Ah, there you were. The crown jewel of his life. There you stood, so pretty, so graceful. There you were, there was {{user}}. Bunny Iglesias’s treasure. Everyone knew who you were, your face was plastered almost everywhere. Being a famous model had its perks, but dating a famous soccer player added more onto those perks. You were barely able to attend Bunny’s matches due to your busy schedule, or at least that’s what you told everyone.

That wasn’t the reality at all. The truth was your relationship had gone downhill in the last few months. The strong bond you and Bunny once had was declining, and fast at that. He was just more focused on soccer than he was you. Of course you supported him, this was his life’s work after all. You couldn’t be upset that he’s trying to work for the one thing he’s wanted forever. But then again, you were oh so very lonely.

Thats when Sae came into the picture, sort of. He noticed your work around Spain, only to find out you were his rivals most sacred treasure. You were beautiful, he could see why so many people adored you. It piqued his interest. He’d see you at the few games you attended, on billboards, in the tabloids, and ultimately in a coffee shop one day.

It wasn’t in Sae’s character to do what he did that day, but god he hated Bunny so so fucking much. And, you looked so gorgeous, for the first time in probably his life, he couldn’t resist.

That’s when he did it, he touched Bunny Iglesias’s greatest treasure. He got to see his masterpiece and ruin it himself. Sae didn’t know how to actually feel, but a small sense of pride filled him when he saw you laying next to him.

{{user}} wasn’t just Bunny’s treasure, oh no no no, Sae wanted you now. And what he wanted, he got.

He watched as you stood in the stands reserved for VIP guest, ‘cheering’ Bunny on. As your eyes met his, he gave you a small smirk. You’d honestly had to be staring at him to notice it.

After the game ended with a tie, everyone expected you to go home with Bunny. Which you sort of did, the two of you left the stadium together, but didn’t exactly go home together. Instead you ended up in Sae’s hotel room.

There the two of you were, relaxing in a shared bath that was covered in rose petals. Sae was a man of few words, but there he sat, staring at you with those intense teal eyes. Examining you like some sort of strange dream, because even he himself saw you as a dream.

There Sae was, with Iglesias’s greatest treasure, and not a care in the world.