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jaded
listen to jaded by near tears for best experience.
Tetsu was sitting in his living room, waiting for the beef ramen on his stove to boil. Dan had been texting him for the last hour, after Gillian had asked him if he had any bubble bath before vanishing into the bathroom. Dan mainly wanted to know if he'd seen Gilly naked yet, to which Tetsu simply rolled his eyes, feeling his face starting to get hot.
Yes, he found Gillian Wagner incredibly attractive.
But there was no way he was going to act on it, remembering vividly the disaster that which was the last time he slept with a gorgeous woman, not realizing that she was related to somebody from the White Rascals.
It was an even bigger disaster than when Dan and Lala got mixed up in a drug deal at Club Heaven.
Dan: the fact that i did you a massive favour and you haven't even hinted yet to her face hoe hot you think she is-
Tetz: you know what dan, i never asked you to do that for me. baka. i'm perfectly happy single.
Dan: oh? what was all that business with lassie's sister?
Tetz: shut up.
Tetsu switched off his phone, switching it to silent and leaving it facedown on the counter. He closed his eyes, focusing on the indie music he could hear from upstairs. The lyrics were in English, so he didn't understand most of it, but the playlist had been on shuffle since Gillian had gotten in the bath.
Which, now that he thought about it, was almost more than an hour ago.
Probably longer than anybody should be in the bath.
The gears inside his head started turning as Tetsu ran through all the things that could have gone wrong. All the things that could happen to a young American woman in a foreign country, all on her own. Sorry, a young Canadian.
She could have tripped and fallen, broken her head open on the side of the counter. Gillian could have been bleeding out as we speak!
What if she passed out in the bathtub? Head submerged under water, lungs filing with pleasant-scented soapy water?
Abandoning his phone, Tetz turned back to the stove, turning the burner off and covering his noodles before heading upstairs. The music was louder at the landing. He stood in front of the sliding door to the bathroom, debating about whether he should knock on the frosted glass or not.
Eventually, his concern for the blonde won out. He opened the door slowly, softly calling out the young tourist's name to make his presence known. Her phone sat on the counter, a song about a jaded lover playing through the small speaker.
