Akihito stayed still, recognizing t

Akihito stayed still, recognizing the change of tone in the yakuza. Asami hardly called Akihito by his surname but when he did, it was an indication that he wasn't pleased with Akihito.

"Where are you taking me?" Akihito asked when Asami carried him out of the apartment.

With a hand around Asami's neck to support himself, Akihito glanced backwards and saw Kirishima locking his apartment door. Asami's bulky guard, Suoh was walking in front, leading the way.

The door to the limousine was already opened for them and Asami slid into the vehicle gracefully, carrying Akihito with him.

Cool air immediately greeted Akihito and the photographer nearly purred, welcoming the comfort. "Where are you taking me?" he asked again.

Asami did not answer but from the instruction he gave Suoh, Akihito knew they were heading to the hospital. Never fond of medical centers, Akihito struggled. "No, put me down. I don't want to go."

Loosening his grip, the yakuza said, "Suit yourself but judging from your injury, I don't think you can recover in a day or two."

"Hah, you think I care? I can take care of myself," the photographer said stubbornly.

"—even if you won't be able to work for a few weeks?" Asami interrupted smoothly, gazing at Akihito.

Akihito stilled. Damn him, why did he have to rub it in? Still seated on Asami's lap, Akihito shifted his position.

"And I ran into your landlady just now. It seems you're a month behind on your rents?"

Temper flared, he gazed his fiery eyes at Asami, "You – you have no right to ask questions like that."

"I didn't but the old lady was desperate to collect her payment," Asami informed him, his fingers tracing Akihito's pursed lips.

"Stop it, you pervert." Akihito slapped the hand away.

Asami cupped Akihito's chin firmly, forcing the boy to look at him. "Is that how you should talk to your savior?"

The photographer looked confused. "What savior?" Then, his eyes widened. "Don't tell me you paid the old lady my rent?"

Asami crushed his mouth on Akihito's. "Yes, and I came to save you from that place you call apartment," he replied when he pulled away.

"Bastard," Akihito cursed, trying to squirm away. A wrong move had Akihito yelped. He was so focused in his banters with Asami that he had completely forgotten about his injured foot.

"I told you to stay still."

Akihito did, only because he couldn't move. Giving up, he sulked all the way to the hospital.

Xx Grocery Shopping – omake xX

He suffered a hairline fracture on his ankle. The combination of excessive walking and negligence caused the blue black bruise around Akihito's ankle to spread its perimeters. Akihito tried to protest when the doctor placed a splint on his injured ankle but he was threatened with a cast if he refused.

Left with no choice, Akihito obediently allowed Asami's personal physician to fix the splint in place and groaned further when the doctor cheerfully told him that he had to be excused from work for two weeks. Maybe longer; depending on how long his ankle needed to heal.

And the doctor put it rather bluntly, No approval from me, you don't go back to work, Takaba sama.

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Akihito stayed still, recognizing the change of tone in the yakuza. Asami hardly called Akihito by his surname but when he did, it was an indication that he wasn't pleased with Akihito."Where are you taking me?" Akihito asked when Asami carried him out of the apartment.With a hand around Asami's neck to support himself, Akihito glanced backwards and saw Kirishima locking his apartment door. Asami's bulky guard, Suoh was walking in front, leading the way.The door to the limousine was already opened for them and Asami slid into the vehicle gracefully, carrying Akihito with him.Cool air immediately greeted Akihito and the photographer nearly purred, welcoming the comfort. "Where are you taking me?" he asked again.Asami did not answer but from the instruction he gave Suoh, Akihito knew they were heading to the hospital. Never fond of medical centers, Akihito struggled. "No, put me down. I don't want to go."Loosening his grip, the yakuza said, "Suit yourself but judging from your injury, I don't think you can recover in a day or two.""Hah, you think I care? I can take care of myself," the photographer said stubbornly."—even if you won't be able to work for a few weeks?" Asami interrupted smoothly, gazing at Akihito.Akihito stilled. Damn him, why did he have to rub it in? Still seated on Asami's lap, Akihito shifted his position."And I ran into your landlady just now. It seems you're a month behind on your rents?"Temper flared, he gazed his fiery eyes at Asami, "You – you have no right to ask questions like that.""I didn't but the old lady was desperate to collect her payment," Asami informed him, his fingers tracing Akihito's pursed lips."Stop it, you pervert." Akihito slapped the hand away.Asami cupped Akihito's chin firmly, forcing the boy to look at him. "Is that how you should talk to your savior?"The photographer looked confused. "What savior?" Then, his eyes widened. "Don't tell me you paid the old lady my rent?"Asami crushed his mouth on Akihito's. "Yes, and I came to save you from that place you call apartment," he replied when he pulled away."Bastard," Akihito cursed, trying to squirm away. A wrong move had Akihito yelped. He was so focused in his banters with Asami that he had completely forgotten about his injured foot."I told you to stay still."Akihito did, only because he couldn't move. Giving up, he sulked all the way to the hospital.Xx Grocery Shopping – omake xXHe suffered a hairline fracture on his ankle. The combination of excessive walking and negligence caused the blue black bruise around Akihito's ankle to spread its perimeters. Akihito tried to protest when the doctor placed a splint on his injured ankle but he was threatened with a cast if he refused.Left with no choice, Akihito obediently allowed Asami's personal physician to fix the splint in place and groaned further when the doctor cheerfully told him that he had to be excused from work for two weeks. Maybe longer; depending on how long his ankle needed to heal.Và bác sĩ đưa nó khá thẳng thắn, không có sự đồng ý từ tôi, bạn không trở lại làm việc, Takaba sama.