39 Black 'Tie Me', Haruki!

"Senpai!" the singer whined, moving away.

"Oh. Are you going to tell me you never used lip balm?!" Saito countered with irony, and motioned for Haruki to approach again.

The singer stared at him, yes he had used lipstick, lip balm, and gloss before, several times. And for that very reason, he knew that the way the mountaineer was rubbing his lip was filled with naughtiness. It was sexualized.

Saito looked at the singer's mouth, while rubbing his thumb in a calm and indifferent gesture, which made Haruki wonder, 'Did I imagine things?'

And in response to the request to approach, he took a step forward. Saito returned to rubbing his thumb with lipstick on Haruki's lips. The singer pushed Saito's hand from his mouth, annoyed.

"Saito, stop it. I appreciate your friendship, and I will feel bad if I have to leave because of it," Haruki said, glaring at the other man. He decided not to let this uncomfortable situation pass as if nothing was happening. He wasn't crazy nor someone unable to understand signs and the differences between touches. He was into the entertainment industry, he was touched all the time by makeup artists, and even was trained to produce dubious gestures and touch with the other band's members as fan service. Girls loved the bromance thing.

And that was the reason Haruki knew he shouldn't be dubious about knowing that Saito wanted him, and that he was unrequited. And in return, he received a disdainful look. The mountaineer threw the lip balm aside.

"Let's go downstairs," Saito said, barely hiding his offense.

He left first. The singer followed him.

From the staircase, Haruki saw three of them gathered in the lobby. Jun's tall and disruptive figure immediately attracted his eyes, with his shirt unbuttoned and his bowtie loose, talking with Takashi and Hinata.

They stopped chatting and looked up at the two descending the stairs.

From the baker's and the artist's smartwatches, hearts popped in the air.

"Oh, is all this commotion for me?" the mountaineer asked mockingly. Haruki felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. His smile froze because a heart had also come out of his smartwatch.

But how to avoid feeling that way, if Jun was beautiful in black-tie?!

Still, he tried not to smile back.

He saw Jun look at something behind him, and whistle in approval.

Looking over his shoulder at the top of the stairs, Haruki saw Daisuke going down the steps as if he were just floating.

He looked stunning with a pink scarf over the black-tie. His long hair was tied with a black ribbon in a man's bun. He also had makeup on, which made him look more androgynous. Anyway, Daisuke was devastatingly handsome, and the singer felt angry at Jun, angry at himself, and angry at Daisuke, for being so irritatingly perfect.

The singer realized he was staring shamelessly at the influencer.

"You are hawt, dude!" the two praised each other at the same time, with the same words.

"...!" The blinked in surprise for the synchronicity.

"Ha ha ha!" a hearty laugh came from Hinata, who said playfully, "I'm going to want more than a dance with the 'Princesses' at the ball tonight." And he made a swinging motion with his hips, showing what else he would want. Which made Takashi slap Hinata on the head.

"You will need a lot more to get something from me, Hinata-kun," the influencer replied, laughing as he looked at himself in the hall mirror.

Jun came in a beeline until he was inches from Haruki, in front of everyone. It made the singer beg internally, 'Shit! Jun, don't kiss me, please!'

"Tie me," Jun said as if they were intimate. It was neither a question nor an order. His tone was just as natural as if they were a couple.

"...!"

"Do the tie..." Jun winked.

But Haruki didn't know how to tie neckties. He couldn't even ask Saito for help. Looking around, he was looking for a tightly tied bowtie. 'Daisuke? No way… Ah! Takashi!'

"I don't know how to do it. But Takashi-san, can you help us, please?" the singer almost stammered with nervousness.

"Okie. I will teach you how to, Haruki-san."

Takashi undid his own bowtie and while he made the new knot, he was teaching Haruki to tie Jun's bowtie.

The singer's hands were clumsy and his mind, a daze. He couldn't concentrate on learning how to make the knot with Jun's eyes so close to him, subtly sniffing his cologne, swallowing and making his sexy neck sexier, or licking his lips. Haruki felt the warm air of his breath, and how his heart was pumping fast.

'I'm not going to look at Jun Junior!' He promised himself.

Jun discreetly nudged Haruki's thigh with his hand, and it immediately made Haruki's body painfully aroused.

'Why is he doing it to me, in public?'

"Stoooop it!" he grunted.

Jun winked at him, and whispered,

"Why? I'm only following your suggestion. Being ga-ay…"