Personal Manager

3 - The talented manager

 

Gun stared at the small mouth that had been arguing incessantly for a long time, and he said those things only to make the listener lose confidence, not because he expected anything in return.

 

I would really kiss, I just don't like having my cigarettes snatched away, and I don't like my personal manager trying to stop me from doing this and that.

 

"Hmm, never mind," the tall man smirked.

 

"So, what do you want to smoke?" Kel actually heard everything clearly, but he froze, startled. He quickly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and tried to extinguish the fire.

 

Gun immediately frowned. Why would his personal manager dare to challenge him like this? If he threw away the cigarette, it meant there was only one option left...

 

The slender figure didn't wait for an answer. His small feet tiptoed up, pulling his handsome face down for a kiss. Kel was curious to see if the questioner was a good kisser. His slender tongue tried to slip into the model's lips, and it succeeded. Suddenly, he felt a little proud that Gun was so tall, but...He can reach up on tiptoe.

 

"Hmm..." At this moment, Gunapong's mind went blank. Kel was his personal manager, so they'd be together for a long time. And from now on, how would he look at him?

 

I don't know whether our faces are touching. But that was just a thought. The body reacted with a kiss in return, exchanging tongues without giving up. Gun admitted that Kel was a good kisser. Like someone with a wealth of experience, the way his small tongue flicked back and forth only made him want to do more than just kiss him.

 

Hey!

 

As quick as a thought, his thick hand moved up to grasp his slender waist, before he pushed his small back against the wall. There was no one walking by anyway. Stop! Just keep kissing like this. The passion is building up. Both of them know they're incredibly skilled at it.

 

"Hmm," neither of them gave in for a second.

"Is Gun smoking in the bathroom?" Someone is walking towards us.

 

"Probably, because I saw him walking this way," two familiar voices were talking before disappearing into the restroom.

 

Kel regained his composure before his small fist could pound against the strong chest once in protest, wanting him to stop. His friend's voice was so close. But Gun still didn't intend to stop kissing. Did he want other people to know?

 

"Hmm," Kel interrupted softly, causing the other person to pull away and look.

 

"That's enough. We've played enough." He raised his hand to wipe his mouth.

 

"Are you acting? Why is it so realistic?" Gun stared at the spot where he had just tasted something. The lips seemed swollen compared to the first time.

 

"I don't see anyone. I'm going to go check the front of the shop. I'm afraid he might be drunk and asleep." Now, both of them, in the dimly lit corner, listened silently to the conversation. They stared at each other intently, without blinking.

 

"Okay, then I'll wait at the table." And then the voices started to fade away.

 

"You get drunk and fall asleep? You have such a low tolerance for alcohol," Kel said with a smile.

 

"If I’m drunk and can't sleep, what should we do?" Gun asked, testing the waters. He knew for sure that Kel wasn't someone to be trifled with; he probably wasn't shy about taking him along.

 

"I don't know. Let go," but the shorter person deflected and tried to pry the octopus-like hands from their waist.

 

"If the person who walked in was Man's older brother, I might pull him away from here. He'd then know what it's like to be pursued like that," said the handsome face. He moved closer again until his sharp nose almost brushed against his smooth cheek.

 

"And how about you? Did you invite anyone ?...No." Kel shifted his face slightly, causing their noses to touch. [The incident...]

It all happened because Gun suggested it first.

 

"Hee," the tall man chuckled softly, about to kiss him again, but his face was pushed away.

 

"Are you hooked?"

 

"I'm not interested," Gun replied firmly, feeling displeased that the other person was acting like they were flirting, but still wouldn't let him kiss him. The sweet face wore a mischievous smile...People are savvy, and that just frustrates those watching.

 

"I have to go now."

 

"Yes," he wanted to continue, but didn't hold back.

 

The sweet-faced Kel nodded slightly before walking away, as if neither of them would back down, like they were competing in a test of patience. His sharp eyes followed the small figure until he disappeared from sight. His personal manager might not be good at taking care of others, but now he knew exactly what Kel was good at. 

 

Gun hurried after him, and by then, Man's older brothers had all come out. It seemed like things were getting lively in the pub; the music was louder than before, and some people were even getting up to dance.

 

"Where have you been? I was just about to call you," Ping asked.

 

"Gone to smoke"

 

He just replied to his friend, making him think he'd gone to smoke, but in reality, he'd been into other things too. He glanced towards the centre of the pub where the hosts' table was, and of course, his personal manager was there. Kel sat next to Mind, not paying any attention to him, or perhaps he’d forgotten what had just happened.

 

"Thank you, everyone, for celebrating the grand opening of my pub today. The pub will officially open tomorrow. Please come and support us! We have promotions for opening a new store."

