Tik Tok

A/N: This fanfiction is strongly inspired by 2PM's Tik Tok.

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Chapter 1: Nobody Knows

Naminé rushed up the stairs as fast as she could – oh, why the heck did she wear these stupid wedges today? What on earth convinced her that she would look nice in them? Cursing under her breath, Naminé pushed the heavy glass door and marched as quickly as her new stylish pair of wedges would allow her. From where she was, she could see that the filming had started. As quietly as she could, Naminé sneaked into the studio and approached a man with fiery red hair who was watching the whole filming process.

"Sorry I'm late, Axel," she muttered, putting down her huge bag onto a chair next to Axel.

"Nah, s'okay. They're almost done, anyway," said Axel. "Look, it's THE scene," he added, pointing a slender finger at the two people in the middle of the studio. Naminé followed Axel's gaze, and immediately something stirred in her chest.

Roxas Hikari smiled at Axel once he saw the latter, and gave a little wave at Naminé. She waved back, and gave him a weak smile. Roxas looked perfectly handsome in the white suit he was wearing – well, he'd look handsome in anything, really, with that face he was born with. His height was at his advantage, too: being 170 cm tall, you'd look good in almost anything.

"You can tell he's a bit nervous," Axel said with a smirk. "The scene's a little erotic for the kid. Heh."

"Well, I wouldn't know if he's nervous," Naminé replied, "you know him better, Axel, as a friend and as his manager."

Axel chuckled. "True, true. Well, it's not like he doesn't know Olette – they've recorded a song together from way back, and she's like his..."

Naminé wasn't really listening to Axel by that time. She was instead focusing on the beautiful actress/singer who was about to hug Roxas from behind and kiss his neck – Olette Horvejkul. She was playfully repairing Roxas' blazer, saying, "Just relax!" before laughing at Roxas' nervous smile. The tall blond replied something, but Naminé didn't catch what he said.

"And...action!" said the director, and the two of them began the scene. Naminé watched as Olette approached Roxas...how did she do that? How could she manage to walk so gracefully with those extremely high heels on? Unconsciously, Naminé began to pace slowly, trying to imitate the way the green-eyed actress/singer walked.

She stopped dead when Olette put her arms around Roxas' waist and rested her chin on his shoulder. She gritted her teeth and swallowed when Roxas gave Olette a meaningful smirk, and she looked away when Olette's lips touched Roxas' neck. Naminé simply couldn't watch...

"Okay, cut! That was good – awesome job, everyone!" said the director. Naminé took a deep breath and stood next to Axel once more.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Axel teased as Roxas and Olette approached them.

"He hid his nervousness ready well," said Olette. "Oh, hello, Naminé!"

Naminé smiled. "Hi – that was great. You'd make an adorable couple," she said, stepping behind Roxas to adjust his collar. She thought she saw those beautiful blue eyes roll at her words. Was he annoyed? "I see they managed to style up your stubborn hair without me," she said, changing the topic.

"Hmm. They can manage without one stylist, you know," Roxas replied, rather monotonously.

Yes, she thought, he could survive without me... What was I thinking?

"Well, there's more work to do tomorrow," Axel said, clapping his hands together. "Why don't you two head back and rest up, eh?"

"Yeah – hey Olette, tea with me later?"

Olette giggled. "I'm rather busy today, but I'll try."

"I'll fetch you up," Roxas said in a hopeful voice, his eyes shining. Naminé knew that look and that tone so well – it's one of his 'charms'. He could get almost anything he wanted from Naminé whenever he pulled that look on...

"Oh, all right!" said Olette. "Don't be late, though."

Naminé started to adjust Roxas' sleeves, but he pulled his arms away to help Olette with her coat. Naminé thought she saw him giving her a cold stare before leading Olette away, saying, "I'm never late..."

"Hey, c'mon," said Axel. She managed to smile before following them out of the building. As they approached the main entrance, Naminé could see a sea of reporters and paparazzi. Olette bid them goodbye and went off another way, and some of the reporters took the bait and went to follow her instead. Roxas' bodyguards were summoned and together, they went through the crowds towards the waiting car.

"Aish, always the same scene, huh?" said Axel.

"He's doing very well, I guess. It's a good sign, right?" she replied.

"Yeah, but you know as well as I do that it's tiring him. He complains about it all the time, that kid."

"That's why you're his manager," Naminé said, "you can always cheer him up."

"Heh. A cheap sea-salt ice cream and a long chat. That's all I do, really – sometimes I think he doesn't need to flirt with all those women, because in the end, it's always you who'd make him smile a true smile, Nam."

Naminé blushed at this, and was saved from the trouble of giving a reply when Axel tapped her shoulder and said, "Oh, my god. Look."

She looked – and she saw it.

Her.

"Really, how long has it been?" Axel said, shaking his head as he observed the girl with short black hair who was simply standing and watching all the reporters and paparazzi. "She never gives up, huh?"

"I guess not," said Naminé in a whisper. Roxas' black-haired fan caught her eyes, and they stared at each other for a while.

"C'mon – that's our car," Axel said, and they began to descend the stairs. As she made her way towards the car, Naminé was suddenly aware of the black-haired fan's eyes on her. She looked up, and saw, much to her discomfort, a smirk on the fan's face. Naminé quickly got into the car and shut the door firmly. "She's like a ghost, really!" said Axel once the car started to move. "At one time, you think she's gone for good, and then she's back again! Did Roxas tell you that he saw her standing in front of the apartment building in the rain at night a month ago? Aish! Is she crazy or what?"

"No, Roxas didn't tell me that..."

In fact, he doesn't tell me much about his days lately, said a small voice in her head. I'm just Miss Naminé, his stylist... Not Nami or Nam anymore. Just...his stylist.

"I just don't understand how some fans think," Axel went on. "If you really love Roxas, then give him a break, not stalk him!"

Naminé smiled bitterly. "Nobody knows, Axel," she said, "how the heart of a girl in love works."

The manager chuckled. "Yeah, right."

Nobody knows how much I miss those days, Roxas. Sometimes I myself don't know how much I miss it...