It’s the middle of a sweltering outdoor fan meet. William’s layered in a white tee and a denim jacket because their stylist insisted. Now he’s sweating buckets under the lights.

He leans toward Est between segments, whispering, “I’m seriously dying. Can I take off the jacket?”

Est doesn’t look up from his mic check. Just murmurs, “You’re wearing the white tee under?”

William: “…yeah?”

Est immediately went to their manager to ask for permission, and William? He grinned like a lovesick fool, winning in life, staring at Est’s back