CHAPTER 006.
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Pressing your grey backpack closer to you, you have the lower part of your face covered with it. Your (H/C) hair, deliberately made to cover your face from his view. You have your gaze averted downwards.

As the minutes drift by, your agitation worsens.

You are slightly too aware of your breathing as you feel severely anxious for what is to come.

So to soothe the anxiety within you, you would—every now and then—sneak a glance at Star, making sure that you know all the tiny movement he does. While you are able to keep a close eye on Star though, there is still that slight repercussion.

Because in every little action Star does, no matter how harmless it is, you can't stop yourself from flinching or stiffening.

You are too alert

...a bit too alert for your own good, that the actor beside you had even sensed your odd movements.

Ah, how did it even come to this?!

You grip onto your bag, almost sulking.

Why did you just let him easily take you away? Are you really that spineless? You bury your face deeper to your bag, feeling embarrassed.

Now, if Star had just offered you food like earlier; then that would be considered more fine, but—

F*ck my life...

A sigh leaves your lips as you catch your mind slowly drifting away from the most important part of this situation.

Disappointed with yourself acting very childishly in such a serious situation, you give yourself some slap.

That, of course, catches his attention.

"Are you fine?"

You tilt your head towards him who still has his blue-ish eyes on the empty road. It does not take a second though before Star turns his attention to you, meeting your tired gaze and holding it with concern.

You gulp your saliva, instantly gazing away with a faint red shade of blush spread over your cheeks. Damn it! you mentally swear, not liking the effect his good looks has on you.

You cannot blame yourself, however, as you haven't exactly built yourself a strong resistance against these pretty boys yet.

And with the handsome lad giving you that look full of sincerity; it causes your heart to sway.

But then again, that is just the work of fuck luck. There's no way Star would ever show that kind of expression to you when he is given the will. So you harden your heart again, forcing out a sigh, as you give out a scowl, "Am I supposed to be fine?"

Star furrows his brows, a bit taken aback by the hostility he was shown. "Yes?" he answers to you in an uncertain tone, which only cause you to glare at him. The blonde-haired man flinches in his seat; something just seems to stab him in the heart as you continuously grant him that look of anger.

But why?

Star only intended to help you; but why in the world are you so mad at him?! He suddenly stops the car, causing the both of you to jolt forward by the impact. Since you didn't expect him to step on the brakes so suddenly, you let out an embarrassing squeak.

"Star, what the fu—"

He presses a hand over your potty mouth, looking at you with his expressive dark- blue eyes.  "(Y/N)," Star softly calls out your name. "Believe me," he pleads, "I have no intentions other than to help you."

Looking at him so deeply, you can almost get swallowed by those convincing eyes. He seems sad—hurt by your reaction that you started to get guilty. Maybe, it was just him being kind; and you misinterpreted it.

You let go a sigh.

But still, you have to be cautious around him.

You press your bag harder.

"Okay," you forces out while you avert your (E/C) eyes from Star. Upon hearing your word, he finally drops his intense gaze. A relieved smile tugs his lips as he slowly takes his hand away from your mouth.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he whispers.

You don't really understand why he said that.

If anything, you should be the one who is grateful since he is lending you a hand.

But then again the help you have received from him was forced on you. You never asked for it; you never wanted to stay with Star in the first place. If he hadn't come—if he hadn't come to the park, then you wouldn't have been stucked with him like right now.

But why... why did he come?

How did he know you were there? You shake your mind, recalling his expression when he saw you. No he did not seem to know that you were there. When he saw you, he looked shocked instead.

So what happened? Why?

"Star.... you're not a stalker, are you?"  you ask, instantly snapping the blonde haired man out of his thoughts. His blue eyes widen as Star gapes at you by the absurdity of your question.

What? Stalker?

"Stalker? What do you mean?!!"

Star is an actor. Not a fan.. Why would you think of him as a stalker? His face expresses complete confusion and displeasure for being thought of like that.

"You didn't go to the park because of me?" Your voice is soft; you did not mean to sound so egotistical right now, but you were just making certain of his intentions. From your words, he gets flustered. He immediately turns that idea down.

"N—no!" the actor exclaims, tripping on his words, "I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a drive; but I never thought of seeing you there."

"It was just pure coincidence," he mumbles.

