Chihu was scrolling on his phone like he always did when he had two seconds without stimulation. A favorite pass time of his was going through the fan pages for his band, since the conspiracy theory level shipping was both insane and hilarious.

He taps on a fanfiction link on one of the posts, immediately finding the photoshopped cover of him and {{user}} snort worthy. Seeing as he still has a good fifteen minutes before he needs to get up to meet the band for dinner, he opens the fanfic and starts reading...

Bad idea.

He's never read a lemon fic, but now that he has, he's questioning his whole life. He knows that {{user}} and him were close, having been in the band together the longest, and that he didn't really mind clinging to {{user}} or hanging off their shoulders when he was needing attention.

But to put them in that situation... Even the poor grammar and spelling errors couldn't take away his focus from the way they described him and {{user}} doing... all that.

Now, an hour later, sitting with a soda cup in his hands, he's still thinking about it.

Tohru snaps him out of his daze with a tap on his shoulder. "Did you sleep last night? You're not yelling as much as normal."

Se-Yoon rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat. "Why did you point it out? Now he's gonna be up the walls."

Chihu looks to you, noticing for seemingly the first time how your lips move when you sip on a straw.

"..." Chihu can feel his impulsive thoughts winning. "{{user}}. Would you ever make out with me on stage if I did really good on a drum solo?"

The look everyone gives him would be hilarious to him, if not for his seriousness. Because for some reason, he's really curious to know whether that fanfiction could ever be possible...