Just as Kyota Rikatsu was wondering whether he had gotten a cold or not, the door to his office was suddenly pushed open. A second later, Kyosuke entered with large steps. His forehead was covered in sweat and his breaths came in deep, uneven pants.
“I… I’m here… I… I’m not late. There’s still… a… a… minute…”
Kyosuke gasped, clutching at his chest tightly. His heart almost stopped from how hard he had run. He remembered Asakura’s appearance yesterday and he suddenly understood the man’s pain.
This time, he was forced into the same predicament because his car was at the repair shop for a maintenance check and he had to take the subway. The station was almost twenty minutes away from the agency and he sprinted all the way there. He didn’t stop until he was seated on the sofa in Kyota’s office.
“Right. You’re not late, but you look terrible.” Kyota remarked, his tone carrying a distinct note of displeasure.
“How can you… say that… to me?” Kyosuke asked indignantly, still breathing heavily.
In all honesty, he was quite entitled to feel that way. After all, he was dressed very nicely. He wore a pair of light-colored pants that highlighted his long and straight legs. A pale blue shirt covered his lean upper body, giving him a youthful look.
On his way there. Kyosuke had also worn a brown long coat, which was now thrown beside him on the sofa.
Overall, Kyosuke looked very handsome and attractive. There was no fault to be found with his appearance, other than his slightly tousled hair and sweaty face. But even those only added to his charm and gave him a very attractive vibe.
Kyota looked him over twice, then clicked his tongue. It was unclear what that sound meant, but coming from him it could mean both assent, as well as discontentment.
“If it’s about my face, I can go to the bathroom and wash it.” Kyosuke hazarded a guess.
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He clearly knew Director Kyota’s thoughts well, because the moment he said those words, the Director nodded in agreement and returned his attention back to his documents.
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Also, since Kyosuke had a very friendly personality, at least as long as he didn’t have to interact with Kyota, and never displayed a high and mighty attitude, it was pretty easy to make friends both inside the agency and outside.
After half an hour passed, Kyosuke thought it was finally time to stop the chatter and return. The moment he entered the Director’s office he was met with Kyota’s sharp gaze. Behind those glasses, the man’s dark eyes appeared to be even colder than usual.
Kyota was currently sitting on the sofa, holding several sheets of papers in one hand, while the other was placed casually on the armrest.
The two men stared at each other for a moment, and Kyosuke suddenly had a strange feeling. It was like a tingle that went through his body, stopping inside his stomach. Kyota’s appearance, as well as his gaze, seemed somewhat different than usual. But before he could think further about it, Kyota’s impatient voice brought him back to his senses.
“Let’s talk about your next project.”
Kyota was in full boss mode as he gestured for Kyosuke to take a seat opposite him. After the young man closed the door and took a seat, Kyota continued his speech.
“Since you’ve done unexpectedly well on the X brand project, I’ve assigned you on another one.” Kyota stopped and stared at Kyosuke for a moment. He seemed to be pondering something, but in the end, he merely finished with a few cold words. “You’d better do a good job or else there will be consequences.”
Kyosuke felt a chill going down his spine at these words. His scalp tingled with an ominous feeling and he couldn’t stop his mouth from asking.
“Is it for an underwear brand again?”
“Yes and no. Y brand is more of a bathing suit brand. They also have underwear, but they focus more on male and female bathing suits. Thus, for their next catalog, they asked for a model with a slender, yet well-defined body, that could pull off the image of an attractive youth.” Kyota paused and looked down at the papers he was holding. “I thought your current image fits those requirements, so I recommended you for the job.”
“Eh?! Me?!” Kyosuke felt a bomb exploding inside his head.
His mind instantly recollected what happened last time when he did a photoshoot for an underwear brand. Apart from the fact that it had been his first project of the kind, Kyota had also threatened to drop his contract in case he failed. It took Kyosuke a lot of willpower to do that job well.
During that time, his brain became paste and he finished the photoshoot in a daze. It was as if his soul had already flown out of his body, leaving only an empty shell to be directed on how to stand or where to lay down. If he had to go through that horrible experience again, he was sure his heart would explode due to excessive agitation.
