Lol, thank you for that. It makes me happy that you guys like the story. And apparently someone is binge reading my stories; and I must say that I'm not a fan of my older work, personally. I guess it's because I can't connect with them towards life (other than the shit grammar), but yeah. Enjoy


Chapter 6: On the Edge

Len's P.O.V.

3:29 p.m.


Just as Kaito said, he came to my apartment a little after three. Luckily Rin was able to help me postpone our get-together for a time later in the week. I know she knew I just didn't want to go to the outting, but she didn't question me about it; but it's mostly because she can relate to how annoying it is.

Breaking my gaze away from the window I glaced over towards the bluenette, watching him keep focus on the road.

He wore a white tank that had the Michael Kohr logo plastered on the front; revealing both of his tattoo sleeves to my surprise. `Sweet lord, this guy just keep getting better with less clothes. Buff arms and they're tatted the fuck up. He just went from a snack, to a whole appetizer over night.' I lowly hummed to myself.

He had a sleek black watch on his left wrist, black drop-crotch pants, along with his hair being combed back; showing his face even more. His eyebrows were a bit darker, but they suited him. But his jawline was damn near perfect.

"Before I forget, when you get a chance, can you tell Gumi to stop apologizing to me? I understand she feels bad, but I feel like she doesn't believe me when I tell her that I didn't have a problem with what happened yesterday." He then pipped up all of a sudden; snapping me out of my daydream.

I gave a brief laugh once I remembered Gumi's conversation earlier.

I waved it off and told him, "I'll tell her, but just ignore her. Give her about a day; she'll calm down."

He shrugged. "I guess." then peeked over to me. "It seems like you like dressing relaxed." He then commented.

He wasn't wrong, technically. I had my hair down and decided to put on my grey beanie, black and white oversized flannel-hoodie, open, black shorts that stopped mid-thigh, white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses, white-chucks, and a single thin gold-figaro chain that sat on my neck.

"Relaxed and stylish, for your information" I told him a-matter-of-factly, causing him to crack a smile. "But as far as I can see, you're over here looking some type of way." I then quickly eyed him up and down.

"Some type of way? Is that subliminal for me looking good? You think I look good?" He quickly snapped back. I couldn't help but start snickering under my breath, trying to bite my tongue to stop. "What? Were you surprised I had a lot of tattoo's?" He then questioned as he turned the car into a parking-lot.

"Let's not get cocky. And I saw the tattoos on your fingers yesterday, but I didn't expect you to have full sleeves. Over here gonna have people thinking you're part of the Yakuza." I joked, making him give a low laugh as he turned the engine off. "Anyway; what is this place?" I asked; quickly taking off my seatbelt.

He did the same and opened the door the same time as me; the both of us stepping out and closing the doors.

"Korean barbecue. Can't really go wrong with it." He quickly mentioned as I walked over to follow him towards the entrance.

`Mmm, I seriously hadn't had korean barbecue in months! And it's always all you can eat' I thought to myself as I began to smell meat cooking the minute we stepped inside; causing my stomach to growl lowly.

He quickly eyed the hostess and told her, "For two."

The lady wasted no time grabbing two menus and telling us, "Right this way!" Before she began escorting us to an empty booth with a grill in the middle of the table.

We both sat across from one another. The hostess sat the menu's down and quickly brought a pair of tongs out to light the grill and kindle the fire to heat it up. "Is there anything I can start you off to drink? Any selection of meat?" She then said.

The two of us odered water and agreed on brisket for the time being; and with that, the lady quickly left to put the order in.

After she had left, I looked across to catch the bluenette staring right at me. I rose a brow and scooted my menu to the side. "Something you want to say?" I told him.

He only shook his head and smirked. "What is there not to say? There's plenty to talk about." He simply responded.

I honestly couldn't argue to that. So I gave a slight shrug and responded, "...True. I guess I should ask; but what made you work at a music shop? Just for a wage?"

He shook his head once again and chuckled. "Not at all. I actually really just love music, and it'd be perfect for me to have anything music-related added to my resume. Plus the amount of people that come and go that are musicians themselves is evident. I figured I could build connections within the music scene, because I'd love to write music for muscians. Specifically for rock." He explained.

"Oh wow! That's actually pretty cool that you got a plan together, but it must be hard." I couldn't help but smile a tiny bit after hearing his idea.

"Fuck, it is! It's only because certain bands are reluctant to give it a try, or to sign the financial contract I give them if they agree to use my song. The financial part makes sense, but ghostwriters are always being used. I don't see a problem with it, but I'm not mad. I'm currently talking to an uprising band that's interested in one of the songs I wrote. If they sign my contract, I'll show them how to sing it." He laughed near the end.

