say you won't let go

2

chapter : the song on the radio

summary : chuuya and dazai goes onto their date. how could it turn out? also, find out why the title of the fic is named this way 😌

warning : fluff, lots of bickering and immature behavior

note : chuuya – 20 years old
           dazai – 31 years old

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"seriously? this is your usual place?" chuuya squinted his eyes in disappointment, who knew this usual place dazai was bringing him was his goddamn house. "nah, chibi. we are going somewhere else for our small, little date." the ginger couldn't help but twinge his eyebrows while dazai shot him a smug look, he hate it when dazai seem so confident that he never fails to impress himself.

"i just needed to get my usual car. i'm going to drive, since we..." the brunette dived nearer to his earlobe, whispering hotly that he couldn't help but shudder at the soft touch. "would need privacy." chuuya smacked the other's hand that was trying to fondle with his ginger locks. u see, their position hasn't change since they left the stadium but chuuya would never admit he was getting comfortable settling inside the other's strong, huge thighs.

dazai chuckled at little as he continued. "i'm pretty sure ben wouldn't want to see our interactions too." chuuya caught sight of the the port mafia's hired chauffeur turning a little red from that statement, he himself feeling a little embarrassed that the brunette was openly flirting with him.

"oh shut up." the ginger rolled his eyes as he buried his face into the other's chest a little deeper. its only for this one small date, he should be more bold and concentrate on his job.

the long, sleek car drove through the huge, golden gates. chuuya's eyes immediately lit up, amused and amazed by the astonishing scenery. chuuya swore that the mansion was the biggest he ever seen, stretching through the whole plot of land majestically, standing proudly as it welcomed the owner back home.

the ginger noticed a huge fountain as well as a few swimming pools he wished he could spend his lifetime in. the mansion was tall and wide, the diverse array of flowers surrounding the building. they entered the personal garage which was even bigger than chuuya's flat, ben parking the car at the designated corner. in the garage was packed with highly expensive cars which chuuya doesn't even know their names and a really shiny, sexy motorcycle.

dazai caught sight of the ginger gawking at the motorcycle park right in the center of the garage, couldn't help but chuckle. "like the bike?" the brunette's sudden question surprised chuuya a little, his whole body flinching slightly before he nodded sheepishly. chuuya wished he could say he loved his life right now, that he was contented with how present turn out even with his mother hospitalized. but who is he lying?

of course, anyone would want to be born rich, overwhelmed by riches, not needing to worry about one's future or expenses, spending however and whenever he wants. chuuya forced him to look away from the motorcycle, he wasn't going to envy some older men's bike. it doesn't matter if he was born with a silver spoon is his mouth, because there is no point in wishing or pondering, cause this was his present and he had job to do.

the brunette opened the door from his side, grabbing onto chuuya's wrist as they both exited from the car ben was in. chuuya allowed himself to get dragged by the older, dazai moving through the throng of cars to find the special one. "why can't we just use any car?" chuuya asked, curious as to why the other had to go through the trouble to find the right car. dazai only chuckled softly at the question, a smirk plastered broadly across his face as he replied.

"i had to find the one with lube in it." chuuya didn't expect such an answer, his face immediately warming up, knowing perfectly well the message the other was trying to convey.