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Chance is never to be the one that's knows about romance. Yeah he can have ladies around him whenever he felt like he want to boost his ego but the ones that the couples has? It's a mystery to him.
It's embarrassing to even think about the thought of confessing..but imagine that person you are falling for is not just anyone but the leader of a mafia? Chance rather die than confessing.
Which leads to this consequences.
Locked himself in his bathroom, the running water from the faucet continues. The already red sink with petals has been drained, except for the white petals that is blocking the draining pipe. Chance is on their knees, forehead against the cold metal sink feeling their sore and aching throat.
A groan escapes their lips, weak coughs follows. He felt tears in his eyes. Tears from pain of this disease..how long has it been now? A week? Two? Three? Chance doesn't count. But it's getting painful every single day.
Ring! Ring!
Chance jumps back at the echoing ring tone within his bathroom, it took him a couple of seconds to realize it's actually his phone that sat idly on top of the toilet nearby. He scramble for the device, gripping it tight against his hand as if it's something worth.
He press it open and quickly typed in the password with many failed attempts because of him rushing. His body slightly trembling but he pause when he saw who's calling him..
iTrapped.
Chance felt relief, finally. Something that can distract him than this disease that's slowly killing him..iTrapped is the key..he could perhaps help him survive this. At least iTrapped actually likes him!
Chance has tried to like iTrapped, to fell for him. To love him. But..he just can't, his mind always wanders over to a different man, that man that Chance is still in denial of. Quickly, he hit his chest against his hand and forceful cleared his throat despite feeling the agonizing pain of his throat. He answers the call and force himself to smile.
"Hey! Trappy, what's up?" He ask, trying to sound normal, try to pretend you just woke up. Not throwing up flower petals.
"...you alright? Your voice sounds.. different." Chance laughs it off along with a hand gesture out of habit. "Nah! I'm fine Trap, just woken up y'know? So. What's with the call?" Chance questioned, his face starts to hurt from the smiling but he keep it in.
"..I was wondering if we can get a drink later tonight." He heard iTrapped said as Chance nodded, pressing the phone against his ear. Trying to sound excited. Trying to make himself looking forward for it. "Oh? Alright then! Wh—"
"At Sonnellino's."
That's when Chance felt his world froze in time. His heart beats once and twice..damnit..
"H-huh? Why there?" Chance questioned, his smile straining, trying to sound distraught, trying not to be delighted. Not to be happy in seeing him. "Why not?..it would be fun now wouldn't it?" Chance would swear he can see iTrapped's smirk from that tone. But Chance let out a deep sigh, wincing a little when he felt his throat. "Okay..okay fine. Only for you."
"There we go.. isn't so bad now is it? I'll be waiting." Chance heard the call ended yet he didn't lower his phone down, he stays silent and slowly look at the time. 7:40 AM...
Chance let out a sigh, reaching over to rub his throat. He then turn his head over to the sink that's still running, the mirror...they look like shit..
He has to use make up to make himself look normal, that they wasn't suffering from any disease..it works though.. thankfully. He doesn't know if it's because of their make up job or his luck but whatever works, as long he can keep this disease a secret..Chance rubs his own hands to his face, mumbling some reassurance to himself.
6:00 PM
Chance gotten out of his car and adjust his sunglasses and fedora, making sure to hide the obvious hints. He perk up when they spotted that familiar clothing and that crown. He make himself smile and raises his hand.
It's show time Chance, get up and do what you do best.
"iTrapped!!" Chance calls out cheerfully, ignoring the pain in their throat and lungs to muster that tone. The said individual turn over and smile in seeing Chance. "You made it.." he stated as Chance scoff, pressing their hands in his hips. "Hey, I'm not that often late!" Chance made an act. iTrapped is unreadable, staring but his thoughts are unknown but to himself. He then nodded. "Whatever you say..c'mon." iTrapped gestures him to get inside as he gets in to the casino. Chance stays silent as he follows along, hands in his pockets as he fidgeting the golden coin at one of the pockets, he could feel the petals shifting. Making Chance gulp down his saliva, the taste of copper blood mixed in yet. He didn't say anything.
He tilt his fedora to hide his face even more and gets inside. Hoping not to see him in here..not now.