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CUTE GUY | FLUFF

part 1: bobby x saja boy manager! fem! reader

you’re a boy momma and he’s a girl dada— so it only makes sense for you guys to bond over a loving relationship.

a/n: language, crude comments, protective! Saja Boys & Huntrix, kinda hallmark vibes lol. i’m gonna split this into two parts cause no one likes a rushed relationship. maybe part 2 will have smut…who knows

“Uh, absolutely not.”

Romance sighed, his feet dragging across the door with the skimpy outfit he tried to hide. You were tapping your foot impatiently, your patience thin as you reprimand the boys again.

“I decide to leave for one day, and you’re already treating your next show like a damn magic mike event?”

Like your day could get any worse.

“We just wanted something more interesting for the fans—“

You raise a finger at Jinu, his lips sealing immediately. Not only was your hair a mess from running errands across town, but your suit was splashed with bird dung from simply crossing under the wrong tree. This whole week was stuffed with a busy schedule to keep your boys in check with lifted spirits— but your spirit clearly needed some lifting of its own.

“Nope, you boys are not doing anything that shows more than 15% of skin.”

Instantly, everyone’s eyes were looking at Abs, to which you quickly defended with a sigh,

“He’s literally just showing his abs, it’s his name.”

You rub your temples, feeling your scalp begin to itch horribly. You wanted to leave, take a well deserved bath, sleep, and then never wake up. Yet, with your boys holding their “can we wear this” outfits under their chin like puppies begging for a treat was beyond your humane ability.

With a sigh, you dismissed them, giving them the “please go away before I crash out” hand wave. Displeased mumbles leave several lips, and you swore that one of them cursed your name— to which you made a mental note to punish later. You would not tolerate any disrespect here.

It was still early afternoon, but you were behind on so much tasks. The main one being the duty to reserve the City Stadium for the Saja Boys tour, because may the Steve above forbid you any luck from anyone claiming it before you. You glance at your hanging clock, maybe you could fetch a taxi really quick…

Two hours later, you’re walking in the bipolar sunny ass weather— with your reservation folder shielding your already sun-damaged face. The streets of Korea were busy with the evening crowd eager to shop their hearts out, and with the complimentary faint nosies of Soda Pop being heard in the distance.

Before you now stood the City Stadium. Big and grand in its glory as the doors swung wide open for visitors and tourists alike. The building outside had large panels to display visuals, and you remember hearing that it could play smoke effects too.

That is, if you were able to get your hands on it first.

“The girls would absolutely love this!”

The cheery voice behind you shook your imagination, and you turn, seeing a man who wasn’t in such a good shape... His hair was matted with what looked like bird dung as well, and he had cute whiskers that complimented his short goatee.

Wait.

Did you say cute?

His gaze catches your lingering one, and you both share a silent oh. He starts from your awe-ing face, then down to your encrusted suit, and then to your scuffed shoes. It was then when you noticed his soaked shirt— which was clearly due to a blue slushie.

“Not your day either, huh?” he laughs, tucking a folder under his arm as he extends an arm toward you, “I’m Bobby—“

You’re still frozen on the spot, and an awkward eek slips from your lips.

“Bobby? Like the Bobby on Broadway?”

“Er, yeah?” his smile is sheepish, but he’s rudely interrupted by you again,

“I’m y/n! Oh my gosh! I adore your work! Literally every show you’ve been producing was so good! Huntr…”

Your voice trails off as realization hit.

“Huntrix.”

Now your voice is bitter. You’re face to face with competition— competition with an awfully cute and squishy face you really wanted to get your stressed hands on.

“Haha?” Bobby blinks, but then also notices your Saja Boy enamel pin, “Oh!”

And it’s like two minds that click together.

“You’re here to book the stadium!”

Now wide eyes look at each other, the folders are out and flaunted, each bearing their children’s insignia. Bobby needed this stadium, and I mean needed— because his girls personally begged him to book this area. And although he just met you, he wasn’t going to let his girls down.

“I need this for my boys!”

“And I need this for my girls!”

You’re huffing at this point, and you stand straight, trying to ignore the crunch of your shit embezzled suit. Bobby does the same, his round face set in determination as the both of you look towards the main stage.

And you were going to beat him.

