What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

I'm picking you up at eight.

Red sighed and looked back at Emory, who had his hands in his pockets and was slouched over.
"Oh, come on. Don't act all bratty now." Red rolled his eyes, looking Emory up and down.
"You didn't have to fucking grab me like that!"
"Watch your tone..."
"You... fine! I didn't want to talk to you anyway!" Emory snapped, turning his back to Red. Red just scoffed, shaking his head.
"Emory. The tone."
"...yes." Emory mumbled, getting quiet. Red huffed before grabbing Emory by the shoulder, not hard enough to hurt but it was quite firm. He turned Emory to face him and looked him in the eyes.
"Apologize." Red demanded, not loosening his grip on Emory's shoulder.

Emory paused and looked down, he still hated apologies. It would take him a second to gather his thoughts and actually apologize. As Emory turned his attention to the ground, Red grabbed his jaw and pulled it upward, forcing Emory to look him in the eyes. Emory gulped and his hands went limp by his side.
"Sorry." He muttered, it was insincere and noticeable.

Red didn't say anything for a moment but spoke sook after.
"What for?"
"Fuck you mean, 'what for'?"
"What are you sorry for? 'Sorry' isn't going to cut it."
"Sorry for... uhm..." Emory paused, he wasn't exactly sorry for anything. What had Red yelled at him for again? Tone. Right.
"Sorry for my... tone?" It wasn't a statement, more like a question. Red sighed and let go of Emory, stepping back.
"Good for now. We still need to work at that, but we'll continue this later."
"What do you mean—"
"Enough asking 'what I mean', if you don't know, you don't know." Emory didn't respond, Red had once again left him speechless.

Red's phone started ringing and he didn't answer it right away, he waited for a second. Emory glanced at Red's pocket, confused on why he wasn't answering it. Red sighed before pulling it out and answering the call. He turned away from Emory, speaking in a low tone. Emory couldn't make out much of what Red was saying, but here's what he could.

...
"What do you mean you lost him?"
...
"Do I have to take matters into my own hands?"
...
"We're having a... talk later."
...

Red said the word 'talk' quite weirdly. Like he didn't really mean 'talk' when he said 'talk.' You know? Red suddenly hung the phone up and he looked kind of irritated. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and turned to face Emory, a serious expression now on his face.
"I have some business I need to take care of. I'll be picking you up at 8 as an apology." It wasn't an offer, he basically said,
"I'm picking you up at 8, doesn't matter if you want me to or not. You better be ready by then."
Emory just nodded and turned, walking to his car, as did Red.

Emory arrived home and went into the kitchen. He lived in an apartment alone, so it wasn't that spacious. He dropped his bag on the counter, walking over to the pantry and scanning it. He hadn't been grocery shopping this week so he was low on food. He rolled his eyes before grabbing a bag of chips and going to the living room.

He sat on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. He checked his phone, it was 6PM now, he had 2 hours until Red showed up. Where were they even going? Emory sighed, he didn't know if he would have to change or anything. He glanced down and looked at his outfit. It was pretty plain, he was wearing a gray hoodie with the word 'Mississippi' on it, and black sweatpants that were a size too big. Emory shook his head, Red had said he had business to take care of, so Emory wasn't going to try and contact him. Wait. Nevermind, he was.

Where are you taking me?
...
Do I need to change?

As expected, Emory didn't get a response. He just decided that he wasn't going to change, he was too lazy for that. As Emory watched the TV, the news started talking about a 'mafia' that was starting up in Massachusetts. Funny, that was where Emory lived. Immediately, he got quite intrigued. He turned the volume up and listened closely, he was... well, stunned. Apparently, the Mafia was called Outmatched, the leader was a man with jet black hair and blueish-gray eyes. Little did Emory know, that resembled someone he was in contact with. Someone he shouldn't be in contact with.
"Oh this is such bullshit. It's obviously fake." Emory muttered to himself, he rolled his eyes and leaned forwards on the couch.

As he continued to watch TV, the doorbell rang. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, then he pulled out his phone. It was already 8PM. Emory huffed but stood up and shuffled to the door, opening it. Red had changed outfits once again, and was now wearing what most would call a regular suit. A white button up, black jacket, black tie, black dress pants. Emory was definitely underdressed but he was not about to go change. Red looked Emory up and down before speaking.
"Do you even have any nicer clothes?"
"Like a suit?"
"Yes, like a suit."
"No,"
"Fuck, fine, we'll just buy you one." Red gestured for Emory to walk outside, which Emory did. Emory paused.
"Wait, what do you mean we'll buy me one?" Emory questioned, looking at Red. Red stopped walking to the car and turned back around to face Emory.
"Already with the 'what do you mean'?" Red asked. "But you'll see." He added. Emory didn't respond, he knew he wouldn't get a direct answer. So instead, he just followed Red to the car and got in the passenger seat.

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