𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ [✓]

24

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The large room they occupied was filled with deafening silence. The only times they'd hear a sound was when each of them took turns heaving out depressed sighs.

"Did she still not touch her food?" Rin asked, his voice flailing as the image of her traumatized figure once again crossed his thoughts.

"All food untouched; from breakfast, until dinner. She didn't even touch the melon slices." Kakucho replied with a sigh.

They were taken aback as Sanzu covered his face with a pillow and screamed out his frustrations like a lunatic. "SHE DIDN'T TOUCH HER FUCKING FRUIT," he yelled out hysterically. "She gets so fucking sad when we can't find her damn melons, and now she won't even touch it."

Sanzu was the idiotic asshole among the bunch, but coincidentally, it seemed that he knew Fuyumi better than anyone else in Bonten— even better than Mikey perhaps.

In the middle of all the depressing chaos, Mikey stood up, exhaled another sigh, and walked away. The executives looked at each other as they also exchanged glances and sighs.

Sanzu was about to start another round of hysterical screaming when the door opened suddenly.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Rindou asked as he stood up, the sound of his footsteps approaching his brother who reeked of cigarettes, whiskey, and the club, echoing amongst the large space.

Ran just looked at his brother as he flipped him off, also raising both middle fingers at all the other executives before walking away.

Different hues of eyes stared at each other, and out from their mouths go another sigh.

With droopy eyes, Ran trudged down the hallway and into a room— a room where he could smell the faint scent of melons and mango juice.

He took off his coat before lifting the blanket and tucking himself in, his arms subtly snaking around a tiny waist.

Fuyumi trembled at the faint smell of cologne. He reeked of all the things she didn't like, but the sweet smell of his perfume was too familiar. Slowly, she removed his soft grip on her waist. "Ran, go sleep in your own bedroom." she whispered, but all she received in return was silence.