The Treasure She Never Asked For

When Marcel finished showering and getting dressed, he went back to the room and saw that Alistair was still not done with the livestream.

"You're still on?" Marcel asked and Alistair nodded in agreement. 

"They want to see you again, they finally believe that we are roommates now," Alistair said not seeming amused at all. Marcel couldn't help but laugh as he cooperated with this roommate.

He sat next to Alistair and his face appeared on the screen, he could see how crazy the audience became the moment he made an appearance. There were a lot of screaming comments and comments praising the two men for their good looks. Marcel smiled when he saw the creative ways his looks were being described and figured that having these kinds of fans wouldn't be good for his own vanity.

  [The impact of watching two handsome me in one screen is too much!] one of the viewers said.

[I missed the livestream last time, so it had been this intense?] another commented leaving Marcel confused.

"What do they mean by it is intense? We didn't do anything right?" Marcel asked an equally confused Alistair's.

[These little brothers, your existence itself is intense, okay!] one of the viewers commented and Marcel burst out laughing. 

"Your fans are very mischievous, I'm going to bed, I have to wake up early tomorrow," Marcel said as he got off of Alistair's bed.

"You'll go work out?" Alistair asked and Marcel nodded.

"Then we'll go together, goodnight everyone," Alistair said and ended the stream abruptly. Even though his fans were used to him being so abrupt they still complained in their hearts.

"Is it okay to just end it like that?" Marcel asked as he tied his hair and got into his bed.

"It doesn't really matter, they are used to it," Alistair said as he got under his own comforter and yawned. He only did some planning today, exercise and laundry, yet he was so tired.

"I'm surprised your manager hasn't said anything to you, I would have gotten an earful from Julia," Marcel said as he too buried himself in his comforter.

"I don't have a manager," Alistair said and turned off the lights, plunging the room in darkness.

"Really? I would think you've received a lot of offers," Marcel said sounding very surprised. He knew that Alistair did not have management, in fact, most models with management wouldn't participate in this kind of show. He only came here because he wanted to quickly boost his popularity.

"I have received offers, but the ten year long contracts that would enslave me were not appealing. It's not like I'm desperate for money, I earn enough to support myself with the products I get to endorse. It's not like I have to earn money for anyone else," Alistair explained.

"Ooh, but isn't it difficult? Trying to look for opportunities for yourself," Marcel asked and there was a long pause before he received an answer.

"It's quite hard to get modelling work, I don't have the connections or the influence that those big companies have so it get's tiring, if I got an offer that was not so exploitative I would not be here now," Alistair rambled. He wasn't desperate because he came from a well-off family, otherwise, he would probably be signed to one of those companies he was currently condemning.

"I'm sure you'll get quite a number of offers after the first episode aired," Marcel comforted.

"I'll pick the one with the best terms, if none come my way I'll continue going solo," Alistair said with a yawn.

"Goodnight," Marcel said as he could already feel his eyes closing.

"Mmmh, goodnight," Alistair answered and fell asleep almost immediately after. 

*

The following day, Marcel's eyes opened at exactly 6 am. He would normally ask Avian to wake him up when he needed to be on time for something. He rolled around the bed for a while as he was unwilling to wake up, but he eventually sat up on his bed.

His hair had come loose in the middle of the night and was currently covering his half of his face. He made his bed first and went to wake Alistair up before going to take a shower. Alistair blinked a few times in confusion and promised to wake up in another five minutes before closing his eyes again.

After a cool shower, Marcel was very awake. He brushed his teeth and dried himself before leaving the bathroom. Alistair was startled awake by the sound of the bathroom door opening. This time he really woke up and got ready.

As he was getting dressed, Marcel was in the kitchen making two protein shakes as he waited for Alistair to come downstairs so they can go for their jogs. Alistair did not take long and came downstairs just in time.

Marcel handed him his protein shake and went to get water as he guzzled on his own. After the two finished with this, they left for their jog after their stretching. This time, the cameraman followed them, fortunately he took a bicycle otherwise he would have probably passed out from how long the two ran. 

Marcel did his assigned workouts at the park and helped Alistair with the routine before the two of them jogged back to the house. By the time they arrived they were both soaked with sweat. Alistair did not stop as he jogged up the stairs to the bedroom as he could not stand his sweaty self.

Marcel, on the other hand, went to get himself some water in the kitchen and finished half the bottle in one go. He looked at the sweaty cameraman who was recording him and felt sorry for him.

"Are you actually planning on losing weight in this program?" Marcel asked and laughed when the slightly breathless camera man was unable to answer him.

He walked to the living room and knocked on the door that led to the director's rooms. When the door opened, he did not go inside.

"Why don't you come in?" one of the staff members asked him when he saw that Marcel had no intentions of walking into the room.

"I just wanted to ask for the catalogue of the jewellery company," Marcel said wile standing outside.

"Okay, I'll bring it over right away," the staff member said and Marcel casually leaned against the door frame as he waited for him to return.

"Do you have to film me so closely?" Marcel asked as he directly looked into the camera lens. His green eyes were so fascinating that the cameraman was frozen in place for a second. 

The staff quickly returned and the cameraman came back to his senses. Yes, he had to film him so closely, his face was good for ratings!

After Marcel took the catalogue, he too went back to the bedroom. When he walked in, Alistair was still in the shower, so he threw the catalogue on his bed and went to the walk-in closet to remove his clothes.

To kill time, he started arranging the folded laundry that had been done yesterday and when he was almost finished, Alistair finally got out of the bathroom. Marcel did not dally any longer and went to take a shower as well, he was just too sticky!

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