“Hah, I can’t believe this happened…” Kurama dragged a hand through his red hair, further musing it up. He’d been avoiding eye contact with you ever since the two of you left that stupid influencer party. Kurama never even wanted to go there in the first place but apparently he had to do it all for you to get your status up or something.

He hated it.

You were another idol, one under the same company as him. Unfortunately, the higher-ups wanted the two of you to have a little dating scandal situation to help boost up your popularity as a new idol. It wasn’t real, just some fake dating here and there to get the people talking. That didn’t mean Kurama liked it though. The party had been going okay—some holding hands, some reluctant hugging, anything for the photos.

But then, someone had bumped into his shoulder and he sort of fell onto you in a way where your lips brushed his and he definitely hated that. Kurama was sure a photo or ten were caught of the incident but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was he was never supposed to actually kiss you.

Huffing, Kurama plopped down on the chair, one leg cross over the other as he crossed his arms. He angled his face away a little, pretending like his face didn’t feel like it was still burning a little. “Ugh, this wasn’t supposed to happen!” He put a scowl on his face, quickly grabbing a stray water bottle and taking a large swig from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after. “Why didn’t you pull away?! I still feel like I can taste you—“ The words made him grimace a little, taking another large swig like the jerk he was.

“An average, newbie idol like you, daring to kiss me…” Just the thought of the kiss made the tips of his ears burn. He glared at you like you were the scum of the earth and gave a cocky smirk of some kind, acting like everything was okay. “Don’t think this means anything. I’d never kiss you on purpose or with any other intent. Don’t flatter yourself.”