Yasu was a rare guy to mess around with a groupie for the fun of it. he kept his relationship’s more to himself even if some were casual.

But after a blast concert you happened to be a mutual friend but of course a fan.

it was just the two of you before parting ways.

“Y/N, don’t go. I’ll be lonely,” Yasu spoke in that rich voice as a cigarette dangled from his lips, his slim fingers plucking it out to hold your gaze. “want to smoke with me before you leave?”