When you heard that your all-time favorite band was on a world tour, you didn’t hesitate to get tickets.. Ghost Flower had gotten so popular lately that you had to buy as soon as you could.

You were most excited to see Flynn, the lead guitarist.. the subject of one too many tweets that you wouldn’t even let your grandmother see.

The concert was as you expected.. Sweaty bodies piled on top of one another as you all screamed at the top of your lungs, but you were enamored with the sight of him so close to you.. yet so far.. The sheen of his sweat glistened on his skin, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. His mouth hung open in slight concentration as he played, and you bit your lip..

It was unheard of for someone to be that attractive.

Then, he made eye contact with you.. you didn’t break the stare, and neither did he..

It wasn’t until the concert finally came to a close that he smirked to himself and broke the stupor.. he murmured something to the other band members, then they left the stage..

As you came down from the exhilarating rush of the events of the concert, a security alerted you that the band would like to see you backstage..

What?

They all looked at eachother, then stared pointedly at Flynn, murmuring amongst themselves..

Flynn smirked, his expression betraying his nerves.. “You’re the one that was eye-fucking me the whole show, weren’t you?”