LIKE YOU DO

Will it all go wrong?

Romero and Son were still in their little bubble when a knock popped it.

Son was so confused about who could be knocking his door at 6 am, no one came to his mind, especially not the Spurs head-coach, they decided to ignore whoever was knocking, if it was urgent they would knock again, if it wasn't they would probably go away thinking that Son was asleep. To their surprise the knocking did not stop, it actually got louder and more desperate, so a really irritated Cuti got up, he was ready to punch whoever was dearing to get between his special time with his sweet boyfriend but before he could open the door a voice has heard, a voice that made his blood go cold, Romero thought he was going crazy, extremely crazy it was not possible that the head-coach was at his boyfriends at 5 am, right? it just wasn't possible, he thought the fogginess of the fact that he had just woken up was getting to him, so he got ready to open the door and go back to his original plan. Punch whoever was behind that door.

Before that could happen Son got to him, grabbed him by the waist and dragged him to the bathroom. Okay, now Cuti was even more confused, he thought he was just imagining his coach's voice, so why was Son pulling him to the bathroom and telling him to put his clothes on in such a hurry?. The fact that he had just woken up and his confusion was really messing with his brain because he couldn't really make out whatever his boyfriend was saying to him. You can't blame him okay?! His brain was not made for deciphering long and complicated sentences so early. Especially not in english.

Much to his dismay, Son was getting more and more desperate with each passing second and the knocks were getting even louder, alongside the voice. An especially hard hit from Son got him out of his daydream, "fuck me!" was all Cuti could think, that voice wasn't just in his mind, his head coach was actually outside their house, "not 'their' Son's" his mind told him quickly. He shook that thought as quickly as it came. He had more important things to care about, like the fact his coach was behind the door and that the pounding kept getting impossibly louder.

Now that the fogginess went away he could actually make up the words that his boyfriend was telling him. He was ushering him out of the house, telling him to get out through the window and run all the way back to his house, he told him that he could call later but that he really needed him out of the house, that he needed him out of HIS house, ouch, that really hurted so with watery eyes Cuti got ready, made sure that he left nothing behind and got out through the window. After being out of the window Cuti felt dirty and ashamed, he felt like a mistress and he hated every second bit of it. So to try and get rid of the feeling Cuti ran, he ran until his legs burned, until we could't breath and until he reached the Spur's stadium. He didn't really know why we ran there, training didn't start until 7:00am and most of his teammates didn't get there until 6:45. He wasn't even sure of what time it was. It hadn't ocurred to him to stop and look for the time when his boyfriend was nearly pushing him out the window.

Author Note ੯‧̀͡⬮!

I'm so sorry for abandoning this story for so long :(

i hope you guys are still interested beacuse i just got a huge rush of inspiration rn lol.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

- if there are any grammar mistakes let me know!

bye bye

-nic ᕱ⑅ᕱ