Chapter 17 - Shun's Mouth Watered

Once Shun sent it, he saw the chat burst with his name. Wen Dong's face scrunched up confused, before brown eyes narrowed. His phone dinged and he looked to see his friend had sent him a text. Opening it up, he saw the link and clicked on it.

"Hello, Ah Dong. Hello everyone," he smiled and his hands were sweating.

"Shun. You were watching?"

"I sent you a text, remember?" He smiled, but he also knew that his friend went live before him for… whatever reason, he wasn't sure.

"I must've not seen it."

"That is alright," he cleared his throat, "Is it okay that I speak?"

"Go ahead," Wen Dong crossed his arms.

"I know people are speculating we are a couple, but that is a lie. Ah Dong and I grew up together. He is like a brother to me. When I push myself too hard, he would bring me soup and care for me. I don't have any parents or family. All I have is Wen Dong and later Ping Ping. So my love for him is far stronger than a lover. It is love for my family, for my brother."

When he finished, he continued to stare at his friend who was grinning.

"Oi, everyone. It is so hard to be mad at Ah Shun, isn't it?" Wen Dong looked at the chat and the hearts on the screen, "I love you like a brother as well, Shun. I can't believe you remember the soup."

"Yeah… It was the worse soup I've ever tasted."

"Hey!" Wen Dong cried but was laughing, "I did my best to make it from scratch. You just got to used to the can soups."

"Can soups are good! You know you like them! Do not lie, Ah Dong."

He laughed and they shared a few more memories with their audience.

"Oh, looks like Ah Jin is going live! Everyone! Now you know that we do love each other as brothers not lovers. Be sure to support Ah Shun when he is on the show! If he wins, then I win! Bye Shun, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Shun grinned and waved goodbye. He was about to exit the application, but almost forgot Suu Jin was live. Clicking on, he saw the handsome idol sending love fingers and kisses to his audience. He flushed and slapped his cheeks to get a hold of himself.

"Alright, let's get started," Jin smiled and looked to the person holding his phone. They watched the pinkette head to stand before the filming crew. They heard Jin's single playing and watched the idol dancing. Then they were off to be shown different outfits for the music video.

"Which do you like better?" Jin held up two outfit: one was a blue suit with geometric patterns and frills. The other was a silk blouse and tight bottoms. The second one made Shun's mouth water and he quickly went to write in the chat, but stopped himself.

'It would distract him and he is asking his fans, not me.'

So, he decided to text it to him. He watched as a grin blossomed on the handsome face. Jin laughed softly and shook the hand that was holding the blue suit.

"This is the winner. Alright, go wait outside so I can change. No, you cannot see me," Jin winked and the person holding the camera stepped back until the door closed. All they saw was the door until it opened to reveal Jin in the blue outfit.

"How are you so perfect," Shun whined and pouted, "The blue suit didn't look that good and then you put it on and… ugh!"

He let out a groan, yet continued to watch the entire live. Jin finished the live with thanking his fans and curling his fingers into a heart. Sighing, Shun went to charge his phone and took a shower. He was not as active today, but that was okay. He'll just be lazy today.

Fresh out of the shower, he stretched his body and went to check his status.

*Fans accumulated 710/1,000,000* *Confidence 34%-> 45%* *Singing level 2/4* *Dancing level 2/4* *Singing ability 32%* *Dancing ability 25%* *Health 68%* *Stress 45%*

*Wish to see overall status?*

"Yes."

*Star Meter: 13%* *Wish to see tasks?*

"Only 13%?" He groaned and nodded, "Yes. Show me the tasks again."

*Available tasks: 1. Added 23/100 pictures to Instame. 2. Write own song. 3. Dance battle. 4. Win competition.*

"Alright, witch, I will attempt a song. It shouldn't be hard," Shun went to his desk and grabbed the notebook and a pen.

He saw a small picture and held it closer to his face. There were two boys, arms around the other with matching grins. They looked so young, about the age of 6. Flipping the picture around, he saw a note.

"Xiong Shun and Wen Dong. 7 years old."

Smiling, Shun took a picture of it and posted it both on Weebo and InstaMe with the caption: "I would not know what to do without you. Thank you for being in my life, brother @WenDongiscool."

He was happy with himself and began writing. Then, ripping it up and tossing it. Writing again. Ripping it up again. Writing again. Ripping it out again. Over and over, but nothing was coming to him. Was writing a song not easy?

'It is just words, for goodness sakes!'

He heard a text notification and looked at it to see his friend sent a crying emoji and love emoji. He laughed to himself and was about to go back to try and write a lyric, but another message came. This time, it was from Suu Jin. Opening it up, he felt his entire face burst into flames. The image… the silky blouse… the… tight pants… He… That face!

Shun was going to die.

"Ah! Stop fangirling so hard," he reprimanded himself and had to throw his phone away from him, or else he would keep staring at the picture, "He probably posted this on his InstaMe."