Pete
It was a day Pete had mixed emotions about. Pete wanted to cry but at the same time he felt excited. Pete was up bright and early cleaning his room, pushing hangers in the hallways steaming clothes and obviously preparing himself to face the worst. Pete had been inside his bathroom repeating "I'm fine" for the past 30 minutes.
"Let's go Pete, you got this"
He whispered to himself, grabbing the book with the information he used to make said clothes he pushed 2 out of the 15 trolleys into the elevator Pete knew he'd have to repeat this a bunch of times but he didn't mind as it gives him more time to breathe and calm down. As Pete entered the mansion's hallway, Porsche and the others stood there waiting for him.
"Eh? oh morning" I hurriedly leaving the two trolleys right there in front of them to go for the other 12, somehow they thought it was rude since Khun started to mutter angrily. After going up and down the elevator a few more times i was done , Porsche offered a chair for me to sit, "Thanks" he nodded before sitting as well. After calming down my breathing, I now felt relaxed. "Ehm sorry about that I just needed to rid of these" I pointed to the racks, "Meh it's fine, we figured that out after we saw you come back with more, but congrats on finishing and getting some rest" Porsche spoke, I smiled whispering a thank you before fancy and expensive vehicles started to park in front of the mansion, 'It's time' i thought immediately jumping up and grabbing the book.
Pete jaw hurts from smiling at all the compliments he received but he really wants to just go and sleep. After what felt like hours and the guest coming for there outfit pickup slowly started to die down Pete felt himself getting dizzy as he held his head before finding the chair he was previously given to sit.
"oh Pete are you ok?" Pol asked as he noticed him staggering to the chair
"I need food, I feel like i'm about to pass out" just that sentence and the four began to panic slightly, Porsche stayed behind to make sure Pete doesn't actually pass out, after a few seconds the others returned with food and drinks. He began to aggressively eat his food as the other kept telling him to slow down.
"Thanks guys, I could have passed out and I doubt anybody would give a shit about me"
"Oh shut up" Takkhun breathe out which made all of us laugh
A foot step descending the stairs made all of our smiles immediately drop, Arm and Pol moving behind Takkhun while putting on their mask 'the serious face of a bodyguard' Porsche immediately stood in front of me. "Why even bother" he rolled his eyes at me, I just looked down, can he anymore less of an asshole?
"And you" pointing to Porsche "why are you down here?"
"None of you business"
"Trust me it is, go to bed'
"You don't own me"
"Yes, I do, now come let's go to bed"
"No I am busy, and clearly you can see that"
"Can we not"
"Then leave me, let me be"
"Porsche"
"Anakinn"
The tension was so thick and suffocating. Even Khun felt it.
"Please can you just not argue you with me?"
"I am busy, I will eventually come to bed when I'm finish"
"Busy doing what?!"
"First of all don't fucking shout at me and clearly I am helping my friend"
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Suits and Secret (Vegaspete)
FanfictionOne makes suit One is a mafia leader What's the secret? A vegaspete fanfic where Talior meets Mafia