"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
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"Earth, this Dior dress—can I keep them once we are done here?" Janhae asked as she stepped into a twenty-story tall Watthanasetsiri five-star hotel, her hand in Mix's, sporting a black Christian Dior suit, matching her black longsleeved Christian Dior mini dress.
"Do with them whatever you want," Earth's voice sounded through Janhae's invisible earpiece, which Earth gave them so they could have constant contact with him and Sing, sitting in Sing's old apartment, watching cameras on their laptops, which Earth successfully hacked. Well, could it be called hacking when Earth knew the operating password?
"Go to the reception and get yourself a room. We'll wait till later in the night before we go for it," Earth instructed, focused on Mix's crouched shoulders and strained moves. "Mix, can you hear me?"
"Um...yeah."
"Relax a little, can you do that for me?" Earth asked with a voice much softer than before.
"I am relaxed," came Mix's unsure answer.
Earth sighed, throwing a careful look at Sing as he whispered, "doll, take a deep breath, okay?"
Sing rolled his eyes at the pet name and turned around, not like it was helping anything but a fake sense of privacy was still at least some kind of privacy.
"It's not like I'm anxious per se," Mix dismissed Earth's words, "it's just...I don't know, something—"
"Mix," Janhae pulled on their joined hands, making him stop in their track, "look."
Just a couple of steps away from them a small inconspicuous door suddenly opened and a group of older businessmen stumbled out, clearly way too drunk to notice 'the couple.' One of the men almost bumped into Janhae's shoulder if it wasn't for Mix who pulled her into a hug.
"Don't look at them, it's better if they won't see our faces," he whispered, carefully eyeing the men as they were slowly putting their heavy, drunk legs one in front of the other, painfully slowly disappearing from Mix's sight.
"What the fuck is going on there?" Sing asked.
"Nothing, just making sure that we don't get any unnecessary attention," Janhae replied, stepping away from Mix as he gave her a nod that the air was clear.
"I think that it's better to keep it low. The fewer people will see us the better," Mix said, looking around in case more drunk businessmen decide to walk out of that suspicious door.
"You are right," Earth nodded for himself. "The fewer people will see you and the fewer people you'll interact with the safer it'll be."
"Hate to break your pointless conversation but what about that door?" Sing asked, glaring at Earth.
