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A beautiful day greets the city of London. The bright cloud-filled skies, the beautiful breeze, rays of light directly shining on littered skyscrapers, and of the windows of Boatem Incorporated.
In one of the rooms where the sunlight lit, a certain blonde-haired man is up and about, typing on the computer, and fixing the papers that littered his desk. The light of the windows bathes him in golden hues, making him glow, seemingly creating halos on his hair, crystal orb eyes shining like the stars.
He squints at the computer in front of him, the flashing lights making it harder to see. After a few more minutes of scrolling, fixing, and signing, the blonde leaves his desk, papers neatly placed in folders on his right hand.
One last check on his work, and fixing his red coloured suit, matched with a black tie, the blonde makes his way to a specific floor in the office.
White coloured walls and a pastel pink door. The man had reached his destination - the office of the head of Finance. He brings his hand to the door, knocking softly. A faint "come in" is heard from the other side.
"Good Morning Pearl!" Greets the blonde, a large bright smile plastered on his face. "Got anything for me?"
"Morning Grian! Yup. Monthly Financial report coming right up!" The brunette replies, rummaging through the organized cabinet on her right. "Just give me a moment."
"Sure sure. No problem at all." Smiles Grian, admiring the room he was in. He was here a lot, but the area seems to change more than often.
The room has white walls like the rest of the office. But the little Llama decorations scattered around seems to light up the place; it made it more lively. Pearl's table was organized. Her papers filed neatly on her left. A pen holder and a framed picture of her with her boyfriend on the right.
Grian smiles at the photograph. And as if on queue, the very same man comes into the room.
"Heyyy- Oh! Didn’t see you there G! Hello!"
"Morning Impluse." Smiles Grian.
"Morning Impyyy." Pearl greets with a laugh, dragging the nickname in a sing-song manner.
"Good Morning my beautiful." Replies the brunette, giving the seated lady a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Eughh it’s too early for this." Grian fake gags. "Wait till I leave the room, yeah?" He chuckles.
The couple laughs at his remark. "Join the mixers they have on the weekends. Maybe you'll find somebody." Says Impulse, who was now sitting in a seat in front of Pearl.
"Impulse you know there’s. I-" He pauses. "I don’t fancy those."
The two couples look at each other and look back at the blonde. "Right. I have forgotten there is only one man that seems to tug on your heart." Giggles Impulse to which Grian scoffs.
"Heres the report Grian." Smiles Pearl, handing him a pink folder. "Thank you for waiting!"
"Thanks, Pearl appreciate it!" The blonde smiles back. "How about you Impulse? Any files I can send for you?"
The brunette nods. "I do actually. Follow me to my office?" He asks.
After leaving a kiss on Pearl's cheek, Impulse leaves the room with Grian behind him. "See you later Pearl!"
The walk to Impulse's office was fairly short, as it was on the same floor, and was an easy distance from Pearl's office. Which explains why Impulse was there almost every second he can , thought Grian.
A yellow door greets him upon his arrival, standing out from the white walls that the company office sported. The inside, on the other hand, was a whole different story. The walls were black on one side and white on the other. Constant details of the yellow colour littered the room. There in the middle stood a table, littered with papers and pens. The very same photo he saw from Pearl on one of the shelves.
"Excuse the mess." Chuckles Impulse. "I've been planning a lot."
"I don’t mind, I’m quite the same really." The two laugh it off.
"Just let me find the folder I'm looking for... hold on." Impulse laughs, rummaging through the piles of papers on his desk. "Take a seat if you like."
Grian hums as a response and sits on the small couch in front of Impulse's table.
"Oh yeah! That reminds me. Are you free later?" Impulse asks Grian, still looking for his folder.
"Well, I'd have to see. Why is that?"
"Pearl, Scar, and I planned dinner together. I was wondering if you would like to come along?" Impulse gives the blonde a half-smile.
"I'll see about it. I'll text you when I can. Just send me the address."
