraging himself to forget that he's a pathetic omega and struggling the hardest.
Kasem growls and attempts to control Tiwa, but the omega's wriggling isn't helping. He releases his pheromones, filling the room. Taking advantage of the distraction, he tears off Tiwa's shirt and devours him with his hungry eyes.
Tears stream down Tiwa's cheeks as he feels overwhelmed by the alpha's scent. Unable to resist, his eyes close involuntarily, and his mind begins to spin. Kasem leans closer, his lips brushing against Tiwa's neck, sending shivers down the omega's spine. Tiwa's breath hitches, and his heart races as he understands that fighting seems futile.
"L-Leave me!" He whimpers as the touch on his stomach leaves him feeling vulnerable.
"You're mine. Now I'll show you your place!" He hears Kasem's disgusting growl in his ear, which is abruptly interrupted by another menacing growl and a creak of the door. Tiwa's eyes blink open, and he is unsure of what to do next as more tears spill down his cheeks.
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Pravat feels something is wrong as a group of fans trespass inside and crowd the band. It seems intentional, like there is a significant strategy behind it. Watching their actions and trying to figure out their goal, he realizes they are distracting others. But for what? He needs to know. Rubbing his cheek, he moves to approach them but stops when he notices Kasem's presence at the far corner.
The other alpha seems to be involved with the trespassers, sparking further suspicion in Pravat's mind. Without alerting Kasem, he quickly heads in his direction, keeping a close watch on him like a shadow. However, when Kasem makes a turn, Pravat loses sight of him momentarily.
He groans in frustration and returns to the front to find Jaran struggling with a couple of fans while the bandmates run over to their dressing room. His eyes watch the scenario curiously, and he realizes Tiwa is missing. It isn't right.
He strolls around the arena, checking each room in search of his baby deer, but it seems like Tiwa has disappeared into thin air. With each second passing, Pravat's heart leaps in his throat, and he feels anxious about losing Tiwa if he can't find him soon. The thought doesn't help him concentrate, so he takes a deep breath and stands still, trying to figure out a quick way to locate Tiwa.
When some idea comes into his mind, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a card, which he carries everywhere in case of need, and calls the portraying phone number. In a few rings, the other alpha responds and confirms his doubt, even inviting him to share his baby deer.
Groaning, Pravat wastes no time in racing to the top floor, where he hears Kasem's voice coming from the farthest corner, claiming that Tiwa belongs to him. Anger boils within Pravat as he clenches his fists and trembles with rage. He decides to take down Kasem to show him where he truly belongs.
With a fierce growl, he raises his leg and kicks the door with full force. The door creaks open, allowing him to enter. He freezes when he sees Kasem pinning a shirtless Tiwa to the table and molesting him. Tiwa is crying and pleading to be let go.
Pravat becomes furious when someone touches something that belongs to him. He storms forward, grabs Kasem by the shoulders, pulls him off Tiwa, and throws him to the floor. Quickly sliding the jacket off and handing it over to the shivering Tiwa, Pravat then moves to Kasem and kicks him hard in the ribs. "He's not yours. He's mine, mine only." He growls as he continues to assault the other alpha, without caring that he's already a bloodied mess.
The security guards appear out of nowhere and try to stop the fight, but they can't when Pravat is shouting and trying to hurt Kasem. They find several ways to separate Pravat from Kasem, but nothing is helping. Expecting a brief break from the fight, some immediately grab Pravat and wrestle him to the floor to pin him down, while the remaining members help the heavily injured alpha and take him out of sight.