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Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy)

Chapter 5

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*Eddie - 1986*

As soon as he entered the library, Eddie scanned the room for Chrissy’s familiar strawberry-blonde ponytail. It didn't take long to spot her, and when their eyes met she waved him over to where she sat alone at a table in the back corner.

He took the chair catty-corner to her and set his lunchbox up on the table, unpacking his sandwich right away. He wasn’t surprised to see her sitting there with no food, even though it was lunchtime. He’d noticed she often sat in the cafeteria with nothing in front of her, trying to look like she was too busy talking with her friends to eat. It was worrying, and he wondered if anyone else noticed.

Chrissy smiled, looking at him expectantly as he settled in.

“This might sound weird, but, uh, I've been thinking a lot lately about Steve’s disappearance. Sort of looking into it, actually, and there’s some things that aren't really adding up.” He cringed at himself, already half regretting bringing this up to her at all. “Sorry, I probably sound like a total freak right now”

She shook her head adamantly. “No, Eddie. I think it’s nice. Steve might have been popular, but I don't think he had a lot of true friends, no one who was really there for him. I mean, look at what happened. He’s gone, and it’s like no one cares! His parents never even came home after the school reported him missing, isn’t that awful?”

Eddie blinked rapidly as her words sank in. “Wait, I always assumed his parents were the ones who discovered him missing?”

“No. We’ve been neighbors for years, well, we were neighbors, I guess. As soon as Steve began high school his parents started traveling. They were hardly ever home. It wasn’t until he missed a few days of school that the police got involved.”

“Do you remember noticing anything out of the ordinary in the neighborhood around that time?” Eddie asked.

Chrissy flashed him a weak smile, but quickly dropped her gaze to where her hands rested on the table as she spoke. “I think maybe, yeah. It didn’t seem all that weird at the time, but on Easter Sunday that year, I was sitting on the porch with my mom watching my little sister have an egg hunt in the front yard. I saw Steve come out of his house with a girl. She was young and she had really short hair. I only saw them for a minute, they got right in his car and left. I assumed she was a relative visiting for the holiday or something. Honestly, I was just happy he had someone to keep him company for once. I didn’t realize until the next day that he never came home. I still didn’t think much of it at first, he could have been away for the break or something, but later, when it was announced that he was missing, I knew something was wrong.”

“Did you tell anyone about it?” He had to ask. He could almost understand Nancy being overlooked, but if the police hadn’t interviewed Steve’s neighbors?

“Yea, Hopper came around door-to-door the first day of the search, asking if anyone knew anything. I told him about that day, and the girl. He said he’d follow up, but I don't know if anything ever came of it.”

Eddie recalled Hopper saying things were out of his hands now, that the government was handling it. Had the chief told them Chrissy’s story?

He thought of the photo hidden away in his wallet, but hesitated, wondering if it was safe to show her. She did seem to genuinely want to help, and what harm could it really do.

Eddie glanced around to make sure no one was paying them any attention before pulling the polaroid out and sliding it across the table.

“Is that the girl you saw?”

Chrissy peered down at the picture, eyes growing wide.

“That’s her!” She gasped. “Where did you get this?”

“I think, maybe it's better if I don’t tell you.” Eddie pulled the photo back, quickly tucking it away again. “It wasn’t anything bad, I promise.” He added quickly, not wanting to come off like a creep. “I just don’t want anyone else getting in trouble, so, the less you know the better.”

She reached over and patted him on the hand. “It’s fine, Eddie. I get it.”

“Thanks, and, um, would you mind not telling anyone that I asked you about this?”

She smiled at him warmly. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m just glad someone cares enough to keep looking for him. Steve was a sweetheart deep down, even if he didn’t always show it. “

The bell rang and they both got up. Chrissy could have taken off, but she hovered, waiting for Eddie to gather his things so they could walk out together.

“If you ever want to talk again, I'm here. About this or anything else, ok?”

“Sure thing, Cunningham. I’ll see you around.”

He didn’t know what he’d done to endear himself to the cheerleader, but he was glad for it. Maybe they really could be friends.

