Page 15 of Bliss & Her Idols

He’s thrumming with energy as he bounces up and down. “Where the hell did you get those? Jin is only singing for one night tomorrow. It’s being streamed globally. Shit, fans have been going crazy because they can’t get hold of tickets. Being able to attend in person is like finding a golden Willy Wonka ticket.”

“Are these real?” I whisper.

“Nope, you’re dreaming right now.” Chase pushes his silvery hair back from his face. “And I’m your fairy godmother. Also, sorry to break it to you, but Willy Wonka also doesn’t exist. Do I need to give you the speech about the Easter Bunny? The Tooth Fairy? Santa?”

I glare at him. “I meant, are thesefake?”

“How dare you imply that I would… Okay, I can’t even pretend to be offended because I totally would fake them. Forging paperwork is one of my many talents. But these…?” Chase shakes the tickets. “They’re the real deal.”

“How did you manage this?” I snatch the tickets, hugging them to my chest.

I’m going to Jin’s next concert.

I’m seeing my Beta.

My stomach is twisted in knots. I only have tomorrow to plan how to start this mission.

Chase places his hands behind his head and rests against them like he hasn’t just managed the near impossible. “I’m a resistance member who is bonded to a billionaire Omega. That’s how I pulled this off. Luckily, I’m confident enough in my Alphalinity that I’m not challenged when Rook throws his money and status around to help me out, including snagging these. Have you noticed the V.I.P pass? You get a meet and greet beforehand. Don’t ask Jin anything that I wouldn’t. But then, I’d ask him literally anything.”

My heart races.

A meet and greet as well?

I can ask my ideal Idol questions?

This is perfect.

Terrifying.

But perfect.

Except, I don’t know if I will freeze.

I’ve danced and lived my life to Jin’s sinful, rocky voice for a decade. I’ve put my iPod in and fallen to sleep to his honeyed singing. I’ve spent months analyzing every public appearance, vlog, and interview.

I don’t know anyone as well as I do Jin, apart from my own brothers.

Yet I don’t know him at all. At least, nothingreal.

He’s untouchable.

But at the same time, mesmerizing.

I feel like I’m drowning, unable to suck in oxygen, when I look too long at Jin’s elegant face with his white hair and his fathomless dark eyes.

Sometimes, his shirt will hang open, revealing a flash of his gorgeous collarbone, teasing at the tempting body beneath his layers of silks and satins.

But only ever teasing.

What would it feel like to stroke down his willowy body and slowly strip away those layers, one by one?

Yet I’ve fallen for Jin’s playful side, which he reveals off stage. A side that is squashed by the staff, when it shines through.

Can I tease it out of him at the meet and greet? Break through his frozen exterior to the playful man inside?

I’ll be walking a tightrope, making sure that I don’t put the star in more danger than he already is in, while not revealing who I truly am.

If I do, then I could be executed. My brothers as well.

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