Chapter 45

Dani tugged at the hem of her shirt as she sat down with the rest of Katseye, the cameras already rolling, the interviewer smiling brightly across from them. It wasn’t just any shirt – it was your shirt – Y/N’s. Dani had stolen it the night before, slipping it into her bag. She’d teased you about it, whispering, “Mine now,” before kissing you until neither of you cared about clothes at all.

Now, under the studio lights, Dani sat there with the fabric soft against her skin, the faint scent of you still clinging to it. No one else knew. Not the interviewer, not the fans watching the live-stream. Only the girls beside her, who had smirked knowingly when she walked out of the dressing room wearing it.

Sophia nudged her subtly, whispering, “Cute shirt.” Dani shot her a grin, biting back a laugh.

*

She couldn’t stop replaying it. The way you looked sprawled across her bed, flushed and laughing, tugging her closer in the dark. Dani had kissed you until your lips were sore, until your voice broke into moans that still echoed in Dani’s head.

When you finally collapsed against her, breathless, Dani had slipped off the shirt she’d been wearing and reached for yours. “This one’s mine now,” she whispered, tugging it over her head, grinning at your groan.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, half-annoyed, half-amused.

“And you love it,” Dani teased, kissing your neck, her grin wicked.

*

Now, sitting in front of the cameras, Dani felt the shirt like a secret stitched into fabric. Every time she shifted in her seat, it reminded her of you – the way you’d clung to her, the way you’d whispered her name, the way you’d laughed when Dani claimed the shirt.

The interviewer launched into questions about the EP Beautiful Chaos, asking about the creative process, the tour, the group dynamic. Dani answered easily, her voice steady, her smile practised.

“It’s been wild,” she said, her grin wide. “We’ve poured so much of ourselves into this EP. It’s messy, it’s loud, it’s emotional – it’s us.”

The girls chimed in, each sharing stories about recording sessions, late-night rehearsals, the chaos of tour life. Dani laughed along, her voice blending with theirs, but inside she was buzzing.

Every time she glanced down at the shirt, she thought of you. She thought of how you’d face-time her every night, how you teased her about eating fries for dinner, how you smiled softly when Dani admitted she missed you.

The interviewer leaned forward, smiling. “Fans are always curious about your personal lives. Dating, relationships… how do you balance it all?”

Dani felt the girls glance at her. She smiled, keeping her tone light. “We’re just normal girls with normal lives. We keep things private, because at the end of the day, we’re still us. We cook, we laugh, we binge shows, we miss people when we’re away. It’s not all chaos.”

Her words were true, but her mind was elsewhere. Normal lives meant face-time calls every night, whispered promises, surprise flights across the country. Normal lives meant Dani stealing your shirt and wearing it proudly in front of cameras, knowing no one else would ever guess.

She glanced down at the fabric, her grin softening. Normal lives meant love.

The interviewer nodded, moving onto questions about the EP’s main tracks. Dani answered smoothly, her voice steady, but inside she was still replaying last night – your laugh, your kiss, your warmth.

She loved the thrill of it. Sitting there, cameras flashing, fans watching, while she carried a secret no one else could see. The shirt was hers now, but it was yours first. Dani liked that. She liked the way it felt like a claim, like a promise.

She thought about how you would tease her later, when you saw the interview. “You wore my shirt on camera?” Dani would grin, kiss her, whisper, “of course. I wanted everyone to see how good I look in it.”

The thought made her giggle softly, earning a curious glance from Megan. Dani shook her head, biting back her smile.

The interview wrapped up, the girls thanking the host, the cameras shutting off. Dani stood, tugging at the shirt again, her grin wide. She couldn’t wait to call you later, to tell you how she’d worn it, how no one knew, how it felt like carrying you through the chaos.

For Dani, the shirt wasn’t just a shirt. It was yours. It was last night’s laughter, last night’s kisses, last night’s heat. It was a secret stitched into fabric, worn proudly in front of the world.

And Dani loved it.

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Dani always be looking too cute in interviews 😉