 

Loud applause and murmurs erupted after Mind finished speaking. At that moment, the talented manager turned his way, and even someone like Gun, who had been watching constantly, didn't miss the chance to make eye contact.

 

"Cheers! Let's drink like crazy!" Man said, extending his glass to clink with his. That made him avert his gaze from the sweet face and focus on his friend.

Over time, Gun drank a lot, and the more he thought about his personal manager, the less he understood him. That manager was incredibly good at flirting! When those alluring eyes looked at me, and he made a seductive face, I wanted to devour him so badly.

 

"Hey, are you drunk?" Tin asked when he saw Gun slumped face down on the table.

 

"I have a headache."

 

"Of course. Look at how you're drinking. Soon, mixers won't even be necessary," Ping interjected.

 

"Man, take me to say goodbye to your brother. I'm going home now." It was only eleven o'clock at night. This was the first time he was leaving before his friends, because he wanted to say goodbye to Man's brother. The first reason was to find out if Kel was drunk yet.

 

"Are you sure you can drive yourself back?" Man asked.

 

"Yeah, it has to be." Actually, I wasn't that drunk. I could still understand every sentence and respond to it. I just had a headache.

 

"I'll give you a ride. I'm going home anyway," Tin said.

 

"Someone like you, whose wife has a deadline, doesn't have to go through any trouble."

 

"You bastard," it was true. Tin couldn't argue with that.

 

"Then I'll give you a ride," Ping said again. How could he not be worried, seeing his condition?

 

"No need, you bastard. I'll go back myself. Just take me to say goodbye to your brother and drop me off in front of the shop, that's enough."

 

"See, whenever you get drunk, you're always like this. You don't want anyone."

 

"Who do you want me to choose?"

 

"This is a completely different issue," Man wanted to hit him over the head. He was still playing this game.

 

"I can go back by myself."

 

"Okay, then get up," Man helped Gun to his feet.

 

"No, no," he raised his hand to stop Tin from grabbing him by the other arm.

 

"You did a good job."

 

Man led Gun to his brother's table. The table was packed with people notorious for their illegal activities. Gun didn't know Kel was there.

 

How did he get to know Man's brother, and did he know that someone in here did drugs? 

 

"Brother, Gun is leaving," Man interrupted when he reached his brother's table, instantly silencing the boisterous laughter of the gang. Everyone looked at the two of them, including the shorter one.

 

"I can't do it, P'. I'm going home," Gun said, raising his hand to his forehead.

 

"You can sleep here, you know. There are bedrooms upstairs," Mind said, sounding concerned.

 

"It's alright," but Gun refused.

 

"That's how he is when he's drunk, man. He won't let me take him home. I don't even know if he can drive himself," Man grumbled again.

 

"Hey kid, driving while drunk is dangerous," Mind's friend warned him.

 

"It's alright, P', I drive often," Gun replied before glancing at the handsome man for a moment. He seemed to still be alert.

 

"Man, go drop off your friend. What if he dies?" the older brother said to his younger brother, and that made Kel's heart skip a beat. As a manager, I was already worried about the model.

 

"It won't let me go," Man knew.

 

"It's alright, I'm going home now," Gun said and walked away. Man quickly ran after him.

 

"Oh no!" Everyone who witnessed the incident was worried, and Kel was the most worried. 

 

"Mind, we have to stop by and see Ne again. We'll probably have to go back first." I'll just use my friend's name as an excuse for now.

 

"Are you drunk?"

 

"No, I only drank a little."

 

"Don't you want us to give you a ride?" Because Mind was very worried about Kel.

 

"No need. Stay with your friends. Today's the pub's grand opening celebration." The pub owner was silent for a moment. He was the host and couldn't leave his guests behind, but he didn't want the person he was courting to go home alone.

 

"but..."

"Kel will go back by himself. This is how it is." I've never been able to disagree with Kel even once.

 

"Okay, I'll call you before I go to bed."

 

"Don't call me when you're drunk."

 

"If I'm not drunk, I'll call."

 

"Okay, then I'll go," said the short person, bidding farewell to Mind's friends before hurrying out of the pub. He saw Man returning to the table and quickly followed Gun. Seeing a familiar back crossing the street, he hurried after him. Who could it be?

Letting a drunk person drive home like that, especially with Mind talking about life and death, makes me feel like it's better to be safe than sorry. "Gun," Kel called out, and he was now crossing the street.

 

The tall man turned around, his eyebrows furrowed in a knot, but Kel didn't care because safety was the most important thing. Let him be annoyed if he wants. Well, with the title of personal manager hanging over him like that, he probably can't let Gun go back on his own.

 

"Give me the car keys, I'll drive," he said, holding out his hand.

 

"No," the young model replied instantly.

 

"Please don't be stubborn."

 

"Why are you bothering me?"

 

"I'm taking care of Gun," that's all his responsibility.