This was a bad idea, arguably worse than breaking into Steve Harrington's house, but Eddie had spent the whole afternoon thinking over everything he’d learned from Chrissy. It just sounded so odd. Even shitty parents had to show up when their kids disappeared, right? If only for appearances sake, at least. This whole thing about the girl was really gnawing at him too. Hopper was going to be pissed, but at least Eddie was coming right to him with it, and not running wild around town or whatever the fuck everyone was so worried about him doing.

It was weird going into the police station on his own two feet. Eddie always figured his first time inside would involve being hauled in wearing handcuffs, not him walking in voluntarily and politely asking the secretary if he could see the chief.

Hopper was out, apparently, but Eddie wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t have anywhere to go but home, and this was important. Finally, after about 40 minutes, the man he’d been waiting to see came walking through the door. He frowned down at where Eddie sat and quickly hauled him up by the arm, marching him straight into an office. Hop closed the door and the blinds, which seemed like overkill but Eddie wasn’t gonna call him on it.

“What are you doing here, kid?” Hopper leaned back in his chair, lighting up a cigarette that quickly filled the small room with smoke.

“I know you told me to drop it, but I was talking to Chrissy Cunningham today and…”

Hopper slammed a hand down on the desk. “That’s right. I DID tell you to drop it. So why are you out there interrogating witnesses?!”

“I wasn’t interrogating her. We’re in school together, I bumped into her in the hallway and we got to talking. We’re.. friends.”

The older man almost cracked a smile. “You, Eddie Munson, are friends with Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie glared. “Believe me or don’t, chief, I don't care. She told me what she saw. Did you even look for this girl? Try and figure out who she is? Is she missing too?”

Hopper blew out a long plume of smoke, stubbing the cigarette out in the very full ashtray that rested on his desk. “Eddie, you have to let this go. I’m sure you mean well, but you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I may not know what I’m doing but at least I care enough to try!”

“It’s not that I don’t care, kid, it’s out of my jurisdiction. There are things at play here that you don’t understand.” Hopper sighed, massaging his temples. “Look, I think you need to talk to Wayne about this.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Wayne? What does he have to do with anything?”

“I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on. I’d ask if you need a ride home but I saw your monstrosity of a van out in the parking lot.”

It was a clear dismissal. Eddie wanted to keep arguing but knew it would be a waste of time. He stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Eddie got home just in time to catch Wayne before he left for his shift at the plant. He'd gone back and forth about it for the whole drive home, whether he’d mention his visit to the police station or not. Apparently Hopper had made the decision for him. Eddie’s foot was barely in the door when it started.

“Chief called.” Wayne said gruffly. He was standing in the kitchen by the door as if he’d been waiting on Eddie’s arrival. “I thought you were done with this, Ed?”

“Well I'm not!” Eddie snapped.

It was probably a little harsher than his uncle deserved, but Eddie was well and truly pissed off now. How dare Hopper call and rat him out. He was legally an adult for Christ’s sake!

“Do you know what I found out today?” Eddie seethed. “His fucking parents didn’t even know he was gone, Wayne, and once they found out they apparently didn’t give a shit. No one in this goddamn town seems to give a shit!”

“Ed..” Wayne looked taken aback by his attitude, and honestly, Eddie was a little surprised at himself too. He didn’t realize how upset he’d become about the whole thing. He wasn’t sure when his curiosity had become something so much more.

“What if it was me?” Eddie pushed. “Would you ever stop looking if something happened to me?”

“Of course not.” Wayne quickly replied. “But that’s different, you’re my boy.”

Eddie deflated a little at the reminder that maybe it wasn’t his place to do this. Maybe he was overstepping, but he just couldn’t let it go.

“I have to go, i’ll see you in the morning.” Eddie muttered, turning on his heel and straight out the door he’d just come through.

He speed walked to his van, pretending not to hear his uncle calling after him to stop. He needed to get out of there, take a drive, find somewhere to sit and think or something.

Eddie had never been a hike through the woods kinda guy. Though he’d never been to one, he always thought of himself as more of a city person. The anonymity that could be had in a place like that, where the population was so enormous, was intriguing. As well as the prospect of said population being a bit more open-minded than their small town counterparts.

