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》05《 Weakness

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▂▃▅▆▇ 05 - Weakness ▇▆▅▃▂

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"Gun !!" Plan's annoyed voice suddenly cried, turning sharply to the redhead with an accusing look.

"What ?" Gun replied in the same dismayed tone mixed with weariness.

The music of the instruments suddenly stopped and plunged the studio into a heavy silence. Perth let out a sigh of exasperation and fatigue as Title just readjusted his instrument, not being satisfied with the sound it was producing.

Gun found himself alone to face an upturned elder who pouted disapprovingly.

"You've been in the clouds for some time ! You'll have to take you back because it's not going right", he cut off harshly in a voice that denounced the disappearance of his patience.

Exhausted, Gun let out a bitter sigh, refraining from rolling his eyes at the sky. His mood was terrible and nothing seemed to succeed in holding his attention or alleviating his state of mind. And this shameless, and sometimes insolent attitude, aroused the wrath of his manager and the irritation of his comrades.

As it was now from the disapproving looks they were directing at him.

"Ok, no need to raise your voice", Gun growled in a low voice to avoid adding fuel to the fire.

No need to add more annoyance to the list of his torments. It was getting longer every day, to his dismay, without him being able to react or do anything. His mind had started to heat up and eventually boil with a dull anger that he was struggling to control to his own surprise.

But no one was responsible for his worries. Not even the main one concerned.

Gun could only blame himself for letting his guard down and allowing himself to be touched by a certain actor with a devastating smile. He knew it. He was no longer an ignorant and naive kid. Falling that low was really not true to what he truly was. But his annoyance was too heavy to be contained.

Nevertheless, Gun forced himself to adjust his facial features to soften the mood of his companions by offering them an apology in a low voice.

It had been several days since the redhead had been plagued by negative emotions that weighed on his conscience. Since that famous day when his junior had dump him after having given him a date himself. And although it was absurd and there was nothing to make a big deal out of it, Gun couldn't calm his bitterness and resentment.

From that day forward, he filtered the messages that Mark sent him, avoided his calls and managed not to cross his path when possible. In the end, he had not been in contact with the dark haired boy for a week. And this initiative was straining his nerves and required a lot of energy. Mark was tenacious. As evidenced by the many unanswered messages on his phone.