Can't Trust Realtor's (A Maison Talo x (Male)Y/N story)

Desolé

(Y/N) woke up the next morning taking a look at the other side of the bed and are the room.

John wasn't anywhere in sight.

(Y/N) raised up rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the warm lighting seeping in through the partially curtain cover window.

He let out a soft groan not wanting to get out of bed and go to work but he really needed the money since rent wasn't cheep.

He stood up and grabbed some clothes out of his dressed changing into them and throwing the dirty set into the hamper sitting in the corner of his room.

After getting dressed (Y/N) walked downstairs only to be startled seeing John lounging on the couch watching TV.

(Y/N) felt happy knowing he stayed.

"Hey (Y/N)! There's breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen!" He grinned happily.

(Y/N) smiled softly.

"Thank you John"

He walked to the kitchen making a plate and sitting at the counter.

Everything looked perfect, John sure did seem like an amazing cook.

He picked up his fork and took a small bite of shredded hash browns and eggs.

(Y/N)'s eyes light up brightly.

He didn't expect it to taste so good, it kind of reminded him of his ma's cooking making him feel a little nostalgic.

The hash browns were golden brown and had just the right amount of salt and pepper.

As for the eggs,

They were lightly crisped at along the edges and the yolk was gooey yet savory.

(Y/N) finished up breakfast and walked to the door.

"I have to go to work but feel free to stay"

John smiled and nodded in response.

(Y/N) walked out and headed to the office building he worked at.

On the way to the office he noticed someone that looked familiar walking towards him on the side walk.

Grey hair..

A elegant crimson business suit...

That wide menacing smile...

Shit it's Maison Talo!

(Y/N) Felt fear take a hold on his body.

He instantly looked around for the best route to run but before his feet could start carrying him anywhere Maison had already walked up to him.

(Y/N) froze.

It felt as if his blood had just suddenly went cold.

"I'm sorry for the other day my behavior was quite rude and I'd like to make it up to you".

(Y/N) stared at him in total disbelief.

He wasn't even sure if he had heard Maison right.

Maison's apologizing after trying to murder him yesterday?..

There has to be some catch..

Maison let out a soft sigh while adjust his suit coat.

"I know you might not forgive me but please let me atleast take you out to dinner tonight".

Now (Y/N) was even more confused but let out a soft sigh reluctantly agreeing.

"Alright, fine you have one more chance but I'm not looking at any more of your houses.."

Maison nodded looking relieved.

"You won't regret this I promise, meet me at the restaurant two blocks from your apartment at eight" he grinned.

(Y/N) nodded softly before parting way's and continuing to walk to work.

~later~

(Y/N) gathered his things and walked back home from work.

His back and legs were sore from sitting in an uncomfortable office chair.

His apartment shower was practically calling his name to use it.

(Y/N) walked into the apartment looking around.

John was nowhere in sight yet again but maybe he was resting in the bedroom.

(Y/N) walked to the bedroom looking around.

But John wasn't there either.

He shrugged it off and walked to the bathroom.

He stripped and got in.

After showering (Y/N) walked to his room and threw on something decent looking.

He checked the clock.

It was only 7.

He let out a soft sigh walking to the living room and flopping onto the couch turning on the tv.

He began to think about earlier.

Was this supposed to be some date?..