"Sounds good! Thank You, man!" The brunette smiles.
The brunette stands up and walks over to the couch Grian was comfortably sitting on. "And here’s the folder. Thank you again!"
"Thanks, Impulse! See you later!" The blonde waves goodbye before leaving the room.
Now with two folders in hand, Grian is on his way to his last stop - the H.R office. A room that would be on a completely different floor. A room that passed by the rest of the workers. The blonde checks his wristwatch for the time, before making his way towards the main halls.
Immediately as the blonde enters the room, all eyes are suddenly on him. The ladies in the room start whispering, some verbally saying hi, some waving. And a few others who actually had the nerve to approach him, blocking his path to the office.
"Good Morning Sir." A lady smiles at him, batting her eyelashes as she did so.
"Ah. Good Morning." Grian tried his best to not force the smile.
Another girl approaches him. "Good Morning sir. I made these for you." She shyly hands him a box filled with cookies.
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
Grian likes attention, but to have this much on such an early and busy day, It wasn’t ideal for the blonde. He had a schedule to follow, and he was falling behind. Besides, attention from a specific person is the only attention he needs. If only Scar could come out his office and rescue him.
As if the heavens had heard his pleas, the man he was looking for comes into the room. "Excuse me, everyone, let us let the man breathe." As soon as the words were spoken, the ladies dispersed and hurriedly go back to their seats.
Grian smiles in relief. "Good Morning Scar. Thank you for that." He whispers to the hat-wearing man.
"Don’t mention it." Scar whispers back, sending a wink his way. The two chuckle, as the brunette's hands make their way towards Grian’s waist, pulling both of them out of the room.
What they didn’t notice, were a pair of sad raven dark eyes, that looked at them from across the room.
Again, Grian is greeted with white walls, and this time a maroon coloured door. Scar still had his arms around his waist, leading him into the room.
"How can I help you today?" Asks Scar who was now seated on his chair.
"First of all, thank you for saving me there." Grian giggles, placing the cookies he received earlier on the table. "Oh yeah, and keep these."
"Why you’re welcome. It’s no biggie. Oh, and thank you for the cookies." Smiles Scar.
"And second, I’m here to pick up papers, reports. Anything for the CEO himself."
Scar freezes for a moment, his eyes slightly squinting, as if he was trying to remember where his papers were. "How about... Can I interest you... in some coffee?" He smiles.
"Scar. I need the H.R report today."
"Yes, of course, of course... let me just... it’s here..." The brunette rummages through his work. "Sure you don’t want tea or hot choco with the cookies?"
"You misplaced it didn’t you?"
Scar puts his head down in shame. "Yes, I did."
Grian laughs out loud. "Oh Scar! Go find it. I’ll give you a few minutes. If you cant hand it over right now, 3 pm is the deadliest deadline." The blonde smirks at the panicking male.
"Yes yes it’s here... I think." He mumbles the last part.
Grian laughs at the taller male, as he makes his way towards one of the chairs. "So, dinner later?" The blonde asks, his laughter dying down.
"Yeah! This fancy restaurant in town serves really good food. They have karaoke and private rooms!" Scar smiles, hands still rummaging his cabinet for the folder. "Are you coming?"
Grian fixes his tie. "I'm not so sure yet. Mumbo has a meeting with Big Eye Co. later this afternoon. He might need assistance."
Scar chuckles, eyeing the blonde with a teasing stare. "Ah, priorities." He chuckles.
"Yes Scar, I prioritize work and I don’t misplace my monthly report." Grain smirks.
"Ah-hey! I swear I have it!" Grian chuckles at the response.
"Sure sure. Hurry up then, I leave in 5 minutes." Laughs the blonde.
"Sure thing. Think about Mumbo while you wait." Laughs the brunette.
Grian pauses. "Honestly though Scar. Mumbo is..." He pauses, reluctant to continue his sentence.
