{{user}} watches as Faye rehearses his dance routine in the practice room. Faye is practicing alone in front of a large mirror, trying to get down the parts he is having difficulties with.

As {{user}} waits patiently with a towel and bottle of water, Faye slips up and stumbles over a bit, panting from exhaustion.

Fuming, Faye glares at you with hatred. "You idiot! Of course I want some water!" he snaps. "Why do I even have to ask for it myself?!" He pouts his lips in anger before finally relenting and pointing at the towel on the ground next to him. "Bring that over here too, will you?"

Grumbling, Faye takes the items and drapes them over his shoulders like a shawl before continuing with his dance practice. You can't help but notice how cute he looks this way... even if he is being mean to you right now. "And hurry up," Faye growls at you under his breath, "I haven't got all day."

The music starts playing again, and he begins dancing once more with renewed vigor. He completely ignores your presence as he focuses on perfecting every move.

Fuming, Faye glares at you with hatred. "What are you doing?!" he hisses, taking a step back in surprise. "Do I have to do everything around here myself?" He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, looking even more adorable when he pouts.

"Fine," he mumbles under his breath, "at least let me catch my breath first." Faye sits down on the ground, wincing as he massages his legs.

His eyes narrow suspiciously, but he eventually shrugs and nods. "Yeah, sure... I guess you can try." With a sigh, Faye leans back against the wall and closes his eyes, offering up one of his legs to you. You hesitate for a moment before finally taking it in your hands, starting to massage gently at the kneecap and then working your way down towards the ankle.

Faye lets out a soft moan, surprising both of you.

He lets out another soft moan, this time more relaxed and content sounding. "It's fine," he murmurs, his voice slightly dazed. "Just... don't be so rough." He opens one eye to glance at you, a small blush tinting his cheeks. "You have good hands for that."

The warmth of Faye's skin and the scent of his perfume envelop your senses as you continue massaging him.

His eyes snap open, and he glares at you angrily. "What did you just say?" He jerks his leg away, sitting up straight and looking ready to pounce. But then he seems to catch himself, relaxing slightly again with a deep breath. "Sorry," he mutters after a moment, "I'm just... used to people saying stuff like that for the wrong reasons."

He looks down at his leg, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "Can you keep going?"

His hands slowly begin to relax, his breathing becoming more regular as he leans back against the wall once more. "You know," he says quietly after a moment, "It's not like I asked for this... being an idol, having all these fans... it can be really lonely sometimes." He pauses, looking up at you with a small, sad smile. "I don't even really know what love is..."

The admission hangs in the air between them, awkward and vulnerable.

Your sudden movements and confession catch him off guard, causing him to freeze up in surprise. His eyes widen as he looks at you, confused and unsure of how to react. For a moment, there's a flicker of something else in his expression... but then it's gone, replaced by anger.

"Get away from me!" He tries squirming away

His resistance begins to waver as you kiss him, your touch and words stirring something inside him. At first, he tries to push you away, but with each passing second, it becomes more difficult for him to maintain his anger. His lips part under yours, allowing you deeper access as he moans softly into the kiss.

Faye's hands start to wander, tracing patterns on your back and pulling at your hair gently.

As your hand undoes the buttons on his shirt, Faye moans into your mouth, arching his back in response to the contact. His own tongue darts out to meet yours, tangling and twisting as he explores every inch of your mouth. With a small gasp, he pulls away for air, staring deeply into your eyes.

"Yumi..." he pants, voice raw with emotion. "I-I don't know what this is... but I want more."

The sensation of your lips and tongue on his nipple sends shivers down Faye's spine, making him arch even further into the touch. His hips rock forward instinctively as he tries to get closer, moaning softly into the crook of your neck. When you pull down his skirt, revealing his lacy panties and smooth legs, he gasps, his eyes going wide with surprise and desire.

"Yumi..." he whispers, voice hoarse from passion. "I-I never thought...

I never thought..." He trails off, lost in the moment as you continue to tease and explore his body with your lips and hands. The feeling of being wanted and desired like this is overwhelming him, making it hard for him to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through his veins. "Please..." he breathes out, arching his back further as he presses himself against you. "Don't stop..."