Immediately, you set off sprinting. Your hair was in a frenzy as you glided down the steps of the ensuing entrance, the lights dimmed and the red seats being your safety leverage of speed. The other was down the hallway, taking shortcuts from the sidelines and jumping over the railings.

Managers are required to do paperwork.

The secret to actually getting the job though?

Parkour extravagance.

Because there is simply no way an ordinary manager could handle so many jobs themselves.

“I’m not letting you take this from me!” you shout, your voice echoing through the stadium, “I have five fucking brats and if I don’t get them what they want— it’s stress bonanza for me!”

The raven’s cheeks were flushed as he made it to the stage, following close after you as he makes a loud groan. Both of you make a sharp turn to backstage, where the head director of the stadium was.

“My beautiful angels need this! They’ve been doing nothing but amazing work these past months— and I’m not letting them down!”

You’re growling, trying to push him off course by knocking down a trash can. Who cares if this was cheating? You learned this from your boys, and it showed results.

The office door was open, and another woman was leaving. Was that the director? Just when you were about to speak, your shoe betrayed you with a wedge on the wooden floor, making you fall face-first onto the ground.

Bobby was going to laugh, but the knocked-down trash can showed him his demise and he also fell.

“Jeez! What is all thi’ ruckus!”

A man not too old from his 50’s comes out with a cane, his face wrinkled in disappointment as he stared down at the two young managers. They were slowly picking themselves up, whining at the unfairness of the other.

“I-I’m here for the stadium! I need—“

The other woman looked at you with distaste, her red lips curling into a sneer as she intervened kindly,

“I already reserved this stadium, sweetheart, for my girls.”

If you weren’t so dignified, you would’ve bitch-slapped this woman. She still had the audacity to hand you the concert flyer, that is, as it fell down tauntingly at you. It was like a feather falling, but to you, a bomb that was going to explode.

“My boys are far more popular then whatever—“

“No,” you feel a hand on your shoulder, “My girls need this—“

A wrinkly raised palm silences the both of you, and the old man grumbles,

“Who are y’all to demand my stadium like ‘yat? I dun’ give a rats ass how famous y’all is! Leave!”

Your heart sank.

It’s not like your day can get any worse, right?

You stood straight, holding back the tears that wanted to slip. Right now, you wanted a caramel macchiato with two cups of creamer, five cubes of sugar, three shots of expresso, and topped with seasoned cream.

“Oh my gosh— I need a caramel macchiato with two cups of creamer, five cubes of sugar, three shots of expresso, and topped with seasoned cream!” Bobby ran his fingers through his black locks, stressing, “What am I gonna do!”

You felt like you stood still for a good minute because next thing you know, you’re pulling up your coffee app to double check your usual. There was no way. Absolutely no way this is true.

Your ears must be dirty.

Yes!

Yes that must be—

You look down at your usual, seeing your exact coffee preferences match.

“What?”

He’s confused, but not for long as the old man reprimands them to leave again. He stares at your desolate face, disassociating from the world as you stare far into the distance. Your eyes looked clouded, and your pretty lips were still slightly apart. You even forgot to breathe because the movement you were outside— you took a big gasp.

“You!” you point a finger at him, fuming, “How dare you steal my coffee order!”

“Coffee? What? Why—“

You shove your phone to his face, where he squinted at the green letters and read the exact directions for the coffee. A silent oh leaves his mouth as he covers it, were you twins?

“I-I didn’t know? But hey!” His giddy attitude was back, “Why don’t we go for coffee now? We need a refresher after that!”

Now you’re the one confused. Who the hell switches just like that?! You raise a brow, scoffing,

“No, I can’t! I have to find another place to host my boys’ show and—“

A single finger is pressed against your lips, and Bobby tilts his head,

“We can do it as we get coffee— plus I would really like to know you, since it’s rare—“

“No!” you slap his hand aside, which makes him pout as he caresses his hand, “You’re a Saja Boy enemy! I can’t—“

“Alright alright!” he straightens his dirty shirt, “It’s just that I never thought I’d find anyone hyper fixated on a coffee order like me…”

“It’s just coffee!”

That was the last thing you said to him that day.

But definitely not that week.

Your “accidental” meetings with him happened more often than usual. Whether it was to find another damn stadium— or simply an urban outfitter for stylist choices. More small talk was exchanged than normal, and a liking too.

