Personal Manager

8- I want to hug you

 

It's now 7 PM, the time Kel told Gun he was going to bed, but why does he feel so restless? A senior called unexpectedly, asking him to be a DJ to entertain clients tonight. Mind also messaged saying he wanted to see him, and Kel isn't sleepy at all. He doesn't have a headache or fever like Gun said; he has a sore bottom and difficulty walking.

 

"What should I do?" I consulted myself dozens of times. Keep pulling!

 

GUN: Tomorrow at seven o'clock.

 

The person he was most afraid of meeting at the pub had just messaged him. Gun repeatedly emphasised the time the car would leave, as if he were afraid he would be late.

 

"That's the date," Kel said as soon as he finished reading the message, wanting to know where the other person was. Kel replied, "Okay, I'll drive and park my car at your condo in the morning."

 

Kel: Are you going to sleep yet?

GUN: Why?

GUN: What's up?

Kel: No, I'm going to sleep anyway. I was asking.

 

He lied. He actually wanted to check whether the young model was in his room and whether he'd gone out as he'd threatened. 

 

GUN: I'll go to sleep soon. I'm tired.

Kel: Are you feeling unwell?

GUN: Yeah, I think I caught a cold from my brother.

Kel: I don't have a fever, but I told you not to kiss me. You didn't listen.

 

Before getting out of the car that Gun dropped him off at behind Jess's pub, he got kissed again, just because he was being cheeky. Kel did the same thing he always did, teasing and flirting as usual. But it seemed like the other person's patience was wearing thin. Before, he challenged him more, and nothing happened. Now? It's all kissing and threats.

 

GUN: Why do you want to talk so much?

Kel: Sent a photo.

Kel: It's quiet now.

 

He sent a selfie, accidentally lying face down on the bed, which also showed his pale chest because the t-shirt he was wearing had a wide neckline. He actually only intended to photograph his slightly parted lips to tease the other person and make them jealous. He didn't check much before sending it. When he looked at it later, he realised he had impersonated an account.

 

GUN: I want to bite.

 

After that message was sent back, the short person felt a warmth spread across both cheeks. If they were to look in the mirror, they would probably see a strange face.

He's definitely blushing. Why is he getting so embarrassed by such a few words? He really wants to hit himself.

 

Kel: Bye.

Kel: I'm going to bed.

GUN: Yes.

 

Gun replied with just one word: "Yes." There was no "goodnight" like the ones other guys tried to court him with. That's just how it had to be. That's right, because Gun isn't flirting with him. The slender figure quickly shook his head repeatedly to snap himself back to reality from his wandering thoughts.

 

"Don't take it seriously," he muttered to himself again. He always had to restrain himself whenever he felt flustered by that handsome model.

 

Knock, knock, knock.

A few knocks on the car window drew the person inside's attention. Gun had been sitting in the car for almost two hours. An hour passed. He unlocked the seat, allowing the newcomer to sit beside him.

 

"Why did you call me here? And then you told me to take a taxi?" Tin said, with an irritated expression, as if someone were being forced to do something.

 

"I told you to come and get my car back."

 

"Why? Are you drunk?" Parking in front of the pub like this and then talking as if he can't drive himself home.

 

"No, I haven't been drinking."

 

"Hey, what's your problem?"

"I came to bring my manager back. He's been out partying." Although Gun didn't want to answer the question, he knew Tin would press him for answers.

 

"Wait a minute," Tin frowned, staring at his friend as if wanting further explanation. "You mean P'Kel?" He hadn't asked about that yet.

 

Gun

"Yes"

"It's his business if he wants to go out, isn't it? “What the hell is wrong with you, trying to bring him back?" Tin, who has a model wife, knows full well the boundaries of a relationship.

 

"Where is the personal matter? Once work hours are over, it's everyone's personal time. 

 

'I have to travel out of town early tomorrow morning. Do you think I should waste my time waiting? If I'm on vacation, I'll sleep in,' he explained.

 

"You were afraid he'd oversleep, so you came to bring him back?" His friend asked again, raising an eyebrow.

 

"Yeah," Gun felt a little annoyed that Tin was asking so many questions.

 

"But it's only nine o'clock."

 

"Soon it'll be 10 PM, 11 PM, or midnight," or if he doesn't wait for him, he might get completely drunk like yesterday. If that happens, he probably won't be able to visit.

