A trip of a lifetime... A whirlwind full of unresolved emotions. And a roller coaster-bonded relationship. Advice from the professionals are 'Keep work and your private life separate', but is there a help guide for an irredeemable past?
"Brianós, I know we met this morning to talk about things. I know you're mad at me, but before I leave next week, I hope we can go out for some food." I rubbed the big hunk's shoulder. FYI he wasn't talking to me, but I had to see him. I understood why he was mad, because he'd miss me and my departure would be quick.
"Miss I must inform you again, you're not supposed to be disrupting the employees." A woman said in a sweet, but whiny voice. I ignored.
"Brianós, please don't be like this." I frowned, sadly.
"Excuse me ma'am, but if you are no longer an employee, you cannot be in here." The women continued to nag.
"You should go." Brianós said in a sharp, blunt tone. I knew he was upset, but what doesn't he understand?
I left. Whilst in the bloody lobby of the building, I called Joe as it was his day off. He was outside within the next ten minutes. For our security Jonny and Joe's friend, Tek-Su, who was the kpop agent guy- who's name I kept forgetting- was temporarily plugging us up with security. We were looked after, for now- but the company Tek-Su was working at wasn't really having it. Bringing this unwanted drama to them would drive clients away, plus we weren't paying and we were not in the kpop industry. In other words Tek-Su's bosses were reluctant to help. However, from what I was told Tek-Su lied to the company and told them the twins were his close cousins.
"I got some McDonalds." Joe passed me bags of food and pointed towards the drinks in the drink holder.
"Thanks baby. And damn boy you look cute! Why?" I eyed him suspiciously as I strapped myself in.
Joe wore: a neon green beanie- with a black logo, black pocket jumper and a white shirt, high waisted black ripped jeans (not fitted)- with a thick black buckle belt, black lipstick coated in clear gloss, rings on all his fingers -surprised he still had a good circulation, and heeled boots in black with neon green laces - they almost looked like Doc Martins.
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He looked cute alright, but the black flare wasn't like him. He liked bright colours like ALL the time. He didn't neglect his cute brown bear airpods and his rainbow unicorn phone case, though.
"No one." He smiled.
"Lying bitch." I grabbed a handful of fries.
"I'm not! I just wanted to take pictures so... leave me alone." He laughed, clearly hiding something.
"Hmm." I I shook my head. "Joe, I hope you're not trying to impress my brother." I laughed and he swerved the car.
"What?!" He gave me crazy eyes as if I was ludicrous and made him swerve. He then began talking in English. "Your bruther not gay. I no like dark man. Me, your bruther no no." He tried his best. "Don't laugh at me bitch!" He chuckled in korean.