`At least he has a plan, and he's smart about it if he has contracts ready to hand out. ... Hell, it's not even usual for someone to say they want to be a ghostwriter. An author? Maybe. But a ghostwriter? Hell no.' I briefly thought to myself as the waitress from earlier sat our glasses of water on the table, along with the plates of brisket.

She told us she'd come back to check on us later, then left.

Instead of waiting for the bluenette, I grabbed one of the plates and dumped the meat onto the grill in a hurry; letting my hunger take over. He just sat and stared at me as I grabbed the other and dumped the rest onto it as well, setting the plate aside, and grabbing the tongs to stir the meat around.

"Damn, hungry much?" He made a slick comment.

I only paused to stick up my middle finger, rolling my eyes at him.

This had only made him laugh even more. "Relax; I'm just teasing you. You're spicey as hell" he commented.

"Then drink your water if you can't handle the heat." I quickly retorted; biting my tongue to hold back a laugh as I peeked up to see him raising a brow at me.

"You've no idea what heat is till I deal with you" He then began to smirk, catching my attention once more. "Telling me to drink water; you might need an extinguisher for my type of heat." And with that, I caught the site of his tongue roaming across his bottom lip, quickly.

`He most definitely got some type of heat; over here about to make me fan myself. Especially with him licking his lips like that, mmm~' I lazily dragged the tongs across the grill as I eyed the bluentte intently. `I'm hungry for this food, but he's making me thirsty for him. Hell, I'm not that easy though.'

Once I saw that the brisket was pretty much done, I scooped some of the meat onto my plate and then handed the tongs to him so he could grab his portion.

33 minutes later

For the most part of our time at the restaurant, we mostly just ate and talked a little more about our jobs, school, and every other basic icebreaker question; even shared some occasional laughs here and there.

"I'm telling you, my parents were livid as hell when they found out I immediately dropped out from the university. Like my mom called me, cursing her ass off about what I did; but how the fuck was I going to pay off that tuition? There was no way in hell I was going to fall in debt for a school I didn't give a shit about." He laughed near the end as I joined him. "My dad just completely stopped talking to me, and I honestly didn't care. Any parent that's into politics try to hide any negative shit in their record. So I basically had my family cut ties with me all because I dropped out, began to get tattoos, etc."

"But you would think since your dad is a politician, he would cover your tuition cost, right?" I questioned.

"Exactly, but he's a bastard." He laughed. "But hey, I'm satisfied with the way I am. I could never imagine myself being professional and peppy."

`Neither can I. Especially now that I see how sexy this guy is' "Yeah, the way you are, even though I've spoken to you for two days so far, is very laid back. Not a bad kind of laid back, but you're very open." I told him as we waited for the waitress to come back with his credit card.

"Pretty much"

As soon as the waitress came back with his card, we finally got up from our seats and made our way towards the exit.

Right when we stepped outside, he nudged me on my side and said, "So, should we hang out a little more? Or would you rather I dropped you off back home?"

I teasingly nudged him back and shrugged before we got into the car as soon as he unlocked the doors. It took us little to no time to buckle ourselves in. "Well I could really go for a hot bath to soak." I mindlessly said.

"Oh yeah? Maybe we can hit up a hotspring and get to know eachother, ... minus our clothes" The bluenette dangerously husked, but in my mind, it was like he called out to me in a deep, laced, purr.

`Mmph! He could talk to me all day like that, and I'll just sit here looking at him like god called my name, like an idiot.' "Pretty bold to suggest on a first date. But it was a nice attempt." I nearly chuckled once I saw him give a fake dramatic hurt-expression.

"Well at least you considered this a date" He then pointed out; almost making me hitch my breath. He immediately caught my reaction and smirked. "No take-backs"

I eyed him quietly for a moment before I slapped his shoulder and rolled my eyes. "Just shut up and take me back home."

"Don't act cold; you know you're feeling me" he began to laugh as he started his car.

"And how do you know that?" I leaned a little closer towards him and poked his bicep, eyeing him.

"Why wouldn't I? You tried to kiss me last night while you were standing on your toes" `Why the fuck would he bring that up all of a sudden?!' I immediately backed up and snapped my gaze towards the window; trying my hardest not to smack ny hand on his mouth.

"I was drunk, you prick." I lowly murmured.

"And I was sober, getting ready to try those lips. Too bad you passed out." He then husked cooly to me. "But we'll speak more about that later when I text you."

I couldn't control myself from bouncing my knee as I listened to him. `...Damn him. He's teasing my ass like it's nothing.'