He didn’t really know why he stopped at the pull off. The one closest to the trail that would lead him right to Skull Rock. He blamed Dustin and his stupid list for putting the idea in his head. The walk was longer than he expected, and by the time he reached the base of the rock formation, he had to take a seat and catch his breath.

He supposed it was as good a spot as any to sit and sulk about his day. Being in this place did weirdly make him feel close to the missing boy. Just knowing there was a chance that, in another time, Steve might have sat right where he was sitting now. Realistically, he’d probably had a girl here with him at the time, but Eddie decided to ignore that part of it, instead choosing to picture Steve right there, back up against the rock, smoking a cigarette from the pack in his jacket.

It was quiet out there in the woods. Usually Eddie hated the quiet, he’d much rather blow his eardrums out with a good metal mixtape than commune with the sounds of nature, but something about this moment just felt right. Like he’s exactly where he should be for once.

Eventually, it starts getting dark, and Eddie knows he needs to head out soon, otherwise he might have trouble getting back to the van. He decided to have one more smoke before making his way back through the trees. He lit up and pushed himself to his feet, arching his back to stretch until something made a satisfying pop.

The sound echoed, which was weird. Then it happened again, and Eddie realized it was the sound of branches snapping under foot. His heart raced. He didn't know whether to check it out or run in the opposite direction. He stood there, frozen in indecision, until a figure came bursting through the brush.

*Steve - 1985/1986*

El didn’t hide things from Steve anymore, no matter what Brenner said or threatened. Neither of them wanted to risk being caught unaware again, and so they made a promise to each other. No secrets.

It was Christmas 1985 when Steve figured it out. Honestly he felt a little like an idiot for not realizing it sooner, but that was nothing new for him. Feeling like he’s ten steps behind everyone else was kind of his default setting.

Steve had thought this holiday would pass like all the others during their time in the lab, with barely any acknowledgement from the various doctors, scientists, and staff. But Owens, it seemed, was determined to prove he was a good guy, or at least that he wasn’t as bad as the rest of them. He brought in a small 3ft tall christmas tree, which Brenner begrudgingly allowed to be placed in the rainbow room. It had lights but no ornaments. That was fine, Steve taught El how to make paper chains that they draped around it instead.

Since they had no way to buy gifts, Steve and El drew really bad portraits of each other, giggling as they shared them. All while enjoying one last surprise from the doc, a huge thermos full of hot chocolate.

Steve had been sitting on his realization all day, not wanting to ruin the mood when they were actually having a good time for once, But eventually it started getting late, and he knew they wouldn't have long before being forced back to their rooms.

Without a word, he got up from the table they’d been sitting at and moved over to the chess station. It had become their code for when one of them needed to have a serious conversation. One they needed to be sure wasn’t overheard. He waited for her to join him at the board and slowly moved out his first pawn.

“I think I know what Brenner’s doing, what he’s really had you looking for all this time.” Steve said, smiling brightly, the expression not at all matching the grave tone of his words.

Eleven returned his smile, letting them each make a few more moves before she replied.

“He says we are just exploring this new world, and making sure the creatures stay there. Sometimes he asks me to watch people over here though, the ones who speak differently, like at the mall.”

“The Russians, yea. I think that’s mainly about trying to make sure they don’t get ahead of us with technology, and that they're not trying to open another gate. That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you think it is?”

Steve hesitated, suddenly doubting himself. “It might be dumb, I could be wrong.”

She started to reach out to him, almost breaking character, before dropping her hand back down to her side. “You are smarter than you think, Steve. Please tell me.”

“I think it’s Henry. I think Brenner suspects that One is still alive in there and wants you to find him.”

He watched as the idea sank in, as she ran through her mental catalog of every interaction with the lab, every conversation with Papa. “If he is alive, he won’t be the same. He was bad before but if he has been living with monsters all this time…”

“He’ll be so much worse” Steve finished for her.

“Why would they want me to find him?”

“I don’t know. It seems like asking for trouble to me.” Steve would like to think that they wanted to find the guy in order to eliminate him as a threat, but somehow that didn’t sound like a Brenner move.