Thanks to his old manager. His schedule has only one free day: tomorrow. Filming for the series also starts next week.

 

"You're being excessive. And where's his manager?" Tin wasn't imagining things; Gun was becoming too demanding of his personal manager.

 

"They just walked in when I called."

 

"Is your reason enough for me to help you? And you asked me to get the car back because you're going back with him, right?"

 

"What the hell are you so curious about?" Gun started raising his voice.

 

"Don't get annoyed with me. Are you hiding something again? Like that day when you wouldn't tell us that P'Kel was your personal manager. You even criticised him so much. Aren't you afraid he'll overthink it?"

 

"I told you to come get the car, not to ask questions," Gun sighed, annoyed.

 

"Answer my question first, or call Man to help you, or maybe tell his brother to come pick up Kel? Those two are close."

 

"No need to tell anyone. They just dropped each other off." The two of them walked each other to the front of the pub even though they didn't arrive in the same car. Gun witnessed the scene. Everyone agreed that Kel should hold hands and link arms with Mind.

 

"TRUE"

 

"What do you want to know so badly?"

 

"What the hell are you so angry about? And look at how fussy you are. Are you his husband?" Tin also lost his patience. His friend was acting like they had the right to the manager.

 

"You bastard!"

 

"Is P’Kel really cute, or are you actually interested?"

 

"If you're going to ask so many questions, then go back. I'm going to call Man."

 

"That's my friend. If you ask him a pointed question, he gets all worked up, even though he's usually so calm," Tin continued.

 

"I'm tired now, Phu."

 

"You like him."

 

"." Gun doesn't have an answer.

 

"What's going on? Aren't you just a model and a personal manager?"

 

"He's not feeling well. I don't want him to go out," the young model tried to remain calm.

"You're showing so much concern. Does he even know you like him?" Tin pressed on until Gun blurted it out.

 

"When did I say I liked him?"

 

"I'm going crazy. He wants to go out, but he doesn't need to be followed back. It's like when I first started being possessive, I used to follow him around like that, too."

 

"Looking back at my own story, I realised I started feeling possessive of Toey from the first time we got together."

 

"What the hell?"

 

"After I got him, I started to become possessive of him."

 

"..." Gun fell silent again.

 

"Or you and P'Kel..." Tin paused.

 

"Hey, Tin!"

 

"Hey Gun, did you sleep with him?"

 

"I'm going inside. You take my car and go back," I said, too tired to argue with Tin anymore.

 

"No, you idiot. Is it going to kill you just to say that?" I was just wondering when Gun changed his preferences. Normally, he only looks at well-behaved, cute Kel’s who don't party at night

 

"Okay, are you satisfied now? I got him." Finally, I had to tell the truth.

 

"Oh, and the one who's been following me is Jealous," Tin wasn't very surprised that Gun had something going on with Kel because he had guessed it beforehand.

 

"no"

"How many times have you two slept together to make you so head over heels in love?"

 

"What else? Stop finding things to say about me!" And each thing Tin said was really excessive. Accusing him of liking and being possessive of Kel, and then saying...That means you're head over heels in love.

 

"How many rounds did you two do it?" Tin asked again.

 

"Just once," Gun replied emotionally.

 

"You only got one round, and you're already hooked. You're as weak as I am."

 

"Only one round, but the condom broke."

 

"Damn..." Tin was stunned for a moment. This time, he was genuinely shocked. He wasn't surprised that they had sex, but he was shocked that Gun had sex with Kel until the condom broke. It must have been violent.

"You can go now," Gun dared to say because he knew Tin wasn't the type to spread rumours about something like this. They were close because they had similar personalities.

 

The young model stopped arguing. He opened the car door and quickly got out before he could punch his best friend in the face. How dare he ask a question that made him angry and frustrated? Before, Gun loved to drive Tin crazy, but now karma has finally caught up with him.

 

"You kept going until the condom broke. No wonder he's sick. Take good care of him, okay?" Tin shouted after him until the driver's side door slammed shut. 

 

The entertainment venue was starting to fill up. Gun didn't forget to wear his baseball cap because he didn't want anyone to see his face. With a pub this big, how would he know where Kel is?

 

"Hi," said the person Gun had just met at lunchtime, as they walked over to greet him.

