KPOP AU

Sharingan was one of the most successful KPOP groups of all time. They sold out stadiums within minutes, were in the Top Charts in entire continents of countries and had a fantastic public image.

Six guys, all related (some much closer than others) and bearing similar, striking features. Dark hair, smooth skin and sharp, attractive features.

The youngest was just 16, Sasuke, who was, unfortunately enough, in his edgy hormonal-teen stage. The eldest, Izuna, was their leader at 28, with long glossy hair and a heck of a voice.

They were sleek and cool, their dancing always perfectly timed and their clothes fresh off the runway. Even Obito, who was altogether a massive goof off-stage, managed to pull off a decent poker face for the camera.

There wasn't an issue with publicity, a single thing marring their untouchable image.

Except, there really, really was.

"Shisui-" Kagami hissed out of the corner of his mouth, squeezing his little brother's arm in warning whilst still trying to smoulder (god, Madara, why) at the flashing paparazzi.

Another dozen cameras snapped, their bulbs chaotically illuminating the walkway where the group were posed, artfully positioned moving up the steps towards the concert hall. Kagami could see the angry impatience in Izuna's eyes - even as his lips twists into a seductive smirk for the fans - and Madara's own gaze weighed like a physical blow on his back.

"-Shisui-"

Said guy was currently supposed to be smiling for the camera - only he and Itachi were allowed to have any kind of soft expression for official photographs - except. He. Wasn't.

Further down the walkway, just stepping out of her limousine, a petite brunette beamed at the screaming crowd, tossing her hair as she laughed freely. She was bracketed by her group mates, the two taller stars smirking and winking for the camera. Ensui was dressed in a classic tuxedo (aside from the fact it was made from some kind of scaly black leather), wavy dark hair neatly coiffed into a half-up bun, with diamonds shimmering in his lobes and gold tracing his eyelids.

Hana, the taller girl, wore a daring red number, backless with tiny straps, the fabric perfectly matching her nails, lips and facial tattoos. She was, rumour had it, solely responsible for a nationwide Bisexuality crisis. Or, so Itachi's gossip rags said. She winked at the masses of fans. Someone threw their panties.

"Shisui."

His little brother hummed distractedly, eyes unmistakably glued to the smooth, tanned expanse of Kiharu's stomach (exposed between her glittery tube top and matching suit trousers) and Kagami pinched his ribs for the millionth time. Great, he was gonna have to do damage control again when Madara predictably flipped his shit when the headline tomorrow wasn't a nice, smouldering group photo but a gossip piece on his brother's unrestrained thirst for their main rival.

"Smile for the fucking camera and stop gawking before Madara tears into you!"

But he may as well have been talking to a wall for all the notice Shisui payed him and Kagami wondered, for the zillionth time, why he'd let his Uncle talk him into joining a band again. He really should've taken Hashirama up on his internship offer, maybe he'd even be working with Tobira-

LIGHTS walked past them, waving to the masses as they slowly ascended the steps towards their left and chatting happily to each other. Like the utter idiot he was, Shisui bodily twisted to keep that damn crush of his in his full view until she'd disappeared inside after blowing a final kiss to the fans. The screaming increased. Kagami was pretty sure his brother whimpered.

And it only went downhill from there.

Sensing another tantrum, Kagami grabbed Shisui and hustled them inside, slipping past their antagonistic manager with Itachi on Shisui's other side.

"Why do you have to be so difficult!" Kagami whined, jaw tilted back as soon as they were out of sight of the press. Dammit, older brother he may be but he wasn't a babysitter!

"What?" Shisui blustered, a dark flush creeping up his neck and burning his high cheekbones. "What!"

A small smile, barely a curl of his mouth but still genuine, softened their cousin's face, Sasuke half a step behind his own brother but staring stubbornly away with a mullish expression. "You are not subtle, Shisui."

Sasuke, eavesdropping, snorted derisively. "'Subtle'? Try 'embarrassing'."

Itachi twisted to frown at their youngest member as Shisui flushed ever darker, shoulders rising around his ears.

"What the hell was that!?" Izuna snarled, Madara at his side and striding to catch up to them. Most of the other requests had already taken their seats, if they weren't still at the bar, and the crowds had also started to fill the upper stands. As it was, this really wasn't a good film for another fight. God knows they were notorious enough for fights without spoiling an actual event with one.

"Lay off, Izzy~" an arm slung around Kagami's shoulders, tucking him under a lanky arm and dragging Shisui along with him. Their leader pinked faintly, from anger or embarrassment, Kagami couldn't quite tell.

