"Unfortunately, those deals do not involve being my sugar baby." The familiar low voice tickled my ears. I followed Eiichi's line of sight and ended up at a very bothered looking Park Daisuke. His habitually styled hair was free to frame his soft features. Park Daisuke, was not dressed up in the usual fitted sleek dark suit. Instead, he wore a loose white shirt and looser black pants. He wasn't sporting his pristine shiny oxfords, but mute leather loafers. And he stood mere inches away from Eiichi and me with an unlit cigarette resting between his soft lips. "You see, Eiichi just isn't my type." His smile didn't reach his eyes, but it revealed his seldom seen dimples. He walked up to us and reached over my shoulders to pick up the bag of Doritos that rested on the aisle behind me. Park Eiichi tore the bag open and said...
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"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Park Daisuke pointed at Eiichi, who was still laughing.