 

"I'm here to see P’Kel," he quickly said.

 

"Are you his husband? If he's not, I’m not letting you see him," Jess smirked, wanting to pry secrets out of the man in front of her and her junior.

 

"We're not dating," Gun tried to deny.

"I didn't ask if you were Kel’s friend, I asked if you were his husband."

 

"..." How should he answer? If he says they're not together, he won't be able to see his personal manager.

 

"Did you just come to see him, or did you come to take him back?" Jess changed the subject.

 

"How did you know?"

 

"When he came into the shop, he acted all secretive, like he was afraid someone was following him. He wouldn't answer any questions, as if he were running away from his husband.”

 

"Are you here for a visit?" 

 

He didn't answer. Kel never speaks directly, does he? He has so many secrets that Jess can't keep up anymore.

 

"Where is he?" the large man asked again.

 

"Are you his husband?"

 

"elder sibling."

 

"You can't handle him," Jess said, observing Kel's daily behaviour—he loved to party and chat with everyone without taking anyone seriously.

 

"I know," the young model replied, before sighing.

 

"So, you're his husband?"

"..

 

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. He’s in the dressing room. But I have a request... if you're going to take him back, make sure he plays music for the customers first." Because of her, I followed Kel because we were really short on staff.

 

"He has to wake up early tomorrow."

 

"So, what do you want to do? Do you want to meet him?" The one holding the upper hand asked, raising an eyebrow. "Okay," Gun thought. If it's just one song, it won't take long.

 

"If you want a good and handsome husband, you can meet him."

 

The shop owner led the tall model into the DJ's dressing area, and he stopped there, thinking they probably wanted to talk.

 

"Perfect timing! Help me zip this up," Kel heard footsteps and thought it was his senior, so he asked for help, reaching behind him to hold onto his thin shirt without turning around. 

 

The tall person quickly walked closer and helped zip it down his smooth, white back. "This kind of fabric? Does he wear this kind of dress for work as a DJ? And why does he like dressing like this so much?" Gun scolded inwardly, still not taking his hand off his slender waist.

 

"Thank you..." The short boy turned around, and his eyes widened when he saw the person he didn't want to see standing there. He didn't know why his senior had let him go. How did outsiders get in?

 

"Didn't you say you were going to sleep?" a deep voice asked, his face expressionless.

 

"Uh..." The small legs stepped back.

 

"How many times have you broken your promises?" Gun followed until the other person's back was against the wall.

 

"B-but... I can wake up tomorrow," he stammered, disliking the stern look in his eyes.

 

"Really?" he asked, before gently squeezing his slender waist and then stroking lower and lower.

 

"Gun! Ugh!" Kel's butt was squeezed.

 

"Why are you moaning? Or are you still in pain?" He did that to see whether the other person's physical condition was improving.

 

"It hurts."

 

"You're hurt, but you still came out to have fun. You're really stubborn," he said, realising now that Kel was difficult to control.

 

"Well, I wanted to come," the shorter person said honestly. What kind of crazy person goes to bed at 7 PM? Usually, they go to bed no earlier than 10 or 11 PM.

 

"Do you really need to go out every night?"

 

"It doesn't matter what you were like before, but now you're my personal manager. Can you focus on one job? Can you stop partying?"

 

Gun tried to speak in a normal tone of voice. He wouldn't be harsh or argumentative.

 

"But I'm out here today because I need to. Look, Gun, there are no other DJs here."

 

"Even without him, the pub can still play music."

 

"Are you really going to make me go back?" Kel pleaded with his eyes. Their faces were only inches apart, and his large hand was still resting on his buttocks.

 

"Do you want to go back?" The handsome face moved closer. If he weren't wearing a hat, there might not be any space between them at all. Kel didn't say anything and didn't back away either.

 

"There's nothing I can stop you from doing. Or maybe you're not going tomorrow? You work late so that you can sleep in late," he said sarcastically again.

 

"No, I can go."

 

Gun could only sigh.

 

"Let me finish my work for a moment."

 

"Just one song" is all I can offer.

 

"It's a medley that's about thirty minutes long," he had to explain. DJing isn't just about playing song after song; it's about continuous flow.

 

"If it's thirty minutes, it'll be around 10:30 PM," Gun glanced at his wristwatch, completely forgetting what kind of music was playing.

