Where Yuki's secretly in love with Pierre, but his feelings complicate things too much for his career, so he resorts to writing fan fiction about him. All while Pierre's in the same situation and reads Yukis fan fiction.
Everyone in this book is bas...
Locking my front door, I walk down the steps that transition my front garden to my front door, made out of a nice smooth stone. I clicked the unlocked button on my car keys and got into the drivers seat. Connecting my phone to the charger in My car, I the same motion, I open Spotify on put on my liked songs playlist.
Revering out of my driveway, I turn the music up to a level between enjoyably loud and packed rave club loud.
On my way to Yuki's hotel, I didn't overly encounter much traffic, nor stoped by many red lights. Making the 20 minuets trip only 15 minuets. I decided to wait that extra five minuets in my car, be used I didn't want to be early and Yuki is still getting dressed. So I just sat in my car, once again scrolling through Wattpad.
To my delight, when I opened my notifications, there was an update on the story I was just recently reading! Whoever was writing this, was the best person ever to exist! Apart from Yuki of course, he'll always be number 1.
The continuation of the story dragged me in, to the point where I had lost track of time. It was now 16:33, and I said I would meet Yuki at 16:30! I ran out of my car and into the lobby of his hotel.
Once I was in I made my way directly to the elevators. As the door closed behind me, I went to click Yuki's floor, only to realise he never told me. Well, more like I never asked.
MASSAGES My rising sun 🌅🇯🇵
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I click the button for floor that's numbered ten. It the. Takes me few second but then the realisation hit me. Floor 10, my racing number, and room 22, his racing number. It's like this is some scripted love story for the two of us (🫣).
The doors to the elevator open with a ding, and I step out and walk through the hallway. Looking at the side that hosts only the even numbered rooms.
'16, 18, 20... Ah! 22!' I quietly mumble out loud to myself as I read the numbers off of their respective doors.
I quickly walk up to Yuki's and knock. I don't even get to the fourth knock when it opens. In front of me, stands Yuki, who is wear a similar outfit to me.
I'm wearing a white dress shirt, white dress pants and white suit jacket. While Yuki wore the same thing, but his suit jacket and dress pants are black.
"Well, shall we go?" I say, putting on a 'posh' accent whilst extending my hand to Yuki.
"Why yes!" He plays along.
He holds my hand for a second or two before letting go. Missing the coolness from his hand.
The walk out of the hotel is silent, but in a good way. A comfortable silence if you will. The silence continues all the way to my car. The only time it's broken is when Yuki says a quiet thank you after I open his car door.
