In Control

九

[09]

Daylight was running out the door when they finished the shoot, unsurprisingly all of their energy were drained faster than the battery of an off brand cellular phone.

It was already their fourth day (Monday) and they weren't even halfway done, normally it would take only two days but he wasn't complaining about it though, he got to see Amatsuki in all sorts of outfits, may be it cutesy or exposing.

Like the skimpy black crop top, denim blue booty shorts with black fishnet stockings and hot red strappy open toe stiletto heels, mind you it took five cakes and fries to convince him to wear that and frankly saying he looked delicious in kashitaro's point of view.

At around five thirty in the afternoon, he safetly arrived home. Collapsing under the soft fluffiness of his bed, fully changed into his pajamas and his phone on his hand.

"Kaaaashi, Dinner'll be done in fifteen!" Sakata called behind his door after he knocked, Kashitaro only groaned in reply as he rolled over, laying on his stomach.

Quietly scrolling through two social media platforms called 'chirp' and 'Imagery'. Searching for a few good places around the city to shoot for his next client until an unknown number messaged.

He reluctantly opened the message as he was ninety-nine percent sure that it was just one of those spam messages about penis enlargement but the text said otherwise,

[Hey, good evening(?) Kashitato-san this is amatsuki, Nqrse gave me your number and I'm wondering if you're free this weekend.]

The brunette stared at his phone, rereading the message over and over again, it felt unreal that the one person he found slightly attractive messaged him. Glancing over the calendar that hung above his desk, checking all his schedule this week and as if the heavens had planned it, he had nothing on Friday and Saturday.

[Good evening to you too Ama, or can I call you that? And yes I am free this weekend, do you have anything planned?]

He replied, awkward on how would the other respond. After a few seconds, he had a reply.

[Yes you can call me Ama. Im asking you out for dinner at seven on Saturday.]

As Kashitaro received the message, his face almost instantly blew up in bright red at the other males' pure bluntness, dropping his phone on his side as he tuck his face on the pillow in front of him before screeching like a fangirl on weed but was interrupted when another message was sent.

[It's alright if you decline]

And at that moment Kashitaro had never ever in his life typed and sent a reply faster than Nqrse rapping with helium,

[I would love to, should I pick you up at 6:30? Or...]

Amatsuki's reply was,

[Sure 6:30 sounds nice, I'll send you my address tomorrow morning since I'll head to be now, good night]

And with that their conversation ended with Sakata barging through the door and dragged the brunette downstairs for dinner.

Five males sat around the white marble table eating smoked salmon with rice and hot wasabi, howbeit mafumafu was the only one to stand it. He's a masochist, soraru once stated and the silver haired didn't even deny it and the others just accepted that fact unspokenly.

After dinner, Kashitaro, Sakata and Urata bee lined back to their rooms to either study or sleep as soraru and mafumafu got ready for work.

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"Why in heavens fuckery did you do that?!" Amatsuki yelled as his face turned pink in embarrassment at the earlier conversation with his photographer, partially livid at the pink haired, his phone sat on the side of his coffee table.

Nqrse laid back briefly switching through channels. "You're lonely" He replied not batting an eye, "Well that doesn't mean you get to set me up on a date with like the most handsome guy with the prettiest eyes in the world?!?!" He reasoned.

"And besides, he's probably the most straightest pole out there" The brunette added, flailing his arms around in panic.

The other male only sighed and responded, "Calm your yet to be tainted ass Amatsuki, he's Pan".

"Yeah so?! What If he finds out that I'm not what he thinks? What if he find out that I'm just a murderer undercover? What would I do then?!" At this rate Amatsuki is already starting to panic and drown in anxiousness.

"Then stop murdering people and change for the better" said Nqrse as he abandoned the TV and focused on his friend.

"I can't just do that!".

"Why not?!"

"Because I just can't!"

"Then try! Try talking to him and get to know the guy, if you don't like him then you're free to tell him that you don't!"

Silence filled the room, building up tension that wouldn't go away until one of them decides to back down. A few more minutes, their breathes and the faint sound of the television faded in the background as Amatsuki thought about it.

"Fine...I'll try" He decides.

"but if I don't like it I get to kill him".

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I need everyone's thoughts and criticism  about the story so far.

PS. This was a total nightmare to write and edit.