After War had been treated in the ER, the two made their way back to Vee's car. War was more than ready to bolt—hospitals always made him uncomfortable. The sterile smell, the constant beeping of machines, and the overall feeling of unease never sat well with him. He shuddered slightly, glad to finally be out of there.
The night air was cool, and the scent of hospital antiseptic still clung to War as he slid into the passenger seat, feeling the weight of all the plasters and ointments on his face. His earlier confidence had taken a nosedive—he had started the night with the bold idea of flirting, but now he felt like a walking bandage roll, his efforts derailed by Garret's antics.
Internally, War cursed the bad turn of events, and Garret's name left a bitter taste in his mind.
"I really wanted to, you know, spend more time with you," War muttered, trying to sound nonchalant despite feeling a bit defeated. "But I look like a horror film extra. Maybe I should just go home and cry in peace." He tried to joke, but the disappointment was clear.
Vee, gripping the steering wheel, glanced over at him. There was a moment of silence before he timidly spoke.
"You could, uh, come over to my place, if you want."
War blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the offer. He'd been expecting Vee to suggest calling it a night, but here he was, shyly inviting him over. War's heart did a little flip.
"Are you serious?" War asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Vee replied, clearing his throat, looking a little nervous. "I mean, if you want to. No pressure."
War's bruised face couldn't hide the grin that started to form. "Well," he said, "I guess a few more hours with this face won't hurt... if you can handle it."
Vee tried to play it cool, but his nerves were apparent as he fumbled through the reasoning behind his invitation.
"You, uh, probably need to eat something. You know, regain your strength. But in your situation, I'm afraid you might end up soaking your bandages in the soup," he rambled, all while trying to hide the giddiness bubbling up inside him.
He couldn't take the invite back now—War was obviously thrilled.
War's eyes sparkled as he quickly agreed. "Oh, and I finally get to meet your son, Zulu, right?"
Vee chuckled, glad War was on board. "Yeah, he's been waiting to meet you. You've heard enough stories, it's only fair."
War grinned, excitement buzzing through him as he remembered all the little anecdotes Vee had shared about his mischievous Shiba Inu. The thought of meeting Zulu made him feel like he was being introduced to another important part of Vee's life. Despite the bruises and bandages, War couldn't wait to see what the night had in store.
The two arrived at Vee's penthouse on the 25th floor of a luxurious residence that screamed bachelor chic. The open-concept space was tastefully decorated, with sleek furniture, a minimalistic color palette, and a few quirky art pieces that gave it personality. The kitchen gleamed with stainless steel appliances, and the living room had a view that showcased the city skyline, making War feel like he'd stepped into a scene from a drama.
As War admired the view, he suddenly heard Vee's voice booming through the apartment.
"Zulu! Not my slippers again!" Vee's voice carried a mix of exasperation and affection. War turned to see Zulu, a moderately overweight Shiba Inu with a fluffy coat, watching from the kitchen, his expression perfectly innocent. In front of his hind legs lay Vee's right slipper, looking thoroughly chewed up and miserable.
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Alter
Fanfiction"I don't like your ending!" It was what Director Vivis said to the author and screenwriter War when they first talk about the new bl series they'd about to make. How can these two people with opposite ideologies fall in love when all they do is bic...
