Personal Manager

10 - Do I have any rights?

 

The tall man looked flustered when he realised the other man was actually Kel's younger brother. His thoughts had already run wild since hearing the groans, and when he saw them tending to each other's wounds, he assumed they must be special or something like that. Now, the most important thing was to pull himself together and stop overthinking; he was completely losing face.

 

"Be quiet!" The slender figure said in a small, teasing voice.

 

"Sleepy," but Gun dodged the question, refusing to make eye contact.

 

"If you're going to sleep in my room often like this, you'll have to bring your clothes."

 

"I saw a lot of oversized shirts." This morning, he had surveyed the closet and found that some of them definitely didn't belong to Kel. This raised a question. So many things played on Gun’s mind, but he ignored them all day.

 

"It's my ex-boyfriend's," the shorter person said.

 

"..." Gun immediately looked at the speaker's face before sighing. Whenever Kel mentioned his ex-boyfriend, Gun always felt like he didn't want to keep the conversation going. He was extremely frustrated and displeased.

 

"Just kidding, it's Pao's."

 

"It doesn't matter whose it is."

 

"Really? I thought you wanted to know," he said, walking closer before crossing his arms and leaning against the table, his slender legs crossed, immediately drawing the attention of the person sitting at the end of the bed to look down. Kel's shorts, above his knees, were very alluring. Gun’s eyes were captivated by the smooth, white skin of Kel’s thighs, tracing down to his ankles...

 

"What are you looking at?" The voice 

snapped the young model out of his thoughts.

 

"You're trying to provoke me, aren't you?"

 

"N-no, not at all," he stammered, instantly feeling flustered when he saw Gun swallow hard and stare at him intently, as if he wanted to kill him.

 

"Do you want to be unable to walk by wearing something so short?" he asked sternly, his gaze shifting up to his flawless face. He had to admit, the petite manager had an incredibly cute face; every feature was perfectly proportioned. And let me say again, he loved those sweet eyes the most. Especially when he smiled, his eyes would smile too. He also loved his small lips; he felt like biting them to teach him a lesson for his disobedience.

 

Here we go again.

 

"I usually dress like this anyway," Kel said, trying to regain his confidence in a situation where he felt like he was about to be devoured.

 

"Really? So I'm the abnormal one then?" He went on and on, not giving the other person a chance to retort.

 

"What's up, pussy?"

 

A sweet smile played on his face as it was his turn. His beautiful eyes sent a fearless, seductive look, and he bit his lower lip, just as he liked to. He did it every time. After a while, he walked over to the young model and stopped standing right in front of him, at very close range.

 

"What's so unusual about it?" Not only did he ask, but he also tilted his head slightly, making Gun want to spank him even more. Why was he making such a stubborn face?

 

"Want to know?" Gun smirked, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs apart as if sending a message. It's a signal indicating something.

 

"..." Kel unconsciously swallowed, gazing at the long legs clad in dark jeans. Even though he was fully clothed, Kel knew...He's seen Gun's muscles before.

 

"Come sit down, so you'll see how unusual it is." He said this while looking down at his lap. He wasn't exaggerating when he said that Gun knew him best, like he was reading his mind. How did he know what he wanted? Sitting on his lap, would he know that I want to be hugged and kissed too?

 

"Do you think I want to sit on your lap, Gun?" He pretended not to care.

 

Upon hearing this, the listener felt an urge to confront the person directly. The words and phrases were so suggestive and provocative that they were incredibly irritating.

 

*Grab!*

 

"Ah!"

Gun pulled the slender waist onto his lap before hugging him tightly, not letting him escape. The thin shorts the petite Kel was wearing affected Gun; Kel’s buttocks felt like they were rubbing against something.

 

"Do you know how hard it is?" A deep voice whispered close to Kel’s ear, sending shivers down his spine, but the smaller man was determined not to let the other see his reaction.

 

"Oh, so this hardness is because of these jeans?" After saying that, Kel deliberately ground his buttocks back and forth a few times to test it.

 

"Hmm..." Gun didn't answer, but there was a groan.

 

He felt an urge to tie the small body up. Who else would sit there, grinding against his groin like that? And the slow, slender movements of his waist only intensified it. Creating an even stronger emotional impact.

 

"It's better if I don't play anymore. I'm afraid I'll lose my virginity a second time." The tone was so sarcastic and irritating. Kel stopped because he knew what that hard thing was.