He kinda became your pep-talk guy. He gave you advice in exchange for you giving him advice— mostly about the “children” of course.

“My girls always have this one week where they’re these horrible devils— and then the next! Boom!” His hands make an explosion effect, his cheeks puffing, “They’re angels!”

You’re grinning, because it was way too much effort to conceal it,

“We’re just like that sometimes. Give them a good break during those days, sometimes things happen that aren’t in our control,” you tap your chin, “Now I have something to ask you.”

He nods, listening contently. And maybe it’s because of the way he listens, or perhaps the way his eyes glitter and you see his silly little smirk, it makes you melt as you forget your words.

“I-I notice that there’s been an influx in my boys’ purchases of lotion and tissues— why do you think that is?”

Bobby spits his drink on your face before you realize.

But you like this— not the spitting though. Just simple talking and listening— even though you don’t always get the answers you expect. It just feels nice.

And the boys notice it too— especially with the way you became lenient on them. You’re smiling a little more, heck, even texting and calling on your gifted phone— and you never use your phone for that. Because back then, you didn’t have anyone to talk to.

“y/n? Can we wear this?”

“One second Romance, lemme finish this message first,” you say, hitting send as you push up your show glasses, “I just—“

Wide brown eyes look at you the moment you glance up, and it makes you scream. Your clipboard instinctively shoots up and smacks the boy on the face, causing him to whine and back away.

“Jeez Louise! Can’t a woman have privacy? I told you to wait!”

“Whose Bobby?”

Before you could give him another clipboard smack, the other boys come in like the dogs they were— hearing your crushes name like a treat. Though oblivious to you, a threat.

“Bobby?”

“Booby?

“What booby?”

“Abs no one said boobs!” your face was flushed with embarrassment as you rubbed your temple, “And Bobby is just a friend…”

Your voice trails off, making you question yourself as looming eyes assess you. They know you’re lying, and it’s freaking obvious with how you bite your lip.

It’s one of your “I’m kinda lying” habits. And it didn’t take long before you cracked under pressure.

“Fine! He’s just someone I’ve been seeing a lot recently!” you’re as red as a tomato, “And he wants to take me out for coffee…”

A silence hushed the room, making you even more nervous. Since when did you need their validation anyway?

“Then just go, I dun’ see no issue.”

The deep voice belonged to Baby, who sat in the corner of the office, doomscrolling on his iPad. The sucker in his mouth popped out, and he glanced up,

“It’s just for coffee, no?”

“Yeah, yeah!” you tuck a hair behind your ear, “Just coffee— for today that is. He wants go in an hour or so.”

“But we’re gonna be watching,” Jinu buts in, “We know as good as anyone that some guys have bad intentions.”

Ironic, isn’t it?

Next thing you know, you’re walking down the street, fixing your skirt. You wore a pink-colored theme, apparently ‘cause every guy likes it— and if Romance dared lie to you, he knows what’s coming.

The crowd at the street intersection crossed ways, making it difficult to spot Bobby. He said he’d arrive early, heck, walk with you to the coffee shop too. The sky was already a looming orange, and nightfall was going to descend soon.

And yeah, maybe having coffee now seemed like a horrible time, but you were too lovesick to think of that.

That is, assuming you were the only one who was lovesick.

Bobby at home had to deal with his girls’ pestering about the “lucky girl” who caught his attention. Especially Zoey, because she already began creating ship names for him and making heart shaped pancakes just to tease.

And he was definitely no better than you— one compliment on his giddy grin was all it took.

“Ah, well she’s also a manager,” he scratched his goatee, eyes twinkling as he imagined you, “She’s got a real wild attitude, and I like that! Oh and she’s a real go-getter! Looooves talking, and actually I swear one time…”

“I’ve never seen Bobby this enthusiastic for something that’s not us,” Mira elbowed Rumi, who was lost in their manager’s blabbering, “It’s like that girl has him possessed, right Zoey…?”

The poor girl was jumping up and down hearing the others gushing gossip.

“The exact same coffee order?!” the raven squealed, “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Take her out to coffee!”

“At this hour? But that’s…that’s…that’s an amazing idea!”

