Chapter 22

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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

   "who is in charge of the goods in the harbour?" Soraru asked, tapping his perfectly manicured fingers on the mahogany desk. His voice was soft, but it was as if he shouted. Everyone else was silent, looking at either sides, trying to identify the culprit.
   "identify yourself, before I find out myself," the raven-haired male snarled, pushing away from the table slightly for emphasis. No one stood up, and the lack of response fueled Soraru's already burning rage. He looked at Suzumu, whom nodded, and watched at his friend walked around the room, stopping at a middle-aged man who was sweating profusely.
"This is him," Suzumu stated, and the man turned towards him, shocked. "H-how do y-" "-put him in the basement," Soraru commanded, and two men grabbed at the man's arms. They paused for a second after subduing the man, and Soraru pulled out a gun, shooting at his leg and earning a screen from the man.
The two guards dragged him away, and Soraru dragged his eyes over the crowd. "Don't betray me, you get me? When I want you to work, don't go find sluts and strippers." Soraru sighed, keeping his gun back in the waistband of his jeans. "I don't want to kill any of you, you had been loyal, and I would hate to see your dead body on my hands," he purrs, and Suzumu smirked.
   The people in the room nodded and Soraru sat back down, legs crossed. "Who can replace that asshole?" He asked, and a man stepped out, his freshly dyed pink hair standing out among all the others.
   Soraru smirked and the man grinned. "It has been long," the man laughed in the dense atmosphere, oblivious. "It will be fun to track them down anyway, wanna join me, Soraru?" A smirk stretched out on Soraru's lips, and he stood, holding a hand up to adjourn the meeting.
   He meets the man's eyes, and inclined his head. "I would love to, Nqrse," he purrs in response, before walking out of the room.

*°*°*

Next morning, Mafu walked into the company only to see Soraru sitting on his desk. He rolled his eyes, stalking to the desk and folded his arms. "You're sitting on my workdesk, Soraru-san," he huffed, and Soraru chuckled. "C'mon, baby, you angry?" He relaxed, and the albino scoffed. "Who will ever be angry?" He asked, and Soraru just laughed. "You. Your expression gave you away," he says.
"Mafu, you free tonight?" He asked, and the albino lifted a shoulder up. "Maybe," he conceded, and Soraru grins. "Let me take you to dinner." Mafu's eyes widened. "Real-" "really. I'll pick you up when you finished work." Soraru flashed him a smirk, and Mafu could not stop the blush from spreading on his cheeks. "S sure-" he mumbled.

"It's a date then."

/N : CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW LIT IS MAFU'S MV BC I DIED BITCHES LIKE GODDAMNIT I WAS GASPING FOR AIR LIKE A DEAD FISH THE ENTIREEEE TIME SOMEONE SAVE MY DIRTY ASS IM JUST SO SPEECHLESS

RIP ARU

-aru