"And where the hell were you, Obito?" Their manager snarled, the thick curtain of his hair almost seeming to puff up like an affronted cat. Except that Madara wasn't affronted. He was just plain old enraged.

Plus, cats were cute and Madara really wasn't.

Absently, Kagami wondered if Hashirama still had his CV or if he'd need to resend it.

"Shisui made an idiot of himself but you weren't even bloody there! Where the hell did yo- is that a hickey?"

Their main dancer merely grinned, his bruised lips appearing even more flushed against his whitened teeth as he casually tugged his collar up over the incriminating bitemarks littering his neck. Which, Kagami might add, hadn't been there when they'd arrived. Then again, Obito had immediately disappeared as soon as he was free of their ride-

"We need to get seated!" Kagami shoved the older boy down the aisle, still dragging Shisui who, in turn, dragged Itachi. Sasuke, predictably, followed along. Kagami swore he hated them all except his brother and that had nothing to do with his recent angst fest.

Their table was, naturally, right in the centre of the main stars attending, a table just for them and the perfect distance from the stage. Well, Kagami seated himself between Shisui and the more annoyed members, you couldn't have everything. He could see Saru and Danzo two tables away, openly rolling cigarettes as they already counted down when they could go for their next smoke. He didn't indulge like those two but at least his mates new how to hold a good conversation.

LIGHTS were seated at the table to their left and Shisui was already craning around to try and catch the smallest member's eye.

Well, Kagami wasn't gonna get a word from him there and, considering Izuna on his other side, he was quick to flag down a waiter and order a double drink. At least the service was gonna be good.

The final few stars found their seats, beaming and introducing themselves as they sat down and the crowd settled.

Then, the lights dimmed, the music started, and their sunny blonde host, the infamous Minato Namikaze, was confidently striding on stage to thunderous applause.

Honestly, at this rate Kagami just wanted to survive the night!

OooooO

The night was fantastic!

She felt great, the drinks hit the spot just right, and Ensui's snarky humour was especially fierce. Hana and Kiharu adored when their male third was particularly biting, mischievously entertained every single time he unravelled some stuck-up millionaire's quip with as little as a single sentence.

Well, Hana did. Up until that older actress, the blonde from the sci-fi film a few months ago, waltzed over and murmured sweet nothings in her ear. They went for a drink...and had yet to come back.

Kiharu shrugged at the thought, knocking back the rest of her drink before clambering up to mingle. The intermission would last for another ten minutes and Hana was the definition of a Wolf. She could handle herself.

Her stilettos sunk into the thick red carpet slightly, diamante silver to contrast against her shimmering navy trouser/tubetop combo. Her curls, loose except where they were pinned back from her temples by two heavy, silver combs, tumbled down to tickle the bare skin of her shoulders and lower back. A quick glance at the compact in her silver clutch confirmed that her red lipstick had survived all those cocktails and she was Ready™.

Ensui was in deep conversation with Mikoto Uchiha, her dark hair coiffed perfectly in a low updo and her creamy skin fairly glowing against the scarlet of her floor-length gown. As she walked past, Kiharu caught the Opera singer's hand, squeezing her fingers and grinning at the woman who first taught her about the music industry. Mikoto winked back.

A table over, dark eyes caught hers, wide and heady beneath unfairly thick lashes and wild curls, his skin flushed. Whether that was from alcohol, the heat of the crowded music hall or embarrassment at being caught, Kiharu couldn't tell.

She swallowed hard, heels suddenly even harder to navigate under that bottomless gaze as she turned towards him.

"Shisui Uchiha, right?" Somehow, miracle of miracles, her voice came out confident and smooth. Everything she wasn't, then.

The guy, a few years older than herself she remembered, stood up to greet her, extending a hand and Kiharu reflexively reached to grasp it firmly.

He was shaking minutely and something in her melted slightly. The main rapper of Sharingan was always cheeky and laughing but now he seemed...bashful?

Was it getting hotter in here or?

"Kiharu Dazai," She smiled, dimpling and tilting her chin so the lights just happened to hit the highlight on her cheekbone.

Shisui's throat visibly bobbed and neither of them moved to let go. "C-Charmed," he croaked.

Shisui wasn't sure if this was heaven or hell.

It was all well and good to follow a group avidly, to buy merch and wear shades and a cap to sneak into concerts, to follow her progress and crow at her successes but...he was talking to her.