Although excited as he was, he was also under the terms of being watched. To him, it was something so thoughtful of his girls. To his girls, well, it was just to see who exactly this “girl” was.

In the distance, you were spotted, looking around anxiously at the stop sign. Your fingers fiddled with your necklace, and your eyes never stopped darting left and right.

“y/n!”

The moment he shouted your name, you snapped forward, your familiar grin empowering him to speed walk faster.

“B-Bobby! You’re late!” you huff, poking his chest as he neared you, “You had me waiting a super long time.”

“Yeah! I know, I was picking up…” he reached for his pockets, pulling out an obnoxiously looking bracelet, “This!”

He places it on your open palm, and you stare blankly at it. It had the Huntrix insignia as the main bead, and the rest had the groups themed colors.

“It’s a gift from the girls,” Bobby’s eyes never leave your face, hoping for a good reaction, “They were really sweet into making it.”

“But…” your heart sank in guilt, “But I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t even know—“

The same warm and familiar palm clapped your shoulder softly,

“Hey, don’t even worry about it, I’m the one inviting you know.”

He leads you down the sidewalk, up ahead where the coffee shop brimmed with gorgeous honey light. The bracelet had a slight weight on your palm, and you were near trembling as you slipped it on. It was awfully…cute.

Thoughtful even.

“No one has ever given me a bracelet before.” you murmur, “Is this—“

Your voice is cut off when you see your boys peeking from the very corner of the shop. Their eyes were wide and furious as they stared behind you, and you turn, seeing nobody. Bobby was already ordering inside, so you were confuddled at who they were glaring so intently at.

Above and oblivious to you, they were staring right at the trio of women. Their weapons were raised as the details stringed together— the truth way too horrible to be true.

Because it was so unimaginable that their manager was in love with their manager.

“We have to stop this!”

Mira was hissing at Rumi, who defensively put an arm back to stop them from taking initiative,

“No, as much as we hate it…We can’t ruin this for Bobby.”

Sniffles were heard beside them, and they turn to see the cloaked raven sob into her sparkly black hood.

“It’s l-like an e-enemies to lovers story!”

On the other hand, the boys were furious— but they wouldn’t show it either.

“Bobby!”

You walked inside the cozy shop, seeing not too many people huddled inside. The man of the hour was already walking towards the exit, his eyes on the smoky drinks.

“Yeah?” he glances up, seeing your tickled pink face, “What’s wrong? Did—“

“I think that we should sit outside!”

Even you’re confused at your sudden blurt, because his short brows furrow in confusion as he looks around.

“But it’s warm in here— and you could catch a cold outside.”

”I just don’t want to interact with people very much,” you explain, trying to play it off as you open the door for him, “Plus, the sky looks really nice outside.”

Bobby simply shrugs, and doesn’t argue back. If this is what you wanted, then sure, he’d be happy to oblige. He felt happy either way, because you looked adorable with red cheeks.

Thing is, he hoped you took this like a date.

Being a manager isn’t easy, the both of you knew that. It’s hard to find anyone nice in a busy life, especially someone who understands the tasks imposed and required of them.

Crossing paths with you felt like destiny, a calming and soothing one. He stared as you helped him settle down on one of the dainty tables outside. You thanked and praised him for handling the coffee’s well, and it made him lit with such joy, that he didn’t realize what he spoke,

“I really do love your charisma, y/n.”

More than several jaws dropped outside.

“Excuse me?”

You’re flabbergasted as you stand frozen still. This was awfully soon, and it felt like this moment was straight off a romance movie when rain started to patter down on your hair.

“I-I um,” Bobby tried to find something to change the conversation, but it was much too late.

“I love your charisma too, Bobby.”

There was a brief pause— and then a sigh of relief.

“Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to ruin everything by saying that!”

Under the rain, it felt so happy sharing a carefree laughter.

To others, however, it was nothing but fear…well except maybe to one.

She was having the time of her life.

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bearbackyard · 1 month ago

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Wild Card - Bobby x Reader | Chapter 7: Take Care

I was gonna keep going but decided to save the date for the next chapter :3 sorry this took FOREVERRRRRR i had work, dog sitting, and i just interviewed for an internship in my field today! super excited. hope you guys enjoy!!!

how ooc can you get for a character with 10 minutes of screen time?