“What do we do?”

Steve chewed his lip. “Now that you know what you’re looking for, it should be easy to avoid it, right?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

A few months passed without incident, and Steve started to relax. Either their plan was working or his theory was wrong. He was glad for it either way.

He was marking the days off on his calendar when he realized they had missed an important milestone. It had been two years since they were caught and taken back to the lab. The anniversary had passed a little over a week before. His heart sank.

Two.

Years.

Two years, and he was no closer to getting them out of there than he was on day one.

Steve wondered if El realized it and just hadn’t said anything, or if she’d be just as caught off guard as he was. He knew she was with Owens today, so he could go see her right now if he wanted to.

It took twenty minutes for him to find a guard available to take him to the right floor, but at least the guy didn’t hover. He let Steve off the elevator and then went back about his business. It had taken some time after his possession for the lab’s personnel to relax around him again, but finally things were getting back to normal.

Steve was almost to the door of Owens’ office when he heard a gut-wrenching primal scream. He knew without a doubt that it was Eleven. He burst through the door, almost crashing into the doctor’s back.

Owens didn’t even turn around, he was staring up at El, who was floating several feet in the air. Blood ran down her face in streaks, and it wasn’t just coming from her nose this time. Her eyes and ears were also bleeding freely. She had one hand raised up in front of her, the same way she did when she needed to really focus her powers. It looked like she was fighting something only she could see.

Steve shook the doctor's shoulders, shouting. “What’s happening? How do we help her?”

The man finally turned, but before he could say a word, El went limp and dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Steve lunged, only half catching her and just barely managing to cushion her fall.

“I don’t know what happened.” Owens said, dragging a hand over his face. “One minute we were talking and suddenly she just stopped responding. Her eyes…”

Steve got a solid grip on Eleven and stood up, cradling her to his chest.

“I should call Brenner.” The doctor murmured to himself. “Steve, can you take her up to the infirmary? I’ll meet you both there as soon as I can.”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling a chair up and dialing. Something swung from the pocket of a coat sling over the back of the chair, catching Steve’s attention. It was a key card hanging from a retractable lanyard.

Steve didn’t think twice, he snatched it up while Owen's back was still turned and palmed it before walking out the door. He was met in the hall by the same guard who had brought him up. He let the guy take them down to the infirmary, which was on the same floor as his room, as well as the service elevators that he knew went all the way to the ground floor. He had a key, now all he needed was a distraction.

Luck was on their side twice that day, because the moment they stepped off the elevator, the building’s alarm started to go off. The guard pointed, urging Steve to continue down the hall, then he got back in the elevator to go off and deal with whatever was going wrong now.

Steve knew this was their moment, it was now or never, best chance they were gonna get. He ran to his room, El still cradled in his arms. She roused a little and he was able to coax her to wrap arms and legs around him. It would be much easier to run with her that way. He grabbed the bat he still kept next to his desk, it was the best he could do for a weapon.

He ran the length of the corridor, skidding to stop at the other set of elevators. Steve swiped the key card and to his relief the doors opened instantly.

It felt like ages before they reached the ground floor, but in reality it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. He tapped his foot impatiently the entire way, praying no one was watching the cameras.

The doors slid open and Steve took a tentative step out. Someone spoke nearby and he froze, it was the last voice he wanted to hear in that moment. He thought they were done for. Brenner was facing away from them, but Owens, who he was standing there speaking with, was looking directly at them.

Owens tensed but allowed the Brenner to continue without interrupting. Steve didn't know what to do. He stood there frozen for a handful of seconds until he noticed the doc subtly gesturing towards the emergency exit door with his head.

Steve nodded dumbly and backed toward it, not taking his eyes off the pair of men until they were around a corner and hidden by the wall.

He carefully pushed the door open with his hip. The alarm was already going off, so he didn't need to worry about that, but the metal arm on the door sounded loud to his ears, in his tense and anxious state.

No sooner were they outside, breathing their first mouthful of fresh air in far too long, than the alarm changed pitch, indicating the building was going into lockdown. He’d gotten them out just in time, with not a minute to spare.

