F O R E M O S T, E S S E N T I A L [ᴛᴀᴋᴀꜱᴜɢɪ. ꜱ x ʏᴏᴜ]

III

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Another day of wrecked and havoc in the clinic. And another day of me pretending he never existed in my damn life even though he is right now resting in my room. Not a single damn chance he doesn’t intend to speak about last two day our argument.

Hah! Fine! I don't fucking care about that anymore! I'm not mad! Obviously I'm not! Really! For real– fuck! Can he fucking read the situation? My cold treatment on him, it was damn shit obvious!

I feel like I'm the only one who cares about holding onto this hanging relationship that I never know what's gonna happen in the future.

I don’t think it will last long when this small argument already makes me this furious and childish– I'm the one acting childish here while he, pretending nothing bad happened last day.

Oh. That random business time in the valley. Go hell my hormones, his fault for being too fascinating with those silly deadpan-but-beautiful face for a man being. Who the heck someone can't acknowledge that stare–

Okay, stop right there, you horny women.

Shit…. I don’t know anymore if I still want to hold this string if the two of us don't do anything to fix it.

I'm already this close to reach my limit and it's fucking 1 day 6 hours 25 minutes 8 seconds but no apologize coming from his damn luscious lips–

Maturity my ass! Even the little argument makes us distance like two baby girls crying about not getting to play with barbie.

With this small occurrence brawl between the joi rebel and the amanto… I'm not surprised if one day the worst scenario of joi war would come off.

I can bet it will happen sooner or just around the corner of time.

Gosh, when will these be over? The staffs and my parents including me can't handle these countless infinitely injured people anymore because of the fight between the anti foreigners faction and the amanto.

I just hope everything will be over and no more people would die because of these stupid fight. Not our fault but that damn tax robber should do something about this fight that almost break a war between them.

Because our clinic was the nearest with the fight taken, it will getting out of hand and done for it.

This is out of sudden but I kinda miss my twin. I don't know how long since I saw him. A year? Or more…. I lost my count. The only sibling I had. He promised he would come back home after everything's over but I don't think he would.

Mom and Dad did object to his requests to join that faction but things are going too far since the amanto day after day pain in the ass looking for a fight and almost try to drive us family out from the clinic. The reason? We're being claimed as anti foreigner's aid to these people.

Dude, treating the wound and injured people obviously our job? What do you expect? Playing uno?

Em… sometimes dad played it with the old when he had a leisure time–

"[Name]." a deep rough but gentle voice mentioned my name.

Heart galloping as my eyes closed, inhaling a long breath. The familiar and well known voice that I knew damn pretty who he is. I heavily turned my head to the right with an emotionless gaze. My mood somehow conflicted when my stare catched by his serenely emerald green orbs.

Ah… I will never get tired to be ravished by his beautiful natural-color eyes. That was one of the reasons I caught my feelings for him, the dumbstruck going straight to my heart.