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Assistant: Title: International Love
        Author: BlueJay214 BlueJay214 
        Chapter: 2/2 
        Summary: When HUNTR/X is doing their tour in Rio de Janeiro, Zoey comes across American rapper and singer Velvet as she develops a crush on her.
        Contents: Chapter 2: Party Time
    

    

        
          
          
            HUNTR/X goes to an industry party, and Zoey comes across Velvet once again.
          
        

  

  
  
    
    The next morning, sunlight pours through the tall windows of the hotel suite, casting golden streaks across the plush furniture and messy room. The remnants of last night—makeup wipes, half-zipped suitcases, and scattered stage clothes—speak to the whirlwind pace of their tour life.Zoey sits cross-legged on the couch in an oversized T-shirt, scrolling through her phone while trying to sip her way through a too-hot cup of coffee. Her mind drifts back to Velvet—her voice, her laugh, the way she said Zoey's name like it meant something.Across the suite, Rumi emerges from her room, wrapped in a fluffy robe and yawning like a lion. "Ughhh. I feel like I got hit by a truck made of feijoada.""Serves you right," Mira says, entering from the kitchenette with a smoothie in one hand and a hotel banana in the other. "You had three bowls.""Worth it," Rumi mumbles, flopping beside Zoey.Rumi flips through a local fashion magazine, her face lit up with excitement. "Well, we better recover fast. Don't forget—we've got that industry party tonight."Zoey perks up slightly. "Wait, that's tonight?"Mira raises an eyebrow. "Did you seriously forget?"Zoey rubs her face, yawning. "No, I didn't forget. I just... didn't realize it came so fast."Rumi smirks. "Everything's coming fast these days. Including mystery girls from last night."Zoey grabs a pillow and lightly chucks it at her.The mood in the suite is a mix of laid-back and anticipatory. Stylists are due to arrive soon, outfits need final approval, and their schedule is packed—but there's still a sense of buzz. Tonight is the Rio Artist Industry Mixer that is crawling with label reps, producers, and international talent.Mira finishes her coffee and stands. "We better look our best."Zoey nods, a nervous flutter sparking in her chest—not just from the upcoming event, but from the lingering thought... what if Velvet's there too?……..The Rio Artist Industry Mixer is already in full swing as a luxury black SUV pulls up to the entrance of the venue, lights flashing, music thumping from inside. The press line erupts in a frenzy as HUNTR/X steps out with an unstoppable trio of style and presence.Rumi descends first, turning heads in a stunning gold designer dress that hugs her figure, its short skirt glittering under the lights with subtle purple accents wrapped around the hem and neckline. She radiates regality with a playful smile.Mira follows, sharp and confident in a sparkling red blazer that catches every flashbulb, paired with a sleek white crop top and a short red skirt. Her look screams "fearless diva," and she owns every second of it.Then comes Zoey.She steps out in a bold emerald green jumpsuit, the fabric hugging her silhouette like liquid power. Silver accents line the sleeves and waist, catching the light like stardust. Her dark hair flows effortlessly over one shoulder, her eyes scanning the crowd behind every camera flash.The three strike a pose, fans screaming from beyond the barricades. Compliments fly—“Stunning!” “Iconic!” “HUNTR/X never misses!”But Zoey isn’t soaking it in.Her heart thuds in her chest as she subtly scans the crowd, the press, the VIP section near the terrace. She tries to keep her expression neutral, but her eyes are searching, sweeping across the guests for any hint of familiar silver braids and that cool, effortless smirk.And then—there.Across the room, past the crystal punch bowl and the neon-lit DJ booth, she spots a woman with silver braids laughing among a group of artists. Zoey’s heart skips. She takes a step forward, nearly bumping into Mira.“Woah, where you going?” Mira teases.Zoey doesn’t respond—she’s locked in.But as she moves closer… the woman turns.Not Velvet.Just a stylist with similar hair and a totally different vibe.Zoey stops in her tracks, trying not to let the disappointment show on her face. She exhales, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, silently coaching herself to keep it together. Maybe it was a long shot anyway.Still, she can't help but glance around again, just in case.Mira approaches, placing a hand on her shoulder."You good?" Mira asks softly, just loud enough for Zoey to hear over the thump of the bass.Zoey forces a small smile and shrugs. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… soaking it all in.”Mira looks at her for a second longer—really looks. Then she gives the kind of nod only a close friend can give. The kind that says I know you’re not fine, but I won’t press you right now.“Alright,” Mira says, her voice light but warm. “Just don’t get lost in your head. You look too good to be standing in a corner all moody.”Zoey chuckles, and Mira gives her shoulder one last squeeze before heading off into the crowd, probably toward the dance floor—or maybe the dessert table.Zoey exhales. Alone again.Until—
  tap tap.
