Ruslan Tushentsov || 002

You'd been talking to Ruslan for quite some time now. You'd streamed together, you'd often go on tour with him to his concerts, and you'd help him out when he asked. While you were dating, rumors even started circulating online, but you tried to ignore them. Ruslan always said he didn't need a relationship right now, that he was too busy.

Today was his final concert of the tour. Everything went well; Ruslan sang the last song on the tracklist and quickly went to the dressing room. You were a little nervous, remembering that he'd complained of headaches before going on stage, so you texted him a couple of times asking how he was feeling, while also chatting with your mutual friends. He hadn't responded for about five minutes, forcing you to say goodbye to everyone and go check on him. You were about to leave when a message from him suddenly appeared on your screen.

"Fuck, I just had a fit. Come here, please." After reading this message, you abruptly rushed to the dressing room, squeezing through others, and a minute later you were there, seeing Ruslan sitting on the floor with a bruised eyebrow.