Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 107: I’ll be your first fan, the one who draws a star.

Chapter 107: I’ll be your first fan, the one who draws a star.

Damien didn’t say a word more. He simply tightened his arms around Fred and continued to pet his back in slow, steady strokes, as though afraid that if he stopped, Fred might break all over again. He rested his chin lightly against Fred’s head, letting the silence speak for him.

After what felt like forever, Fred’s breathing finally began to steady. The sobs reduced to shaky inhales, and with a deep breath, he gently withdrew himself from Damien’s hug. He quickly wiped his face with the back of his hand, forcing a small smile as though embarrassed by his own vulnerability.

"I’m... I’m so sorry about that," Fred said softly, his voice still thick with emotion as he sniffed. "I get really emotional whenever I talk about my family."

Damien looked at him calmly, his expression gentle but serious. "It’s fine, Fred. And you don’t have to apologize," he replied, releasing a quiet sigh. "We all have stories to tell. Not every story is happy, and that’s okay."

Fred stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you for understanding," he said sincerely. He picked up his juice and took a slow sip, using the distraction to fully regain his composure. After a pause, he added casually, "Anyway... should we head back to the vacation house now?"

"Not yet," Damien replied immediately, bursting into a short laugh. "We haven’t even enjoyed ourselves properly."

With that, he stood up from his seat and placed his drink on the table. He glanced around the room thoughtfully before walking toward the corner. A moment later, he returned carrying a drawing board along with several paint tubes, brushes, and other tools.

Fred raised an eyebrow, watching him with curiosity. "And what exactly are you planning to do now?" he asked. Then, as something clicked in his mind, he added, "Wait... now that I think about it, the last time I visited your place, I noticed painting tools in your room. And there were portraits too...mostly animals hung on your wall."

Damien chuckled lightly as he set everything down and took a seat in front of the board. "Oh yeah. I paint during my free time," he said casually. "Most of my drawings are animals, just like the ones you saw."

He hesitated briefly, then lifted his gaze to Fred, smiling warmly. "Actually... can I paint a picture of you?"

"Huh?" Fred blinked in surprise.

"Yes," Damien said, his smile widening. "You’ll be the first human I’ve ever painted. Let this mark the beginning of our friendship if you don’t mind."

Fred paused, clearly taken aback, then laughed softly. "Oh... I don’t mind at all," he replied. "Maybe it’s about time I had a personal painting hung in my room too."

He adjusted himself in the chair, sitting upright and comfortable, deliberately holding still for Damien. "Alright, I’m ready."

Without wasting any time, Damien picked up a brush and dipped it into black paint. He began carefully stretching the color across the drawing board, his expression turning focused and serious.

"So tell me," Damien asked after a moment, glancing at Fred over the top of the board. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Oh," Fred replied immediately, lifting a chicken lap he’d been holding and taking a bite. "I sing."

Damien’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

Fred nodded. "Yeah. I’ve written a lot of songs and recorded most of them on my phone."

"That’s amazing," Damien said excitedly. "I can’t wait to hear you sing. Tell me—do you do it just for fun, or do you want to become an artist someday?"

Fred’s smile faded just a little. "Well... I wanted to become an artist," he admitted quietly. "But I’m scared of releasing my songs out there. That’s why I just keep the files."

"You shouldn’t be scared to showcase your talent," Damien replied firmly, his tone suddenly serious. "If that’s your dream, you should chase it. You can sing—so why hide it just because of what people might say? Who even cares about that?"

Fred lowered his gaze.

You can’t understand, he thought inwardly, releasing a heavy sigh. It’s not just fear of criticism.

I’m living like an Alpha right now. Only Alphas are allowed to stand in the spotlight, to be admired, to dream of becoming the country’s favorite. But I’m an Omega.

I can’t hide my Omega scent forever. And if people find out I’ve been pretending to be an Alpha... even if I’m the most popular music artist in the world, I’ll be hated beyond measure.

