𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 ➛ ryusae

chpt 32 ➛ sae

Sae stood in front of the hotel mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his black button-up with the practiced ease of someone who had done this too many times before. The fabric was smooth, perfectly tailored to his frame, exuding quiet luxury. The top two buttons were left undone, just enough to maintain that effortless edge he always carried.

His black designer trousers sat snug against his waist, the material draping elegantly down to his polished leather shoes. Every detail was sharp, refined—practical, yet undeniably high-end. He never put excessive thought into his outfits, yet everything he wore always looked meticulously put together. It was just second nature.

Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed his Prada sunglasses, holding them between his fingers as he cast a brief glance at his phone to see if Shidou had sent any updates on his brothers and Isagi's situation

None yet.

With a slow inhale, Sae slid the sunglasses onto his head. Then, with a final glance in the mirror—just to ensure everything was as it should be—he turned on his heel and exited his hotel room.

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The moment he stepped into the reception area, his agent was already waiting, phone in hand, dressed in an understated but crisp suit. Sae barely slowed his stride as he approached.

Even before reaching the doors, he could already see them—the paparazzi.

They were scattered outside the hotel entrance, cameras slung around their necks, lenses pointed eagerly towards the revolving doors, waiting like vultures. Some were pretending to be checking their phones, while others had already spotted him through the glass, eyes lighting up in anticipation.

Sae exhaled sharply through his nose, the sight alone enough to make his patience dwindle. Without a word, he reached up and flicked his sunglasses down properly over his eyes, shielding himself from the millions of flashes being thrown at him. He wasn't in the mood for this. 

Then again, when was he ever in the mood for this.

His agent, sensing his irritation, didn't comment—just gave a slight nod of acknowledgment as they fell into step beside each other.

Sae spoke first, his voice even but laced with that usual cool disinterest.

"So? What's the occasion?"

His agent barely glanced up from his phone, still typing something out as he responded.

"Nothing dramatic. Just a discussion—some technical stuff with the higher-ups."

Sae's brow twitched slightly.

Technical stuff.

Which meant another evening of listening to club executives ramble on about strategy, sponsorships, and whatever tedious internal matters they felt obligated to loop him into. Not exactly his idea of an enjoyable dinner, but at the very least, it wasn't anything political or contractual.

Still, there was one thing he needed to ask—one thing he was praying wouldn't be part of tonight's agenda.

Without shifting his tone, he asked, "Luna's not going to be there, is he?"

His agent barely hesitated before responding. "No, he won't be able to make it."

The massive sigh of relief that left Sae's lips was instantaneous.

It was probably the most emotion he had shown in all his time in Spain.

His agent actually chuckled at that, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone. "Wow. You really can't stand him, huh?"