#threads;bryce

Not a clue. He hadn't had a single idea what to say in response to.. to so much sudden, visceral honesty. So the young heir just sniffed once and willed his tears to stop, too spent from a too long day to think through those words and come up with a good reply, let alone an honest one. He'd settled instead on shaking his head, and a weak, muttered 'I'd like.. to go home now, please' when all other words failed him. It would be a long ride home, and his long day would turn into an even longer night if they didn't return soon. His head was foggy from tears he was so under to holding back; foggy enough that the heir found himself sitting in the front seat, not liking how.. alone.. sitting in the back felt. He remained silent, tired eyes watching the world pass as the car slowly began rocking him to sleep.

"W...wake me up.. before we arrive? I'll need t... to fix my makeup before entering.." It was the last coherent, worried thought he voiced before fully nodding off, entirely unaware as his head lolled to the side, and eventually came to rest in Alex's lap. He slept.. soundly.. Maybe for the first time in years. And a small, thoughtless mutter left him.

"W..... I want to... to trust you..so badly.. I just.. don't want to see you die.. Don't want to see anybody die...Not again" The words were punctuated with a small whimper, before the heir slipped back into sleep for the rest of the ride, a single line of tears trailing down the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, hello? Ah!” Three knocks sounded, announcing the arrival of Father’s special guests for the nights auction and gala. They were from Korea, as father was, but their correspondences had been mostly in English. Still though, as Bryce pulled open the mansion’s large double doors with a perfect, polite smile, he thought perhaps welcoming them in Korean would be more hospitable. He bowed low to the taller, more brooding figure who had knocked, and once again to the keen eyed male who stood behind him. 

Continued from here with @sovrumana

vinny walked out of his room and smirked when he sees sam waiting for him outside, eyes dropping down to the badly concealed marks on his neck. he just knew his surprise was very well received. “so aki-san is enjoying the time off from oyabun?” he asked with a teasing smirk before walking down to the ballroom with the staff in front of him and nudged his blushing bodyguard. he definitely has no problem letting sam blowing off steam with aki, especially when the two of them solved the problems between their clans and brought a partnership between the two. 

the hyungnim smoothed out his black jacket just before he walked in and looked up when he heard the angelic voice, smiling softly when he sees bryce walking over to them. he bowed to the pretty boy before following him to their seats. he unbuttoned the jacket so he can sit comfortable and looked over to bryce. “you are joining me at the table correct?”

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The strawberry blonde male walked perfectly two paces behind both men, only advancing to carefully pull out each chair for the other's to take a seat--- Only to pause for only half a second when the attention was given, not to the extravagant ballroom or opulent tablet settings but-- To him. In a moment, for that half second, Byrce remembered that touch; the gentle way the other hand held his chin hours ago. But like clockwork, Bryce straightened and perfected his smile, inclining his head to the seated guest.