Wingman Gone Wrong | LeoFiat

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CW: Bits of homophobic remarks, mention of death, mention of sexual harassment, and a whole lot of emotions.
(It's time)

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Fiat stands in front of his mirror and straightens out his collared shirt. The buttons suffocate him, so he lets a couple remain undone. He practices his smile and sighs. Just as he starts a mantra in his head, his phone rings and he falls back onto the foot of the bed to answer. "Love?"

"Happy Birthday, love. Are you all dolled up to celebrate the most wonderful day that brought you into this world?" Leo's excessively uplifting voice makes Fiat laugh and his muscles instantly relax. "There we go. I did my job this morning. You stay optimistic okay. You say what you need to say and don't back down. You are strong and beautiful, love. You give me one call and I'll come to you. You need me right here, and I'll be ready with everything you want and need. Okay, love?"

"I love you," Fiat sighs as he leans his elbows against his knees. Leo chuckles and sends back the love. "I don't know what I did in my past life to deserve you."

"Likewise," Leo smiles with his words. "Alright. You drive safe and let me know when you arrive?"

"Of course, love." The couple only stay on the phone for a few more minutes before they hang up so Fiat can get on the road. He responds to the birthday messages from Fern and Chan on his way out and sighs as he takes a groggy call from his best friend while he drives. The tired persona of Ann's makes the drive a lot better and she gives him pep talks while also giving it to him straight as she has little to no filter when she is half asleep and hungover. "I arrived, Pip. I'll probably update you tomorrow or something. Get something to eat and make sure to call P'Chan if you need something."

"You take care of yourself, Fiat. We're all here for you. I know you'll probably call Leo, but if you need me with him and you, just let me know," Ann speaks with a firm tone. Fiat hums in agreement as he shuts of his car. He checks his reflection in the visor mirror and takes a deep breath to build up on confidence. He wrings his hands as he approaches the door. His brows furrow as he hears piano play from inside. His father use to always play it when he was stressed. Fiat raises his hand and the sound of knocking does not even sound like it was his doing.

His body goes ridged when he hears the piano stop for a moment before continuing again more aggressively. Jaw clenched, he hits his fiat against the wood with more force. His breaths become uneven as he gets filled with anxiety. A harsh sound comes from the stringed percussion. A breath gets caught in his throat. The door swings open and the young boy is stunned to his spot. "Phor..."

"You really want to do this?" His father's voice seems tired. Fiat hardens his face with determination as he nods his head. The older man rubs his face. "Give me one reason why I should let you step foot in my house."

"Phor, I want to be part of the family. I want to be accepted by you guys. Please? At least for today and let's talk it out, Phor," Fiat begs.

"I can't find a reason to accept you, Fiat. You haven't given me a reason why I should," his father shakes his head. For a moment, Fiat thinks of giving up, but then hears the voices of Ann and Leo telling him to focus and stand his ground.

"What do you want from me? I have been trying to understand and help you understand why you have so much resentment? I can't change the past. What can I do to be enough for you to accept me?" Fiat begs as tears fall from his red cheeks. He felt pain, anger, and frustration. He is tired.