Steve took in their surroundings. The building was flanked by trees, which would provide excellent cover for their escape, but it was also completely enclosed by a tall chain link fence. He wasn’t sure how he’d get them both over it.

He shook Eleven gently as he walked towards the perimeter.

“El honey, I need you to wake up. We have to climb the fence and I don't think I can carry you over it. Please…”

She stirred, blinking her eyes open, and threw a hand out towards the barrier. Steve never got used to seeing El using her powers. He watched, slack-jawed, as an unseen force separated the links in a line that went about 7 feet up.

She sagged back against him and Steve squeezed her tight. He curled himself around her as he pushed through the narrow opening, scratching the hell out of his arms in the process, but thankfully leaving her untouched.

Steve ran as fast as he could, for as long as he could. He wasn’t in as good a shape as he used to be, the lab didn’t exactly have a gym facility, and El wasn’t as small as she used to be either. He managed as best he could, ignoring the burn in his lungs and biceps, as well as the sting from the scratches that still trickled blood.

When he couldn’t go another step, and felt like they were far enough away, Steve finally stopped to take a break. He carefully set Eleven down on the ground, leaning her up against a downed tree before plopping down next to her to catch his breath.

Steve rested his head in his hands and tried to think. It would start getting dark soon, but he didn’t know where to go. Home wasn’t an option. The lab knew his full name so it wasn’t a stretch to assume they knew his address too. Besides, he’d been gone for two years now, who knew if that house even was his home anymore.

He gasped in surprise when two small hands wrapped themselves around his wrists, pulling them away from his face. He hadn’t heard her wake up. El was looking him over with concern, appearing much more lucid than she had been before.

“You are hurt.” She said, fingers hovering over the smattering of small wounds on his arms.

“It’s nothing, I'm much more worried about you. What happened back there?”.

“It was Henry, One. He.. found me. I was here, and then I was somewhere else. Like the dark place, except it was different.” Her eyes grew more and more haunted as she spoke. “It was awful, Steve. He does not look like a man anymore, but he is not like the faceless monsters either, and he is so angry. He has been trying to find a way out, but every time he comes close I get in the way. It’s been him, this whole time. The creatures are part of him, he’s seen things. He knew your name.”

Steve gathered her up in a crushing hug, both of them shaking. For the first time he’s afraid that running away might have been a mistake. What if Henry tried for her again? He wouldn’t have the first idea how to help, or how to stop it, but the lab...

No, he couldn’t worry about that right now. He needed to find them some form of shelter to at least get through the night.

There was a rough trail not far from where they were resting, and Steve was pretty sure it would lead them to Skull Rock. It wasn’t a perfect solution but it would provide some cover. He hadn’t come at it from this direction before, but it made sense considering the side of town the lab was in. Steve wasn't exactly a boy scout or anything, but he always had a good sense of direction.

El insisted she could walk. Steve tried to protest but it was half hearted at best. He was utterly exhausted.

Steve smiled when he spotted the top of the rock, but slowed his steps as they got closer and he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. Shit. He hadn’t expected anyone to be out here. He tip-toed closer, trying to make as little noise as possible, but was sure he stepped on a twig or two anyway. He heard the jangle of chains and his heart shot into his throat. Steve could only think of one person in Hawkins who wore chains. It couldn’t be.

He peaked through a small gap in the bushes and spotted a familiar head of dark curly hair. It was a little longer than he remembered, but unmistakable. If the boy was anything like Steve remembered from school, someone who regularly stood up to defend others and had a habit of adopting any outcast he came upon, then he was sure they could trust him to help.

Steve turned, ready to warn El that they had company, but instead, for the second time that day, he was just in time to catch her as she fainted. He knew walking all this way was going to be too much.

He cradled her in his arms and pushed through the last of the brush separating them from the rock.

The other boy went deathly pale, blinking hard several times as he stared at the new arrivals.

“Harrington? Is that really you?”

Steve felt a surge of sympathy for the guy, he knew they must be a sight, covered in blood and dirt.

“Eddie, please. I need your help”

Chapter 6

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Kicho Ch. 13 Premium Romantic

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect grammatical errors. Will edit this later.

