Chapter Twenty-four

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Gun viciously glanced at the man behind the wheel. After the incident earlier, Off just dragged him into the car despite all his protests.

"This is kidnapping," he said trying to break that awkward silence between them as they set out into the night with him not knowing where he'd be taken.

But Off just smiled at him. They'd been driving for more than an hour. He looked outside to know where they were heading and he was surprised to see that they were going out of the city.

"So where are you really taking me?"

He should have been frantic considering the situation he was in. But for some reason he found himself trusting Off.

"Somewhere with only the two of us," Off answered before stepping on the gas.

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Gun woke up to the sound of the waves and chirping of the birds. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled as he thought of that familiar scene that happened long ago by the beach. He looked at Off who was still sleeping next to him. As much as he wanted to deny his remaining feelings for him, he couldn't lie to himself.

Yes, he was hurt to the point he thought he'd no longer be able to move on. But when he saw Off's face again after so many years, he couldn't deny that he fell for him all over again. Or did he even stop loving him?

And as he settled on his seat, looking at the only person he'd loved in his lifetime, he couldn't help but wonder what their lives could have been if they were able to save their relationship.

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5 years ago. Sometime in August.

Gun puffed a huge amount of air as he looked at the application letter he had printed for the nth time.

He had been rejected...again.

He never knew that looking for an actual job would be this hard.

He then dialed Off's number but was only greeted by the operator saying the number was unattended.

They were supposed to look for a job together since Off didn't really want to work in their family's company as he wanted to be independent but he was suddenly summoned by his mother.

To: Love
Didn't get the job. Call me if you're free to talk.

He plopped on the chair and opened his laptop. He stared at the script he started writing out of boredom last night.

He sighed and continued writing it. Maybe he'd try his luck and make good use of the ideas that were flooding his mind.

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He stared at his phone for the nth time as he lied down in his bed. It had been five days since Off went home and he'd been unreachable ever since. He was starting to get worried but then he remembered the situation they were in.

What if he is actually preparing for his wedding with Mild?

Are they choosing motif for the wedding?

Are they tasting cakes?

Are they choosing rings?

Are they trying on their wedding dress and suits?

All these thoughts ran in his mind as he stared at the ceiling of his room and he couldn't help but get worried.... and nervous.

*Beep*

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