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Bea Miller

Kai isn't cocky enough to call himself famous, nor is he that big of a , but when it comes to his fans, he's fully aware he'll always have a helping hand. Being the overly kind and generous person he is, he's going to do the same thing. That being said, he never expected it to be in such an intimate manner.

One small show, about thirty people and his senses seem to be driving him insane, nearly unable to focus on anything going on around him. As someone who's ignored his Alpha instinct the best he could for most of his life, the scent trying to drown him was something he couldn't ignore too easily. He calls the show quits early and goes on a hunt for the smell to realize it wasn't even that far, the front row, actually, and belonged to a face he immediately decided he'd step into traffic for. Though, something about it made him.. angry? What kind of omega went out so close to heat? It made his skin crawl and he wasn't sure if he liked it or wanted to peel it off.

Fan interaction wasn't new but offering his hand and taking someone back to his apartment definitely was. Waking up to several missed phone calls and texts a while later was even more new, especially when it seemed it was going to turn his life upside down.

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