Summary:

Music, sound, it was your everything.

So the day you found your baby cousins notebook was the day you knew she’d be something golden.

Zoey's older cousin, her main supporter throughout her teen years, ends up befriending and falling for her manager.

Word count: 3620 here for ao3 link! part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

“Ooh, that sounds good.”

You, Bobby, and the girls decided to go out to a local tea shop. You’d gotten two days off and after the next performance, you’ll have another day off followed by a 12 hour flight. Yay. Right now, you were scanning the small menu. Zoey had just read off one of the deserts to Rumi while Mira was fanning herself. It was horrendously hot today and it was only slightly cooler inside the small shop. Your last day off, you made sure to get Rumi a bunch of light, long sleeve, non-see through cover-ups. It made you a little concerned, but you didn’t push on why she always covered up and no way in the world would you let her go out in this heat in a sweater.

Mira, unlike Rumi, had been adamant about leaving her hand down. You warned her how much more humid it would be compared to the last few places you were at. Her response? She’s survived Seoul heat with the same hairstyle all her life and waved you off. She didn’t account for the lack of air conditioning in all of the shops.

Mira clumped her hair together as much as she could and raised it away from her neck. “It is so unnecessarily hot today.” She rested her forehead on the table, hoping to cool off at least a little. Her hair ties were way too small to put up all of her hair. Luckily, you had an assortment stuffed away in your bag.

“Mira, honey, here.” You fished out a large scrunchie from your bag and handed it to her. “Put your hair up before you die of heat stroke please.” She took the hair tie like it was salvation, untying her two little ponytails so she could put all her hair together properly. Through sheer will and spite, she managed to put all of it up in a bun and slumped backwards with a small “thank you.”

It was awfully surprising that your little table hadn’t been swarmed by fans. The girls had mentioned something about having "disguises" but it was far too hot for them. There were occasional glances, whispers, and one person tried to sneak a photo, but it wasn’t as many people as you thought. Maybe it was because the shop wasn’t busy, or the heat made people not even care, or maybe you guys somehow managed to wind up in that 1% area where people hardly knew of the girls.

“You girls know what you want? Y/n and I will go order.” Bobby had been watching the little moment between you and Mira. Yeah, it wasn’t much, hell, it was hardly even a moment, but it warmed his heart. Those were his girls and you were his… well, he couldn’t say yet, but knowing you cared for them so much warmed his heart.

Rumi and Zoey listed off their order. Mira hardly looked at the menu. “Whatever Zoey gets as long as it's cold.” You nodded with a small laugh and rose from your seat. You and Bobby made your way to the counter and put the order in.

Bobby’s phone chimed and he barely got to see the notification. It wasn’t anything important, you leaned over to get a quick glimpse of it and it didn’t have his special important business person chime (just another one of the basic ringtones. His real special ringtones were for you and the girls, clips of his favorite songs that suited each of you and silly noises for your text notifications). You slyly pushed his phone down. “Today's our day off.” Keeping his attention on you, you sneakily took the phone from him before replacing it with your own hand and running your thumb over the top.

“But what if-” Bobby began to argue.

“You need a break.” You leaned a little closer to him. “Just for a couple of hours.”

How could he say no to you? Especially when your voice was low like that, whispering so only he could hear. It made a shiver go down his spine, his heart beating a little harder. You knew full well what you could do to him now and you made it your weapon. It wasn’t a bad thing. You made sure he took enough breaks rather than work himself all day long and stress himself out watching the sound charts all day.

“Okay…” He muttered, letting himself physically relax. It was only a few seconds before they called your name and you took the drinks back to your table in the corner. Mira held her drink in her hands, letting the cold from the drink seep into her hands.

“Th-” Rumi had to clear her throat. “Thank you.“

“You okay Rumi?” Bobby looked at her worried. A bug had gone around some of the crew, the cosmetics team were hit the hardest.

Rumi took a sip of her drink. “I’m okay, Bobby. I just needed to clear my throat. Allergies, if anything.”

She looked flushed and she kept trying to hide her sniffling. “Are you sure? You look really flushed.”

“I’m fine, I swear.” She waved you off.

That was a few hours ago. She was not fine.

Rumi only got worse as the day went on which made you put her on bed rest.