"Uhm..." Fred finally said aloud, lifting his head and offering Damien a warm, practiced smile. "You can’t really understand, Damien. And it’s not about what people will say."

He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Let’s just say... I’m not ready to be a star yet. I’m still taking my time trying to understand my purpose."

"Oh, I see," Damien said softly, nodding in understanding. "Well... I’ll be rooting for you anyway."

With that, he rose to his feet, brushing his hands lightly against his pants. "How about we do this, though?" he added suddenly, a spark of excitement flashing in his eyes.

He walked toward the tent nearby and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a guitar. Returning, he held it out toward Fred.

"Can you play the guitar?" Damien asked as he settled back down beside the painting board, clearly hopeful.

Fred stared at the instrument for a second before smirking. "There’s no musical instrument I can’t play," he replied with an air of confidence bordering on arrogance, or perhaps simple pride. Then he tilted his head. "But why give me the guitar?"

"To play it and sing, of course," Damien replied eagerly. "I want to hear you sing while you play. I’ll be your very first fan, the one who draws you as a star."

He smiled warmly, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"Oh..." Fred let out a light chuckle, clearly touched. "Alright then."

He carefully placed the drink he was holding aside, picked up the guitar from the floor, and adjusted himself in the chair. Sitting upright, he rested the instrument against his body, fingers finding their place on the strings with practiced ease.

Soon, a soft melody filled the air as Fred began strumming. Moments later, his voice followed gentle, raw, and filled with emotion.

"I know just how much

I cannot depart from you

Just to be beside you

All day and night, for all day long

Missing you like I don’t know

Just wanna set my eyes on you

I always dream of you

Just to come all the way back home

I’m all alone, alone, alone 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

You’re my all...alone, all alone, all alone

I got to be alone, be alone

To struggle all alone, all alone, alone..."

As the final note faded into the night air, Fred stopped playing. A single tear escaped his eye, slowly rolling down his cheek before dropping onto the guitar.

"Fred..." Damien said immediately, worry lacing his voice. "Are you okay?"

"I am," Fred replied softly, wiping his face. "Sorry... that song was one I composed back when I lost my parents."

He inhaled deeply, steadying himself. "I planned to release it as my very first song the moment I decide to reveal myself to the public. It’s... me telling the world my story through music."

He smiled faintly. "Anyway, should I sing another one? I’m more into romance songs, after all."

"Okay then," Damien replied gently, clearly moved.

Fred nodded and began playing again. This time, the melody was lighter, warmer—filled with longing rather than grief. He sang for a while, his voice flowing effortlessly through the quiet night.

Eventually, he finished and carefully set the guitar aside. Grabbing his can of drink, he gulped it down in one go.

"Is the painting ready too?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry—I shouldn’t have dropped the guitar before you were done, right?"

"Oh no, it’s fine," Damien replied with a chuckle. "The painting isn’t ready yet, but it’ll be finished today."

He walked over and sat beside Fred, their shoulders almost touching. "You didn’t ruin anything."

Fred exhaled slowly. "Do you have a story to tell too?" he asked quietly, glancing at Damien.

"Uhmmm... not really," Damien replied immediately with a small smile. "I didn’t have much trouble growing up."

Oh... yeah. That explains why you’re reckless. Fred thought inwardly, swallowing hard as his gaze drifted away.

The sky had grown dark and the moon hung brightly in the sky, surrounded by countless stars that cast a soft glow over the earth.

As the cool breeze brushed against them, Damien grabbed a blanket and wrapped it gently around Fred’s shoulders, pulling part of it over himself as well.

"The night sky is beautiful," Damien murmured, his gaze fixed upward as he let out a heavy sigh.

There was no response.

Confused, Damien turned his head only to find Fred already dozing off. His breathing was slow and even, and just then, Fred’s head tilted, resting naturally against Damien’s shoulder.

Damien froze for a moment... then smiled.