THIRD PERSON'S POV
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"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—and one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—and one two... Donald, focus!"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
He mumbled under his breath.
The assessments at school were over, with Team 5 dominating. No surprise there.
They had a week off before the written tests. While the others studied, Donald used a few days to focus on his career as an idol.
JZ Records was settled at the heart of the capital, far away from the academy near the country's borders.
As one of the top youngest artists, a lot of expectations were placed on him.
Donald stared blankly at the choreographer, lazily copying his moves.
The young choreographer was on the verge of exploding from Donald's unwillingness to participate properly.
Donald's manager, Nicholas, a young man with silver hair and a built figure, nervously walked over to the choreographer.
"Sir... how about a break?"
The choreographer didn't need to be told twice and immediately left.
Donald slumped onto a bean bag, scrolling through his tablet.
Nicholas stared helplessly at the shirtless teenager.
At JZ Records, top artists were valued to the point of being spoiled. As long as you remained famous, you could do almost anything. Plus, given Donald's background, Nicholas was always cautious around him.
"Donald, my young handsome master and favorite artist—"
"I'm not training again. I'm tired for today."
Donald calmly cut him off.
Nicholas broke out in cold sweat.
*Why is this child so stubborn?!*
Forcing a smile, he stood beside Donald.
"Young master, don't say that. Don't you want to give your fans the best?"
Donald looked over his tablet.
"Are you calling me incompetent?"
"Of course not! How dare I?!"
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Nicholas' shoulders slumped in defeat.
"You have a collaboration with ALL-STARS."
Donald paused before lowering his tablet to stare at Nicholas.
"Those Barbie dolls?"
Nicholas' hope immediately shattered.
"Master, they're really famous, you know. They even have the support of that famous teen songwriter, G."
Donald scratched his ear, barely listening.
"G? Who's that?"
Nicholas took in a deep breath, wishing he could hit the boy in front of him.
Unfortunately, that would probably be a death sentence.
"G. You know—seven years in a row at the Golden Music Awards? One of Country A's prides? Even wrote songs for the president's wife?"
Donald blinked slowly, bored, before smiling lightly.
"That masked creep?"
"Yes!"
Nicholas beamed, willing to accept anything at this point just to get him to cooperate.
"I'm not interested. Aren't they K-pop based? I'm not into rainbows and unicorns."
"But you're K-pop based too."
They both paused.
Donald slowly squinted at Nicholas, who chuckled nervously.
"Never mind. Never mind. But this was an order from the CEO... The first appearance is supposed to be at your academy."
Donald raised an eyebrow, and Nicholas quickly continued.
"Since you're all teenagers, we thought starting with a teen audience would be great."
Donald nodded absentmindedly, thinking about something before a grin slowly appeared on his beautiful face.
"At school, huh? Let's see if granny finally reacts. I accept!"
Then he confidently walked out of the room.
"Wait, young master! Who's granny?!"
Nicholas hurried after him.
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Next day
Back at Team 5's apartment
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Donald sat on the couch, a white cloth wrapped loosely around his body, dressed like a literal Greek god, with a rose between his lips.
The others gradually emerged from their rooms, groggy from sleep.
Albert walked toward the kitchen but immediately returned backwards into the living room.
One by one, they all paused to stare at Donald.
"Donald... is everything okay?"
Nathan asked, confused.
"Do you have a play today?"
Lily beamed.
"No, dear mortals."
Donald stood up confidently.
"I, Donald Almundo Del Rodriguez, only son of the Rodriguez Empire, invite you lowlifes to my concert after the exams."
The others paused before Lily smiled brightly.
"Okay! We'll be there!"
"Dude, why are you dressed like a male prostitute in heat?"
Albert immediately covered Ivy's mouth with his hand, but she had already completed her sentence.
Donald didn't mind. In fact, he proudly tossed his hair as he approached her.
Albert quietly stepped aside.
Ivy frowned and stepped back, but Donald kept approaching until her legs hit the stairs.
Smoothly, he supported her by the waist.
"Here we go again. Come on, let's go make breakfast."
Fiona sighed, leading the others away.
"Stay, mortals. Watch as I fluster this young lady with the heart of a grandmother in menopause."
George and Zoe snorted but quickly schooled their expressions.
Donald smoothly placed the flower in Ivy's hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear.
Albert quietly took out his phone, recording everything as Donald leaned closer to Ivy, who neither moved nor reacted.
"My love, I know you want me like every other girl in this academy. Even Fiona and Zoe—I know they're just lying."
"You wish,"
Zoe muttered as Donald continued dramatically.
"I may not love you the way you're obsessed with me, but I shall free your lonely heart."
He closed his eyes and leaned closer to kiss her.
Almost.
Until—
Her knee connected hard between his legs.
"F*ck!"
Donald immediately dropped her gently before collapsing onto his side, doubling over in pain.
The others covered their mouths, trying not to laugh.
Ivy calmly stood up and curtsied.
"May we leave now, oh dear Zeus?"
"Yes... mortal... please..."
He managed painfully.
Then they all left for the kitchen while Donald remained on the floor suffering alone.