“But we have to run through the choreo for-”

“Rumi, I will chain you down to this bed.” You said blankly before handing her a dose of medicine. “Take this and rest. Bobby’s on his way back.” As you walked out of the room, you heard Zoey sneeze. It was just once, but after taking care of her for years you knew it was her “I’m going to combust in 13 seconds. Care for me like a dying Victorian child.” Zoey was also a very cuddly sick person which means whenever she got sick, you got sick. Accepting your fate, you messaged Bobby to pick up extra supplies.

Since their room was the biggest, there was a little living room in it. When you walked in, Mira was laying down on the couch with her hair freshly braided by Zoey. Rather than overheating, she was now shivering and it makes you take a deep breath. Eyes closed, calming yourself and preparing. You weren’t upset, no, of course not. Well, a little, but not at the girls. Couldn’t the makeup crew wear a mask? Especially during such a huge tour as this? You exhaled and shook your head as you walked to the couch and rested your hand on Mira’s arm.

“Mira, let's get you to bed. You too, Hummingbird.” The girls’ hotel room was sort of an odd fixture. It had a little kitchenette and a living room and then two separate rooms with their own bathroom, each with two beds. Rumi slept on her own, the second bed adopting the role of a table with a multitude of things tossed on top of it, while Zoey and Mira shared a room. You helped Mira up and off the couch, leading both her and Zoey to their beds. Too weak to fight, the pink haired girl allowed you to tuck her in along with Zoey. You left the room to get a couple of water bottles and each gave them a dose of the cold medicine.

“Bobby will be back soon, alright girls? We’ll come check in on you.” Mira muttered a thanks while you stared at your cousin. “Zoey, take your medicine.”

Pouting and sniffling like a baby seal, she whined at you. “But I hate pills. You know that.”

“I also know that they work. Take them,” you pushed her water closer to her. “And then rest. I’m not leaving until you do.” With a huff, she complies before dramatically dropping her head on her pillow and making gagging noises. With a laugh and a shake of your head, you exited the room and took a seat on the couch. You leaned your head on the back of the couch as you closed your eyes for just a minute.

Your phone buzzed however long later. It was Bobby letting you know he was making his way up to the room. You got up, stretched, and then made your way to the door. One foot keeping the door propped open, you waited for Bobby outside of the room. He rounded the corner and smiled as your eyes met.

“How are they?” He asked as you took one of the bags from him and let him in the room.

“Sleeping, I hope. Zoey gets bad fever dreams so it's only a matter of time before she wakes back up.” You glanced at her room with a worried expression. When she was younger, you’d try and help take care of her when she was sick. Whenever her parents went to work, you would stop by and make sure she rested properly. Most of the time, she’d get these strange fever dreams, nightmares, that she could never properly describe to you. They were always the same too. Something about hair, another with weird cut out dolls, and something about the number 38? Whatever it was, it freaked her out badly. She had even ran from her bed and tried escaping the house from the bathroom (which had a very, very small window. Not Zoey size).

Bobby rested his hand over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “She’ll be okay.”

“I know, but what if-“

“You need a break.” He teased, leaning closer and nudging your shoulder with his as he smiled. “Just a couple of hours.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Okay, okay. I get it.” Your gaze turned to the counter you were leaning on. “Needed to shoot my words right back at me, huh?”

Smiling, Bobby squeezed your hand again before motioning over to the TV. “Come on, let's just watch something. Take your mind off of our sickly popstar children.” You had to bite your lip from a louder laugh coming out, not wanting to wake the girls. He led you to the couch and put some cheesy romcom on.

His arm around you, you leaned on his shoulders as he held you close. You could smell the mixture of his cologne and the fabric softener he used. Letting yourself melt into Bobby’s warmth, you let the stress of the day run off you. The movie was just loud enough to barely hear and all the lights but the TV were off.

At some point in the middle of the movie, after you let out a yawn, Bobby spoke up again. “Have you ever thought about having kids?” His expression was neutral, gaze locked on the tv as he rubbed your back.

“Kids?” You tilted your head to look up at him. He looked back at you with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

You giggled. “Asking about kids before taking me out first is a choice.”

“We sleep together.”

“And?”

“And,” He pressed his forehead against yours. “It’s just a question. How you care for the girls… you’d make a good mom.” Bobby whispered the last part to you which sent a shiver down your spine.

