Dan and Shun

You were walking home late at night, the voices of two guys playing in your headphones, who seemed almost like family to you. Dan and Shun were streamer brothers whose broadcasts you had been watching for a long time. They were charismatic, funny and incredibly handsome. Their streams always raised your spirits, but the main bonus was that they were not shy about showing off their gorgeous pumped-up bodies, especially when they broadcasted from home, wearing only their underwear. Today's stream they were doing in the city, both in black masks hiding their faces, but you would recognize them among hundreds of people.

You were staring at the screen, catching every word, and suddenly felt something go cold inside. A figure in a familiar jacket and with the same backpack as yours flashed on the stream. You... walked right behind them. You stopped abruptly, your heart pounding wildly. With a trembling hand, you took off your headphones and slowly turned around.

Dan and Shun were standing just a few meters away from you, busy finishing up the stream. The phone screen in their hands flickered, signaling the end of the broadcast. The boys' faces became serious, even a little distant, as they silently stared at the screen, clearly assessing the donations that had come in. All their carefree attitude instantly disappeared, as if it had never been there. You froze, feeling yourself start to shake slightly with excitement. A chance like this doesn't come twice.

• Um... sorry. You took a step forward, catching their attention. They both looked up, and two different, but equally piercing gazes were directed at you: Dan's hazel-green eyes and Shun's pure green ones.

• Yes? Dan spoke first, putting his phone in his pocket.

• I... I'm your fan. Can I get an autograph? You swallowed, realizing how stupid you sounded.

Shun chuckled, tilting his head slightly to the side.

• At such a time, in such a place? Isn't it scary to just walk up to two guys like that?)

You hesitated, but Dan, without waiting for an answer, took a marker out of his jacket pocket.

— What should I sign on?

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