As I sit in the audience of my favorite band I watch as the lead guitarist strums his last chord. Magical. I never really liked rock music up until I heard about this new band. The lead guitarist also happens to be one of my classmates, Xinyoun (Xinyan). We used to be pretty close but he's been so busy that I haven't had the chance to even say hi to him.

When we were younger I could listen to him practice for hours so I was really excited when I heard he formed his band with my other friends Venti as lead singer, Aether as a drummer, and Xiao on the backup track for any instrumentals like violin or flute. He doesn't much like to be the center of attention so he's okay with being in the backing instrumentation and vocals.

After the concert is finished I clap and walk away with the rest of the audience. Xinyoun has been so busy lately that I don't want to bother him now at his concert. He's probably tired. I'll talk to him later.

He's currently one of the most popular guitarists in the country. Everyone loves coming to watch him (not to mention, he's pretty cute and all the ladies love him).

Getting into my car, I heave a deep sigh and start my car, 'I miss when we were closer and he wasn't so busy.'

In a way, I was jealous, jealous of all the girls who got more time and attention with him than me. In truth, I've had a crush on him since we were younger but I would never admit that to him.

Especially now, it would be bad for his image. I would be bad for his image.

A knock sounds on my window which sends me out of my reverie and I jump and hit my head on the roof of my car.

I look out the window and see Xinyoun standing outside of it.

I roll down my window and roll my eyes at him.

"Hey~"

"What do you want?"

"What? No hello? You haven't seen your best friend in weeks and this is how you say hello?"

"And who's fault is that?" I stare at him unamused and upset and hurt.

"Look I'm sorry, I can't exactly hang out all the time as we used to when we were younger."

"Right. You're too busy for me. You don't have enough time for me."

"This isn't about you. I'm focusing on my career right now, I love you but I can't spend all my time with you."

"A call or text once in a while would be nice."

He sighs annoyed and crosses his arms against his body, "Not everything is about you."

I give him a hard stare trying to prevent the tears from strolling down my face, "Tch. I've been here with you since the beginning of your career-before your career and you can't even care enough to say 'Hey!'?"

"Look, this life isn't exactly easy for me either. I'm doing my best. I'm sorry if I don't have time for you. You're not exactly my priority anymore."

I stare at him blankly, holding back the giant tsunami wave that's about to engulf me.

I start to roll my windows up, "Wait, you know that's not what I mean-"

"I know exactly what you meant. It's pretty clear that you don't need me anymore. Good for you. You've found yourself. Without me. You may be able to live without me but I can't live without you."

"Wait-"

Before he can say another word a mob of people from afar starts screaming when they see him and he gets distracted and I use this opportunity to drive away from him.

I know I shouldn't have gotten so upset with him. In that moment of running away, I immediately regretted it. I wanted to drive back. I wanted to give him a hug. I wanted things to be back to the way they were before.

But I couldn't find it in my heart to forgive him at that moment so I ran away. The words, "You're not my priority anymore." ran wild in my head.

He didn't need me.

He doesn't care about me anymore. He's happy with his life without me and I have to accept that. I have to move on no matter how much it hurt.

For weeks I ignored his messages. I didn't bother showing up at his concerts. I listened to his songs on the radio but I otherwise tried to avoid him at all costs.

Until one day I couldn't avoid him. He showed up at my apartment unannounced and he ushered himself into my apartment.

He quickly slammed the door behind him and locked it shut. He looked furious.

"Why the hell haven't you been answering my calls or texts?! I haven't even seen you at any of my concerts in weeks! Do you know how much that pisses me off?"

"I don't care."

He angrily grunts and walks closer towards me as I back away, trying to avoid his gaze.

He backs me into a wall and grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

I defiantly look everywhere but at him.

"Stop trying to piss me off and look at me you idiot. I see you." His grip loosens and his voice fades. His pissed smirk now replaced with regret and sadness.

I move my chin out of his grip and he sighs, placing his forehead against mine. He whispers, "I'm so sorry...I make music for hundreds of thousands of people but when it comes to you...I just can never seem to have the right words to say to you."

He sighs and closes his eyes, "I shouldn't have ignored you. Of course, I saw your messages but I didn't know how to reply to them because-"

I cut him off with my lips and he lets out a grunt of pleasure. He soon relaxes and falls into the kiss, pushing me harder into the wall.

He cups my face with one hand and trails his other hand up the length of my leg, propping my leg up against his torso.

He kisses me deeper, each kiss becoming more and more rugged and sloppy. He rubs up against my skirt over my ass until he reaches up to my torso.

I let out a slight moan of pleasure and I giggle.

"Don't do it again idiot..." I say through exasperated breaths.

"I won't...I promise."

"What if someone catches you here? It would be bad for your reputation."

"Don't care. You're all I need right now. Right here in my arms. I've missed the sound of your voice...Your moans are especially cute."

I giggle and he kisses my neck playfully and I arch my back. He laughs sensually before kissing back up to my lips.

"You're mine."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

AN: Besties I'm so sorry this is late but I hope you enjoy this chapter. PLEASE I'm begging you guys to make more male Xinyan fanart. It's so good.