No Perfection is Perfect

H.I. Hi!! I’m oktaquin, back with my new and this is the first boyx??? I ever made. Guess what??? *Gasp… Well, it was new for me and I know it was new for boyx??? worlds. The story seems difference. Inspired by Perfect – Pink, presenting…

No Perfection is Perfect

“Alan, Mr. Robinson wants to talk to you, got to his room!” Bryan Dale, the butler of this house told me with unfriendly tone and hard face.

“Father? Son?” I asked him, because there’s two Robinson, the father and the son. The father named Adrian Robinson and his son, Davis Robinson.

“The son,” he snapped at me, but now I ignored him, maybe this was his last time to snap bad like that to me. Usually, I’ll kick his ass or shouted back at him. But, not now. Everthing going over.

I walking toward Da- I mean Mr. Davis Robinson room. He was the son of the owner of this house and owner of the most popular hotdog company in this country, ‘Robins’. His room was at the third floors. He lives alone in that floor; he owned all areas at the third.

Finally, I stood exactly in front of his room, my heart was pounding quickly and blood rushes faster than usual. Maybe this was my last time to enter his room too. And I’m not kidding. Today was my last day to work here. I resigned and moved to other place for some reason. I twisted the knob and pushed it lightly until the door opened and enough space for me to enter. I slammed the door lightly as ‘click’ sounds heard in my both ears.

I searched him in every spot of this room, he was not here. I took a glance to the bathroom, but he was nowhere too. I sigh and taking some steps, ready leaving the room. When I reached the doorknob, he finally appeared from nowhere I don’t know and calling my name. When I turned my head, he was laid down at his super king-sized bed. I walk toward him and found him laid there shirtless and look so damn tired. And like always, he looks so hot with his muscular abs.

I stopped from my walking and sat at the edge of his bed, glancing at him and staring rudely to the ceiling. Nothing I could do now. We just need to talk. For the last.

“Finally you want to talk to me,” I said to him flatly and still avoiding eye contact. He still gives no responses to me. Damn shit. What the hell with this guy lately?

“I don’t know what damn things were bothering you, and I don’t care anymore,” I sighed and staring to his bodies that lying uncomfortably at his bed.

“Okay. Maybe this will be our suck farewell,” I sighed again and balled my fist as he still not gives me any response.

“Thanks for anything, Dave. Thanks for your attention to me, thanks for taking care of me for almost 1 year, and thanks for your silent treatment. Thanks!” I stood from his bed and taking a few step closer to him. Giving him last goodbye kiss onto his forehead.

“Bye,” I said firmly and leave him in his bed. Wiped the tears that has came and poured down onto my cheeks. I knew this was hard, but the matter that I knew it must be happened… sooner or later.

He grabbed and pulled my arms till I stumbled on my feet and my body landed onto him.

“Now, what?” I snapped at him, my eyes still watering by tears that still couldn’t stop as it reminded me that we couldn’t ever be together. Forever.