#sebastian “junior” enrique de la fuente iii ╱ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

[whileurmine]

@virtueofsanityx liked this for a tiny lil starter. ( based on.)

"oh, leave me alone." junior rolled his eyes, flipping him off. "it's only a crush. it's harmless. it'll go away. i'll forget i even felt anything for you in a week."

[whileurmine]

"Well, he's gonna have to get over it, I'm not going back without a tan." Junior shrugged. His voice low enough on that sentence that it almost seemed like he couldn't decide on a tone, landing somewhere between petulant teenager and pathetic plea without really meaning to. "I couldn't, alright? I was just, I was there, and I looked at my schedule and all the meetings I had to do and then my dad walked in to say some dumb shit about a tennis game, my stupid phone was ringing with my mom about to tell me to do something I'm sure, and I—" Junior shook his head. He couldn't explain it. It wasn't rational anyway. How all at once every voice became too loud for him to process it beyond a vague and incessant noise, how without any explanation the tie around his neck became too tight. "I just figured I needed a vacation and walked out. I've been working there for thirteen years I never took a day off. It's time." Sure, he didn't talk to anyone about it, but that was beside the point. They would figure it out, he was sure. "Are you just gonna stand there and look annoyed? Come over, sit down, get a drink." Junior took another soothing sip of his whiskey. The burn both relieving and insignificant. "Look the way I see it, task's failed, alright? I'm not going back. You can hang out with me and pretend you tried your best. Or you can go back to that hell without enough air circulation and lose out on the brownies my personal chef is making."

Her bright blue hues rolled once again at his response and the accompanying gesture. It wasn't like she actually cared to hurt him, his feelings didn't particularly matter one way or the other to her. No, what was annoying her was the fact that all she could see was how privileged his life was, and how much of a whine ass he seemed to be being about that very fact. A small huff of a sigh left the redhead as she looked around at the vast backyard that absolutely qualified as a vacation spot. "Uh huh, sure. Duly noted." she dead-panned. Hannah couldn't help the scoff that left her at his question as her arms folded tighter together. "Pretty sure you could come up with the answer to that on your own." she quipped, growing increasingly annoyed with the entire situation. "I don't - " She cut herself off, not about to waste her breath explaining her employment. "He doesn't want you jetting off to Bali with his employees, he wants you back at your work." She explained, eyeing the glass in his hand. After this interaction, she was the one who really deserved a drink. "Why aren't you at work, anyway?"

[whileurmine]

"first of all," junior pointed the glass in murphy's direction. "not spiraling. there's no spiral. i'm great. second of all," he took a long and slow sip of his drink. sighing relived as the alcohol burned its way down his throat, allowing a soft and calming buzz to settle warmly on top of his chest. "it's bali, what would you even need? swim trunks? i got a few, grab them, they are yours. we can just buy everything else we need when we get there come on." junior needed to be away, very far away, somewhere where no call could reach him, no email would seem important enough to read. away from the entirety of his fucking family, most importantly. "don't make me go alone. i'll be the only asshole there speaking english, i'll get lonely."

"bassy, if you want to spiral, far be it from me to stop you, but asking a man to be ready to hop on a plane to bali in three hours isn't much time to prepare." murphy's head has fallen backwards, soaking in the sun as best he could while also trying (trying) too keep a keen listening ear open, as well as one eye, squinted in his direction. "one doesn't simply have a bag packed and ready to go at all times for hot last minute vacations with their sexiest friend."

[whileurmine]

junior chuckled first. then, after half a second, he frowned, tilting his head slightly to look at murphy. the ghost of a smile still holding onto his features. see that— of all the reactions he might expect out of murphy, that, that was nowhere near top ten. when the realization came to him that he might be looking at murphy for a second too long, the certainty that it was going nowhere rushed in right after. a one two punch from which recovery took a while. eventually though, junior had settled in the acknowledgement that he'd just to have to wait until his feelings phased out. he was ready for it, really. for all of this to become a joke between the two of them. the sort that got old fast, the type that he almost regretted, the kind that did a full turn back to hilarious after a few more months. he wasn't ready for— "i can't tell when you're fucking with me anymore."

something settled low in his chest. uncomfortable and cold and requesting immediate attention. junior ran a hand through his hair. "look, it's—" he caught himself about to let out an excuse as to why murphy really didn't have to worry about the whole feelings ordeal, but his heartbeat jumped slightly. none of the readymade sentences he'd rehearsed applied anymore. "is this a joke where i react way too over the top and then you laugh at me being dumb? or one where you go 'oh sokon is also feeling things' and then end with sokon these nuts or some dumb shit like that?"

junior tried reframing the world into one where murphy felt the same way as him, his mind came up blank.

"and, uh..." murphy's certainly surprised by this turn of events, of course he is. junior has been his best friend (and a really good lay) for a while, the thought had never really crossed his mind that there could be anything else there. perhaps because murphy knows that he's not good at commitment like that. makes things harder, makes things different, ruins everything. if his parents had taught him anything, it was that love fizzled out and died faster than attraction. they've been divorced for years and still fuck regularly, after all.

but now?

now junior has it in his head. now it's rattling around, making a loud noise and demanding attention. and now, now murphy's realizing that the way his stomach clenching isn't out of discomfort. it's a dangerous, excited glee at the idea that junior has feelings for him. real ones. not just two bored rich boys wanna fuck ones. because murphy? murphy might feel it, too.

"what if i don't want you to forget about it? am i just s.o.l? what if you aren't the only one feeling something?"

[whileurmine]

"Ouch." He held the glass to his chest, as though her words could have done any real damage when Junior was avoiding fifteen other much worse thoughts in the moment. "A pool does not a vacation spot make, I need you to know that." It was not only a pool, no. His backyard had a pool, yes, but it also had quite a few lounge chairs, an outdoor fireplace, a backyard kitchen and a spot with couches and pillows that had been sold to him as a conversation area. It probably fit a good fifty to a hundred people comfortably all together. It really didn't serve for much when he was alone. "Have you seen the beaches in Bali? This is nothing compared to that." He sat back in the couch, finding comfort like someone who had no intention of moving anywhere until he was about to get on his plane. "Besides, don't you work for my family? I'll tell grandpa I asked you to come because you are the only person keeping me sane, or some dumb shit. He'll buy it. Just come. It'll be fun."

Hannah didn't belong here, she knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt, and yet her boss who was paid by Sebastian's family had forced her to head to his home to find out if he was "okay". Why the fuck she'd been dispatched was beyond her, she'd given the guy one fucking lap dance months ago, but she wasn't interested in losing her job, and so here she was, staring at him with her arms folded over her chest, annoyance clear on her features. "Isn't your whole life a fucking vacation?" she asked sarcastically looking around at where they were standing before bright blue hues rolled as she looked back at him. "Some of us have jobs we can't just take off from, so, no, thank you. I'm not coming to Bali with you, and you shouldn't go either."