short story for Feliiness!

The sound of instruments flowed around the room. The band was practising a song they were hoping to release next month, as a surprise at their first show. "Alright guys, that was great! I'm confident that we'll be able to perfect this before the show." Yuuna, the bands manager, speaks once they finish the song. "We're not perfect at it yet?" Striker, who plays the guitar, comments. Sabrina laughs slightly at him. "It's never perfect, it can always be better." She's the back-up vocals and keyboard player. "She's right about that, as always." Roxie smiles at her from her seat at the drums. "Can practically see the hearts in your eyes, Rox." Yeen, the bass guitarist, says quite snarkily. His comment gets both of the girlfriends to glare at him. "No need for those looks, guys. Let's take a quick break, I bet you're all wishing for one." Blair Oliver, the bands lead singer, tells his friends. No one is opposed to that idea, so they all head to a nearby cafe to relax. Oliver attempts to grab at Yeen's hand, but he pulls his hand away. He wanted to be annoyed, but he's just not one for PDA. That's what he says, anyway. The group of musicians all get into their respective vehicles to drive to the coffee shop. 

Entering the cafe, they all order a drink and a snack and go find somewhere to sit down. As soon as they sit down, a small debate starts. “Why don't we work on ‘perfecting’ our other songs too, isn't that important? Or are we only playing one song at the show?” Everyone could hear the hostility present in Sabrina’s voice. Yunna sighs, unsure as to why this keeps being brought up. “Obviously the entire set is important, but the released songs are already engraved in our veins. We know all the notes. With the new song it's important that we don't accidentally mess up on stage, which is more likely to happen because we don't know it that well.” Sabrina just stares back at this reply, not entirely satisfied with it. Roxie’s eyes light up as if she just had an idea. “Can me and Sabrina get a solo on this song? Keyboard solos are always cool since they’re not that popular.” Striker tries to muffle his laughter, but fails miserably. “Don't you two know Yeen already has the solo? Why do you want to take his part?” Upon hearing his name his head perks up. He prefers to not get involved in these discussions, they're pointless and go nowhere anyway. “You'll get your solo next song we release, it's already written down and I've talked about it with Yunna.” Oliver's quick problem solving fixed that before it could become an argument between the girls and Striker. “It’s already 9:30, is this band session ever going to end?” Yeen half jokes, although it is an hour and a half past the agreed end-time. They all say goodbye and begin to gather their stuff and get into the cars. 

On the drive home, Blair feels that he should talk to Yeen about stuff that's been bothering him. “Hey, why don’t you want to hold hands with me? You did with your last boyfriend.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but Blair could tell he was annoyed with this question. It wasn't the first time they had talked about this. “As I told you already, I don't like PDA.” He wanted to continue the conversation, but he didn't want to upset Yeen any more. The ride is dead quiet for the rest of the drive. Even when the car pulls into the parking lot and they're getting ready to head into the apartment complex, no words are said. Not even a quick “goodbye”. Yeen doesn’t wait for Blair and walk him into the building either, he just walks in to head home. It feels weird not walking to his apartment with him. They have apartments across the hall from each other, so it just became routine to walk up together. By the time he exits the car and walks into the building, Yeen is already in his apartment. As soon as Blair gets the door unlocked, he's heading towards his room. Flopping on his bed, he figures he needs sleep. After his nap he’ll talk to Yeen. 

He didn’t. He did not talk to him about anything. It’s now the night before their performance and he told himself he would for sure say something before the show. He has to do it now, so with a shaky deep breath Oliver knocks on his door quietly. The door opens up, showing a groggy-looking Yeen. “What's up, Oli? You wanna stay the night or something?” Seeing him makes him second guess if this is a good idea. He nervously laughs. “Not exactly, but I probably will.” He moves out of the doorway so Oliver can come in. Once he enters, Yeen sits down on his couch and pats a spot beside him. Signalling he wants him to sit down beside him. Oliver does, and tries to steady his thoughts. It's now or never. “Why do you treat me like I'm a secret? I get not liking PDA, but even just every once in a while is fine. It makes me think you don't want to be with me, and that I don't mean something to you. Do I mean something to you?” An instant weight lifted off his chest. He feels infinitely better almost immediately. Finally being able to say stuff that was on his mind for months is such a relieving feeling he can't even explain it. Yeen takes a few moments to reply, just looking at him for a bit. “I.. Didn’t know you felt that way. I'm sorry, you mean a lot to me.” Before Oliver could open his mouth to reply, he gets smushed into Yeen’s chest for a hug. It caught him off guard, but he hugs him back as soon as the shock fizzes away. “I love you. Let's kill it at that performance tomorrow.”