Ignoring Kyosuke’s troubled expression, Kyota continued to speak in a businesslike tone.
“They want to have a preliminary photoshoot that will act as a screening, while the official photoshoot will be held at the beginning of spring. That will give them enough time to find the right people for the job.”
“But… but…” Kyosuke struggled to find his words. “Why me? I am sure there must be another male model that is better suited for this job than I am. You’ve heard what happened last time, right? I was awkward and almost ruined the photoshoot with my attitude. I don’t want to go through that again.” He finished with a slight desperation in his voice.
“The results last time were good in the end. That’s why I am giving you a chance to do even better.” Kyota was immovable in his decision.
Seeing that his pleas were hitting an ice wall, Kyosuke’s temper eventually flared up. In an instant, he had lost his pleading expression and narrowed his eyes at Director Kyota. His entire body emanated a wild vibe.
“What’s this new level of bullying?! Don’t I have a right to refuse a project if I feel uncomfortable with it? You may be the boss, but I still have human rights!”
“We have a contract signed and agreed upon. You are my model and, therefore, I can assign you to any project I deem fit for you. As long as it’s nothing dishonorable or illegal, those human rights you speak of do not apply. Since shooting several photos for a bathing suit catalog is not dishonorable, nor is it illegal by any standard, you have no right to refuse.”
All this while Kyota spoke slowly but firmly, his chilling voice slicing the air like an ice-cold blade.
On the outside, he appeared to be calm and unperturbed by Kyosuke’s outburst. His eyes, however, were glued to the young man’s face with a dark intensity. A strange glint flashed through his dark pupils, causing his gaze to become even deeper.
Kyosuke meanwhile, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. Fury boiled in his bright eyes and his teeth were gritted. A mixture of anger, frustration and disappointment roiled inside his chest, giving him a hard time to think properly. The way he leaned forward on the sofa, Kyosuke looked just like a dangerous feline, ready to pounce and claw Kyota’s handsome face until it became unrecognizable.
It really was too bad that in Kyota’s eyes the current Kyosuke looked more like a puffed-up wild cat instead of the feral leopard Kyosuke imagined himself to be.
Kyota’s voice travelled to Kyosuke’s ears, jerking the young man awake from his murder intent.
“Since the brand is Headquartered in Osaka, they want to hold the photoshoot there before the new year. We’ll be travelling to Osaka next week, so be ready to leave on Monday. The flight departs at 9 a.m. Make sure you’re not late.”
With that, Kyota got up and returned to his desk. Kyosuke was left to sit on the sofa and was completely ignored. His mouth hung open in a silent protest and his eyes were gaping widely. He was thoroughly stupefied by his boss’s current overbearing attitude.
Even though Kyosuke was kind of used to Kyota’s style of doing things, this time he felt something was different. For some odd reason, he felt that Kyota’s attitude was even worse than usual. Did he do something to piss off this terrible ancestor?
Kyosuke remained there motionless, while racking his brains for a while. Yet even after half an hour had passed he still couldn’t figure out what he had done to warrant such an attitude.
A/N: This is it for this weekend’s update. I hope you enjoyed reading the chapters. Kyosuke and Kyota are really a fun pair to write 
See you all next weekend! Until then, wish you a wonderful week ahead!
Why is my dirty mind thinking kyota is looking for excuses to see kyosuke half naked 🤭
Maybe because he is? 😏 🤭 😂 He’s quite cunning
This side cp is so amusing xD
Thank you for the chapter
I’m happy you like them XD I had lots of fun writing them
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I dont like Kyota’s overbearing attitude when it comes to Kyosuke. I dont know how you’re gonna make Kyosuke actually like him.
thanks for the chapter <3
Well, love comes in all shapes and sizes. So, perhaps Kyosuke is someone who needs an overbearing person by his side? Or perhaps Kyota will mellow down slightly? Either way, if there is love, they can make it work in a healthy way. I believe in them 😊
P.S.: Let’s not forget the small hints in Sato and Kyota’s conversation they had in the car… Kyosuke might have considered Kyota somewhat of an idol. Then, maybe he got disillusioned by Kyota’s nasty attitude after actually meeting the man. Hm 🤔
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