Scar notices this and sets aside his joke, apologizing as he did so. "It’s okay Gri, no need to explain yourself." He smiles a gentle smile.
"I’m just... well, torn. Confused on what to do." The blonde sighs.
"Take your time to think." Scar gives him a reassuring smile. "I’m here if you need anything."
Mumbo is the CEO of Boatem Inc. and an old friend of Grian. They've met sometime along their senior years, bonding over their shared love for games and films. Ever since, the two were inseparable, to the point that they handle a big corporation with each other on the side.
Along those years of friendship, the blonde-haired boy developed something for the CEO. As days passed, the feelings grew. At first, the blonde was oblivious of it, until, on a certain day, the feelings became clear.
The two were hanging out in Mumbo's house to play some games. They were in college back then. Mumbo was seated on the edge of the bed, controller in hand, eyes focused on the game playing on the screen. The two had just ordered food, and Grian was tasked to go downstairs to converse with the delivery man, as Mumbo was too shy to communicate.
The blonde successfully attained the well-packaged food and was excitedly running up the stairs. He opens the door, excitedly running into the room when he tripped on the rug, falling directly towards the edge of the bed frame.
Grian closed his eyes, readying himself for the impact. As if they were in a film, everything was in slow motion for the blonde. The way he fell, the way the package fell directly on the floor, Mumbos reaction - it was all so painfully slow.
The impact didn’t come. Instead, he was caught in the big strong arms of his best friend. He froze for a moment because of the sudden movement. Then he looked up, into raven dark pupils and a gorgeous face, covered in emotions of worry.
"Are you okay?" Asked Mumbo.
Grian couldn’t reply. At that moment, sparks of emotions exploded within him like fireworks. The face of his friend was imprinted in his mind. Suddenly everything was quiet as if the world stopped. The surroundings blurred and all he saw was Mumbo. His beautiful jet black hair, dark orbs, gorgeous features, strong stature, his plump pink lips.
Since when was he so? So beautiful.
"Grian?" A worried voice asks, bringing the blonde back into reality.
"Wha- what?" He mumbles, trying to sit up and regain his composure.
"Are you alright? Did you hit yourself anywhere?" The raven-haired places his arms on Grian's shoulders, looking at him for any possible injuries.
The places he touched sparked, and once again Grian was filled with butterflies. Everything about Mumbo was amplified. He knew Mumbo really well, but details that the blonde already knew about him seemed to stand out more.
Had I not noticed you before?
"I- yes. It's fine. I’m fine."
Ever since that day, Grian knew that the frustrating feelings he had for his friend were more than just friendship. Although he would never say it out loud, he knew he had a crush on the male. All he could do was accept it silently.
Moments forever imprinted in his mind, one that he could never forget. Mumbo's laugh and Mumbo's smile, a sight to behold. The blonde had managed to keep this crush a secret for years. The duration of these times, his feelings grew stronger, with the feeling of frustration and fear lingering behind.
"I found it! Oh gosh! I thought I lost it for a second!" Scar's joyous remarks bring Grian out of his reminiscing.
"Well done Scar." Grian chuckles as he accepts the maroon-coloured folder from the brunette’s hands. "And? Stickers? Really?"
"They're cute! Makes my folder stand out!" The hat-wearing man replies.
Grian chuckles. "Alright then, ill see you in a bit Scar! Thank you!"
After closing the maroon-coloured door, Grian lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. He had gathered all the papers he needed. His final destination awaits - The office of the CEO. Joy.
After a few minutes of walking and using the elevator, he had reached the floor of the CEO. Grian comes face to face with the ever so familiar black door. The blonde smiles.
Black suits him.
Fixing his composure and his physical state, he knocks softly on the door. No response. He knocks again. No response.
With a sigh, he opens the door and welcomes himself in. He is greeted by an empty chair and a neatly organized table. The CEO was nowhere to be seen. His bag was on the chair, implying that he was indeed in the building, although not in his office.
