➽ 26. ❛i just hope she don't wanna leave me, don't you give me up, please don't give up honey, i belong with you, and only you, baby, only you, my girl, only you, babe ❜ —dark red, steve lacy
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➽ BRIDE AND GROOM ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
IZUMI'S CONFESSION NEVER left your mind when night fell upon Japan. You tossed and turn on your bed, hugged your pillow whilst thinking of any lies or codes that Izumi could have hidden. The more you thought about, the heavier your heart gets. Sure, it raced with thrill at some point, but it never lasts long. Because at the end of the day, you cannot allow yourself to fall in love with any of these idols. They deserve so much from a lover, and you're their producer, so it's ultimately a death wish for you.
Now in your office, laptop in front of you as the morning light wafted in, you check your emails for updates on your reports. You're thankful you were scheduled to work by yourself for this morning, and overall, your schedule should grant you a freedom from Izumi's proclaimed courting. Maybe time away from you could also give him some time to think things over.
"Emails..more emails.." You yawn, leaning back on the chair as your agenda was sprawled openly with a stack of yellow post-its. Your shoes tap on your flooring as you looked through your emails, most of them already replied to, and appointments made here and then.
Until a specific email from the business department caught your eye, did you straighten up and gasp. You pressed on it and maybe even your breathing was caught in the middle of reading through it. The subject regards to Crazy:B's proposal to have an outstanding live alongside other units if they shan't have the opportunity to have their own project too soon. One sentence stuck out to you—
After adequate consideration, the board has found no reason to reject this plan for Crazy:B's participation in the next Ensemble Square major project.
You jump up from your chair, excitedly. This is a moment hanging at your hopes, but you also thought that the higher ups shouldn't have a problem with Crazy:B performing after their influx of decent gigs that won them more admirers. Closing your laptop, you decide it's the perfect time to tell the guys about this. It's what they want, in fact.
It's a long elevator ride, though. Going all the way up to the 18th floor was always a good chunk of a waiting time, especially when other agents would come and go between the floors. Eventually, you're in the elevator with a couple more producers on their way to Cospro. You're the only one with a smile on your face, and you can only sympathize with these producers knowing they've got a workload on their shoulders, but you don't let that get to your head.
Soon enough, you're walking on the charcoal carpeted flooring of the agency with your agenda held against your chest. As the other agents work at the computers and the conference area is occupied by a work group, you're looking around for any sign of Crazy:B. You turn and go on the tips of your shoes when you come across bigger shelves, looking over the arms of other producers who greet you here and then, until—
