Info:
-you are FtM Transgender (sorry about a lot of these lately, with transgender people and biological males. Just want to make sure everyone is included, not just the females and such)
-you are sixteen (Jack will be physically 17 in this, not 14)
-you're on T and haven't had top surgery yet (so you have a chest binder)
-you believe in Jack Frost, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, etc despite being "too old" for it
-everything music is your forte. You love most genres of music, but your favorite is pop/hip-hop (hence the song above)
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I'M BACK!! Sorry for the long wait! I've been on a school trip for the past, like, four-ish days! I got home around, like, 2:30 in the morning. (5/2/19) But here I am once again! I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)
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Your POV
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"Heyo guys! How are you doing tonight?" Joseph, the band's most outgoing and energetic member, shouts to the crowd ahead of us.

Our fans cheer loudly into the night sky, some yelling at us to "marry" them or even to "fuck me senpais." I inwardly cringe at their comments, but laugh it off as it is kinda funny to me. The other members do the same and we ignore those sentences.

"I'm glad you're all doing great! Are you ready for our little shy muffin over here to sing a very daring song for ya?" Joseph asks them into the mic again, now wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I am pretty shy. The most reserved out of our entire band, but I don't mind. Apparently I'm a fan favorite because of my shyness, if what I'm told is true.

The crowd starts cheering louder than before, causing me to blush a little with a small smile. I wave to them and I spot some of the girls (and some guys) stumbling in their places. Their friends had to catch them.

My eyes widen a bit and I laugh out to them, "Guys, careful! I don't want you to get hurt, there."

That causes them to squeal, and I notice some fanning their faces. I snort at that.

"I'm not that attractive, guys. Calm down, yeah?" I say with a mix of attitude in my voice, hoping I didn't come off as rude. Even if I did, they seemed to love it.

"What do you mean? You're the cutest out of the lot of us, YN!" Will teases, then gives the crowd some fan service by putting his hand under my chin to make me look up and into his eyes. Joseph had removed his arm by this point.

Will then chuckles and ruffles my hair, while I give a cheeky grin out to our fans, who were screaming really loudly in excitement. They really do ship us, huh..? We don't like each other in that way, but if it makes our fans happy, then we will give them a little bit of fan service. To be nice.

"Alright, let's get this show in the road!" Mike laughs, smiling at everybody.

We get into our places, with me in the middle mic, and the members playing instruments start to...well, play them, and I begin singing.

Somewhere along the way, I lock eyes with a pair of icy blue ones, and we're both shocked. That doesn't interrupt my performance, though. He also has snowy white hair, a blue hoodie with snowflakes on the shoulders, and a pair of brown pants that are ripped at the ankles.

He's just chilling on a ledge some place in the crowd.

Shaking away the feeling in my stomach, I continue to sing.

(Bold- you, Bold Italics- band members, Bold Underlined- you and band members)

Black dress with the tights underneath
I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she's an actress (actress), but she ain't got no need
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back East
T-T-T-Tongues always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth
You tell your boyfriend (boyfriend), if he says he's got beef
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him

She wants to touch me, woah-oh
She wants to love me, woah-oh
She'll never leave me, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho 'cause a ho won't trust me
She wants to touch me, woah-oh
She wants to love me, woah-oh
She'll never leave me, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a hoe 'cause a ho won't trust me

X's on the back of your hands
Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And the set list (set list) you stole off the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page
Br-Br-Br-Bruises cover your arms
Shaking in your fingers with the bottle in your palm
And the best is (best is), no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar

She wants to touch me, woah-oh
She wants to love me, woah-oh
She'll never leave me, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho 'cause a ho won't trust me
She wants to touch me, woah-oh
She wants to love me, woah-oh
She'll never leave me, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a hoe 'cause a ho won't trust me

Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips

She wants to touch me, woah-oh
She wants to love me, woah-oh
She'll never leave me, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho 'cause a ho won't trust me
She wants to touch me, woah-oh
She wants to love me, woah-oh
She'll never leave me, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh-oh
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a hoe 'cause a ho won't trust me

I gulp in a few deep breaths along with my band members, who weren't panting nearly as much as me, and the crowd pauses for a moment before going wild.