Her skin was a lovely golden tan, luminescent in the soft yellow lights. Controversial in the toxic whitewashing of their industry, Kiharu had never given into the whims and stupid, disgusting insistence of the producers and the unhealthy fans. She was radiant, bright eyed and rosy cheeked and so openly delighted.

But she was still standing there, attentive and sweet and he mentally fumbled for something, anything, to keep her there with him.

"I, um, I don't know if you remember me or-"

Kiharu's smile stretched even more, vibrant red contrasted against white teeth and olive skin. "Konoha, right? We sat next to each other in English class, I think?"

"Your brother was in the basketball team with me, yeah!"

Somehow, Kiharu perked up even more. Shisui almost reached for the shades tucked into the inside of his jacket because damn.

"Yeah! 'Toshi always preferred karate, though, and he's training for the Olympics next year! Dad's coaching him."

Some of the stress fled Shisui's shoulders, muscles slowly relaxing as they chatted so easily. How was it this easy?! Couldn't she see how his heart was thundering in his chest?

"That's amazing," he smiled, vaguely remembering a boy in the year above who'd been a huge, hulking figure. He'd once carried Kiharu on his shoulders for an entire lunchtime, such was the ridiculous height difference between siblings and Just Because. He'd been cool, if dangerously snappy. "But you've done amazing too, Kiharu."

The skin along her cheeks shifted darker and it took a moment too long for Shisui to connect the dots.

The bottom fell out of his stomach as he wondered if all of his beer had just hit, all at once.

She'd...she's blushing.

is not available.

Before he lost all composure and did something stupid, like drop in a dead faint, Shisui gestured towards the seat he'd just vacated. He was lucky Madara and Izuna were already gone, across the other side in a deep conversation with some hot shot producers or whatever.

"Would you like a seat? A drink?" God, was he babbling?

Kiharu smiled, tucking her purse under her arm and smirking in a way that did not help his breathing at all. Behind him, Itachi smoothly stood up, claiming to see Orochimaru a few tables over and towing moody-Sasuke along with him. Shisui sent up a prayer of thanks, even as he pulled out Kiharu's seat and snorted at the angry line of his littlest cousin's shoulder. Fuck but Sasuke hated Orochimaru's fashion line after a fitting disaster last fall.

Thick, wavy hair slipped over a bare shoulder as Kiharu twisted to smile at him. "I think I'll switch to wine...what are you gonna have?"

A heart attack. "Whisky."

A throaty chuckle and Shisui could only hope that he looked composed as he all but dropped into his chair. Okay so maybe he was a little drunk-

"How sophisticated!" The younger star grinned, propping her chin on her fist and twisting to face the Uchiha. "How did you get into rap, then, Mr. Whisky?"

He'd talked most of the night away with Kiharu, going back to her table when the intermission had ended and taking an absent-Hana's free chair ("-dont worry, she'll probably just watch from the bar-"). He'd met Ensui, who seemed to like him, and he'd grinned at his Aunt, which led to a long conversation on the smallness of the world and how the Uchiha really were everywhere you looked.

Kiharu had never looked bored and she'd paid attention to everything he'd managed to blurt out past the beating of his heart and she'd laughed that laugh and smiled at him.

If Shisui woke up, he was going to be gutted.

But she was so interesting! Her expressive hand motions as she described a dress her grandmother had designed, talking about her parent's tea farms in the countryside. He laughing eyes and sharp humour and the way she traced a single, silent finger around the rim of her glass when she was listening. Most people would be ashamed or self conscious of not coming from money, as if not being born with a million in your bank account already was some kind of sin.

Kiharu's mother was a casual model, largely unknown, who spent her days managing her parents single, private tea plantation. Her grandmother, actually her godmother, owned a tiny wedding boutique in Seoul. Her dad has been a kickboxer in his youth, before he'd left Korea to volunteer at a wildcats preservation in his twenties. When he met and married her mother, he moved back and had been helping with the farm ever since.

Hitoshi, her older brother by four years, had been scouted for the Olympic team pretty early on. The two Dazai had both been sent, with their parents savings, to their prodigious School, Konoha, where Kiharu had wound up in some of Shisui's classes, having tested in slightly higher.

She'd known Hana almost from birth, had met Ensui on a wild night in college. She'd always been a good singer but it wasn't until they were talent scouted that she started exploring rap.

Shisui's parents were filthy rich, part of the Uchiha business dynasty. His mom worked in TV, his dad on the board of directors at one of the largest newspapers. He'd barely seen them as a kid, wasn't really attached to them. Mikoto, when Sasuke was still a baby, used to take the brothers and himself into work with her sometimes and he'd adored her. But it had been a bit...lonely. Kagami was a few years older but had always been out with friends, sons of their parents business partners like Hiruzen and Shimura, but Shisui was a little too young for them.