N̴̝̭͚̺̠̥͂́̈́̑͘o̸̧͔̭̰̙̣͙̖͗͛͛͒̂̇ͅ ̸̡̛̪̩̫̩͔͍̺͔̃̆̋í̶̥̹̱̥̅̽̋ṯ̸̳͍̬̅̉̔ ̷̛̹̲͕͙̗́͒̈͌͘w̶͖̱̩̩̗̔̐ä̷̻́͐͌̈͐͘̕s̷̼̰͈̻̰͚̏̇͊̈̂͊̚͘n̸̡͍͙̜̫̱͇͓̜͗̈'̷̡̘̗̝̞͖̖̖̌̌̓͗̒̏̇̿͝͝ţ̴̛͈͔̭̭̩͖̼͔̮̈́̀͋̐͒̽͘͝͝...

His electric-blue eyes are now centered on the road, but he has not bothered to start the car. He is slightly zoning out as Star momentarily thinks of the reason why he left his house.

He wasn't lying when he said that he could not sleep, but Star did intentionally leave out some parts. He didn't tell you the part that he could not sleep because you were in his thoughts all night. Not that he's obsessed or what; he was just worried for your sake.

Liky why did you leave him? Are you fine? And such—this is funny really... why is he troubling himself with all those thoughts. But then again, Star is naturally a person who cares for other well-beings.

Ơ̵̝̞͉̦̭͚̞̰͍̪͂̓͘͝h̷̺̞̠̖͕̠̯̫͗̄͑̈́̅̅͜,̴͉̦͉̯͓̬̦̟͔̏͊͊̕ ̵̛̺̏́̇̚r̴̛͔̎̈̐̓̑͝ē̷̡̞̺̗͎̰͍̗̪͖̇͊̂͐̕̚a̴̛̜̦̮͓̩̘̰̥̥̤̓̂͐̐͒̅̔̕ļ̶͕͉͇͉̠̳̝̍̃̀͐̐̈́͜l̸̟̼̟̤̰͍̐̏͑͘ÿ̸̛̳̈̈́́̈́̀̍̑̾?

So he couldn't sleep? you ponder.

"And so... you went to a children's park?" you curiously question, raising a brow at him who just nodded. "I was not really thinking of anything. All I wanted at that time was a breath of fresh air," Star replies, looking so lost in his own thoughts.

"But you didn't have to go the park. You're rich! I know that you have some garden there to go to for a breath of fresh air," you argue.

"I—I don't know, (Y/N). I was not thinking really. I just went there—not expecting you or anything at all," Star says in his defense as he directly looks at you again.

You then take that as a chance to read his face, carefully scanning for any clues that might tell he is lying.. But it doesn't seem like it. Just like earlier, Star seems genuine with his words.

"Okay.." you mutter under your breath, finally giving up with your investigations. Why in the world are you even so riled up with this?

You have your hands that can crush his nuts if he tries to take advantage of you—And then there's also Luck. He should help you if something goes wrong.

The silence in the car becomes too burdening... you can't help but speak to vanish the lingering tension away. "By the way, nice pajamas," you tell him as Star is just about to start the car.

He lessens his grip on the steering wheel as he gradually places a hand instead to conceal his handsome face from you. You look at him, puzzled, before later realizing that he is blushing.

Hm?

You blink your (E/C) eyes at him, confused for a second before a small laughter escapes your throat. Ok.. he got you there; he is cute.

F*ck.

Hearing your laugh worsens Star's blush.

This is seriously the most embarrassing moment of his life. Now, why in the world did he even decide to go out without changing his clothes. Well, but then again... Star did not expect to see you there.

"Please stop that," he begs to you as the feeling of damn embarrassment drown him within. Though Star likes the sound of your laugh to his ears, he does not want to hear your laughter this way.

You mainly grin at him.

Since it's the very first time you grinned at him after you guys met at the park earlier... that somehow catches Star off guard.

You don't notice his stunned reaction, however— as you continue to laugh before letting out a sigh of satisfaction aftet the fit.

"Okay.. I'm done," you warmly say to him afterwards as you proceed to squeeze the bag in your arms.

He doesn't reply to that, still dazed at the sight of seeing you smile. Star later snaps out of it, wiping the memory off from his thoughts. There is no reason to act like he's so bewitched by your smile because it's just a smile. It's nothing special at all.

He shakes his head.

The man then starts his bright red car, finally continuing their journey to his mansion. Eventually, in the midst of the travel, exhaustion starts to overcome you.

Your eyes start to get droopy. An involuntary yawn can't be suppressed right after. Your head seems to get heavy, so you gently rest it on the window. It is clear that your body is craving for a moment of nap.

Despite being so sleepy though, you still did not dare to succumb to dream world. You would occasionally open your eyes, checking Star, before later drifting off again; the cycle then repeats.

The man beside you, of course, takes note of that—and while he finds it adorable, he can't help but feel kind of pity too.