 

The young model glared at the shorter person who had moved away from him with a reproachful look. "You've made me so angry, and you think you can run away? Dream on."

 

*Grab!*

Once again, he pulled Kel closer, but this time he fell on top of him completely. His strong arms once again embraced his slender waist. Their faces were almost touching.

 

"L-let go!"

 

"I'm not letting go," the tall man grinned.

 

"Am I not heavy?" the slender lips asked in a faint voice, trying not to lose control, but he couldn't.

 

"No," Gun answered confidently.

"Okay, then don't complain." From simply falling on top of him, the smaller person had now climbed up and was straddling the young model. Kel lifted his arms and put them around the other person's neck, making a playful, flirtatious face that was begging to be teased.

 

"You're not allowed to get off anymore."

 

"I hope you get a cramp," Kel said sarcastically out of annoyance. He wanted me to sit, and he'd sit until I couldn't stand it anymore, just you wait.

 

Ting dong!

Kel's cell phone notification rang, but it was in his pants pocket. As he was about to reach for it, he stopped short. Gun snatched it away right before his eyes, and in that moment, his thick hand reached in and caressed his leg.

 

"Mind," Gun read the name that appeared on the screen without permission.

 

"Give it to P."

 

"Mind really wants to see you. He really wants you to come," the deep voice continued reading.

 

"I already refused, saying I wouldn't be going out today," the petite figure said, deep in thought.

 

"Why?" Gun gazed deeply into those eyes, and Kel stared back before leaning his face closer.

 

"I want to stay in the room. I want to stay like this," the teasing man said softly, his slender lips brushing against Gun's cheek.

 

Ringgg...

Then the ringtone sounded, causing Kel to move his face back to its original position. If he were to ask for the phone back, he thought the other person would definitely not give it to him.

 

"You called. Can't you wait a little longer?" Gun said, looking annoyed.

 

"Give it to me quickly," he tried asking again.

 

"no"

 

"Now, my good boy. If you're not good, you won't get to see my mom," he said in a sweet voice, as if coaxing a five-year-old child.

 

"I won't let you talk to him."

 

As soon as he finished speaking, Gun kissed Kel. He would continue kissing him until the incoming call stopped. He wouldn't let him talk to anyone at this time. Kel, caught off guard by the sudden attack, was slightly confused but didn't resist. In fact, he reciprocated with relish. Their skilful tongues intertwined, neither willing to give way. The exchange of sweetness, combined with their bodies pressing together intensely, only heightened their sensual feelings. Both of them felt a throbbing sensation throughout their bodies.

 

"um..."

The cell phone went silent, but Gun still wouldn't pull his lips away, causing Kel to have trouble breathing. His small fists pounded against his chest. He pressed hard a few times in protest, trying to get him to stop, and it worked. Gun pulled his face away and looked at the bright red lips.

 

"Hmph, I can't breathe! Were you trying to kill me?" the shorter man asked, gasping for air. He thought he was a great kisser. One is okay, but still not as good as the other.

 

"How close are you to him?" Gun wasn't interested in anything else; he only wanted to know this.

 

"Huh?"

 

"With Mind."

 

"Well, Mind was the one who pursued me, and I didn't refuse," Kel said truthfully.

 

"What have you done with him?"

 

"Gun is my first," he answered, avoiding the question and smiling casually, unlike Gun, who looked completely flustered.

 

"No, what's the maximum extent of what you’ve gone through with him?" From the picture Mind sent that day, it wasn't hard to guess what would happen next. But then I found out that Kel had never had Sex, so he wanted to know what happened that day. He was incredibly confused.

 

"A kiss." Short but meaningful.

 

Since birth, Kel has only ever kissed his first boyfriend, Ohm, and also had a relationship with Mind due to circumstances, but he’s still confused as to why he never actually had sex with Mind. Now, with the model standing in front of him, just one kiss made him want to undress completely. His body willingly submitted for no reason.

 

"Did you help him?" Gun pressed on.

 

"Never, just almost."

 

"Do you like him?" His voice softened.

 

"Hey, kid, you're asking too many questions," a slender hand gently stroked the back of Gun's neck.

 

"Do I have the right to ask?" Wow! He looks so adorable when he makes that dejected face. That perfect face is overflowing with charm. No matter how many times you look at him, you never get bored. It's no wonder that Gun is a top model in the industry.

