“Why were you in there for so long?” Fadel asked, his voice raising as he hit the kitchen counter.

“What? I just had something to talk to him about,” Bison replied, acting like it wasn't any big of a deal.

Rolling his eyes, Fadel walked towards the kitchen door and checked if anyone was inside the restaurant. Walking back towards the counter, he resumed, “You know damn well that someone like him can't be trusted.”

Bison looked over and flinched his mouth. “You don't even know him,” he murmured.

“Nor do you. So stay away from him. He gives me bad vibes,” Fadel continued as he took off the gloves which he had been wearing.

Bison was done. He was done with Fadel being so overprotective of him. They might not be the best people alive but that didn't mean they didn't have the choice to live their life peacefully.

Bison slightly smirked, “Trust me, I do…” Before he could say more, Fadel cut him off.

“Physically doesn't count,” He paused. “Call mom and tell them we're done for today. Let's not open the restaurant tomorrow.”

Bison's eyes crooked as he looked at the other in confusion. “Why?”

“We've got something else to do. Besides, I don't wanna see that jerk,” Fadel pressed.

“Style, you mean?” Bison paused, looking up as if thinking. “He's not bad though. Bold, perfect for you.”

“Don't even think about it. I am not dating anyone,” Fadel muttered harshly, holding up a knife towards Bison, a death glare visible in his eyes.

“If you say so. I'll get going then,” Bison replied carelessly and stepped back, walking his way outside the kitchen.

Rolling his eyes, he took out his phone. When will he stop being so fucking cold? How could someone like Kant give off bad vibes? Bison didn't want to believe that. Instead, he opened Line and began to message Kant.

Kant 🔥

Kant, let's meet this afternoon at the café beside your shop. Make sure Style doesn't know, okay?

Pressing send, he didn't even have to wait much till his phone buzzed in his phone.

Okay. How's it going with Fadel? Is he suspecting anything?

Bison sighed. Was that even a question? Fadel is always quick to judge. He even judged all the customers of the restaurant for no reason. Fortunately, he could keep things inside and only let out to Bison. Otherwise, they'd be jobless with Fadel's foul-mouth by now.

He is. But I kind of managed it. It's clear now.

Before Bison could put his phone down on the table, it buzzed again.

Great. Be careful. I'll see you at 3 then.

Bison grinned at the message from the other. It was such a shame to him that they couldn't see each other openly. If only, it wasn't for Fadel… he would have done way more than just seeing the other in public.

Bison sighed and walked out of the restaurant. “Where are you going?” Fadel's voice yelled out and Bison groaned in frustration.

“I'm not going anywhere, I'm just walking a bit,” Bison yelled back as he watched Fadel come out of the kitchen and close up the restaurant.

Fadel walked out of the restaurant, locked the door properly and dragged Bison towards their place, grabbing the small wrist tightly. “Fadel… let me go,” Bison whined but the other would never listen to such a plea from Bison.

“Why aren't you wearing the staff uniform?” Fadel yelled as he watched Bison flinch his mouth and look at him with puppy eyes.

“It's not pretty. I don't like it,” Bison replied. “Can't I just wear what I want for once?”

“Not during work!” Fadel yelled again.

“Can you just stop yelling? It's not during work anymore.”

Fadel was always like that. Overprotective, overthinker and never gave freedom to Bison. He had a point that Bison always missed out. For once, at least Fadel was careful. Because if he was also like Bison, they wouldn't have stayed alive by now.

“Why do we have to do this all the time? Restraining my life was already enough, now I can't even wear what I want? When will we go back to the life we once had?” Bison continued as he watched Fadel stare up at him with sharp eyes.

“Don't try to emotionally manipulate me. You know we can't do anything about this,” Fadel replied coldly and walked out of the way.

But Bison didn't pay attention to him. He didn't want that life. He wanted freedom to do what he wanted. He'd rather choose death over a life he was forced to live. He knew Fadel wanted the same, he just lost hope of getting it anymore.

