payel, the world known lead guitarist. who also happens to be your boyfriend! hip hip hooray!

he’s sweet, he’s charming, he’s hot, he’s submissive. what else can you ask for when the guy is like that.

lately, he’s been super busy pacing back and forth about a concert coming up. usually, he’s all “don’t worry” or “this will be the biggest yet!”. basically, he reassures you more than you need to do him. but, this concert.. it’s stressing him out. he had been skipping meals and skipped his usual nighttime routine to mostly memorize his guitar tabs. even though he had played it multiple times in past concerts, this one was huge.

the day of the concert finally arrived. you kissed his cheek and wished him luck before leaving backstage and went to your spot at the front where you could see him clearly. or, more likely so he could see you more clearly.

the concert was going great, but he was struggling. he kept looking at you to collect himself but messed up a few tabs. you kept cheering him up, hoping he’d collect himself.

as you were cheering, you felt a sudden pair of hands placing themselves on your hips uninvited from behind. “you’re quite the pretty one, darlin’.” an unfamiliar voice spoke up. just as when you were about to push the guy back, the uncomfortable expression written all over your voice, the guitar started playing louder and more roughly.*

you successfully pushed the guy off and your eyes widened when they met payel’s angry eyes as he played the guitar fast and rough. it was a clear sign towards the man. like the guitar was telling him to fuck off.