@secretwrites._: rated 12+ Krystal’s leg were shaking as she walked down the private VIP hallway of the arena. Backstage, rinig pa rin niya ‘yung hiyawan ng tens of thousands of fans screaming her name. Pagod na pagod na siya, her stage outfit was literally damp from sweat, at gusto na lang talaga niyang makulong sa VIP dressing room niya. Aside sa mapapahinga siya, she also wanted to check her secret burner account—para tignan ‘yung mga bagong nakaw na photos ni Caprice. She pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner of the door. Click. Opened. Siya lang ang may access sa room na ‘to. She turned the knob, entered the pitch-black room, and flicked the light switch. Flick. Lumiwanag ang buong kuwarto. And right there, Krystal literally froze. Sa gitna ng pink velvet sofa niya, nakaupo si Caprice. Naka-dekwatro ito, slouched and looking so comfortable na parang siya ang may ari ng place. She was still wearing her black leather jacket from her own performance kanina sa kabilang stage. In between her fingers, she was slowly spinning a small glass vial—Krystal’s favorite perfume na nawawala pa noong last week. Caprice didn’t even flinched. Blanko lang ang mukha niya, but there was this playful smirk sa mga mata niya habang nakatingin kay Krystal. “Tagal mo naman,” Caprice said, her voice raspy pero ramdam mo ‘yung asar. “Kanina pa kita hinihintay.” Instead of calling security, Krystal slowly closed the door. Automatic lock. Isang baliw na ngiti ang lumitaw na mga labi ni Krystal. She actually leaked her passcode pattern sa kabilang dressing room just to see kung papatulan ni Caprice, pero she didn’t expect her to be this fast. “How did you even bypass my thumbprint scanner?” Krystal asked, stepping closer with zero fear. Mas mabilis pa nga ang tibok ng puso niya ngayon kaysa noong nasa harap siya ng fifty thousand fans. Caprice slipped the perfume into her pocket, sumandal sa sofa, and scanned Krystal from head to toe. “It’s surprisingly easy to get a high-resolution photo of your fingers kapag hawak mo ‘yung mic mo, Krystal. My cameras are always way too close to your stage.” Krystal stepped even closer, hanggang maramdaman niya na ang init ni Caprice. She leaned down slightly, inches away from her rival’s face, and whispered, “Gano’n ba? You know, if you just asked... ibibigay ko naman sa ‘yo nang kusa.” Caprice didn’t back down. Lalong lumawak ‘yung asar na ngiti niya. She locked eyes with her “rival”—ang mga matang gabi-gabi niyang pinapanood sa laptop screen niya hanggang mag-umaga. “Ibibigay nang kusa?” Caprice repeated, slowly brushing a stray strand of hair away from Krystal’s face. “Where’s the fun in that, Krystal? Mas masarap kapag ninanakaw.” Krystal laughed softly, mas lalong lumapit ang mga mukha nila. “Sabagay. Kaya nga ba hinayaan kong nawala ‘yung paborito kong pabango.” Caprice’s fingers froze sa pisngi ni Krystal. Her brows knitted, pero nandun pa rin ‘yung tuwa sa mukha niya. “Hinayaan?” “O, bakit, akala mo ba ganoon ka kagaling magpalusot sa mga staff ko?” Krystal stood up straight, breaking the gaze, and walked over to her vanity mirror. Tinanggal niya ang mga alahas niya at inilapag sa table. “I knew exactly when you snuck into the backstage last week, Caprice. Actually...” Binukaan ni Krystal ang makeup pouch niya. She fished out a small object and turned around, holding it up. Isang silver cross earring. Nanlaki ang mata ni Caprice. It was the exact earring she’s been looking for for three weeks—‘yung suot niya noong joint interview nola kung saan halos nag-away sila sa harap ng reporters. “...masyadong malapit din ang mga camera ko sa dressing room mo,” Krystal whispered, feeling so victorious. “So, hindi lang pala ako ang may collection dito? Paligsahan ba ‘to?” Caprice whispered directly into Krystal’s ear, making her shiver. “Hindi ito paligsahan, Caprice,” Krystal said, leaning her head back against Caprice’s shoulder. “Gusto ko lang siguraduhin... that I’m the only fan you’re willing to follow.” #fyp #capkrys #captal #xyzabc

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