 

"And what about me? Do I have any rights... over Gun?"

 

"Is this already causing you so much trouble?" Seeing the other person remain silent, Kel immediately started complaining.

 

"I'm not bothered at all. You have the right to ask me about my life. You can ask whatever you want to know."

 

"You have three rights, and do you also have the right to be possessive?" A smile bloomed on the sweet face again, very pleased with the answer. At least he did.

Gun is possessive of Kel, and Kel has the right to be possessive of Gun.

 

"Do I still need to answer?" Given how irritated Gun has been all day, if that's not possessiveness, then what is? Therefore... if...

 

Oh..." The short person dragged out the sound before narrowing their eyes.

"what"

"Okay, then let me ask you, is Darin beautiful? I've asked this before, but I want to hear it again."

 

"Beautiful," Gun answered exactly the same way as always.

 

"Oh... My heart can't handle something like this," Kel said, looking like he was about to cry.

 

"You're beautiful too, what are you afraid of?" He said what he saw. If someone is beautiful, they'll say so.

 

"Hmph!"

 

"We've gone off-topic quite a bit. I still want to know if you like Mind or not," the young model asked the same question again, hoping this time to get a satisfactory answer.

 

"I don't like her yet. At first, I decided to talk to her because I thought I might like her in the future. But it's turned out well. Mind is so accommodating to me."

"But I like to defy my older sibling." A comparison to himself immediately arose.

 

".."

 

"I'm possessive." When he's blunt, he's irresistibly direct. The little one's heart starts beating irregularly. If you were to measure the intensity of the tremor, you'd have to measure it in Richter scale, because it's so intense, like an earthquake happening right in your chest.

 

"Really?" he asked in return, blushing slightly before speaking less.

 

"He holds my hand often. Why does he have to be so touchy-feely?" Kel says he doesn't like him, but his actions contradict his words. he lets him flirt and hold his hand, but...Didn't you think that?

 

"We did it too. And do we like it?"

 

"..." Gun remained silent, even though he knew the answer in his heart. His feelings had been clear all day.

 

"Why should I care? Gun gets so much more than him." Kel's body belonged to Gun, and his heart was leaning towards him more and more.

 

"I want to go to P'Mind's pub," Gun suddenly blurted out. "Where?"

"Wait a minute," the slender figure said, immediately confused.

 

"I don't want to ask you anymore. I want to see for myself what you're like when you're with him. What does it mean when you say you don't like him yet?"

 

"Is it that bad? Are you trying to find fault with me?"

 

"I know I have no right," because they're not anything to each other.

 

"Yes, I've already given you the right," the slender figure replied instantly. Gun gazed into her sweet eyes and knew Kel was telling the truth.

 

"Okay then, let's go. We'll split up." She really wanted to go, even though she hadn't wanted Kel to go on the trip before.

 

"Oh, so you want to pretend we're just personal manager and model, huh? Afraid people will find out?"

 

"So what are we? Are we more than that?" His dark eyebrows raised in question, making the other person realise they were the one who had let it slip.

 

"Uh..." He shouldn't have said that. It sounded like he wanted a higher status than he currently had. He needs to tell himself he shouldn't say that ten times.

 

"Please, go," the big man pleaded.

 

"Do you really want to see me with Mind that much?"

 

"Maybe he wants to test my patience, and also test my own character," Gun realised he was very confused. He admitted that he was possessive of Kel. He wanted to know whether what the other person said was true.

 

"..." The short person looked thoughtful.

 

"Na"

"Okay then. If tonight passes, you'll understand your own feelings better, right? Whether you just like me casually, or you're obsessed with me. Hehe." A wicked smile appeared on his face.

 

"Don't be stubborn!" The thick hand squeezed the smooth thigh as a warning not to make that face.

 

"I wasn't being disobedient at all."

 

"Tin says I'm head over heels in love," my friend's words suddenly flashed through my mind.

 

"I wish someone would be madly in love with me. Then, when I'm naughty, I'd get severely punished," Kel said, laughing.

 

"I can be very fierce when I get jealous," he said in a stern voice, his face serious.

 

"Oh, kid, I'm so scared," the small figure pretended to be frightened, even burying their sweet face against the broad chest. Gun wanted to go crazy at this behaviour.

This pleading, even though she knows it's all an act, why would someone like Kel be afraid of such words?

