sorry not sorry ; muke af

six

"mr. hood will be here soon, though. you sure you don't want to change that god awful pink salmon polo shirt?" ashton irwin had said that for at least ten times today, making luke hemmings wanted to tear all of his hair apart.

"i'll be fine. thank you for your consideration, ash."

"well, i have a-"

luke interrupted, "- spare shirt. i know."

see, they've already had this conversation for about ten times today and luke had it. he did like the way ashton care about him, but this is just overwhelmed him, you know?

"wow, okay sherlock," ashton chuckled, "but seriously he'll be here soon. let's go downstairs."

and luke rolled his eyes for at least the tenth time today.

waiting for your son's boss is unpleasant, in luke hemmings' opinion. they had to stand along in the corridor and greet him themselves with the fakest smiles they had.

when calum hood arrived, the employees didn't expect there would be another guest.

so when luke hemmings saw a red haired guy walk beside calum hood's closely, he gasped. literally.

it was like at the club all over again, you know? luke saw michael clifford with a tan bulky man (who is also his future boss) closely beside him.

and guess what? luke was still mesmerized by him,

for the second time.

the couple walked down the corridor with big smiles, their hands seemed to wave endlessly at luke's colleagues.

"hello mr. hood" they said.

guess what luke said to the couple?

"hello mr. hood, michael." with a genuine smile on his face, happy to see michael clifford once again.

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-bia