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It was his first week at work when pete saw vegas, he didn't know of him then. He was just a trainee, taking a walk across one of the big lawns of the estate.
Vegas had a flower in his hand, from which he plucked the petals one by one, his eyes seemed unfocused, his breathing rapid. Pete came to a stop when he saw him, and hid behind a pillar just observing. He was enchanted by the raw beauty of the other person, maybe he was new too the city but he had never seen a person, who stood with such grace.
Peta was not really fond of plucking flowers, cause when he was like ten he used to work chores at this flower-loving freak lady's home. He might have accidentally one day plucked one of the many Lilies or daffodils or whatever they were named. He got caught, of course. The lady didn't hesitate to slap him across the face for it. From that day on he had beef with all these flowers, cause why the hell were they loved more than him. The other person plucking those petals maybe gave him a little satisfaction, because Pete had not dared to mess with a flower after that day. Such a brave person, Pete admired.
He lived and trained with men, but those times he didn't feel anything. Most of his colleagues liked him,or liked the smile he gave, his easy going nature. Sometimes he felt like one of Dazai's protagonist, who lived a life of lie because they didn't know any other way. He knew some of his colleagues also despised him.
'why are you always so cheery?'
'doesn't your face hurt from smiling too much?'
' You have great manners, considering you belong to a village!'
He had heard enough of these the past few days. Even now these people had prompted him go get a breath of fresh air.
'who is this guy?' pete thought. As an upcoming bodyguard he must know every person related to this family, anyone leaving or entering the estate. Well he didn't know shit yet. Fuck it! He won't be beating himself for it today, maybe another day. Today he had enough with all the bullshit he dealt with inside. One of the head bodyguard's told him that 'you guys will respect each other , once one of you saves another's life.'
While he was lost in thought, that guy kept playing 'should I or Should i not' with the flowers.
Why is he so handsome, like he is tall, lean, and has the right amount of muscles. His hair flows so well. The jawline....the eyes which were sharp...and the strand of hair which fell on his forehead. Fuck. Also those pants on those long legs. Pete really was disappointed with God! Why did he have to give one person every desirable physical feature a guy could dream of.
Pete was a teen who grew up random bouts of acne and pimples which appeared whenever they wanted too, especially on days where he had to go somewhere, like that one time a girl had said yes to a date with him. It was not like he had a chance too date many people. Hell he was still a virgin. Which was sad considering he was becoming a big bad bodyguard. Pete really was getting jealous.
Fuck now he is hyperfixated on those long fingers, which were now murdering another flower. He saw black ink on the left hand but couldn't make out what it was.
'Who is there? you better come out.' he heard a deep voice say.
Fuck this guys even sounds like he hit puberty twice. While pete still screamed in high pitch. He should probably not compare too much, he got this job only because his looks and skill conflicted with eachother. He could always be a person others underestimated.
Anyways he was fucking caught right now and he has to come out of his hiding spot. So he slowly walked outside and came face to face with the other person.
Those eyes were fixed on him. Fuck those eyes... Pete stared back, he didn't want to appear weak. But swear to God this was the toughest eye contact he ever had with a person. Both sides refusing to look away.
.. Finally what felt like eternity later those eyes moved past his eyeballs and scanned the rest of him. Then the person smirked.
'Who are you?' the person said.
'I---I work here sir.' pete said. He mentally slapped himself for stuttering.
'I have never seen you work here
'Ahhh that is because i am new!'
'Oh really? (In English) and what proof do you have of that?'
Pete had a good consious that the person was fucking with him. From the tone of his voice he could assume that the other person was probably angry. What if pete becomes a target of that anger? He is new here and cannot afford to anger a rich brat, on his first week.
Pete swallowed hard looking at those petals on the ground, what if all his limbs ended up like that. Think fast stupid!
'Ah--- Sir you can come with me i can show you my proof of identification.'
At his words the person started walking towards him, the petals being stomped under those boots. Only five steps and the person was standing Infront of him. Fuck. Beautiful creature of god within 1 metre alarm starting blaring in Pete's head, he really was a type of person who got all awkward in front of anyone they found pretty.
'How dare you order me around!'
Pete really was shocked because the person had misunderstood him... Or that Pete's brain had stopped working from the Proximity. Also now those eyes had were staring him down with such a strong gaze, that Pete wanted to run away like a puppy with tail between it's leg.
He really came outside to escape from the glares inside. He really wanted people to stop looking at him for a minute.
He couldn't say anything.
'HEY PETE, what are you doing here! Training has continued.' a voice from inside called out.
THANK GOD! THANK GOD I WILL NEVER EVER COMPLAIN TO YOU AGAIN. You saved me this time! Pete internally cheered.he really was a deer caught in the headlights.
He looked back to his saviour, it was one of the other guards whose name he couldn't remember yet. Pete really wanted to sign away all his inheritance to this guy's name. Well he didn't have any inheritance yet, if he had he wouldn't be here working in a fucking mafia just to make enough money.
The person standing in front of him had looked away from him and was now focused on his colleague.( Thank God again! He would really donate to charity this time).
His colleague stood still when he saw the other person.
'Khun Vegas!'
Oh so this handsome -scary human was named Vegas.... He even had a cool name
Anyways pete knew that time to escape.was now or never, so he really respectfully bowed and got the fuck out of there and promised he would never ever get caught like this again.Like ever.
The entire day he couldn't get that beautiful face out of his mind, or the deep voice, or those eyes even if they were way to scary.
Those days turned into weeks... Months ... In all those times he completely changed, but that face and that person was ingrained in his mind. He didn't see him after that day.
Until now. The difference is that now he knew way too much about this person. One of the biggest enemies to the family he guarded.