From Business To Mate [COMPLETE] ✔️

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"Stop calling, stop calling
I don't wanna think anymore~!"

Lady Gaga is blasting on the red Bluetooth speaker in a max volume as a 6ft tall man stands on top of the marbled kitchen counter like it's a stage with a wooden spoon in hand as a microphone while singing his soul out despite his deep manly voice.

Moving his long legs front and back swiftly, a little jump then snaps his hips side to side and using his free hand to flip his bangs while keeping his expression on point and seductive to his so called fans, the dishes

To be an adult and dance on every beat in the kitchen without any care in the world

"Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me"

The white haired man continues having the time of his life and jamming to the tune that's when until he hears the dinged sound of the elevator ringing throughout the house.

"That bitch"

Using his blessed powers, he jumped off the counter and turned off his speaker then finally grabbing the already heated shawarma from the microwave all in a second before blinking out of the kitchen then plop on the couch and snatches the remote from the coffee table switching on the TV

"Hey~ Our Rayzal is back"

The guilty man grinned innocently while waving the remote in the air in greetings as if he didn't made a whole tour concert knowing well enough that he's banned from the kitchen for the rest of his life after the incident 3 years ago

✧•｡*✧Flashback✧⁠*｡•✧

"Are you sure it's gonna work?"

Asked the nervous blonde who keeps checking any passerby in the hallway that's connected to the kitchen

The other latter smirked and stirred the hideous looking creamer soup

"We're gonna make history. Trust me"

Sprinkling some black pepper and chili powder into the boiling pot

"Holy shit Rayzal gonna love this"

"I swear if I see that shit in hell..."

"Even in hell the three of us shall unite I'll make sure of it"

"Fuck"

"What's going on here?"

A sweaty muscular black haired man coming from the gym and grabbed a green apple as his daily snack after workout while looking at his cheerful boss chopping carrots painfully slow yet careful

"I'm making dinner"

The blondie crossed his arms and shakes his head while scoffing narrowed his eyes at the cursed soup

"Yeah, dinner"

After adding the chopped carrots, the boss stirred some more and gestured for his other partner to come over for a taste with love and hope in his ruby like eyes