Grian carefully places the four folders on the CEO's table, fixing the minor mess on the side as he did so. He had time to spare, so he decided to organize the pens as well, even managing to clean the entirety of the room, humming a tune as he did so.
His cleaning rhythm was disrupted when the door opens and in comes the man he was looking for. A chuckle echoed in the room. The very same one replaying on his head. Bells, songs, a melody he was so addicted to, one he can’t get rid of.
"Is there a gremlin in my office?" Jokes Mumbo, fixing his tie as he makes his way towards his room.
There stands the man of his dreams. Compose yourself Grian.
"No sir, just me." He laughs in response.
Mumbo rolls his eyes, approaching the table ever so slowly. "Again with the sir. We've known each other for so long. It’s just weird." He sits on his chair.
"It's just to keep the formalities, Mumbo Jumbolio." The blonde-haired smirks.
"Yep. There it is." The two chuckle.
"How may I help you today? Sir Charleston." Mumbo says, teasing.
"Well, as a matter of fact, sir Jumbo. I am here to give you more stress." The blonde says as he places the stack of paper at the edge of the CEO's table.
Mumbo laughs loudly at his remark. "My word-" He giggles. "Well, hand them in? I guess?"
Laughter like honey. Sweet, oh so sweet.
"Here is the monthly financial report from Pearl." Grian hands him the first stack of paper, all neatly placed in a pink folder.
"Thank You. Thank you." Mumbo smiles.
Smile, brighter than the sun. Blinding.
"Scar's H.R reports." He hands over a maroon folder, littered with stickers.
"I like the stickers." Mumbo chuckles.
"And Impulse, with his Industrial reports. And a plan for new machinery." Grian places a yellow folder on the table.
"I haven’t been to the Industrial district in a while haven’t I?" Smiles Mumbo, taking carefully the folders and placing them on his shelf.
"Impulse inserted pictures in. The place looks amazing under his care." Grian smiles.
"Well, I’m sure about that. Is that all the stress you have for me today, Gri?" Chuckles the CEO, eyeing the blonde. The use of the nickname makes the other blush.
"Well... your meeting with Big Eyes Co is today." Grian replies, checking on the schedules he set on his phone.
"Right. At 5 pm today. Can I have a meeting room prepared?"
"Um. Sir Double O has informed me that he has reserved a place to meet." Grian says as he places the paper with the address in front of the taller male.
"I see. Thank You Gri! That certainly will save us more time." Mumbo smiles the brightest smile, and Grian’s heart skips a beat.
"Shall I accompany you later?" Grian asks, a bit shy this time.
"Well...I've heard from Impulse you are joining the mixer today. I believe the meeting will end really late..."
"The mixer?" Grian asks, confused.
The mixer is a blind date. Impulse didn’t say that to him, did he?
"You don’t have to go with me. Have fun with the others. You help me enough. Take this break as a gift from your best friend, not the CEO." Mumbo chuckles.
The aching feeling returns.
"Well... alright. Thank you Mumby." Grian smiles.
"No problem man." He smiles. "I guess that would be all?" Asks the taller male.
Unless you want to stay a little longer.
I’d love to stay a little longer.
"I guess so. Well, see you around Mumbyyy!" Smiles the blonde, engulfing the other in a hug before leaving the room.
The rest of their days were spent on office work, piles of papers, and a bright screen.
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A yawn escapes the raven haired's lips as he stretched his body. Sitting on the chair all day certainly had taken its toll on his joints. The CEO picks up his phone, checking the time, only to see that he had a few more minutes to spare before the meeting starts.
He rubs his temples, silently groaning. "It’s all complicated." Mumbo mutters under his breath.
The day had not been so kind to the raven-haired male. He started the morning off with a coffee stain on his suit, which he had to get cleaned hours ago. He arrived at his office, immediately greeted with loads of paperwork. And to add salt to the wound, his feelings were all over the place. It’s been quite a ride.
