You texted your friend idly in the backstage room that had been reserved for your boyfriend and Zico at KCon. They were getting ready at the moment. You were excited because one, you were at KCon, and two, one of your best friends from high school was coming to experience it with you. Dean had gotten you tickets and he knew since coming to America was such a rare opportunity, he got you an extra one for a friend. You remembered how much you had cried when he produced the second ticket from his pocket. Even though Dean was already a sweet squishy bun already, it was one of the nicest things he had ever done for you. As you reminisced back to that moment, you glanced over at him. He was getting his hair styled and he caught your eye in the mirror. When his eyes met yours the corners of his mouth tweaked up into a smile just for you. You turned around in your chair and settled your chin in your folded arms on the back of the chair and were content just to look at him. However, someone else had a different idea.

"Could you not?" Zico asked without looking up from his phone.

"What?" you asked innoccently breaking your eyes away from your squishy boyfriend.

"Could you not suffocate me with your overpowering love gas?" he asked with a a slight tinge of annoyance in his voice. He looked up from his phone and glared in your and Dean's direction. "I'm need oxygen to be beautified," he stated with a overdramatic flourish of his hand like a beauty queen.

You laughed and suddenly your phone began to ring. It was Blake. "Hi Blake, are you here?" you  asked into your phone standing up from your chair. 

"Yeah, I'm outside the main entrance to the audotorium. Come get me. People are staring," he complained.

You laughed as you pictured him in the middle of a crowd of girls oogling at him. You remembered Blake when he was a no more than a homely looking kid and an awkward middle school student. But even you had to admit that he had grown up well. He was now a really cute and handsome looking young man with an above average fashion sense and the confidence of a movie star. "Alright, I'll be out soon. Don't get swept away." You hung up and moved over to Dean draping your arms over his shoulders and resting your cheek next to his. "I have to go, but I'll see you out there, okay?"

Dean held onto to one of your dangling hands with his and pulled you a little closer. "Is your friend here?" he asked.

"Yeah, I have to go get him," you answered revelling in the closeness. You loved these little moments. 

"Who did you chose to bring?" he asked curiously letting you go and spinning in his chair to look up at you, his hand never letting go of yours. "Have I met her before?"

You shook your head. "No, and it's a boy," you chuckled. "I'll make sure to bring him back and introduce you. But I have to go. Good luck. I know you'll do great." You leaned down and pecked him on the lips before slipping out of his grasp and out of the room.

After you had left, Zico turned to Dean. "A boy?" Zico asked. "She's never mentioned a guy friend before."

Dean thought for a moment. "There's a picture of her and a boy on her wall in her bedroom. I think it's from when they were in elementary school together. She said his name is Blake. But I have no idea what he looks like now. But if he's her friend, there can't be any harm," Dean said coolly.

"Yeah probably not," Zico encouraged. There was a moment of silence. "So," Zico said slyly, "you've been in her room."

"Shut up," Dean laughed. 

Your heart sped up as you saw Black waiting for you hugging a wall. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his long legs were crossed as he leaned against the wall. You swore every time you saw him he got taller. As you approached you saw a few groups of girls glance at him and giggle to one another histerically. You couldn't help but laugh. You should have seen what a heartbreaker he was with braces on, you thought to yourself. Blake caught your eye and smiled, pushing off the wall to meet you half way. He swept you up into a bone crushing hug and you laughed. 

"Oh my goodness, look at you," he exclaimed. "I swear you shrink every time I see you," he joked. He swung you from side to side before finally setting you down on your feet. 

"No, you just get taller," you countered. "Here," you said holding out his wristband. 

He slipped it on. "Wow, your boyfriend is no joke if he can get free KCon tickets."

"Oh and this," you said holding up a lanyard with a name card around it. "It's a backstage pass," you said quickly as Blake's eyes bugged out and he choked on his own spit. You laughed and patted his back. 

"Exactly who are you dating?" he gasped. "The president of the KCon committee?"

"Uh... you'll see. I'll introduce you later," you said slyly. "Come on, let's go~ The performance is going to start soon." The two of you merged into the flow of people going into the auditorium. Your seats were actually right by all the camera crew on a raised platform towards one side of the stage. Blake's eyes were twice their normal size when a bouncer ushered your into two plast chairs with a perfect view of the mainstage and a panoramic view of the walking areas for the stage. "Don't gawk," you chided him. 

"You act like this is normal for you," he said incredulously.

You laughed, but in all seriousness, at Dean's shows it was. "I know you don't like Kpop that much, but I thought it would be fun enough if we were close enough and if it was free," you joked.

"Anything would be fun if I could do it with my best friend," Blake shot back cheesily.

You punched him in the arm. "You're so gross," you yelled. 

