Bieber's Bodyguard (boyxboy)

First Day

~ The next day ~

He opened the gate to let Michael into his property. Justin waved at him when he saw his car pulling up, and waited for his bodyguard to get out of the car.

"Heyy"

"Hey, Justin! Glad to see you again"

Justin pulled him in for a hug. The guard's black suit felt soft brushing up against Justin's shirtless muscular torso. As Justin hugged him, he noticed the bags in the backseat.

"I'll save the house tour for later, but I should probably show you your bedroom"

"That would be great", he said as he grabbed his bags of clothes. Justin grabbed a bag as well and Michael followed him into the house.

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Justin opened a door on the second floor and walked in. Michael looked around. The bedroom was big and it had a kingsized bed.

"Does everything look okay?"

"Yes, of course. It looks amazing, I wasn't expecting this to be honest"

Justin just smiled at him and placed the bag down on the floor. Michael did the same.

"I'm craving Starbucks right now"

"I could go get it for you, just let me know what you want"

"No, I'm sick of just being at home all day. I'll go with you. Then I can work-out afterwards", Justin says before heading to his bedroom to get changed. He put on a black hoodie and some baggy long workout-shorts.

They got into Michael's Tesla. Justin sat down in the front passenger seat and scrolled through Instagram. Michael put on one of Justin's old songs and smirked at the singer, who just playfully rolled his eyes in response and sighed.

They parked a few minutes away from a Starbucks. Michael got out of the car and opened the car door for Justin. When the Canadian got out of the car, he closed his eyes for a moment and tilting his head slightly up, loving the warm sunshine hitting his tanned face.

His bodyguard walked right behind him as they walked to Starbucks. Suddenly a pair of teenage-girls approached Justin, switching between crying and screaming his name. As they got closer, Justin stopped and Michael went in front of him to "shield" him from the girls while trying to get them to calm down and not draw more attention to them. Once they had stopped screaming, they asked Justin for autographs. Because neither Justin nor the girls had a pen on them, Michael gave Justin the one from his pocket.

"Where should I sign?"

One girl pulled up her sleeve and Justin wrote his name across her entire arm. She started crying in happiness.

"Can you do mine here?", the other girl said as she pulled down her crop-top a bit, partly revealing her boobs.

"How old are you?" Justin asked and smirked, not trying to catch a case.

"19"

"Fair enough", he said as he signed one of her boobs, adding a small heart at the end.

"Can we have a picture with you?"

"Sure"

One of the girls pulled out their phone and took a couple of pictures, while Justin held around them.

"Oh my god thank you so much, I love you!", they cried out.

"No problem, have a nice day"