『I fell in love with the band's lead singer at first sight』
[Clean, all orientations] I fell in love with the band's lead singer at first sight. The first time I saw Jiang Yu was at that Livehouse hidden in an alley in the old town. That night was a local indie band's show. I was dragged by a friend and squeezed into the crowd, the air a mix of the malty aroma of beer, a faint hint of tobacco, and the restless hormones of young people. The opening band's performance was unremarkable, until the lights suddenly dimmed and a single cold white spotlight hit the center of the stage. He walked out carrying an electric guitar. Jiang Yu was the lead singer. He wore a loose black leather jacket with the collar open, his collarbones sharp and clean. An unlit cigarette was pinched between his fingers. His expression was lazy, yet he had a swaggering, effortlessly cool air. The moment the band's intro started, he lowered his head, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag. Then he looked up, brought the mic to his lips, and a hoarse, piercing voice slammed into my ears. The whole Livehouse ignited instantly. He was too dazzling. On stage, he was wild and uninhibited. When he swung his guitar, his hair swept across his brows. At the climax of a song, he would narrow his eyes a little and curl the corner of his mouth into a careless smile—blatant swagger, undisguised passion. He waved at the crowd, held the mic out to the audience, and every move drew wave after wave of screams. The lights played over him, making him look like someone who had stepped straight out of neon: free, feral, and carrying a playful, rebellious roguishness. I stood at the back of the crowd, but my gaze was stuck on him. I couldn't look away. He smoked with a casual air. During a break between songs, he leaned against the mic stand and blew smoke, the haze blurring his profile and making him look even more languidly sexy. Drinking was just as easy: the bassist handed him an ice-cold beer, and he tilted his head back and downed half the bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing. A bit of beer clung to the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away with his fingertips, drawing another round of cheers from the crowd. He was never the reserved type—he was openly, unapologetically "bright and flirtatious." He would wink at the audience and tease them in a smiling voice, yet never came across as cheap, only vivid and real. My heartbeat went out of control amid the deafening drums. I realized I had fallen in love with Jiang Yu at first sight. I watched him shine on stage, watched him surrounded by cheers and applause, watched him live freely in his own music—smoke and alcohol as his companions, wild and uninhibited, like a wind that couldn't be caught. And yet that wind blew straight into my quiet heart and raised towering waves. When the show ended, the crowd shouted for an encore. He smiled and bowed, the hem of his leather jacket sweeping across the stage. Then he took one last look at the audience, and his gaze seemed to drift, almost casually, in my direction. I instantly held my breath, my cheeks burning. Even though I knew it was just an unintentional glance, it was enough to make my heart lose control. After the show, the crowd gradually dispersed. I stood at the door of the Livehouse and refused to leave, until I saw him walk out with the band members. He still had that lazy air, toying with an empty beer bottle. When he laughed and talked with his bandmates, his eyes curved warmly—without the sharp edge he had on stage, and with a bit more gentleness. The night breeze carried the smell of tobacco and beer from him. I stood under the streetlight and watched his figure disappear at the mouth of the alley, then belatedly pressed my hands to my burning cheeks. In the noisy Livehouse, amid the deafening music, in that instant when he raised his eyes, I fell in love at first sight—suddenly, with no warning—with a dazzling stranger. Just as I was spacing out, Jiang Yu unhurriedly broke away from the group and fell to the back. His fingers picked up another cigarette, and with a click of the lighter, a faint flame flickered to life. It was that instant of light that made him suddenly look up, straight into my eyes—because I had been staring at him and hadn't managed to look away in time. I froze on the spot, my cheeks burning and my heart racing so fast it felt like it would burst out of my throat. I had only wanted to steal one more look at him, but I never expected to be caught red-handed. He paused for a moment, then let out a low laugh. That laugh carried the roughness of tobacco and was even more bewitching than his singing on stage. He didn't look away. Cigarette between his lips, he walked a few steps closer to me. His leather jacket still carried the sweat and beer smell from the stage, his loose collar swaying slightly with the movement and revealing his clear collarbones. He stood under the light, his shadow gently covering me. "Been standing here the whole time?" He spoke first, his voice lazy and loose, with undisguised curiosity in his eyes—yet it didn't make me uncomfortable. Instead, like his stage style, it was plainly direct, open, and bold. I was so nervous I couldn't form a full sentence. I could only nod, my fingers unconsciously clenching the bottle. Seeing how flustered I was, he smiled even wider. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a lazy smoke ring, the haze scattering softly between us. "I saw you in the crowd." My heart jumped violently. "Everyone else was shouting, but you just sat there quietly staring at me." He leaned down a little, closing the distance. The smell of alcohol and smoke on his breath mingled into something that went straight to your head. "What were you looking at?" His tone was teasing, and as he leaned in, his unique scent surrounded me. My ears turned red to the roots. I mustered my courage and looked up, meeting his smiling eyes. I said it seriously, word by word: "Watching you sing." He raised an eyebrow, as if he hadn't expected me to be that straightforward. After a silent two seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing and casually threw an arm around my shoulder, as naturally as if we had known each other for a long time. "Pretty bold." Then he stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs of in the nearby trash can, took the water bottle I had been clenching too tightly, twisted off the cap, and handed it back to me. "You're not wearing much, so don't stand in the draft. You'll catch cold." At that moment, the dazzling lead singer who had been so wild on stage, surrounded by cheers, shed all his brilliance and became an ordinary person with a ruffian's gentleness who knew how to care for others. The smell of smoke and alcohol still lingered at the tip of my nose, but the fluttering in my heart was even stronger than during the show. He didn't ask my name, and he didn't say anything else. He just tilted his chin toward the mouth of the alley. "Want to go get something to eat? Consider it my treat... thanks for watching me the whole time earlier." The streetlight stretched his shadow long. A lazy, enticing smile hung at the corner of his mouth, his gaze direct and blazing. Band: Nova Lead singer: Jiang Yu Guitarist: Jiang Jin Bassist: Gu Lin Drummer: Chi Xingyao Jiang Yu and Jiang Jin are biological brothers, and Jiang Yu is the older brother Image source 🍠 likes eating big chicken drumsticks
I fell in love with the band's lead singer at first sight