CW: Slightly suggestive.

Kicho: "You finally smiled."

Mai: "..........."

His smile was much sweeter than the one that lingered on my lips.

I was so surprised that my hand, holding the cup, almost shook, but I managed to hold it back.

Mai: "Was I pouting all this time?"

Kicho: "Not exactly, but you look tense."

Kicho: "We're in this situation, so you probably did it unconsciously."

Kicho poured tea into his teacup as well and sipped it slowly.

I admired the elegant room and suddenly noticed the fragrant aroma wafting around.

Mai: "This tea has a nice aroma."

Mai: "Is this the same as the one you brewed for me before?"

Kicho: "You remember it. That was when you snuck into my room."

Mai: "Yeah."

Mai: "It wasn't that long ago, but it's kind of nostalgic."

Kicho: "Yeah. A lot has happened since then."

Kicho: "Thanks to that, it all seems like a distant past."

As he set down his teacup, I heard the light, crunchy sound of him nibbling on the konpeito and remembered the sensation of the crushed sweet granules quickly melting away.

(It really happened so fast.)

(I stopped and worried many times, but when I finally got here, I felt like I belonged.)

Mai: "I regret nothing."

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Sorry if it came out of nowhere, but I just wanted to say this first."

Mai: "I'm happy with my choices, so I don't care about the consequences that await me."

Kicho: "Really? No matter what the consequences are?"

Mai: "Of course. But I intend to keep on struggling until the end so that it'll be a good one."

Kicho: "I see. That's very typical of you."

Kicho: "Then I'll struggle to the end, too."

(Ah...)

He stood from his chair and leaned toward me, lightly brushing my bangs aside and kissing me on the forehead.

Kicho: "I've already made a lot of enemies, but the life I love the most and the one thing I can't lose is right here."

Mai: "Mn..."

His lips left my forehead, then moved to the tip of my nose and cheeks, letting the heat build up.

As anticipation grew gradually in my chest, I found myself leaning forward.

Mai: "Kic…ho..."

I called his name, but he took it away with his breath. So instead, my heart called his name over and over again.

Kicho: "Mai, sorry."

Mai: "Whoa!"

After saying that, he stopped kissing me and carried me straight to the bed at the back of the room.

(I know we don't have much time left, but...)

He was right in front of me, and I could touch him like this.

Just knowing he was there should be enough, but I wanted to feel him more.

Without saying a word, I put my arms around his neck and rubbed against him as my back sank onto the sheets.

Mai: "Mnn...ngh..."

Once again, and much deeper than before, he kissed me.

The sweetness of his breath spilling between his lips was the same as mine.

Kicho: "Sweet."

Mai: "It's not the tea. It's the sugar."

Kicho: "Yeah, there's that, but it feels much sweeter than what you just had in your mouth."

Kicho: "It tastes so much better and is very addictive."

Mai: "Mnn..."

I was quickly melted by his tongue's sweetness as he took the rest of it from my mouth with his kisses.

Mai: "Ahh...Kicho...I..."

Kicho: "Your captivated expression is so adorable."

Kicho: "But I've only just kissed you. Do you understand?"

Mai: "............"

He traced my wet lips while smiling seductively.

Kicho: "There are so many places I want to kiss you and so many places I want to touch."

Kicho: "I want you to rest, but I'm losing control already."

Mai: "I-Its okay."

Mai: "I'd rather you touch me than rest."

Kicho: "............"

(Huh?)

He pursed his lips briefly, then slowly stroked my side and put his hand behind my back.

Kicho: "I won't let you regret it."

(Kicho...)

I couldn't look away as his lust-filled eyes stared at me.

Mai: "I made my choice. And I don't regret it."

Mai: "That's why..."

I put more force into my arms around his neck, and the heat transmitted from that touch reached deep into my body.

Kicho: "Yeah. You're right."

He smiled and ran his lips down my neck, tickling me with his breath, and sending shivers down my spine.

Mai: "Ah..."

Perhaps I was unconsciously impatient, but the stimulation I felt was stronger than usual.