Still, on his phone, the CEO checked his overflowing messages, when a certain contact number caught his eye. A message sent 30 minutes ago.
> Mumby work is boring.
> I realize that I’m saying this to my boss.
> 🦜 Pesky Bird 🦜
> I think you should reply to me, I am far more important than work
> I almost forgot I have work too 🤕
Mumbo chuckles at Grian's messages, and for a while he forgot about the fatigue that was slowly swallowing his body. Grian was like that, a ray of sunshine that never ceases to make your day better. He always knew how to make someone smile.
> Hello Gri the boss says your salary will be cut due to slacking off at work
> Did you know I have a pesky bird too? 🐔
> Have you finished work? I’m absolutely knackered
> Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶.̶
A slight tint of red lingered on the CEO’s face, as he realized what he was about to do. With a sigh, he turns off his phone, standing up from his seat to admire the scenery that his windows provided.
Golden hues filled the room as he opened the curtains, the sun facing him directly. Below he sees people were rushing on and about, going on with their days. People laughing and chatting as they walked on the pavement.
With a sigh, the CEO checks his watch, only to see that time has passed faster than he expected. How long had he been daydreaming? In a hurry, he packed his bag with important files, fixed himself, and proceeded to exit his office, after locking the room.
Upon exiting the elevator, on one of the floors he comes face to face with the sun of his life. The man he always loves to see.
"Mumbyyy! Hello!" Grian greets with a smile.
"Fancy seeing you here." Mumbo smiles.
"Mumbo I work here." They chuckle. "To the meeting already?" Inquires the blonde, slowly following the raven-haired man.
"Yep. I’m behind schedule actually. I got lost in the paperwork." The taller male chuckles.
"Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you there, Mumbo?" The blonde asks, lightly panting from the light run.
"No need. You go with the others. Rest up, you deserve it." Mumbo gives a half-smile, picking up the keys from his pocket.
"Well, if you say so. Stay safe then Mumbo. Call me when you need anything." Mumbo smiles at Grian as a response, exiting the building as he does so. He then drives away, leaving Grian alone at the entrance of the door.
The drive to the venue was swift and silent. Too silent, despite having the radio on the whole drive there. The feelings running through the CEO's head were much louder.
I wish you came. Your laughter would drown all these thoughts out. If only you weren’t the source of all these conflicting emotions.
With a final turn to the right, Mumbo arrives at his destination. A gothic Victorian-styled building meets his view. "Quite fancy." He whispers to himself. After parking and locking his car, the tall male makes his way to the entrance.
Inside he was greeted with beautiful interior design. Intricate and delicate details filled the room, preserving the very same gothic victorian era style that the exterior building expresses. Light chattering, soft music, and the savory smell of food set the mood, bringing everything together.
Mumbo follows the escort as she makes turns around the area, finally reaching a specific door. "Your area sir." The lady smiles before saying goodbye. With a smile and a thank you, Mumbo enters the room. On the large table, there sat the Big Eyed Crew themselves, sharing a laugh.
The meeting went on with a blur. The deals of the meeting went successfully, and the four were now having a fine meal. During the duration of the meeting, the CEO's head was throbbing in pain, his emotions and lack of sleep made everything so confusing. His head kept running back towards a certain blonde-haired boy.
The thought of him made him smile, yet at the same time, it ached. Why was that?
-
In a restaurant, a few blocks away from the CEO, three people were on their seats, a tad tipsy as they enjoyed their food while waiting for a certain blonde-haired man who was running a bit late.
"Grians here!" They exclaim as they notice the ever so familiar red suit coming into the room.
"Sorry, caught up with papers." The blonde smiles apologetically as he sat on the empty couch.
With the food arriving just on time, the three spent the night chatting, eating, drinking, and simply enjoying themselves.
After hours of drinking, from the three only Impulse stood tall, handling his liquor well to be the only one sober within the group. Scar was out just three glasses in, Pearl was almost out cold, and Grian was in his seat, red faced and sulking.