Who would've thought, the shyest member of the band singing quite a sexual song? Gotta keep things interesting, and they seemed to enjoy it.

We then complete a few other songs before getting off the stage and letting the next band go on, and my mind drifts back to that boy I saw earlier.

Wait a minute, he wasn't even wearing shoes, was he..? I could've sworn I saw his bare feet on that ledge.

No matter, you'll probably never see him again, anyhow. Why does that make me a little..sad?

I sit down on the couch backstage in a room where we will be doing meet and greets for those with a VIP pass after the show. Lincoln sits down to my left, his arm draping behind me casually. Dylan crashes down on my right, sighing happily.

Joseph and Will sit in the two chairs in front of the couch, spaced out with a coffee table between them. There is one side table on either side of this couch, too.

We all just chat and have fun until it's time to meet the fans personally. Later today we'll be doing a meet and greet for everyone, as a signing type thing. For those who couldn't afford or didn't get a VIP pass in time.

A knock is heard on the door, and we call to them to open it up and come inside. They do so and enter, shutting the door behind them.

It's a girl with her friend. Us boys smile and stand up to come greet them. Immediately after we say hello, the first girl jumps into me, resulting in me stumbling backward s bit before catching us both. The other girl lunges at Dylan, to which he catches her too in surprise.

We glance at one another in shock and confusion, but we hug them back anyways.

When the girls pull back, they're both blushing in embarrassment and go to hug the other band members more calmly. I chuckle at their behavior awkwardly, realizing that Dylan and I must be their favorites from the way they ran at us like they did.

We learn that their names are Ami and Astrid, and they're both actually twins, not just besties. They look alike, but are clearly fraternal and not identical. They even told us so, proving my point.

After they left, we saw many more fans until it was finally over. My heart sank a little at knowing the boy I saw earlier wasn't in the midst of them all, but maybe I'll see him at the signing.

Hopefully.

When we get there and settle down, the fans are already in a line, waiting patiently for their turn.

This lasts for a little over an hour, and still no sign of that mystery boy. I sigh a little as we pack up, but laugh at a joke Lincoln made. Then laughed some more at Joseph's fart. What really made me laugh at the fart more than the found itself, was Will's disgusted face as he could smell it. He was standing right next to him when it happened.

I fall to my knees in laughter, bending forward slightly. I open my eyes after a moment and clutch into the table, lifting myself up once more.

Things went without a hitch from there on, but we still laughed now and again.

Just as I was about to leave, my wrist gets caught in someone's grip gently. I gasp slightly and turn back, only to see that it's the boy from earlier!

I give him a friendly smile and turn to face him fully, so he lets me go. He gives me a grin as well, scuffing his bare foot on the ground in nervousness before speaking.

"Hey! I'm Jack Frost. I just wanted to say I enjoyed your performance earlier. It was amazing!"

I blush a little and nod at him, "Th-Thank you! I'm YN LN, by the way, which you probably already knew but whatever.." I chuckle nervously, and he smirks at me.

He hands me a slip of paper and winks at me, "You really are the cutest out of the entire band. Especially up close like this. Maybe we can get closer someday. Anyway, I'll see you around, snowflake!"

Jack then does something that shocks me even more than the confident flirting. He jumps off the ground and flies away, and it clicks into my brain as my cheeks burn brightly.

Jack Frost.

As in the Guardian of Fun and Snow.

I look down at the note before stuffing it into my pocket, Lincoln walking over to me. He sets a hand on my shoulder and teases, "You talking to yourself, man?"

I snort and shake my head, walking past him and to our band. Knowing he can't see Jack because he doesn't believe in him. Nobody in the band does but me. But they will soon. "You wish, mate."

Meet me in the park tomorrow night at 7:30 pm. Can't wait to see you again, snowflake. ;)
-Jack Frost

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-CastrarWolf