He'd had a much better time at school, where he'd bumped into Kiharu in a few classes, and had thrown himself into the extracurricular with furious enthusiasm. He'd always liked music so he'd started playing the guitar, humming some tunes.

Itachi had joined in, once. Madara and Uncle Fugaku had overheard…

Kagami joined so he could watch out for him, that Shisui was perfectly, embarrassed but touched, aware of.

And Sharingan had been formed.

It was at that point that Kiharu had nudged her chair over, their knees pressed together and twisted completely away from the young musicians on stage. Given that the night was supposed to be, amongst other things, a chance to scout fresh talent in rising stars, Shisui reckoned they should've been paying much more attention.

But Kiharu was whispering and her eyes glittered and her hair swung over her far shoulder like a curtain and Shisui could only take so much sensory overload at a time.

The stage had been forgotten.

When the final applause had ended and everyone started moving, the crowds corralled out and most celebrities starting to make their rounds of goodbyes, neither of them moved.

Kiharu had started giggling halfway through his story about the first time he'd tried wasabi (yep, he'd thought it was avocado-) and he'd grinned, embarrassed but pleased, and she'd almost tipped off her chair. He'd steadied her, hand cupping the curve of her shoulder.

He waited a beat too long to let go, marvelling at the smoothness of her gorgeous skin and breathless.

She'd eventually been pulled away by an amused Ensui, Shisui himself seeing Kagami waving him over at the far exit, but not before typing her number into his phone (he returned the favour) and pressing scarlet lips to his cheek.

(He'd been smiling, so lovely and funny and charming all night, and she couldn't resist pressing careful lips to the little dimple in his smooth cheek. Her mouth left a perfectly crimson rosette on his face but she didn't tell him. It would be funnier when he caught sight of it himself-)

He'd almost dropped to his knees right then and there.

His brother was amused, highbrow arched in a face quite unnervingly like his own and Shisui blushed horribly.

"Please don't-"

Snap!

Kagami lowered his phone, grinning impishly. "You know I had to."

He'd woken up the next morning, after throwing himself into his bed and squeezing into his pillow, with red streaked all down his face and bedsheets.

His brain almost shut down when he saw a wake up text from a certain brunette.

It was the lipstick emoji.

OooooO

The next few weeks, Madara still didn't get the front cover group photo he'd wanted. Fuck but he didn't even get a front page issue on Shisui's massively obvious-from-Mars crush on the leader of LIGHTS (although the two did get large amount of smaller articles marvelling over Shisui's blatant admiration, reports of their spending most of the celebration together and fangirls squealing over the cuteness of two rival rappers falling in love).

Nope, front page on every magazine was dedicated to a huge photograph of Obito shoved against a wall outside and kissing the life out of one of the paparazzi.

Shisui would've recognised that distinctive mop of silver hair anywhere and cackled. Loudly.

Kagami, for his part, was one part amused, one relieved that the heat was off his little brother's for the time being. But, then again, Obito's indiscretion caused things to go tits up anyway.

Sharingan had problems. Big ones.

It wasn't just that they all fought like a pack of wild cats, that was the hazards of being both related and bloody Uchiha. It wasn't just that Sasuke kept lashing out, that Itachi was the only one to show up to every rehearsal, that Izuna had started cracking his voice more and more trying to reach the highest notes. Kagami spent more time trying to stop them from killing each other.

Madara used to be the best manager, sharp and proud but protective and with their best interests. He was only 30.

Before he'd started seeing it all as a competition to the top.

Shisui was in love with a girl from their rival group, so much so that concerns had arisen that he'd jump ship for them in a instant.

Obito had been having a fucking affair with one of the journalists who had them under scrutiny. Kakashi that's-not-perfect-enough Hatake was the last person they wanted looking too deep into their secrets and he'd been screwing them right out of a more-than-willing Obito!

Kagami knew he was a hypocrite, he'd certainly told Saru and Danzo and his old university friends some hush-hush details. But telling two business grads about some fighting in the group was a completely different kettle of fish than sleeping with a guy who had zero issues printing everything.

He carried around porn, for god's sake. The guy was next-level shameless.

In the days following Obito and Kakashi's relationship being outed, Shisui was barely in their shared apartment block enough to stress.

Kiharu had asked him out for coffee.

...

A/N- I really can't help myself, Huh.