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Kant was in his tattoo shop alone. He hadn't had many customers lately so he just sat there and stared at his phone, the conversation with Bison. Kant had never in his life begun to date someone he wanted to date so easily but of course, there were always conditions. Maybe it was just a barrier they needed to pass to prove their love.

He leaned back against the chair and couldn't help but smile when he thought about his time with Bison. When he had begun to follow Bison out, he really didn't think Bison would be interested in him as well. And them ending up dating so early would've been the last thing he imagined.

But he loved every second of it. It's not totally out of love because he knew it's a bit too soon, even for him. But he did form a crush indeed. There was something about him that made him flatter when he thought about him.

As Kant fixed his posture and checked the time, it was about 2:30. He then opened the camera of the phone and checked himself and his clothes. The clothes looked okay, but he didn't need okay, he needed hot So he walked out of the tattoo shop, locking the door. He went upstairs to pick something different to wear. Probably another pair of glasses and different colored pants. The shirt was fine, the color beige suited him well.

Changing the white pants, he wore a pair of dark green pants and picked up his usual glasses with the brown frame and rectangular shape. It made him look hotter. He wanted Bison to be impressed by his outfit and looks. And of course, he made sure to roll his sleeves up a bit to show off the tattoos on both his arms.

As he walked out of his apartment, his phone buzzed a few times. A few messages from Style,

Ey, Kant! You already slept with his brother! Help me get him na…

Fadel is so cold. I'm trying my best but he just doesn't give in. Phuen, please help your friend na. I'll help you get closer to Bison too if you want.

Kant shook his head, smiling. Style had been wanting to get Fadel's attention for days. And he may have already caught it but Fadel was just trying to act oblivious. Therefore, the minute Style got to know that Kant slept with Bison and wanted more, he'd been pampering him all the way to get to Fadel. And even though Kant had said no many times, he wasn't accepting it. According to him, he needed to have him because no one else had ever caught his interest like Fadel did and Kant knew that Style liked a damn challenge.

I already told you I can't help.

Kant replied and another reply immediately came from the other side.

Ai’Kant, please…at least until I can sleep with him?

Is that all you want? To sleep with him?

No! But that's the least I'm willing to take before leaving him alone.

Why don't you just ask Bison?

How am I supposed to do that? He literally banned me from his restaurant!

Okay, fine. I'll try. I can't promise anything though.

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Bison had just arrived at the café, half an hour late. Only if Fadel had hurried up and didn't hold him back, he'd have been able to arrive sooner.

As he entered, the first figure his eyes went to was the owner of the café. He'd never been to that café before, just like how he had never been to that tattoo shop either. He never was interested in what was around him. In fact, he was exhausted with his life so much that he couldn't care less anymore. He knew he'd probably move out of there for this or that reason anyways.

Then he saw the taller figure of Kant, not even sitting at the chair, standing there and checking his phone for the time. As Bison walked up to him, a smile took over face as he stuck his glasses to his head. “I thought Fadel held you back again,” he said.

Bison giggled. “He did. I just managed to get out somehow.”

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After spending some time at the café Bison and Kant spent some time at the mall, where unexpectedly Kant saw the figure of Fadel. Knowing they were going to be in trouble, he quickly grabbed Bison's hand and dragged him towards a crowd in the big mall. In the huge mall, in between the crowd, no one would find them suspicious, right?

But that wasn't the end, they hid away from Fadel the whole day outside. And after, they spent some of their time in the tattoo shop. But unfortunately, they had no hide there as well when Style came into the frame out of nowhere and spent more than half an hour rambling about how rude Fadel was being and Bison had to hide in the designs collecting storage room in the back. Thank god, he had a room like that, otherwise, Bison would've had to spend that time in the bathroom, disgusting!

To Be Continued.....

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A/n: Sorry for the late update.

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