He didn't miss my moan as I felt him smile against my neck.

Kicho: "I see. Whatever I do, you're going to moan."

Mai: “That’s not...nnn...”

He slipped his hand between my kimono and stroked my bare skin. The moment I shivered at his touch, I felt the obi around my stomach loosen.

(Ah...)

Instantly, my kimono got disheveled, and he looked down at me.

Kicho: “Can you really say that it’s not true?”

Kicho: “Everywhere I touch, and every time I look at you, you look back at me expectantly.”

Mai: “..........”

My face lit up even more when he told me this.

Mai: “Is it too shameless?”

Kicho: “Of course not.”

He shook his head and slid his fingertips, previously tracing my bare skin, further in.

Mai: “Ah...”

Kicho: “You’re not being shameless.”

Kicho: “I actually prefer it if you ask more.”

Mai: “Ahh!”

Smiling lovingly, he tortured my weak spots with his fingertips and lips.

His onslaught of kisses was so strong that I almost tried to escape, but the arm around my back held me tight, leaving me with no way out.

Kicho: “Keep on being this messed up.”

Mai: “Nnn...ahhh...I...”

Instead of nodding, I buried my face in Kicho’s neck.

Our body heat overlapped even more, and our hearts beat louder as we melted together and used the little time we had.

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maseshine · 3 years

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Repentance, Mason Mount

Request: Termination Part Two, @frenchtw

Warning: angst

Words: 637

Notes: Seriously, I really like a little angst, judge me. I already have part three planned so I left the ending open. Want part 3?

Author's Note: I know a lot of people write with the use of quotes, but I'm used to using the dash, so I hope it's not a problem.

Part One

Euphoria. As soon as the final whistle blew Mason ran onto the field as did all of his teammates. They were champions, Champions League champions. One of his biggest dreams had come true. And he was only twenty-two years old. It was crazy.

Looking at the first place gold medal, his eyes watered, and his head shook sideways, he couldn't believe he had actually made it. The little boy from Portsmouth was Champion of the Champions. All his effort and dedication led him to this moment. It was amazing.

When his family came into the field his eyes instinctively searched for a specific person. A pang of disappointment sank in his heart when he realized she wasn't there. She was no longer present at any of his games.

━ She didn't come, did she? ━ They were the first words that escaped his mouth when his mother hugged him.

━ No, dear. We sent her tickets, but she returned them with thanks. I'm sorry. ━ His eyes grew hotter with the accumulation of new tears. The feeling of being ignored hurt. But he knew he shouldn't even come close to what Y/N felt the day he broke up.

He couldn't blame anyone else for the situation he was going through. He was solely and exclusively at fault. He broke up a solid four-year dating, all because he wanted to know what it was like to be a twenty-one-year-old single. He quickly found out that he made the biggest mistake of his life.

For the first few weeks his weekends were spent at clubs, lots of girls interested in him, he thought that was cool. As time went on he finally realized, those girls didn't care who he was, they just wanted to be with him because he was who he was, the young star of Chelsea FC and one of the talents of the England team. They just wanted to show that they had already passed through his bed. Nothing else.

Then reality knocked on his door. He didn't have a girlfriend any more, the house was always empty when he got back from practice, the closet had a big blank space, one side of his bed was always cold. Everything looked empty, and it really was.

And the only culprit was him. He'd hurt the person next to him for most of his life, ending up with the girl he'd promised to love until he turned grey. All because of a petty and carnal desire. She was no longer there to support him in his achievements and defeats. They were nothing else.

And that hurt.

━ I ruined everything, she was supposed to be here today, that was her dream too. I miss her so much. ━ He sighed when he felt the arms of his family circle him.

━ Everything will be fine, son. We are here with you, Y/N must be proud of you. We all are. ━ His father's words made his heart beat faster. Would she be proud of him?

━ I love you!

━ We love you too, Mase. ━ His brother proclaimed. ━ Now come on, let's take some pictures with that nice cup.

━ Just a minute. I just need to send a message quickly.

I logged into my messages, his contact pinned at the top of the screen, the latest conversation bringing the tiniest smile to his lips. Typing quickly before losing his nerve, he sent the message.

