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Mysta woke up with buzzing sounds echoing in his ears and blurry white.
He groaned, felt a little bit floaty and sluggish. He felt like he was being juggled between dreams and realities. Not even the buzzing sounds could ground him at the moment.
It took several minutes for him to realize that someone was calling his name, and there was an IV attached to his arm. He tentatively looked around, squinting and blinking rapidly to gain a better view, just to realize he was most likely in hospital.
What happened...? he wondered, lost in thought. I can't remember anything... Or maybe he could, but he was too confused to recall everything? He barely called back the memory where he walked on the street, yet the rest of it was blurry. Was that memory real or am I just dreaming...?
"ーsta? Mysta? Are you listening?"
The man blinked slowly.
Oh. There was someone beside him. He didn't realize it. How does he know my name? Mysta didn't feel like he recognized this mysterious person.
But goddamn was this person the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen.
This man had the funkiest hair color completed with the yellow streaks on his bang that seemed to curl up fighting the gravity, but it didn't lower up his attractiveness. Instead, it made him look unique. Mysta felt like he would do anything just to be drawn into that limitless, rich purple gaze.
Now Mysta had to highlight that he was, in fact, not a simp. He also wasn't a fool who came straight from a knock-out rated-B wattpad self insert main interest story who fell in love at first glance. No, no . He wasn't someone like that. He swore on his nonexistent first born he was a respectable, law abiding, decent guy in the town.
Still, he would be a total liar if the person who stood beside his bed wasn't nice looking. It's like trying to say sugar didn't taste sweet.
"Mysta? Mysta? Doctor, he doesn't seem to respond to me. Has something happened to him?"
Whoops. It seemed he forgot to respond; he accidentally made the most attractive man in the world thought something was wrong with his head. Which, wasn't wrong, but hey, it isn't that bad!
Sadly Mysta missed his chance to open his mouth as the man he didn't know the name of ( yet , his mind piped in) was engaging in conversation with the doctor nearby. Mysta didn't listen to their conversation; only paying half attention to listen he could catch the name of this mysterious (and in all honesty, prettier than goddess Aphrodite) stranger, but he immediately gave up as his mind became muddled with another thought.
What if the stranger was a passerby who got worried about him? He wondered. That man probably knew his name from his ID before brought him here, which meant he was his savior. Or maybe the one who caused these wounds since Mysta didn't remember what happened that led him to be wounded up here.
In all seriousness though, the latter possibility sounded really hot. Mysta wouldn't mind being this man's step ladder if he could admire his beauty from below. He could stomp on him all he wanted and Mysta would say thank you. Amen to God.
But if he was just a stranger, it meant there was a possibility they wouldn't ever meet again.
Shit. What if this was his last meeting with him? Because he left a bad impression even though his life probably was rescued thanks to this angel incarnation? Damn, talk about lost opportunity.
...Not if I do something about it!
"Um,"
Two heads (and perhaps more if there were nurses he failed to note) immediately turned to his direction. The sudden attention made Mysta feel shy, but thinking about departing with the most gorgeous human on earth without even knowing his name left a bitter taste on his mouth.
"You, um, not doctor, not nursesーis there even any nurse here? I mean youーyes, yes, you!" he cheered when the man pointed at himself and walked closer to his bed.
"Do you need something, Mysta?"
He didn’t even miss a beat.
"Are you single?"
Silence occured.
Everyone simultaneously looked at each other as Mysta bated his breath in anticipation. The heck with the second embarrassment; it's more embarrassing if he got discharged as pitiful bitchless and (not really) virgin just because he missed his opportunity to score a chance with a hottie!
After a long silent confused exchange with the surrounding, the man finally turned back to Mysta, face painted in confusion and slight amusement. "You ask if I am single or not," he repeated carefully. When Mysta nodded, he continued, "Well, I don't think I am. Last time I rechecked, I still have a boyfriend."
Fuuckkkkk. Mysta groaned loudly. There goes my luck.
But! Name! Asking for a name wouldn't hurt right?! He also had to repay him for, uh, for being caring to him! Yes, a dinner with just the two of them would be nice for a repayment, right?
And, who knows, probably he will get attracted to me, and... Okay, that's too 'Mister-Stealing-Your-Boyfriend' NTR shenanigans Mysta started to feel bad he had to stop from his daydreaming.
Names. And dinner. Then Mysta promised he would stay away.
"Then, how about names?" Mysta offered again. "I don't think I have caught your name, gorgeous. Or do you mind if I call you 'gorgeous' instead?"
"Oh my God," the man turned his back and stifled a laugh. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. Mysta started to feel jealous of whoever his boyfriend was. This lucky bastard, he better treat this precious cinnamon roll like a damn king. "Thisーthis is the funniest thing I've ever experienced. I meanーwhat? Are you serious, Mysta?"
"Honestly if you're single, I can fall on one knee to show you how serious I am," Mysta said. "But I still don't know your name, gorgeous. I may call you 'gorgeous' instead for the rest of my life."
There was an attempt. A little bit cringe perhaps, but still an attempt.
"Bwahaー!" he barked a laugh and shook his head. Whatever he was laughing at, Mysta was glad he was able to make him happy. He was so pretty, smiling and laughing like this. "Okay, okay. Sorry. My name is Shu Yamino, but you can call me Shu."
"Shu..." Mysta tried to feel how it was saying his name in his mouth. Holy shit, it felt so right as if it had been ingrained to his mind and tongue. Was this a sign of a soulmate?! Were they a soulmate all this time?!