 

"But this time should be left as my private time. With my previous manager, there was no need to pick me up or drop me off when I went out. The rules weren't strict, yet she was incredibly punctual." He couldn't help but mention his previous personal manager, who was the complete opposite of the one in front of him.

 

"Don't make such a grumpy face, I'm just offering to give you a ride. And please, don't compare me to anyone else," Kel didn't like it.

 

"This is my private time," the tall man emphasised again.

 

"I won't let Gun drive. How can he drive when he's drunk?"

 

"If there's a checkpoint, I'm going to get caught anyway," because Kel drinks alcohol too.

 

"It wasn't about a checkpoint. It was about an accident."

 

"I'm not drunk. I was arguing with you for so long, how could I be drunk?"

 

"Give me the car keys," the shorter figure requested again, this time his expression becoming strained because Gunapong was still refusing.

 

"Where's your car?"

 

"I didn't bring any. If I get drunk, I plan to sleep here." I had to lie to get a ride home. The truth is, I drove myself, but my car was parked behind the pub.

 

"..." Gun didn't say anything; he just put his hands on his hips and sighed deeply. He's probably going to sleep here with his friend's older brother. Why wouldn't he...?

Let's just get it over with.

 

"If you're not good at your job during the day, then can I take care of you at night?" the little mouth chattered.

 

"That's ambiguous," the big man retorted.

 

"No, 'taking care' just means dropping her off," Kel didn't mean it that way.

 

Gunapong sighed again, then unlocked the car and handed the keys to the other person. He only agreed because he had a terrible headache, and standing there arguing was even worse.

 

After a brief exchange with the talkative Kel, the luxury car pulled away. The two let silence fall until Gun leaned back and closed his eyes.

 

"Is this the condo?" After a while, the driver asked again to be sure. "..." But there was no reply.

 

"Gun," and then Kel tried to wake him up.

 

"um"

 

"Is this the condo?" He parked the car before asking again.

 

"Let's go to my condo," Gun said without even opening his eyes.

 

"Ha?"

 

"My key card is lost" is a big lie.

 

"Don't joke around. There's no way I can go."

 

"Why?" He opened his eyes before turning to look. There were many things Gun wanted to know about Kel.

 

"Then why would you go?"

 

"Go to sleep."

 

"no"

 

"Who wants it? When did I ever say I wanted it?" There we go again, bringing up that same topic.

 

"Gun, we're starting to go beyond just being a model and his personal manager," Kel warned him, and also reminded himself of the same thing. It would be difficult to take this model seriously. "You pulled my face towards you and kissed me."

 

"If I felt bad, I apologise." If I could go back in time, I would still do the same thing.

 

"Let's go to my condo, we'll sleep together."

 

"No."

 

"What time do I have work tomorrow? Do you know?"

 

"Uh, wait a minute," he said, then quickly fumbled for her cell phone to check her schedule.

 

"If I don't ask, when will you check?" Gun was annoyed again.

 

"Either before bed or after waking up," Kel replied without hesitation.

 

"What's wrong with preparing in advance?"

 

"Complaining again, are you?" The sweet face looked guilty, his slender eyebrows furrowed together.

 

"We can sleep together and wake up together so we won't be late for work," Gun reasoned. "No," the smaller man immediately shook his head. What if they slept together and something happened in the middle of the night? Especially since he looked like someone he used to date. This size is considered perfect.

 

"Then if you're late tomorrow, I'll deal with it decisively."

"I won't be late, I promise."

 

"Don't make promises. I don't like them." Empty promises only further displeased him.

 

"Okay, then tell me the condo address quickly."

 

"This is it. We've arrived."

 

"I've arrived, but I'm going to sleep in my brother's room."

 

"I was just testing the waters to see if you'd be easy to convince. Would you refuse if I asked to sleep with you?" Gun just wanted to test the younger man's susceptibility.

 

"Well, if you just want to lie down, that's fine. But if you're hoping to do *that* kind of thing, I'm sorry," Kel said bluntly.

 

"What kind of person are you anyway?" He was incredibly confused now.

 

"That's just how I am."

 

"My brother likes to flirt with every guy with his eyes," Gun said frankly. It's the same when Kel looks at Man's older brother; everyone can see he's flirting.

 

"No, I'm not," he doesn't flirt with everyone.

 

"Sometimes it feels like you're trying to flirt with me." It might sound overly confident, but he's straightforward; he says what he sees.

 

"I can't deny that."

 

"..." His dark eyebrows furrowed immediately. Kel is so hard to figure out.

 

"See you tomorrow," he said, and then opened the car door and got out. Gun didn't understand what it meant. If he was really trying to flirt, why wouldn't he let him sleep with him? He was very confused. Why flirt in the first place...? Why make me think?