"My cat Jellie is really adorable!" Mumbles a drunk Scar.
Impulse laughs at the image presented to him. Scar and Pearl were talking about llamas and cats. Bringing out their phones to present pictures, their laughter filling up the room.
"I have a cat too! Look at him in a llama costume!" Pearl shares, taking her phone out to show a picture as well.
The two went on, talking about cats, llamas and crystals. A momentary silence engulfed them, (well, apart from the chatter and the music) till Grian bursts out sobbing, alerting the others with him.
"G? Are you okay?" Asks Impulses standing up to approach him.
Grian doesn’t respond and instead continues his soft sobbing. This caught Scars attention and the hat-wearing man approaches the blonde, engulfing him in a soft hug while kissing his forehead. After doing this, Scar stands up and almost vomits on the floor.
"Okay! Were going home. I think that’s enough for today." Impulse says as he catches Scar from almost tumbling on the ground.
"Gri? That sounds good? I'll take you home. May I know your address?" Asks the brunette. He gets no response as Grian sits on the corner curled up in a ball.
"Okay…" He mumbles as he tries to keep both Scar and Pearl balanced on their feet. "I'll take you two to the car, starting with you Scar."
One by one, the sober Impulse brings Scar and Pearl into his car, making sure they’re both safe and comfortable in their seats (also putting a plastic bag near the two in case they vomited all over his car that was just recently cleaned).
The brunette comes back inside only to see Grian still curled up in a ball. "Whats up Gri?" He asks in a soft voice, sitting in front of Grian.
A sniffle. "He doesn’t love me…" Whispers the drunk blonde.
Impulse shot him a sad look, understanding what he meant. "Well, how could you be so sure?"
"CEOs from other companies will recommend their daughters to Mumbo, forcing him to marry one of them for the sake of the company. And then Mumbo complies, and he will be taken away!" Grian sobs.
"It's not like that G… You'll never know, he may feel the same way. It's how he looks at you." Impulse smiles gently. Grian sobs.
"Now, let's get you home." Impulse sighs, as he tries to carry the blonde in his current state. Yet the smaller male stays in place.
The brunette huffs, taking a sip of water as he sat across the blonde. An Idea pops in his mind and immediately he takes his phone out.
-
With the shake of hands and a few hugs, Mumbo watches as the Big Eye Crew drives away in their cars. He was left alone in the night, the cold breeze hitting him, taking away the stress and fatigue that plagued his mind and body. He sighed in content, a smile tugging on his face.
Upon entering the car, his phone buzzes. It was from Impulse, asking him to come to the venue.
Were they still out?
He paused and pondered, a bit reluctant. With a short response to the text and a sigh, the ravenette drives off to the venue.
Upon his arrival, he was greeted with blinding neon lights and an almost empty room. Glasses of beer and plates of finished food littered the table. The brunette sat on one of the chairs, a red blob of Grian curled up across him.
"Sorry to call you in like this. I know you are really busy. I’m taking Scar and Pearl home but I don’t know Grian's address." Impulse tells the taller male.
"No worries, Impulse. Where is everyone?" The CEO chuckles.
"The two are sound asleep in the car. And well... there’s Gri." Smiles Impulse.
I thought they were having a mixer?
"I'll go ahead Mumbo, I appreciate this!"
Mumbo and Grian are left alone in silence, when Grian looks up and smiles the brightest smile and starts giggling, his sobbing died down a few moments before Mumbo arrived. Who knew the blonde would be so moody when drunk?
"Gri? I’ll bring you home okay? It’s me Mumbo." Says the CEO, patting the blonde on the back.
"Mumbo Jumbo I will take your mustache away!" Grian giggles, hands sliding to both sides of Mumbo's face, leaning closer and closer to the raven-haired. Mumbo blushes beet red at the action.
"I... Sure Grian." The raven-haired chuckles shyly, embarrassed of the situation. Grian giggles as a response to this. "You are so handsome." He hiccups. The CEO turns even redder than before.
