"If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still (love me)?
If I made up my mind at work, would you still (love me)?"
Before the money, before the fame, before the cars, and before the drank, who was there for him when his pockets were empty, his he...
WORD COUNT: 3.1K TW: none. NOTE: btw this book will only be 6 chapters long so 4 more to go :)
"IT'S HARD TO DO THESE THINGS ALONE. JUST HOLD ON, WE'RE GOING HOME."
— DRAKE. | HOLD ON, WE'RE GOING HOME
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"I brought some stuff from my granny! We gotta make it quick though, I'm expecting a very angry phone call in a couple of hours. She can't live without her cleaning supplies."
Right when the clock turned to point at 11:30 AM, Asahi scrambled to put on a T-shirt and greet the abnormally on-time woman who arrived at his door refreshed and as bright as the sun outside. Her natural scent mixed with an air of tobacco she couldn't rid of, but Asahi didn't mind. Through his closed and dusty blinds, rays of the morning sun threatened to infiltrate his living space and light up the usually dim expanse with warmth. He didn't bother to open up the blinds, and if he recalled correctly, he hasn't bothered with the windows for a couple of months now. Embarrassed and humiliated he was, reluctantly letting in the clean woman who held up a bucket of cleaning supplies as if she were the milkman.
Walking in as if she had been there a million times, (Y/N) got to work with putting the bucket down and slipping on a pair of rubber gloves that she also stole from her grandma.
"I used to be a housekeeper, so I know the ins and outs of this stuff."
Asahi perked up at the mention of (Y/N)'s previous day job, suddenly curious as to what she actually did for a living. When he couldn't afford to pay her a cut of money just yesterday, she mentioned that she was trying to pick herself up from the concrete just as he was. And, although he didn't want to admit it, he felt compelled to find out if she had dreams and ambitions as high in the sky as he.
"I mean...where do we even start...?" Asahi sighed.
Red like the blood from a fresh cut spread across his face. He couldn't deny, nor hide, how embarrassed he was to have a woman like (Y/N) help him do the simple tasks like cleaning his apartment he allowed to get to such an awful state—a woman he just met a week ago, at that.
He was ready to open his mouth in retaliation to tell her she didn't need to do any of this and that she should just cut her losses now, but she interrupted him before he could speak.
