#undercover lover

Anyway, teaser below the cut

Read Undercover Lover on ao3 and a possible chapter 2 snippet under the cut…

thank you @eastwindmlk for the amazing banner!

The man just looks good with a gun, lovely. We need to see more of it. 😏

@dazaixsoukoku

It was just a typical evening for the redhead. Blurs of colours, flashes of lights and V.I.P treatments at the most sought out clubs. The only difference this time would be that the rockstar needed to leave earlier than his friends had planned. He had an important rehersal and he couldn’t risk fucking it up for a small fix or alcohol. It wasn’t that Chuuya did drugs often, maybe once or twice. Other times he’d slinked his way out of it or just pretended. 

It wasn’t until he staggered out the bar and down the short cut of an alley where he witnessed two figures stood over a guy passed out on the floor. Even if it was a usual occurrence for this kind of area, Chuuya’s instincts told him right away to get the fuck out of there. He could feel every hair on his arm stand up when his gaze passed over the guy laid on the floor. His subconscious thankfully picking up on the fact that the man was too still even for someone falling on hard times. Chuuya himself, isn’t even sure how he managed to get away when he met eyes with one of the standing males. He didn’t even give himself a chance to stop or even exchange a moment longer. How he made it home or how he even made it in to a taxi before that, he’ll never know. His minds a whirl of confusion. Luckily for Chuuya his apartment is empty again and his fiancé isn’t there to question him about why he’s borderline a panic attack.

The following days are normal, Chuuya convincing himself that it was a figure of his imagination, inspired by the sweet devil of alcohol. There was no news about a mysterious body or killing, there was no story about anyone going missing that Chuuya had seen. He knows, he’d obsessively started searching on his breaks. It’s only after a week or so that Chuuya starts to think he’s paranoid. There’s small items of his missing or things he’s misplacing, his apartment door is unlocked multiple times. He could have sworn that he’s seeing a shadow in the corner of his eyes around the streets as well.

It’s only when, one day he’s walking home towards his apartment complex that he sees the flutter of a black coat strikingly similar to his memory of that night. It’s not the male he saw, just a girl in her best heels walking past with a friend. Chuuya decides to reach out to an agency he found out about while scrolling, he’s had enough of being paranoid.  - “That’s why Fukuzawa-san I’d like to request the help of your subordinates. I don’t want the extra publicity of involving the police. Not over a small matter of fangirls stalking me. But I am interested in employing someone to be a full time- live in body guard for a couple of weeks at least.”