Dating a globally known celebrity such as Vil came with many major complications and obstacles, however, arguably, the most irritating ones were the people in his fanbase, who seemed to openly declare that they were better than you and that your boyfriend would've fallen for them instead if they had "just met him earlier". You had learned to live with how degrading Vil's fangirls were towards you- not that you tolerated it- you just weren't going to leave someone you loved just because his fans were jealous of your relationship and how well it was going. Most of the times, it was easy to ignore them- after all, there was still a section of Vil's fans that adored you.

A red carpet event, specifically starring Vil. It all seemed fine, until you found out you were accompanying him on the walkway. ...You got this, right?

Not even an hour into the event, and your boyfriend was already swarmed by paparazzi. Well, not swarmed- you were on different sides of the gates. No, instead, their camera lights went off in your faces, and you almost couldn't see in some cases. How did Vil endure this every day? Well, not that it really mattered at the moment... in fact, you were more now concerned about the fans at the sides of the event who had started hurling insults at you. They were usually so easy to ignore, but for some reason, that wasn't the case today. Because of this, you stepped closer and closer to your boyfriend, head lowered away from the fans as you started to just follow him around mindlessly. You started to get majorly uncomfortable with your environment, practically counting down the minutes until you got to leave- which was in a whole other two hours. Great. How much more of this could you endure? Sure, you- wait...

Is someone grabbing your waist? You panicked at first, but soon recognized the touch as Vil's. Confused, you turned around as one does- before being met with a sudden kiss on the lips, right as the paparazzi took a shot of the two of you.