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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: Since the announcement of Noctis and Lunafreya's marriage, Prompto moved on - living luxuriously as a singer, not chasing Noctis anymore. However, Prompto fainted at one of his concerts - worrying Noctis, who was watching him sing on television.
Chapter One
He had moved on.
In fact, Prompto lived life luxuriously now - in his mansion, with his expensive cars. He toured the world - meeting and greeting fans from everywhere, who loved him so much. He worked still tirelessly - writing and creating songs, his record label and producers demanding more content.
After all, Prompto was at his peak - the hot new singer, but talented as well. His songs were platinum - each and every one, like they should be. He spent time - hours at the studio, just perfecting his songs. He's an overachiever - wanting nothing short of perfect, especially because of his competitive nature.
"You have a concert today, Prompto."
"I'm well aware."
"Are you ready?"
"Of course."
"You should remember, though. Your concert will be broadcasted live on television."
"Awesome."
XOXO
He turned the television on.
It was on a random channel - broadcasting something live, which was a concert. However, Noctis recognized the singer, his childhood best friend. So, Noctis listened to him sing, not before suddenly gasping.
The talented blond collapsed - fainted and fell unconscious, just before being carried away. The broadcast cut - turned to static, with white noise. He sat up - striding toward the exit, but halted soon. A curious Lunafreya stopped him, who then began asking questions.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry, Luna. But, I have business elsewhere."
"That's such a shame. I wanted to spend more time together. I came such a long way to see you."
"I know, Luna. I don't have time for this right now."
XOXO
He lay in bed.
So, Prompto drifted in and out of consciousness. He heard people come and go, like his maids and butlers. He overheard too their conversations - bits about the concert, especially his precious fans. He was being bombarded by them - his social media accounts active, with wonderful posts and private messages.
As his servants left, Prompto's bedroom door opened again. He didn't notice, though. He wasn't entirely conscious, just barely awake. He had been prescribed medication - a sleeping pill, not a strong one. It was light - a few milligrams shy, but still effective enough.
"Are you okay, Prompto?"
"N-Noct?"
"That's right. It's me, Noctis."
"N-No, I'm dreaming."
"You're not, Prompto. It's really me."
"I-I'm imagining you."
"You're not, Prompto. It's truly me. I assure you."
"Y-You're a hallucination."
"Come on, Prompto."
"Y-You're not real!"
"Prompto!"
XOXO
The blond reached over.
He fumbled around - opening his nightstand drawer, where he had hoarded bottles of pills. However, Noctis took them away - angering his best friend, who began screaming. So, Noctis hugged him - trying to calm him down, but failed.
He read the prescriptions, then. It horrified him, especially because Prompto's prescribed terrible medications. Without hesitation, Noctis tightened his grasp - making Prompto flinch, whose drugged body couldn't resist it.
"Why are you taking anti-psychotic medication? You're not crazy."
"S-Sometimes I feel crazy."
"They have horrible side effects, like memory loss."
"M-Maybe I want to forget you, Noct."
"Don't you dare, Prompto."
"Y-You can't stop me."
"And why can't I?"
"B-Because you're not real."
XOXO
The cold breeze woke him.
He was more coherent this time, not impaired anymore. So, Prompto turned around - confronting what he had thought to be a dream, or another hallucination. Of course, Prompto couldn't stop the tears - eyes severely watering, with large teardrops.
He stroked Noctis' cheek, who sighed softly. Then, Prompto brushed silky onyx locks - threading through them, not without earning another sigh. However, Prompto's hand lowered - touching pale lips, just before recoiling away.
"See, I'm really here."
"A-And what are you doing here?"
"I was watching your concert. I didn't know you could sing so well, but then you fainted. I was worried about you, Prompto."
"Y-You like my singing. I can always give you a personal concert."
"Let's save that for another day."
"W-Why? You want to leave me again, right? That's why I've been taking those medication!"
"Please calm down, Prompto. I won't leave you again. I promise you."
"I-I can't trust you, Noct."
"I know, Prompto. I don't blame you, either."
XOXO
The hours passed.
He hadn't left yet, just laid beside him. After all, Noctis couldn't leave, not without helping Prompto. So, Noctis stayed, a choice he should've made a long time ago.
He was afraid for Prompto, who was being exploited. It was evident enough - the tremendous tours, concerts, and album releases. It was all quick - pushed out swiftly, like at factory speed.
"You're being overworked, Prompto."
"That's the industry for you."
"This is serious, Prompto. They're taking advantage of you."
"I don't care if they are, Noct. I like what I do, but what I'm doing isn't a game. It's a competition - a race of some sort and I like winning more."
"I care about you, Prompto. I know you don't believe me, though."
"I-I can't help that. You knew I needed you, but you still left me all alone."
"I'm so sorry, Prompto."
"H-How am I supposed to forgive you, Noct? It's hard to, especially because I'm so angry at you."
"It's only natural, Prompto."
XOXO
The moon rose.
He still lay beside Noctis. However, Prompto then turned around, not facing Noctis anymore.
It had only taken a few nobles, but they tore Noctis and him apart. He hated them, not as much as Noctis though. The crown prince believed them over him - trusted their words over his, which hurt him so much.
"I-Is it natural to hate you as well, Noct?"
"Yes, Prompto."
"I-I don't like feeling this way."
"I know, Prompto. And I'll do everything to make things better between us."
"I-I'm counting on you."
"I won't let you down."
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