The performance went really well and Dean and Zico's stage was lit. You swallowed hard when you saw how many buttons Dean had undone on his shirt. That kind of thing should have been illegal. After the performances were over you grabbed Blake's hand and pulled him over to the backstage door. You showed your badges to the security and he opened the door for you. Blake couldn't help but look around in awe as you dragged him down the hall. He glanced in open doors until you stopped in front of the door with Dean and Zico's names on it. 

"I think I just saw part of IOI," Blake whispered breathlessly. "What are we doing back here?" he asked. 

"Okay, I haven't been completely honest with you," you whispered to him. "But promise me you won't freak out," you said more urgently. You had no idea how Blake was going to react to the fact that you were dating someone famous. He was going to the the first besides your parents, but your parents didn't really understand fully what was happening in your love life. 

"I will try my best," Blake said a little more calmly. 

You nodded and smiled at him. "Okay. Thanks," you replied. You took his hand and pushed the door open. Dean and Zico were sitting around idly in their room and their eyes raised to look at you and Blake once the door opened. You pulled Blake into the room and closed the door behind him. Blake simply stood there with wide eyes and a stiff back. You laughed at him. 

He glanced at you from the side of his eyes and leaned over. "Please tell me you date one of their stylists or something, because that would be crazy," he whispered frantically.  

You laughed louder. "Not exactly," you replied. You pulled him closer to Dean. "Blake this is my boyfriend, Dean and his good friend Zico." 

For a moment, Blake's eyes went from you to Dean to Zico, then back to Dean, then to you, then to Dean. You saw him swallow and let out a small breath. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N's friend, Blake." He bowed slightly and then stuck out his hand. You had to smother your laughter at Blake's broken Korean. 

Dean took it without any hesitations and smiled. "Nice to meet you finally," he said in English. "Y/N has a picture of you two from elementary school."

"You still have that?" Blake asked incredulously his eyes meeting yours. 

"Of course," you sang. 

Zico took Blake's hand and you were relieved that everything seemed friendly and relaxed.

The four of you hung out for a while making idle conversation. Most of it was your translating for Blake and then for Dean and Zico. Eventually it was time for you to all go. The building was empty after the ending of all the activities for today. You walked hand in hand with Blake out to the parking lot and you knew it was time for good bye. You hugged him tightly and promised to text him. He smiled and hugged you tighter to him before letting go. 

You and Dean said bye to Zico before sliding into the backseat of your car. You sighed as you watched LA slip by outside the window.. Dean was unusually quiet but you dismissed it as fatigue. You arrived at the hotel and you reached for Dean's hand as you entered the elevator. Just as your fingertips brushed his he moved his hand away. That was weird. You unlocked the hotel room and Dean went straight to the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and you setlled to change into your pajamas and remove your make up in the vanity. When Dean came out of the shower, the two of you traded places so you could brush your teeth. When you came out, Dean was laying on his side of the queen bed with his back to you, you assumed on his phone. You slipped in next to him and slipped your am around his middle. Normally, he would turn to face you but he didn't this time. 

"Tell me what's wrong," you murmured to him. You nuzzled your face into his back and inhaled his fresh-from-the-shower scent. "And don't say nothing or that it's not important, because I know it's neither of those." 

Dean let out a long breath. "You never told me you had such an attractive friend," he whispered barely loud enough from you to hear. 

The lightbulb went off above your head. So that was it. Dean was jealous and felt threatened because of Blake. You bit your lip to suppress your giggles. "That's because I don't find him attractive," you responded quickly. 

Dean sat up to look at you incredulously. "Are you kidding me?" he asked in shock. "I'm a guy and I found him attractive." 

You laughed quietly as you sat up and wrapped your arms around Dean's neck. "I grew up with him. Me finding him attractive would be like me finding my brother attractive. That's weird," you murmured close to Dean's lips. "Plus, why would I find him attractive when you're in my life?"

Dean didn't have an answer and you molded your lips to his. Dean pushed you away and you sighed exasperatedly. "You don't think he's attractive at all?" he asked, still unable to believe you. 

You pushed Dean down onto his back and held his wrists on either side of his head. He looked up at you wide-eyed as you straddled him with a knee on either side of his waist. "Dean, listen to me. You are the only person in this entire world that I find attractive enough. In fact I don't think we'll ever be able to break up because you've ruined all other men for me. You're the only one I want to look at all day. Nobody else, ever. Okay?" 

After a moment Dean smiled up at you and flipped the two of you so he was hovering over you. He lowered himself to press his lips to your forehead and then to your mouth. You kissed him sweetly until his arms encircled you and his weight pressed down on you. It  was so comforting and it felt so safe. Dean continued to kiss you until he broke away to place a small kiss to the tip of your nose. "You're so wonderful," he whispered into your ear. 

"And your my most attractive man," you whispered back.