Damn. At this point Mysta was really tempted to be 'Mister-Stealing-Your-Boyfriend'. One more push and he would gonna do what's called a breaking the bro code move. Or dating codes in general.
Mysta took one breath of encouragement and looked straight to Shu's eyes. His eyes are really pretty, he idly noted. His long eyelashes framed his purple iris prettily it created a cool sense of beauty. Seriously, whoever his boyfriend was, he should realize that he was the luckiest man on earth.
"When I get discharged, will you go to dinner with me?" It took all of Mysta's willpower to not get flustered while saying it. "Like. Just the two of us. If your boyfriend doesn't mind it. For gratitude."
Okay. Maybe a little bit too much pausing, but it's still a success. He'd conveyed what he wanted to say, and if he got rejected then his would-to-be eight hundred pages of stranger to friends to lover, slow burn, hurt and comfort love story shall end in prologue. Tragic.
He didn't wish for Shu to immediately answer or even accept his proposal. He knew how preposterous his proposal sounded; what kind of sane person would ask a dating man to go out for dinner just for two of them?! Unless his boyfriend was NTR enthusiastic, Mysta was sure he would get killed by his boyfriend.
But. Listen. Mysta was desperate, alright? Shu was the first person who literally made him feel like a wannabe B-rated wattpad novel love interest (yes he admitted it) who fell at first sight. It was that bad. And let it be known to the world that desperate Mysta wouldn't give up without putting up a fight!
The courageous (and really desperate) man was starting to get nervous when Shu's expression suddenly went neutral and he looked in a different direction, seemed to be thinking about something elses. Thinking that Shu probably was contemplating how to reject him in the nicest way possible, Mysta opened his mouth and wanted to interrupt his thoughts.
Yet, before he could even say anything, Shu turned to the doctor and asked, "When will Mysta get discharged?"
The doctor blinked. "Hm? Oh," he offered a smile to the man. "Since the patient only suffered a concussion and there are no major wounds from the crash, as long as the patient's condition is stable without any hitch then he only needs to stay for a week."
Huh. So he got hurt from a crash accident and got a concussion from it, yet he didn't feel anything since he woke up. Was it the painkillers? Mysta never used that so he didn't know. Although, it somehow explained the floaty feeling he was experiencing right now.
"So this state was temporary too?"
"Well, sometimes painkillers can do wonder to one's body, Mr. Yamino."
Are they talking about the floaty feeling I'm feeling now? Mysta wondered. Well, it's good if it was temporary. He would be a stock laughing if people found out he couldn't even walk straight in this state.
"I see... Hm," Shu turned back to Mysta. "How about two weeks later? I will arrange it. How does candle dinner sound to you?"
Mysta blinked slowly. "Candle...dinner," he repeated. Candle sounded like…fire. And the fire was hot. Which means candle dinner was hot. "That sounds hot."
“Of course you will reply like that,” Shu mumbled to himself, the smile on his face went wider. “So you okay with us having it two weeks later?”
“Huh? Uh…?” Mysta blinked. And blinked again. His mind steadily processed what Shu had just said. “Wait. So you agree? Not even asking your boyfriend first?”
Shu tilted his head. “Is there a need to do it?”
Holy shit, if Mysta weren’t in a drugged condition probably he would have supported the hardest boner in his entire life. He knew NTR was a thing in the world of fiction and fantasy, but to experience it in real life? It was lowkey scary and highkey… exciting .
“Your boyfriend, uh,” Mysta was speechless. He rarely became speechless like this; it's probably worthy to be listed on the Guiness World Record. “Are you sure he won’t get jealous?”
Shu promptly laughed hearing his words. “Oh, Mysta, please,” he said, thoroughly amused.
“How come you get jealous of yourself?”
Mysta blinked,
and blinked,
and blinked.
There were so many thoughts inside his mind he was very sure he had become a space cat. He had so many words to say, yet all that passed on his tongue was the most genius, the wisest response he could ever say in the form of, “huh?”
“You’re still under the effects of painkillers,” Shu patted his cheek gently. Mysta could only freeze awkwardly with face heated up as his thin fingers touch his face. It felt like he was being baptized. “Earlier the doctor said that you will gain your memories eventually. But don’t worry, I will make sure you will remember it by the time you’re fully recovered.”
“How?” Mysta couldn’t help but asked. His heart went jumping as Shu smirked— he smirks! The angel is smirking at me! —and put his mouth close to his ears as he whispered,
“It’s a secret.”
Mysta was honest to god cum on the spot . Mentally. In the form of drooling.
Shu laughed at his dazed expression and gave a quick peck on his temple. “I will come back later,” he said. “Do tell the doctor or nurse if you feel something weird, okay?”
Mysta nodded in daze. He watched as Shu turned his back and went to the exit door, not forgetting exchanged several words with the doctor as he walked away. When the doctor’s attention went to him, he locked his stare with him.
“Doctor, listen,” he mumbled, eyes never left the door where Shu’s figure disappeared. “I’m not bitchless all along. I have the hottest, most gorgeous, bestest boyfriend in the world… He accepted my dinner invitation, should I marry him right now?”
The doctor could only laugh and shook his head as Mysta kept continuing his blabbering about how pretty Shu was and how he wanted to marry him. Never did he expect the renowned genius detective to be a total helpless to his own partner.
“Sir, isn’t Shu, like, the cutest name ever? Bless his parents. Bless God. Amen to the Lord. What did I do to deserve a man like that?”
Bless this couple, truly.