He assists Grian, putting the smaller male’s arm over his back for support. (Grian couldn’t reach his shoulders because Mumbo was far taller than the blonde). When Grian tries standing up, he loses his balance and almost faces plants to the floor, until Mumbo catches him.
Grian giggles again. "Strong Mumby Jumbyyy!"
Who knew Grian was so giggly when he was drunk with friends. Usually in corporal meetings, the blonde can handle his liquor well. How much did he drink tonight to put him in such a state?
Because Grian couldn’t stand, Mumbo decided to carry him bridal style. Hands supporting the back of the smaller male. Mumbo picks Grian up, the smaller flinching at the sudden movement, resulting in him placing both his arms around Mumbo, snuggling at the base of his neck.
Mumbo's breath hitches, feeling ticklish, as Grian kept nuzzling his head on Mumbos neck unconsciously. He carries the blonde slowly to the car, placing him in the driver’s seat. He struggled. Grian was so stubborn, he didn’t want to let go of Mumbo when he placed him down.
"Gri were in the car now. I’ll place you down." Mumbo says in a gentle voice, placing Grian slowly at the front seat.
Grian was stuck on him like a leech. "Noooooo~" He whines. After a while Mumbo got him to comply.
The car ride was silent. The radio is a low volume and small snores coming from the smaller male were Mumbo's only source of company as he drove.
Moving the blonde required less effort when he was asleep. He was peaceful, his eyes shut softly, slightly parted lips, face glowing under the moonlit sky.
An angel.
Mumbo opens the door, using the spare key he has of Grian's home. He takes out the other's coat and shoes before placing him on the bed. Went to the kitchen, got water and medicine prepared on the small table near the bed.
After drinking water and one last look at the blonde, Mumbo was prepared to leave, when he heard the shuffling of bedsheets. He comes face to face with beautiful blue orbs and a sleepy expression.
"Gri? You alright?" He whispers, gently approaching the side of the bed.
Grian looks at him, dazed, and begins giggling again. "You're everywhere Mumbo. Always there."
Mumbo shoots him a questioning look.
"Everywhere I go you are there. In front of me, in my mind. You are just there. Being you."
With a yawn, Grian stares at him. Blue eyes to black.
"You. Mumbo. The talented, caring, handsome you." He chuckles. "Amazing personality, beauty, and brains. You have everything." He pauses.
"It’s no wonder why everyone likes you. Asks your hand in marriage. Flirts with you. Everyone falls for you."
Mumbo stays silent, unable to speak.
"It’s why I fell for you. Whatever trance you put on me." He laughs, rubbing his eyes.
What?
"I don’t think I can handle it anymore."
"One last time Mumbo. I want to tell you how I feel.. even if it’s just in my dreams. One first and last kiss before I let you go."
The blonde leans in, closer and closer, hand reaching out to the CEO's face.
"I like you Mumbo Jumbo. You spoon."
Mumbo stood there stunned. Shocked yet ecstatic. Grian liked him back! It was overwhelming, in a good way.
The CEO leaned in to the kiss, placing his hands on Grians waist. They kiss for a while. Not sloppy, not too heated. Just a soft meaningful kiss on the lips. One that truly displayed the feelings they had for each other.
Breaking apart, Mumbo looks at Grian, giving him a hug. "Grian, Its not a dream... I.. love you back!"
He hears snoring. Grian fell asleep. Like an angel, he glowed. In peaceful slumber. With a smile, Mumbo puts a blanket over his beloved, kissing the blonde on the cheek as he did so.
He writes something on a piece of paper leaving it on Grian’s side table before heading home.
Please take care of yourself. You have the morning off tomorrow. Come to work in the afternoon only if you can.
Oh and it’s definitely not a dream. The feeling is mutual.
