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Chuuya side glanced the man who's starting to get on his nerves by staring at him for the past 10 minutes. He was currently in the middle of a part time job, because he's short in cash and specifically because he's used up his allowance to buy these really cool shoes, yes.
Thus, having no actual option but to look for a job, Chuuya ended up with this one; Sales promotion boy. How hard can that be? He just needs to hand out flyers, promote his product, get them to buy it and voilà easy money. Except he hadn't been exactly thorough when he read the job description, thus, the product he needs to sell? Cars. Fucking cars. How is he supposed to sell damn cars!?
And Chuuya never once considered himself a patient person. With how many people pretending to be interested and trying to hit on him, he felt his patience wearing thin. "Fucking hell, just fuck right off if you can't afford to buy." He grumbled to himself but still put on a smile when someone asked him for a brochure.
Back to the problem in hand, Chuuya noticed this man who's been staring at him for a good 15 minutes now. Tall, skinny, unkempt brown hair, and are those bandages around his neck? He couldn't care less. He's not interested if he couldn't help him out of this financial crisis, no matter how good looking he is.
He tried to be indifferent when the brunet finally approached him after 20 minutes of staring. To his surprise, that guy didn't immediately come to him. Instead, he spent good minutes observing the car exhibited. Of course, Chuuya, being a good employee he is, followed the guy around; just in case he needed any help.
"Mhm, the red looks good." The man said, and God, if sex has a voice, maybe it'd be this guy's voice.
"Y-Yes. It's the newest color option for this type." Chuuya internally cursed himself for stuttering. "Are you interested?"
The brunet spun on his heels, a lopsided grin etched on his lips as he said : "In you? Yes."
Chuuya kept his smile. "I mean the car."
"Not really." He said. "But if the color is a little bit more similar to your hair colour, then yes, maybe I'd be more interested."
The redhead only smiled at that. "Well, maybe you'd be interested in other colors? The blue is also very pretty."
"If it's not as pretty as your eyes, then I don't want it." Brunet hummed and Chuuya resisted the urge to roll his eyes and punch the man right on his face. How shameless!
"It's a gorgeous deep ocean blue." Chuuya showed him the catalogue.
"Hmm, I want the vibrant azure one like your eyes." The man insisted and Chuuya's smile got tighter.
"Unfortunately, we don't have them."
"A pity. Can I get in?"
"Of course."
Chuuya explained some features offered by the car, telling him in the most interesting way he could afford and he stepped back when the male got out with a sigh.
"Is there any problem?"
"Not really." The brunet hummed, moving onto the other car displayed. "I think I like this one better."
That caught Chuuya's attention. "Oh really?" He asked, knowing full well that the other car is far more expensive and should he be able to sell it, he'd gain more profit. "You've got good eyes." He praised with a smile.
"Of course. I found you, after all." Chuuya ignored that remark and excitedly told him the features of the second car. "You sounded more excited, almost hopeful. Will you be disappointed if I don't end up buying?"
Chuuya paused. "Yes."
"Brutally honest too." The male chuckled, deep and husky and it sent pleasant shivers down Chuuya's spine. "Cute."
The redhead cleared his throat. "Well-"
"Which one do you suppose I buy?"
Chuuya didn't waste any time pointing at the second car. "The expensive one." If the guy, a potential buyer, is smitten over him, might as well take full advantage of it.
"Sure." The brunet chuckled, following after Chuuya as they sat down to file the papers. "What month is your birthday on?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?" He questioned. "Can I have your ID?"
"Not until you tell me your birthday month."
"It's in April." He said and was easily handed the ID card then; Chuuya began to fill the paper.
"Hmm, what colour do you like? For cars." Dazai Osamu, Chuuya learnt his name through his ID, asked.
"Black, obviously. Red is okay too." The male answered.
"Then I'd take two black and two red."
Chuuya paused his scribbling to look at the brunet. "Are you serious?" He asked.
"Very." The brunet smirked.
"Wait, you don't have to. Why would you need that much car for? You're wasting your money." Chuuya found himself saying, slapping a hand over his mouth when he realized what he just said. Dazai, on the other hand, laughed.
"Aren't you an interesting one. It's fine, I'd take 10 if you want me to." He waved him off, signing the papers. "Where do I transfer the money to?"
"Right the booking fee-"
"I'll pay everything off."
Chuuya's eyes widened. "All four of them? Are you joking with me?"
Dazai chuckled, pulling out his phone. "I'm not. I'll transfer the money right here to show you."
Hesitantly, Chuuya gave out the account. "You're not some hacker trying to hack and rob the company's money, right? Because I would be in deep shit if you are."
"Don't worry about that, doll. I'm not a hacker. Though I do know someone who's capable of doing that." He snickered at Chuuya's horror but showed him his phone screen anyway;
Chuuya swore he never saw that many digits in his entire life. "O-Okay. Thank you so much."
"I have one request, though."
"What is it, sir?"
"Mhm, being called sir by you isn't bad at all." He hummed. "I want you to be there when they're delivered. Is that possible?"
Chuuya's not sure, but he nodded anyway.
"Great."
The redhead gulped. Gone was the previous urge to punch him; this guy's not only hot and has a nice voice but hella rich too. Unfair. He gave him the receipt of his payment and bowed politely. "Thank you for your purchase."
"It's nothing." Dazai waved him off. But it seemed like there's more to it so Chuuya waited until he spoke again. "So.."
"Yes?"
"Can I take you out on a date now?"
Chuuya blushed furiously, his mind short circuited as he gaped like a fish out of water.
"Still look good even like that." Dazai commented, closing Chuuya's open mouth by his chin with his index finger. "Your answer, gorgeous?"
"F-Fine.. I guess."
"Wonderful. I'll see you on Friday night?" He handed Chuuya a business card but when he noticed the male was too stunned to accept it, he slid it into his breast pocket. "I'll call you tonight." He said, taking Chuuya's name card in return and with that, he's gone, leaving Chuuya all flustered but somehow freed from his crisis.
Still, Chuuya found it difficult to digest what the actual fuck just happened.