A light touch on her shoulder.She freezes, eyes widening slightly.Slowly, she turns around.And standing there—dressed in a fitted luxurious maroon jacket with silver trim and that signature confident gleam in her eye—is Velvet. Her silver braids cascade over one shoulder, and her smirk is subtle but unmistakable.“Hey,” Velvet says, voice smooth as ever. “Didn’t think I’d see you again this soon.”Zoey blinks, her heart skipping like a broken beat machine. “…Hey.”The night just shifted.Zoey’s pulse quickens, but she manages to keep her footing this time. Velvet stands close—not too close, but close enough that the world seems to blur around them. The lights from the party reflect in Velvet’s jacket.“You clean up nice,” Velvet says, eyes scanning Zoey’s jumpsuit with an approving nod. “Green suits you.”Zoey blushes as her lips curl into a shy smile. “Thanks. You look…” Her words trail off, lost for a moment in Velvet’s presence. “Like a boss.”Velvet chuckles. “I try. I figured if I was gonna crash an industry party in Rio, I might as well show out.”Zoey tilts her head. “Wait—you weren’t invited?”“Oh, I was,” Velvet grins, “but it’s more fun when it feels like crashing.”They both laugh, the tension between them softening into something warmer, easier.“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Zoey admits, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.“I figured you didn’t,” Velvet replies, eyes steady. “But I was hoping.”Zoey’s eyes widen just slightly. “Really?”“Yeah,” Velvet says, voice quieter now. “You stuck with me. That doesn’t happen a lot.”Zoey shifts a little closer, finding her voice again. “Same. I don’t usually… I mean, you kinda threw me off my axis.”Velvet smiles. “In a good way, I hope.”“The best way,” Zoey says, cheeks still faintly pink, but her voice steady.A beat passes. Music thumps in the background. Cameras flash somewhere else. Neither of them looks away.……..Across the party, the night continues to sparkle with industry chatter and rising music. Rumi stands near the champagne fountain, confidently fielding questions from a group of well-dressed journalists."Yes, Lunar Pulse was inspired by a nightmare I had," she explains, her hands animated. "But we twisted it into something empowering—like turning fear into fire."Flashbulbs pop. One of the reporters leans in, fascinated. Rumi flashes her signature charismatic grin and keeps the quotes flowing like a pro.Meanwhile, Mira leans against the velvet-rope bar, drink in hand, her blazer catching the light. She's mid-laugh, clearly enjoying the company of two sharply dressed producers who hang on her every word. One of them tries (and fails) to match her witty banter, but Mira lets him try—playfully cocky, completely in her element.Outside on a quieter balcony lit with soft string lights, Zoey and Velvet walk side by side, their shoulders almost brushing."So," Zoey asks, glancing over at her, "what would you say is your biggest achievement so far? Like, that moment where you just felt like—yeah, I did that."Velvet thinks for a moment. "Probably headlining in Chicago last year. No label support. All independent. Packed the arena anyway. That was the night I realized I didn't need anyone to validate me."Zoey's eyes widen. "That's badass."Velvet grins. "What about you?"Zoey laughs. "Defeating the Saja Boys."Velvet raises an eyebrow. "The boy band?""Yup," Zoey nods. "Super powered. Charismatic. Abs for days. They nearly brainwashed half our fanbase."Velvet snorts. "Let me guess—you girls went in swinging?""Hell yeah," Zoey smirks. "We beat them in the Idol Awards. They were hot, yeah... but the minute one of them started monologuing with fog machines and glitter tears, I checked out."Velvet cackles. "Iconic."There's a pause. Velvet glances at her, more gently this time. "When do you guys leave?"Zoey sighs, leaning against the railing. "In two days."Velvet nods, considering this information. "So we've got a little time, then."Zoey tilts her head. "What did you have in mind?"Velvet leans on the balcony railing. "Thought you might want to come over. My place has fewer camera flashes, more vinyl records. You can tell me more about you."Zoey smiles, her heart skipping again. "That sounds... kind of perfect."Velvet's smirk softens into something real. "Then it's a date."As the two stand under the string lights, the muffled thump of bass from inside suddenly swells—someone's turned the music way up as a beat drops, echoing through the balcony doors.Velvet’s eyes light up instantly.“Oh my god, I love this song!” she gasps, spinning toward the sound. “This is my jam.”Before Zoey can react, Velvet grabs her hand with a warm, electric grip. “C’mon—we’re dancing!”“Wait—what?!” Zoey laughs, caught completely off guard.Velvet’s already pulling her through the doorway, weaving past a couple of surprised waiters as they dart back into the heart of the party. Zoey stumbles for a second before catching her footing, her laughter trailing behind them.Inside, the dance floor is alive with pulsing lights and a full crowd, but Velvet doesn’t slow down. She leads Zoey straight into the rhythm, the crowd parting just enough for them to slip into the center.Velvet turns to her, eyes gleaming. “You better keep up, pop star.”Zoey grins, her nerves melting into the music. “Oh, you have no idea what you just started.”They lose themselves in the beat, spinning, laughing, dancing like they’ve known each other for years. All eyes may be on them, but in this moment, it’s just the two of them.........The next morning, Rumi stirs, groaning as she sits up, her purple hair a tangled mess of curls pointing in every possible direction.She yawns loudly and trudges out of her room, still wrapped in a silk robe and rubbing sleep from her eyes.In the main lounge, Mira is half-sprawled on the couch, legs dangling off the side, phone resting on her stomach. She squints up through her lashes. “Morning, disaster.”Rumi grunts in return, scratching her head. “Is Zoey up?”Mira blinks. “No clue.”That perks Rumi up a bit.She walks across the plush carpet and stops in front of Zoey’s door. She knocks lightly. “Zoey? You up?”Silence.Rumi waits a beat, then gently pushes the door open.The bed inside is perfectly made. Untouched.No Zoey.Rumi frowns, stepping inside and glancing around. Her eyes fall on the bedside table—Zoey’s phone charger is unplugged. The faintest trace of perfume lingers.She turns back toward the hallway. “Uh, Mira?” she calls, voice tightening slightly. “Zoey’s not here.”Mira sits up instantly. “Wait—what?”Rumi looks back at the empty room, lips parted.Zoey’s gone.'
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