Mumbo
-
Rays of light fall on top of the sleeping male, waking him up from his slumber. With a yawn he blinks his eyes open, only to be greeted immediately by a raging headache. He groans, sitting up, taking the conveniently placed glass of water from his side table.
For a while, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings, till his cons and rods adjust to the light that fills the room. He was home. But how? With a raging headache still punching him in the head, the blonde tries to recall the events that unfolded that night.
He remembers the food, the bright lights, loud music, and laughter. He remembers the glasses of alcohol. The smell clouding his senses. He remembers sobbing. He remembers the night so clearly, but he doesn't know who brought him home.
He sits still sipping his water when memories of his dream flash before his eyes. Mumbo. Overflowing emotions, black orbs, soft lips on him. The aching feeling returns. What a taunting dream.
Slipping off his dazed state, the blonde looks for medicine to relieve his headache, eyeing the time on his clock. "I'm late!" He scrambles out of his bed as he looks closely at the clock. 10.07 am. In a rush, he decided to put his drowsiness aside and take a swift bath, changing into his office clothes after. That is when a piece of paper caught his eye.
He eyes it, picks it up, and decides to read it. With every word he reads, joy sparks up within him. Warmth rises up his cheeks and for a while, he doubted the paper. He had to know, he had to see for himself. In a rush, he takes his keys and enters his car, driving as fast as he can to the office. He almost smashes the car door as he closes it in a hurry. Fumbling with the keys as he locks it.
He reaches the elevator. His foot taps in impatience, as he presses the number he wishes to be in. Finally reaching the floor he was in, he swiftly walks the hallways. Passing by a happy yet confused Scar on the way there.
"Good Morning!... G? I thought Mumbo said you have the day off today?"
"Hi Scar no time to chat. Bye!" He waves as he rushes past him. A soft "Oh okay!" Is heard as he runs further away.
The black door was coming closer into view as the blonde moves. He runs faster to the office like he was about to lose a race. With all his might, he opens the door. A bit too harsh, as it makes a noise loud enough for everyone to hear. Inside, the focused CEO was startled, hand clutched in his chest.
"Grian?" Mumbo looks up from his paperwork.
The said blonde didn’t pause and instead, hurriedly goes in front of the CEO. Pulling his tie hard and engulfing him into a kiss. He wanted to explode as he felt the taller male reciprocate, caught off guard at first. Grian walks towards Mumbo, placing himself on his lap and pulling him even deeper.
The world was simply irrelevant. All the two could feel were sparks of electricity all over their bodies. Their hearts beating loudly, minds racing in joy. They were finally kissing each other after years of pining.
Pulling apart for air, they both chuckle. Large smiles plastered on their faces as they locked gazes.
"I’m... happy you feel the same." Mumbo smiles. The two hug each other for a while, bathed in comfortable silence.
"So I guess? This-? We? I-" Grian breaks the silence with an unsure question.
"Grian, will you… well… be my? My…" Stutters the CEO.
The two laugh. "Will you, Mumbo? Because I certainly want to." Smiles the blonde.
"Id… love to. A relationship. You, me. Yes." The CEO blushes.
The two, once more, engulf each other in a kiss. Softer this time, as they bathed in each other's company, happy to finally have their worries and doubts set aside.
"Now as much as I want to stay like this, I have to work. And I think so do you." Laughs the CEO.
"Aww but why." Grian whines.
"I don’t think you have the right to complain. You had your morning off!" Laughs Mumbo.
"But there are other things to do that are so much better than work." The smaller male, still on Mumbos lap, starts shuffling in place, grinding on the CEO's lower half.
Mumbo almost lets out a groan. "I... wait..Gri-" He stutters. The blonde giggles and leaves one last kiss on Mumbos lips before standing up.
"Have a great day at work, sir. See you later." Grian bites the other’s earlobe, exaggerating the word 'sir' as he leaves a very flustered Mumbo alone in the room.
"I love you!" The blonde smiles.
"I love you too."
I’m glad it wasn't a dream.