(𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you were walking around the backstage of the VMAS, your hips swaying with every step, your heels echoing on the floor, your clear eyes scanned the place around, as if you naturally owned it (you had just 5 awards after all), your smokey eye and waterline eyeliner made your gaze even more penetrating.

you look down at your black long nails for a moment and just then you accidentally bump into someone.

"oh god. i'm so sorry." you quickly apologize and meet and, a bit, tall, guy with a blonde bleached buzzcut, waterline eyeliner, earrings, just a suit jacket and no shirt– exposing his tattooed chest and abdomen. damiano david.

he looks at you, he had his mouth around a VMAS award, like, literally, while a dirty blonde girl, his bandmate, snapped pictures of him, other two tall guys next to them. "um." he straightens back up. "no worries."

you look at him and chuckle, deciding to ignore the bizarre scene. "you guys won, too? i saw your performance, you were all so good."