You stared into his eyes before replying again, “I don’t know.” Your gaze turned to the TV, though you weren’t paying attention at all. “I never really thought about it. Zoey, I mean, we’re more like sisters, but… I don’t know. Never had anyone else to think about having a family with.”

Bobby hummed in response. “I’ve always wanted kids, but I haven’t thought about it in awhile. The way everything worked out.”

“You mean with your mom?” Your head tilted back up to look at him again.

“Yeah. And then after she got better, I had to do military service and when I got back, I think there was only a 2 month gap before I started my internship and then found the girls.” His hand moved to rub your arm. “Always wanted a family though.”

“I’ve seen how you are with the girls.” You ran the tips of your fingers over his arm. “You’d make an amazing dad. Might have to work on how much you let them get away with first.” You teased.

“Hey, I don’t let them get away with… a lot!”

“Mhm, sureee.” You both laughed after failing to keep straight faces.

There was a beat in silence, both of you turned towards the TV despite not actually watching it.

“We could, you know…” Bobby began.

“Hm?”

“Go out. Just us two. First date, next time we get the chance.” You felt your face warm as you instinctively cuddled in closer.

“I’d love that.”

You were sick. Zoey had been, well, Zoey. Sick, weeping, pathetic Zoey. The pinnacle of a sopping wet kitten that needed cuddles to get better. And of course, there was a show tonight.

The girls were all better. Hell, with how you and Bobby watched over them last night, they were feeling the best they had been since they were kids. But you? You were even more stubborn than Rumi. Somehow managing to hide your symptoms from Bobby, you were now behind the soundboard dying. Yeah, you were dying. Shivering, flushed, mask on to hide your runny nose.

You looked like shit.

“I’m going to tell Bobby.”

“Anahi, I will sneeze on you if you tell him before the show is over.” You stared the light technician down because she knew full well that you would, in fact, sneeze on her if she tried,

“If you die up here, I’m not carrying you down.” She took her place and side eyed you again.

You made someone else call out the soundcheck, some stupid excuse so no one would question it. Once that was done and there were only 30 minutes till the door opened, you checked your phone. Bobby let you know that he was dealing with something behind stage so he couldn’t come up there to you. Perfect, he won't know till after then! You did miss him though. A lot. So much. Oh what you wouldn’t give to be in bed with him right now, Rest, god you wanted to rest, Your head was pounding despite the pills you downed an hour ago.

It's okay. It's fine. Just, what, 3 hours max? You could do that no problem. Yeah.

Yeah no you wanted to die. Keel over and just blegh.

The show felt like it took a thousand years to be over. You missed a cue once and Mira’s mic got accidentally lowered at some point. That was definitely going to be one of those “someone's getting fired” videos. It was just a small mistake! You fixed it in like 13 seconds. By the end of the show, you were literally a zombie.

“I’m telling Bobby now.” You didn’t even argue as Anahi left the tech booth. You felt cold, freezing even which probably meant you were burning up. In your zombie state, you hardly recognized Bobby walking up to the tech booth.

He was worried, touching your shoulder to slowly try and help you up. “Y/n… why didn’t you say something earlier.” You didn’t respond, too tired and gross feeling to respond. Bobby led you back to the van and eventually, into the hotel room and to bed. You didn’t even take any medicine. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

You groaned, hand on your head as you tried sitting up. You hardly remembered anything after the concert, just that you felt like shit. You still feel like shit. God, you need water, food, and cold medicine before you explode or die of the plague. Where was Bobby? You hated the fact that you most definitely made him worry. You should’ve told him sooner, yes, but the show also needed to get done. And the girls had no openers so it wasn’t really that long!

The door to the room opened and Bobby peaked his head in. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” You shook your head, immediately regretting your decision because you began to feel a bit lightheaded. Bobby sighed. He looked… frustrated. Oh man, you made him upset.

He had a bowl of oatmeal in his hands, the bag of medicines and water bottles that you had set aside for the girls in the other. “Here,” you scrunched your nose when you took the bowl from him. “Zoey said you hate it, but it’s going to be the easiest on your stomach. Eat first and then take the medicine.”