 

"You'll find out soon."

 

"Speak slowly and calmly," the petite manager said, pulling her face away.

 

"Actually, I'm not that impatient."

 

"Really?"

 

"But if you hug him tonight, I'll go crazy." Just thinking about it, I already know the outcome.

 

"Are you still going to leave? I already like you so much. What else do you want to test my patience for?" Kel smiled knowingly.

 

"I just want to see how wide your smile will be when you're with him, with the person you say spoils you so much."

 

"As for those who like to defy me, I definitely won't smile at them."

 

"..." Gun immediately fell silent.

 

"Just moan and groan," that's what Kel continued. Is there anything more mischievous than this? She's so good at flirting and sending seductive glances.

 

"...His patience was wearing thin."

 

"I was just joking. Don't make that angry face. And what's wrong today that you're acting like this?" Gun expresses his feelings more through actions than words.

 

"I like you, believe it or not." He initially didn't want to say it, but she's getting cuter every second. How could he resist?

 

"..." I'm embarrassed.

 

kiss!

"I like Gun too. Actually, there's no need for any tests. Compared to Mind, Gun is way ahead in points," Kel said, kissing Gun on the lips.

Like, when a guy wants to confess his feelings, he often waits a long time before the other person speaks.

 

"Is that enough for me to eat you again?" he said, then moved his mouth closer.

 

"Calm down first."

 

Hurry!

 

"Ah!"

 

Without hesitation, the large man grabbed the person on his lap, flipped them over onto the bed, and then straddled them completely.

 

"I want to eat," he reiterated his request.

 

"But I'm still hurting," he said, his actions contradictory. He spoke as if he didn't want to give up, yet his slender hand began to caress Gun’s large arm, moving downwards up to his muscular chest.

 

"Then why are you provoking me?"

"..." Kel bit his lip again. This is clearly a sign of someone inviting someone else.

 

"I'm emotional," Gun said frankly.

 

"I have too, but it still hurts." It's not like the shorter person was indifferent. Talking for so long in that intimate position, sitting astride the other's lap, who could resist?

 

"What do you want me to do? I want..."

 

"You're addicted to my body, I can tell," the cute face smiled mischievously with satisfaction.

 

"Yes, I don't disagree."

 

"Ah... so, can we just help each other out then? When I'm feeling better, then you can be rough with me, Gun." Every word spoken was incredibly arousing to the listener.

And Gun promises right here, and now that next time it won't just be one time. His large hand moved down to caress Kel’s shapely hips before beginning to stroke and caress them all over, while his mouth continued to kiss him passionately, his breath filled with intense pleasure and desire.

 

Loud music blasted inside a luxurious pub in the heart of the city. Hundreds of people were dancing and packed together. Gun walked into the VIP section where he had arranged to meet Man. An hour ago, he didn't intend to come here to drink. He just wanted to catch the stubborn cat that said it liked him, just like he had confessed.

 

Scanning the area for the short manager, he finally spotted Man sitting in the group. As soon as Man saw Gun, he beckoned him over. The tall man walked towards his friend, but his gaze remained fixed on the person sitting next to the pub owner. It was exactly as he had predicted. He was already starting to get irritated, especially since he was the one who said he wanted to see it for himself.

 

‘Kel said he didn't like him, so why did he sit next to him!’

 

 The thought raced through my head, but all I could do was smile and greet everyone.

 

"Gun, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" a sweet voice asked, even though they had actually planned to meet. They were even talking about it while they were in bed. What time did you arrive here?

 

"I'm here to see Man."

 

"Sit properly," Mind looked at her with a strange expression, as if she wasn't pleased.

 

"Hey Gun, you didn't tell me that P'Gail is your personal manager!" Man had only just found out a few minutes ago when he told his older brother about Gun.

Coming soon.

 

"Sorry, but now you know."

 

"Flower delivery," a polite voice interrupted the conversation. Everyone looked in that direction and was surprised to see a large bouquet of flowers.

 

"Wow! That's really too much, Mind!" Mind's friend teased.

 

"Really, P' (Brother/Sir)? I thought you were joking," Man asked excitedly.

 

"It's for Kel," Mind whispered to the person next to her.

 

"What?" the short person asked immediately.

 

"When P'Kel called to say he was coming to the shop tonight, my brother said he'd order flowers for him. Who knows... he might ask him out today," Man said with a mischievous big smile.