Past our hang ups, I still love you

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>> OFF >>

After Gun finished his food, he crawled to the couch. I guess he wasnot aware that I was actually following closely behind him.

I bent down to brush away his hair that's covering his forehead.

"If you're that sleepy, why didn't you go to the bedroom instead?" I whispered.

He moved to lie on his side. He would've fallen down if I haven't caught him.  I ended up sitting on the floor to stop him from falling down.

"Gun, I thought you wanted to ask me for a favor." I reminded him. "I might not be able to help you if its late in the afternoon."

He struggled to open his eyes. He still had that sleeppy Babii look on him.

"Right."He said then yawned.  He streched his hands up before dropping it on his sides, making his shirt fall unevenly and revealing his well defined collarbone on one side. Damn, ain't that sexy.

"I want you to make a painting. The theme should be metamorphosis." He contined.

"Oh, you were talking about the collab." I sounded disappointed. "But won't be easier for you to make a plain white outfit and I'll just paint over it?"

"Paint over it? That's a good suggestion but I don't like paint chipping and crumbling during the fashion show." I said. "For the previous collabs, I normally had the artist paint the work then I had the designs printed on a cloth."

"Why don't we test it out?" I suggested.

"Excuse me?" He looked confused.

"Just trust me." I assured him and made him nod. "Do you have any plain clothes that you made?"

"It's not that plain but I have an unprinted beige suit which I sewed." He pointed at the direction of the bedroom."

"I could work with that." I nodded and made me bring it out.

>>  GUN >>

How did it end up like this? I know! It was because me and my fucking mouth!

*Minutes earlier...

"P, This was one of my first works and made my professor recommend me to one of the popular brands." I bragged holding up the hanger that holds the suit. It was made up of the entire outfit.

"I'm not really good with fashion so I'll take your word for it but..." his voice trailed off.

"But what?" I asked curiously. Was there something wrong with the outfit? Did it look garrish or bland?

"You were worried about the paint falling off. Why is it flat on a hanger? Isn't it supposed to be on one of those things that has a figure?" His hands moved in the air as if molding a box.

"Oh. You meant you need it on a mannequin?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "I'd need it on something that has form."

So that's how I actually ended up as a human mannequin wearing on a suit that I honestly had him in mind.

P'Off stood in 3 different distances from me and had me turn several times. He was looking at me like a blank canvass or a big lump of clay. He's much hotter when he has that serious face on.

He started from the farthest distance and slowly approached me. He approached until he was too close for comfort. He started looking closely and the cloth. He stood behind me and I felt his hands brushed across my shoulders and then downwards my back and stopped on my waist. I could feel he was fumbling with my collar as I could feel his warm breath on my nape.