Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 16: This is a Disaster!

Hanes' persuasion knocks Clay down, he accepts the man's dinner. Before heading to the living room, he noticed the appearance in front of the mirror.

"Just a regular dinner, remember!" clay's asserted to himself.

Clay walked with his chin raised as usual, insisting on a beautiful neck that he never realized he had. Fishing of most of the opposite sex looks towards him. Hanes who was waiting was made to jump from sitting to approach and give a soft kiss on the back of the hand.

"It's pretty" said Hanes, who looks more like a village han, unlike the usual tone of speech when talking to Clay. "More than usual days, I'm barely nosebleed."

"You ruined that compliment with your last words, Han. Brengseek's men!" swear Clay while smiling shyly, "So leave no?"

Hanes patted lightly on the arm. "Let's Princess" he said. Without a doubt, Clay struggled there. He smiled as he led his best friend to the car.

Proudly, Hanes drove slowly splitting the paved road towards the place he had been booked.

Hanes made a reservation at a luxury hotel, not private, but also not too many people. The dim atmosphere adds to the effect of romance. Each table has candles and fresh flowers.

Hanes pulled one of the chairs for Clay, "Please."

Clay tried not to enjoy the praise and sweet treatment of his friend. He was desperately acting formal, too formal to the point of not recognizing the self that usually behaves as a whimper with Hanes.

"Thank you" said Clay.

Having ordered since before coming, the waiters rushed to serve the appetizer. Hanes accidentally asks for a Portuguese wine that is not as hard as the usual wine because Clay is not used to drinking.

"Enjoy tonight, Clay," whispered Hanes softly.

Clay commented an awkward smile, in a tense silence they finished the appetizers to the dessert. And, it made her a little relieved.

"Clay's."

"Hemm" Clay said.

"Try to join them, yuk!" Hanes saw some visitors who were enjoying the dance with the couple.

"That's not a good idea."

"Come on, just for a second." Hanes pulls Clay's hand without consent.

The two join the dance floor, although not good at dancing, Hanes who is good at dancing has no trouble bringing Clay in every movement following the music.

"Put your head against my chest" whispered Hanes suddenly until Clay took a step back. "Don't see the others?"

Clay skirted every inch of the place, and sure enough people enjoyed romantic music as they close the body to their respective partners.

"Then you know, well, you saw two people across the street." Clay pointed with his chin. "I suspect they're watching us" he whispered.

Hanes followed Clay's lead and smiled cynically, she knew the two men -—Berry and Johanes— - best friends of the husband of the woman who was now nearby.

"It's just a prankster" Hanes said, then pulling Clay's hip closer.

Hanes' spontaneous movements made Clay's heart pound, there was a strange slide down the limb until without being asked his palm landed on the flat shoulder of the friend.

"Han, this is wrong! It's not worth it for a wife" Clay said as he left the dance floor. No, it turns out he was fantasizing, the person Robbin suspects is Hanes.

You idiot! I'm so stupid, Clay told himself. Forgive my betrayal, Brother Robbin.

Hanes took a quick step, he grabbed Clay's wrist. "He doesn't deserve you, Clay. He doesn't love you like I love you."

"Dia—" Clay was silent for quite a while, Hanes' statement just swirled around in the head. Right, Robbin doesn't love him, the guy doesn't want him, he goes with his future wife first, that voice—Martha is with Robbin at the moment. That woman who called him a bully on the phone.

With a fragile feeling, Clay sat down, he sobbed. "How can he not love me, Han? He knows I love him, I'm crazy about him!"

"Calm down, Clay, calm down, everything's gonna be fine. I'm always here" Hanes said, holding onto Clay's shoulder and guiding the woman to her feet. "Loved is much better than loving someone who has no feelings for you at all."

Clay's eyes were no longer bright, but rather appeared red, the patter of tears drenching both cheeks. He refrained from screaming, biting his lips hard.

"Don't hurt yourself" Hanes said gently and rubbed Clay's ranum lips with his thumb.

Hanes embraces the woman's shaky shoulders, wanting to take Clay to the shore so as to bring out all the turmoil. Hopefully this way you can forget about Robbin and come to him.

Hanes sports cars head to one of the beaches, not taking long to get there. On a cold night not many people came.

Clay was crying out, yelling at Robbin at will. After being satisfied, he covered his face tightly with both hands.

Both of Hanes' hands swept over Clay's two arms slowly, wanting to channel warmth to the woman in front of him. However, Clay shivered at the touch. Instantly, she tried to get away, but Hanes' fingers were so tightly holding onto her.

Hanes flipped over his body, the gaze of the two men's eyes piercing into Clay's two eyeballs, as if submerging himself there. And, then Hanes's head lowered, his lips approaching Clay's ranum lips.

"Han, in—"

Clay's refusal was forcibly stopped with a friendly touch of two interlocked lips. There was a strange sensation coursing through the body, as if his blood had changed into sweet honey. And, he could feel Hanes' sense of taste infiltrating tightly-knit lips. His friend wants more.

Some of Clay's body said no and other body parts urged him to continue. Then, he opened his mouth, accepting the guests who were already impatiently waiting. It was so pleasant that the soul flew into the air.

"It's a disaster!" Clay pushed strong wide chest Hanes. "What have we done, Han? Go now, Han! Just go! I betrayed Brother Robbin."

"Calm down, Clay, let's just say this never happened okay?" Hanes tried to calm down in a sense that only himself knew, what other plans were after this. "Your secret is safe with me."

"How can I trust you?" regret Clay.

"I can't bear your anger, Clay. Who else believes in me but you?" persuade Hanes and it was true that his best friend was just Clay.

"Bad, bad, Han," Clay grumbled, "Please take me now!"

Hanes was driving in silence, looking for chat material that would have made Clay comfortable. The action was too hasty, but how else. It goes unnoticed, even Clay welcomes him. It was as if the world belonged to just the two.

"I've lost you so much, if you're hostile to me after this." Hanes' voice sounded raucous.

"Our attitude just now was really inappropriate, Han," Clay muttered as he lowered his head in. He still felt disgusted at her.