【♥】Reαsons To Love【♥】➳「 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗚𝘂𝗻 」ENG

》03《 Vulnerable Heart

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▂▃▅▆▇ 03 - Vulnerable Heart ▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ

The musical instruments resounded in unison, mingling dynamically in a fast and rhythmic rhythm. One of the band's singers gave his voice to accompany the catchy melody that echoed on the walls of the rehearsal studio, while the other members let themselves be transported by the decadent atmosphere they had created.

In front of them, the agent of the group Tempt observed the rehearsals with a concentrated air, analyzing the slightest false note in order to guide his proteges as well as possible. Sweat beaded their foreheads as they used all their energy and concentration in preparing for their future performances.

Gun's expert fingers effectively and professionally strummed the strings of his bass while listening attentively to the cadence of their combined instruments. The result was not bad but they still had work to do if they wanted to be ready to play this piece on a stage.

The last notes were played and were lost in the air. The last note of the bass lingered in the room and Gun smirked as their agent clapped with satisfaction.

"Perfect, boys. It's over for today, it was a good job", congratulated the man in the tailored suit with a stern but fair expression. "Plan and Perth, don't forget your interview with the magazine. I count on you to be on time !"

The two concerned nodded distractedly while putting away their instruments and accessories. All the tension that had built up during the hours of rehearsals suddenly subsided to give way to a lighter mood for most of the band members.

For his part, Gun, lost in thought, didn't participate in the conversation between his companions around their performances and what they needed to improve for the next time. His attention was turned to his phone. Precisely on the notifications that had not stopped scrolling in the last few hours. Fortunately he had had the decency to mute the sound. Otherwise, he would have been entitled to the disapproving looks of his companions and his manager. His distracted mind was already making him make some rhythm errors. Needless to add a lack of seriousness and professionalism.

Most of the messages were from Mark.

His junior, true to himself, was just trying to have news. And get some attention. Nothing in particular. Just kindness. Apart from the last message which asked him insistently : when can I see you ?

Gun pursed his lips in dismay, not knowing what to say. Nor if he had to answer. His intention is clearly to limit their meetings. And it isn't by responding to his demand for attention that he would succeed in his task.

Not that he didn't like the black haired guy. Their friendship was important to him. Mark was one of the people who knew him best and understood him well. They laughed a lot, joked with each other and sometimes even shared their doubts and fears. Gun's affection for his junior was not in doubt. It was quite the opposite, he even liked him a little too much. And that was the crux of the matter.