The Classy Boss

Twenty♡

There's soft music playing in the background of the VIP chamber, when downstairs, on the ground floor, people are dancing nonstop to the vibrant pop music. It's just some of the employees from MSC present here in the club, who are casually chit-chatting with each other, occasionally sipping on their drinks, when a group of charming guys steps out of the elevator and make their way towards the bar.

"Mew is still not here. He is the host, and he hasn't shown up yet. Great!!"

Tul utters in frustration when Nanon pats his back and replies,

"You know how grumpy and lost he is these days...something's up with our buddy that he wouldn't talk about. Let's wait untill he comes. So we can finally get him to talk. I can't stand him being lost like this."

Nanon looks around with a long sigh and Singto nods absentmindedly.

The three of them settle on the table placed just beside the bar. A waiter comes and serves them their drinks after a moment of them ordering. They start sipping into their drinks when they hear the almost inaudible light shoe-tapping sound on the marble floor. They shoot their heads in the direction only to find their friend making his way towards them, placing his hands in his black chinos' pockets, looking like the absolute bias-wrecker in an expensive black suit! All the people on that floor couldn't stop staring at Mew as he walks through the floor, shooting glares with his piercing eyes, even his friends. Even, at one point, Nanon almost spilled the drink on himself while oggling Mew! But he could care less and that is understandable.

The elegant man finally stops in front of the table which is occupied by his friends, and settles on the empty seat by Singto. He takes his hands out of his pockets and the expression of the three of them instantly changes into horror. They look at each other before asking, almost screaming,

"What the heck happened to your hands? That too, both of them? What have you been actually up to?"
Nanon interrogates terrified.

"Did you run into any accident or something? You haven't even been in touch with us for a while saying you were busy preparing for the meeting. But here you are, all wounded."

Tul bursts right after Nanon finished, not giving Mew any chance to talk. Before Mew could open his mouth to answer or to even think, Singto spoke,

"Really, what's wrong with you?!"

Mew looks away for a second before shooting a glare at them which shuts their mouths off. They return a we're-all-ears look and wait for Mew to speak. Mew finally speaks,

"I'm fine. Nothing happened. It's just a little scratch which will heal in no time. And I really was busy for the meeting."

His friends keep staring at him with complete attention as of they were expecting to hear more. Mew looks at them confused and speaks again,

"What? That's all."

He utters and rolls his eyes away, gesturing a waiter to bring drinks. The trio shake their heads in disappointment and proceeds to speak again,

"Is that all Mr. Mew Suppasit?!"
Nanon asks in a mocking tone and Tul joins him,

"I thought you could spice up the lies more!"

Mew sighs and looks away, not wanting to share the actual accident. He doesn't want to look weak in front of his friends. What if they make fun of him? What if they dissappoint him as well? He can't think straight at this moment. He got lost in the trail of memories but fortunately, Nanon pulled him out of it by shaking his shoulder. Mew blinked startled and let out a subconscious "Yeah?"