 

"If I have to wait for you that long, I guess I'll have to go back with you. My friends won't wait," he lied. How could his friends wait when he told them to go home?

 

"Gun, you can go back now. I'll leave as soon as I finish work," the smaller figure said clearly.

 

"What can I trust you with?"

 

"Um, could you take your hand off my butt for a moment?" He felt awkward, even though Gun was resting his hand there and not squeezing, he still felt he shouldn't be doing it like this. 

 

"Why"

 

"Ouch... that hurts." I got squeezed again.

 

"Or would you like to go back now? Come back with me now," Gun lowered his hand and made a new offer.

 

"No, no. Then wait for me, and we'll go back together. How about we sleep together another night?" He's getting cheeky again.

 

"That's exactly what I wanted," Gun's answer left Kel speechless. Why did it seem like he was digging his own grave?

 

It must be a job he really enjoys. Kel was standing, turning on the music, competing with the dim club lights. Many people had gotten up to dance in the middle of the dance floor, while Gun ordered a drink and sat alone in a dark corner not far from the stage where the DJ was entertaining the customers. 

 

Besides his sweet, alluring eyes, his voice when he talked to the audience through the microphone was also captivating. The moans from when they had sex immediately echoed in Gun’s mind. His thick hand gripped the glass of liquor tightly, his sharp eyes fixed on the slender figure swaying gently to the EDM music. He wasn't dancing energetically, but why was he attracting so much attention from everyone in the club? 

 

The flashing lights, combined with the dizzying music, were enough to make you feel lightheaded. At times, the spotlight illuminated the DJ's face—a friendly guy who was handing out smiles everywhere. The shouting and laughter were nonstop, making Gun increasingly irritated, wondering when the thirty minutes would be over. And then time passed until the DJ said goodbye. A smile appeared on the model's face before he reached for his phone to text the other person to wait outside.

 

Gun waited for a while, then Kel came out wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but he wasn't alone. A man was walking beside him, as if they had become very close, because the shorter person spoke with a smile and laughter.

 

"I'm leaving now," he waved goodbye to the person who had volunteered to walk him out.

 

"See you later," Kel nodded before walking over to Gun.

 

"Hurry up, I want to go home," the tall man urged.

 

"You told me not to wait from the start," the slender lips muttered.

 

"I'm sleeping in your room."

 

"Why? Are you so afraid I won't be on time?"

 

"I want to hug you." Just one short phrase.

 

"...". But it made the listener's heart pound wildly.

 

"Go ahead, I'm sleepy."

 

The shorter person looked bewildered at that moment, but still walked to the car as if nothing had happened. When Gun was about to speak, he was just too direct. He wanted to hug him. Oh really? So that means we'll be sleeping in the same bed again tonight, huh?

 

"No, you can't. My butt hurts." Had to stop him preemptively.

 

"I didn't say I wanted any," Gun retorted.

 

Kel nodded in understanding before getting into the car. He was driving, and the young model sat beside him. 

 

Becoming Gun’s personal manager was a completely new experience for him. He wondered if Gun treated other people like this, sticking to them 24/7. But he liked being with this model. Even though they disagreed on many things, they always managed to agree.

 

It was almost midnight. They had finished showering, and the little one was still undecided whether to let Gun cuddle him. He secretly saw a bag. The condom sticking out of the other person's wallet, something he wasn't ready for to happen again, was enough to make him struggle to restrain himself.

 

"It's time to go to bed."

 

"Are you really going to spank my butt? I'm afraid it will hurt," Kel remembered every threat Gun had ever made.

 

"I won't," that answer reassured him somewhat. At least he wouldn't get hurt. He reached out to turn off the light and turned back to crawl into bed, pulling the blanket over himself before realising the person beside him had also snuggled under it. Covered with the same blanket, the large figure moved closer and closer, easily pulling Kel to turn towards him. After a while, he felt his buttocks being gently stroked.

 

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Gun knew he had been rough with Kel. He had given it his all, even though he knew the small Kel was inexperienced.

 

"Mm," Kel looked up into the dim light. Their lips met again, and although they didn't have sex, they cuddled all night, neither of them realising what they were doing. Kel was a personal manager having sex with his own model, and this kind of cuddling and kissing was definitely not normal. Gun was a celebrity under scrutiny, with a large fan base and a public career. How would they handle this if something were to happen in the future?