Friends with benefits? He used to reject that idea, for he always sought a deep connection, one where bodies were superfluous to the desire to entwine souls.

But Kendrick couldn't help himself. Not when you haunted his mind 24/7 as if you were a constantly repeating song. A devilish whisper of his most macabre desires that urged him to drown himself again and again between your legs. Where ironically he would vent his frustrations with just one night by your side, not being the music his method of escape, but you.

Besides, when he discovered that you weren't looking for something serious, he had no choice but to accept.

There was no dilemma with the frequent nights in your apartment, every time he returned from a tour, when an album did not meet his expectations, or even with the sex calls during the nightly showers, where his whispers and your moans were stifled. However, when he found out that you had found a partner, something changed─ jealousy.

The guy wasn't attractive, he didn't have money, he hadn't stepped on the Super Bowl stage, much less won a Grammy or a Pulitzer. He was nobody. What did he have that Kendrick didn't? Oh, that's right! he had you.

One random night, he was in his apartment, having finally distanced his life from the media chaos to prioritize his personal life. Unfortunately, he soon discovered that the downsides of that decision outweighed the benefits. And now, he couldn't stop thinking about you, cursing himself for still keeping you on his mind. Apparently, the internet and texting ─his great enemy, by the way─ would become his allies, at least on that occasion.

"hey. sup?"