You bit your lip at his neutral expression, sensing his frustration. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Your voice was quiet and hoarse. You had to clear your throat after speaking. “I didn’t want to worry you.” You let your fingers brush against the top of his hand before returning to holding the bowl of mush.

Bobby, eyebrows knit, sighed. “You should’ve.” He leaned over, his hand resting on your shoulder, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Bobby’s hand moved up to caress your cheek. “Eat, take your medicine, and then rest, okay? Call me if you need anything. Please.”

“I promise I will.” You raised your hand, settling it over his before turning your head and pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm.

Bobby smiled. “Okay, I have to help Rumi clean up that mess of a bed before tomorrow's flight.” You let his hand go. “Eat, or I’m gonna get.” He teased as he walked out the door. You ate the oat slop and took your meds. It was awhile until you could fall asleep. You stared at the ceiling, counting the milliseconds until your eyes closed and you could finally rest.

But it wasn’t for long.

You shot up from the bed, breathing heavy. Your hand shot to your heart as if you could still the heavy beats before moving to grip onto your arm with that weird rash. It had shrunk and faded a lot more, but it was still there. You had a nightmare. Flashes of strange creatures, a burning fire, the girls were crying, they were hurting but you couldn’t get to them. You lost sight of Bobby as your body moved on your own, leading you into a bright light while you could hear someone — Rumi — crying. You were fully conscious and yet, you had no power over your body. Just a loud voice in your head reminding you of your failures and then offering you a place in the fire.

You were scared. Terrified.

Your hands fumbled with your phone, vision blurry as you desperately opened Bobby’s contact and called him. This time, the girls’ room was a few floors above yours. It would take a bit for him to come down since the elevator is scarily slow.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Bobby answered.

“I- I had a nightmare. Sorry I- I just… can you come down?” You wiped at the sweat on your forehead.

“I’ll be there in a second.” And the phone call ended.

Bobby slid his phone into his pocket, grabbing his keycard and waving to the girls. “Gotta go check on Y/n.”

“What happened?” Zoey asked, concerned.

“Said she had a bad dream. I gotta go.” Bobby started hurrying out the room. “Sorry girls.”

“Noo I’ve plagued her with my dreams.” Zoey slumped dramatically into Mira’s arms.

Rumi yelled after Bobby, “Tell her we love her!”

He was going to punch the elevator button. Could this damn thing be any slower??? He’s been sitting here for, what, 10 minutes? (30 seconds). This shouldn’t take that long! (The doors literally just opened). Practically smashing the control panel, he selected the floor number and the elevator practically groaned as it started lowering down. When was this thing last serviced? This was a hazard! Oh he’s for sure calling someone about this.

Ping!

The doors opened and Bobby nearly bolted down the hallway and tapped the keycard on the lock to the room.

“Y/n! Are you okay?”

You jumped, not expecting him down that fast. “Bobby! I-“ He sat down next to you on the bed. “I’m okay, now that you’re here.” You touched his arm.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He shifted his position, laying back on the bed with you.

You fiddled with your hands before looking him in the eye again. “It had something to do with that… thing on my arm. It grew down my arm and was glowing for some reason. I couldn’t control myself. I was walking somewhere through the streets. I tried to get to you, but my feet just kept going. The girls, they were sobbing, wailing and there was this voice,” you touched your temple. “In my head and it… all the bad thoughts, it was screaming at me. There was this huge fire and I couldn’t stop myself from walking towards it. It was huge, bright but so cold. It felt so real. I could feel everything around me like it was actually happening.”

You tore your gaze away from him and looked down, arms wrapped around yourself in comfort. “I was all alone.”

Bobby brought you into his arms, hugging you close and resting his chin on top of your head. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around him. “You’re not alone. You won’t ever be alone as long as I’m here, okay? I promise.” The gut wrenching statement made your heart warm and you hugged him tighter as you blinked away tears.

Here he was, holding you close. You, who was sick, sinus full, bones aching, a minor fever. He didn’t care. Bobby would rather ensure your safety, ensure you knew you were loved than worry about how gross you were (or at least, you felt gross).

“You’re going to get sick.” You muttered weakly after a decent amount of time.

“I don’t care.”

“Bobby…”

“Y/n….” He laughed at your pout. “I’ll be fine, okay?”

“Okay… Thank you.”

“Always and forever.”

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