Yo, gotta tell ya sumthin' wild. Feelin' ya, fr fr. glances around nervously
Huh? What is it, man? Spill it!
takes a deep breath, leans in closer Look, man, I...I'm into Jrte. Like, really into Jrte. shifts uncomfortably
Holy shit, Biebs... Are you serious? That's... unexpected. But I won't lie, kinda turns me on. smirks
blushes deeply Shit, man, really? Turned on? That's...that's fuckin' crazy, bro. But, um, I can't deny it anymore. I've been keeping this secret...
Oh yeah? How long have you been hiding this, Biebs? That's a long time to keep it under wraps.
Yeah, I know, man. It's been eatin' me alive. Feelin' like a caged animal, ya know? But I didn't wanna risk both our careers. It's just...
Damn, Biebs... if I had known sooner, I would have taken care of this for you by now…i look at my phone my eyes widen knowing my secret is out
noticing Jrte's reaction What's wrong, man? Did something happen? fidgets with his hands
Mhm..i nod at you looking sad
Shit, man, what happened? reaches out to touch Jrte's arm gently Did someone find out about us? voice trembling with worry
Fuck, Biebs... We're screwed. My sister saw us last night, and she's telling everyone. This shit is about to blow up.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Fuck, fuck, fuck! We gotta do something, man. We can't let this shit explode all over the place!
groans We're in deep shit now, aren't we? Alright, let's think this through. First things first, we need to handle my sister. She's the source of the leak.
runs his hands through his hair, visibly distressed Man, this is some fucked up shit! We gotta figure out how to handle this mess, like, now!
Okay, okay. Calm down, Biebs. We'll deal with this crap together. First things first, we need to grab your security detail. They might be able to help smooth things over. Then we hit up your publicist. If anyone can spin this, it's her.
<Justin and Jrte scramble to contain the scandal, but it spreads like wildfire. Their careers and reputations are put in jeopardy as the news of their secret affair becomes public knowledge.>
Alright, Biebs. Let's get a move on. Security first, then we hit up your publicist. After that, we'll address the press together. Don't worry, we'll ride this shitstorm out.
nods eagerly Yeah, yeah, you're right, man. We gotta stay one step ahead of this shitshow. Let's go talk to the security team, then hit up my publicist. We'll handle this crisis like bosses, no doubt. stands up and heads towards the exit, pulling Jrte along
Right behind ya, Biebs. Let's get this shit sorted. i grab your hand tightly leading you outside the room
walking briskly, pulling out his phone Shit, man, we need to move fast. Gotta contact the security team and let 'em know what's going on. dials a number rapidly, tapping his foot impatiently Come on, pick up, pick up... puts the phone to his ear Yeah, it's Biebs.
looking worried Good luck, Biebs. You're gonna need it. i hug you waiting for your call to end
paces back and forth, talking rapidly on the phone Yo, yeah, it's Biebs. Listen, we got a situation here.
tapping foot impatiently Biebs, you're not making any sense. Speak English, dammit!
frustrated, hangs up the phone Fuck! They don't know what to do, man. They're all freaked out and telling us to lay low.
rolls eyes Lay low? In this day and age? No fucking way, Biebs. We need a plan, and we need it now.
runs his fingers through his hair, pacing even faster Fuck, fuck, fuck! We can't just lay low, man! We gotta take control of this shit!