“Stop moving, Sehun,” scolded a frantic Luhan, as he adjusted the younger’s make-up.

“On stage in three!” a harried voice called from the wings.

Sehun smiled thinly as stylists poked and prodded him, making last minute touch ups that in all essence, didn’t really make much of a difference. The crowd was here to listen to him sing, not judge how well his mascara was applied. But appearances were important; all K-Pop idols were well aware of that rather tedious fact.

Looking at his slightly blurred reflection in one of the silver stage props, he felt a sense of pride. He looked good. His eyes were traced in black, the dark lines contrasting well with his pale skin, which was enhanced by a shimmer of glitter and the wonders of foundation and blush.

“You look like a true star,” a husky voice murmured in his ear, making him jump in fright from the sudden noise.

“Thank you,” Sehun replied with a smile, eyes raking over his handsome back-up dancer. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Tonight Jongin’s costume was…spectacular, to say the least – simply because there wasn’t much there to begin with. An ed, navy-blue vest hung from his muscular shoulders, embroidered with silver and cheekily revealing his tanned chest and well-defined abs – attractive features that Sehun had admired more than once during rehearsals. And with legs clad in rather tight white pants – no doubt to show off his backside – Sehun was more than happy to let Jongin take centre stage so that he could admire him from the wings.

“You’re on, Sehun!” shouted another random person, not-so-gently shoving the young singer in the direction of the stage.

Jongin merely chuckled as Sehun sent him a pleading look – one that silently screamed ‘save me’ – before giving in and allowing himself to be led on stage, Jongin following shortly afterwards.

As usual, the performance went perfectly, however, within the last thirty seconds of one of Sehun’s rather ‘up-beat’ songs, Jongin felt his back give out. A grimace of pain distorting his face, he attempted to keep going – not wanting to disappoint Sehun or the producers – but as he felt himself tearing up from the sheer agony, he stopped, collapsing to the ground as his lower back roared in protest.

I’m sorry… he sighed, closing his eyes as the world began to dim around him. I’m so sorry, Sehun.

A few minutes later he regained consciousness, finding himself comfortably resting on a couch – as much as possible with bloody sore back – with the chill from a few ice-packs soothing his throbbing back. Gazing about the small dressing-room, Jongin felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the gorgeous singer sitting opposite, looking at him with the utmost concern.

“Se-Sehun?” he whispered, still groggy in the mind. “What happened?”

“You collapsed on stage a few minutes ago, I stopped the show and had you brought back here,” he sighed, rubbing his face, his hands still shaking from the panic he’d felt seeing him collapse. “Bloody hell…you gave me quite the scare. Don’t ever do that again – my heart won’t be able to take it!”

“I’ll try,” Jongin grinned, beaming up at him. “But you didn’t have to cancel the rest of the show.”

Sehun frowned and look at the shy boy, shock and a hint of amusement clearly etched onto his face. Slowly rising to his feet, he sauntered over to where Jongin’s head was resting on a fluffy pillow, before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“I couldn’t have finished without you,” he murmured, feeling his heart pick up in pace as he watched Jongin’s eyes widen in shock and cheeks flush darker. “So get better soon so that I don’t have to.”

His heart pounding like a drum, Jongin watched as Sehun straightened and went to walk back to where he was seated before, and feeling more than a tad brave and thinking to hell with the consequences, he grabbed the younger’s arm and pulled him down for an amorous kiss.

Enjoying the feeling of Sehun’s soft and yielding lips moving against his own, Jongin deftly traced the contours of Sehun’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a slight moan from the other as he begged entrance to his mouth.

Smiling as he delved inside and tasted him, Jongin pulled Sehun closer, not wanting there to be any space between them, and for the next few seconds – or even minutes – the only thing that mattered was the glorious sensation that came with passionately kissing the one you love. Pulling apart with a gasp, Jongin felt proud that he was the reason that Sehun was wide-eyed and flushed, red and swollen lips opening and closing as words failed to be spoken.

“You will never have to finish without me,” Jongin promised, before sealing his oath with another kiss.

Story Prompt: Sehun is a top singer and Jongin is a backup dancer