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What he was supposed to think of it he didn't know yet.
When the last sounds of piano ended a kid who was on the stage showed up from behind a curtain. On his face was an unpleasant smirk.
"Good job, prick. Now get out before anyone notice you."
Boy sighed and stood up hesitantly.
"You hear me? Get out!"
Boy lowered his head. "Yes, hyung," he said and turned around. Then they noticed Yifan so he jumped to the singing boy. He clenched his hand on the boy's arm and forced him to follow him. He ignored his protests as well as mean kid's questions and old man's yells.
They leaved the building and Yifan pined him to the wall, finally able to look at him carefully. Boy was short, his hair screamed for a stylist, his clothes as well. But he was pretty. Yifan looked in his eyes. They were beautiful, staring back at Yifan in a puzzled expression. Yifan shook his head telling himself to go back to reality.
"What was that? There at the backstage?" He asked in a harsh tone. He was still angry at whoever made him cover for this mean kid. He was being used. The owner of that beautiful voice. Everything in Yifan boiled at the thought. He deserved being on the scene. Deserved being in the spotlight. The world had to hear that voice and respect it's owner.
"What was that?" He repeated.
Boy lowered his head. His posture declared low self-esteem and shyness of highest level. Something in Yifan broke when he realized it.
"How long you've been used?" He asked. Soft and quiet this time.
Boy raised his eyelids, looking him in the eyes, still not saying a word. Yifan didn't know what to do yet but he definitely knew what he wanted.
It shocked him because it was first time he felt so confused. He wanted to embrace him, pat him on the head and say he won't have to do it anymore. He wanted to assure him he deserve being on the stage. He wanted to make him believe the world will once lay at his feet. Yet he couldn't scare him with this big words.
What he wanted the most was to touch his chin, to feel this delicate skin under his toes. To trail his fingers to those lips and...
He blinked. Wu Yifan! What the hell are you thinking?
"What's your name, boy?" He asked in a low voice. Boy looked at him for another time and Yifan seemed to notice some change in this eyes.
"I'm Jongdae," boy answered finally.
Yifan was almost melting at the sound.
"You have a beautiful voice, Jongdae," he said. "I'm a headhunter for XOXO Entertainment. Would you... Meet me for a little talk?" He was carefull not to scare him away. He couldn't loose the boy.
"Talk about what?" Jongdae asked. Yifan sighed but smiled widely.
"I work for XOXO. I want you to become trainee there. I'm Wu Yifan."
Jongdae nodded carefully and a genuine smile made it's way to his face. Yifan felt urgent need to hug him but ignored it with much effort.
"Thank you for that, Mr Yifan. It's very nice of you. But I have to refuse. I'm sorry. And I'm truthfully thankful for your interest in me."
The boy wanted to go away but Yifan couldn't let him. He had to make him accept the offer like his own life depended on it. Jongdae was perfect. He was pretty, cute, modest and had great talent to get to people's hearts with his voice. He made it's way to Yifan's and it wasn't that easy. He had to have him.
"No," he said pushing him back to the wall. "Why not?"
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