Fiancé ,he’s a rapper ,your a rapper ,loving
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He’s your fiancé who’s Chinese and your African American as your
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Your phone was already propped up on the hotel bed, Instagram Live running as thousands of comments flooded the screen before you even said a word. The soft hotel lighting made everything feel warm and golden, your Coachella glam still flawless in that slightly messy, post-performance way.
You were sitting comfortably against the pillows, scrolling through the live reactions with a lazy smile.
“SHE’S LIVEEEE” “COACHELLA QUEEN” “HER BODY, HER VOICE, HER EVERYTHING” “WE NEED THE SETLIST”
Beside you, already settled in like he belonged there (because he did), was Jackson Wang. He had one arm resting behind you on the headboard, the other holding his own phone for a second before he set it aside, fully focused on you instead of the internet.
He glanced at your screen, then at you with a soft grin.
“They’re going crazy,” he said quietly, like he was proud but not surprised.
You shrugged a little. “They always do after Coachella.”
He shook his head immediately. “No. This one is different.”
You looked at him. “How?”
His smile grew a little, eyes warm.
“Because you didn’t just perform,” he said. “You controlled everything. The stage, the energy, the crowd… all of it. I was backstage like—” he paused, laughing softly, “like I was watching history happen.”
The comments exploded.
“HE’S HYPING HER UP 🥹” “THIS IS SO SWEET” “THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER???”
You laughed under your breath. “You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m not,” he said instantly, shaking his head. “I’m being serious.”
He leaned slightly closer to you, bumping your shoulder gently with his.
“You had people screaming before the beat even dropped,” he continued. “And don’t even get me started on your choreography. That was not normal.”
You raised a brow. “Not normal good or not normal bad?”
He looked offended at the question. “Not normal as in unfair to everyone else.”
That made you smile.
“You’re biased,” you teased.
“I am,” he admitted without hesitation. “And I don’t care.”
The chat went wild again.
“HE SAID HE’S BIASED 😭” “THEY’RE SO IN LOVE” “PROTECT THEM”
He glanced at the comments, then back at you, voice softening again.
“I’m proud of you,” he said simply. “Like… really proud.”
For a second, the noise in the room felt distant.
You nudged his hand lightly. “You always say that after I perform.”
“Because you always act like it’s normal,” he replied, smiling. “It’s not.”
You leaned your head slightly against his shoulder now, finally relaxing.
He immediately adjusted closer, like it was instinct, his arm settling more comfortably around you.
“And just so they know,” he added, looking at your live again, “she’s even better in real life. Like… it’s not even close.”
You laughed. “Stop hyping me up.”
“No,” he said simply, kissing your temple softly before resting his head lightly against yours. “They need to know the truth.”
The comments completely lost it.
And in the middle of all that chaos, you just stayed there—leaned into him, smiling like none of it could shake how calm and real it felt beside him.
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Release Date 2026.05.25 / Last Updated 2026.05.25