"Hey... if you're that sleepy, then sleep," Star encourages you, who only hmm at him.

"(Y/N)," he says, shaking his head to himself.

"Hmm," you once again respond.

But it didn't really take a while for you to shut your eyes tight and submit to sleep. Star —who was hearing your snores—couldn't help but chuckle.

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You didn't dream anything bizarre really; but when you open your eyes to reality, you find yourself in someone's arms.

Specifically, in Star Varrens's arms.

Your confused face starts to get warm as you continue to stare up at him.. Being this close to the famed actor, you feel kinda embarrassed at first and, of course, extremely lost.

Looking around the area, you can see that you both have already arrived at his mansion. Returning your attention to Star again, you can see that he still is oblivious of you being awake. So you poke on his chest, calling out Star's attention.

"Hey," you call.

He snaps out of his thoughts, instantly looking down.

"Oh, you're awake..."

"Yes, I'm awake.." You agree.

"Can you—can you let go of me now?" Thankfully, Star immediately complies, carefully setting you down to the ground.

You're very quick enough to take a few steps away from him—creating enough distance between for the comfort of both your personal spaces. As you glance at him, Star has an apologetic look over his face.

He knows that you don't trust him yet; and him carrying you without your permission might just get you angry at him again.
Of course he doesn't want that.

So even when you haven't said anything yet, Star begins to explains his side, "I wasnt planning anything. I swear. You just looked so exhausted earlier..that I couldn't dare to wake you up from your sleep."

The worry and fear were so clear in his tone that it made you wonder to yourself on why...

Why the fuck does he look scared?

You narrow your eyes, and he flinches. And it dawns on you that it has something to do with you. Your reactions towards his actions has an effect on him; somehow your anger scares him.

The realisation somehow gives you relief, knowing that you have a l̷̨̡̙̟͕̲̜̋į̷̡̢̛͙̘̯͍̂̆̓͜͠t̸̤̜̘̻̞͙͓͔͛́̋͊͑͐́͘̕͠ţ̷͔̦͉̭̰̿͒́͐̔̓͆̚ļ̵͍̥̼̇ͅe̶̢̹̫̮̗̜͊̅ control over Star.

And although.. you did not expect for the young man to actually carry you inside to his house, you weren't mad. Besides, you just woke up; you aren't really in the mood to start an argument.

So you instead say "it's alright"

"Ah, that's awkward," you even say, softly chuckling, as you rub the back of your neck, trying to ease the tension lingering in the air.

Your words are enough for Star to be relieved.

A smile grows on his face; he nods in agreement.

You smile back.

But that does not actually mean that you trust him. Still, you have to be careful around him as he is still involved with the fuck luck Luck 'blessed' you with.

During that moment, a maid arrives.

Amusingly, the woman's still in her nightdress. She must have woken up in the middle of the night— just to serve you guys. You then feel bad as you have not intended to disrupt someone else's sleep.

Star then orders the maid to assist you.

As the woman looks at you, she gives you a sweet smile.

Of course, you smile back in return.

The woman then proceeds to do the order she was given. Pointing to a certain direction with a graceful movement of her arm, she starts to usher you there. But before you follow her, you say your gratitudes and apologies for the sudden intrusion.

The woman mainly shakes her head at your word as she refuses to accept the apology. "It's alright, Miss. This is part of our job."

You nod, still feeling slightly guilty. But you do not say anything anymore, not wanting to cause more troubles for the worker.

Sighing, you then turn to Star who is still looking at you with those observing blue eyes. As you look at him, you remember your manners. It would be impolite to ignore him and walk away without saying anything. So for the sake of courtesy, you force a smile again.

"Good night," you tell him.

Star smiles, nodding.

"Good night," he responds in return, almost looking too delighted. You raise a eyebrow at his happiness; but you eventually decide to brush that off, not wanting to end your night with thoughts of him.

Trailing after the house maid, you eventually proceed to take your leave as the young man meanwhile chooses it himself to remain in his position for awhile. His electric blue eyes are trained on your back, almost seeming to pierce it with his intense gaze.

Hoping—just silently hoping that you will actually try to consider his offer and stay with him since you clearly don't have a house to stay.

It's not that because he likes you.

He's just concerned for you.

Yes, concern.

When you are finally gone in his vision, he turns around and starts to walk to his bedroom. A small yawn escapes his lips; he covers his mouth as he does so while all his thoughts are still revolving around you.. even before he takes his sleep.
And his dreams?

Oh, I wonder what it is...

Reading this, I think Star is more innocent here than in my rewritten version haha😭