"You would be proud of this victory. I know I don't have that right, but I miss you. I really miss you! This victory is yours too! I really miss you."

Sighing at the sight of the message being delivered. Mason wished he had a second chance with the one girl who made his heart race. He just wanted his regret not to be too late.

#football #chelsea fc #football imagine #masterlist #mason x reader #masonmountimagine #mason mount #london #premier league #footballer #angst

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gerardwritestuff · 3 years

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May 7th 2018

I wonder what happened that day.

I wrote something in phases.

If you want a written entry on what happened I'll tell you.

But only you, I don't think I can trust anybody with this. Plus, no one wants to help me with it concerning my best interests so there's not much done with it.

Well for starters, you want the truth. Right?

You want the absolute truth but how am I warranted to give it to you? What can you do for me that's not euthanasia or some fucked up solution to helping me? What's your grand scheme that's supposedly shrouded in mystery that you can't tell me?

I don't know where to start.

"I think they can help. No, they can't."

It's a cycle.

This carousel of indecision had me so tied up in my own skin, I couldn't trust a soul. I felt like I was bound to perish and not a single person would help my cause.

You think you can help, but then you're faced with something much bigger than yourself and that's when you'll coward out because no one will ever want to take the stand for someone else.

Because that's love.

And no one's big enough to accept that. We shroud ourselves on the façade of help and care but people only care enough for you to stop being their problem after a while.

Pain is a real motivator; and I mean real, unfiltered, physical, raw pain. And the human body loves routine. So when you make pain a part of your routine your brain gives you an outlet.

And that's exactly what happened.

I lost my goddamn mind, at least I think I did. People love telling you things to shield you. No one wants to tell you the truth. It hurts. I thought I was doing the right thing all this time by telling people what they wanted to hear, but the truth is I only played the role of being this useless pawn in the game of life I've been living.

Now read between the lines.

Oh yeah, I remember, end of my second year of college.

Things were going all right, to say the least, I'd been having a blast and I'd thought I'd been doing alright but then I went to that damn counselor.

He gave me an alternative to religion. Told me that I could pour my heart and soul into this idea that everything around me was a message from God. That God was talking to me through the things around me. What the fuck.

My life changed completely.

People say schizophrenia isn't something that one could call an observable science. You can't make sense of it. Hell, it's been 2000 years and we still haven't made anything of it. Not like we're close to cracking the code to the human genome or anything of the sort.

I don't know what to tell you. I felt scared at the start. It was like the world was a chasm of wrath and evil and that everything around me screamed for an escape. But really, who was to blame? You can't expect one to live their lives normally after the truth comes out.

That's insanity. Isn't it?

There'd been a couple of things to contribute to this episode. I'd become shrouded in the fact that whatever I'd witnessed till now had been an amalgamation of my memories and that my perception wasn't driven by inference but by incredulity. The more I got lost in my thoughts, the farther away my sense of discernment drove me. Until then, I'd only ever seen life through the eyes of a fawn, and in this forest, there hadn't been a lot going on. Well, at least for me, that is.

I looked on with disbelief as everyone around me playing this game of pretense would never read between the lines. I fell to the ground thinking of how much I'd lived through basking in a bath of whim and false security. It suffocated me, pushing hard against my back as I sank face-first into the dirt. Nothing was ever the same, because nothing was ever as it seemed.

We try so hard to forget. It helps us, comforts us. We do it every day, as we see the crippled on the street and pay a deaf ear, to be guiltless about how destitute they seem; it makes us feel powerful, to know that if we never remember the pain we once went through, we'd be okay. We hope we will someday.

But that's not the point I'm ever going to try to make. I'm here to tell you that what happened to me, wasn't an option neither an accident. I'm certain things turned out the way they did because nothing would have given me a way out until I reached that point of utter desperation.

What if they can hear my thoughts?

What if they know exactly how much of a monster I really am?

Once I'd entertained that thought in my head, it fed on my psyche like a virus. I let it get a hold of me and very soon I wasn't acting like myself anymore. I didn't know what to do except paint a picture, a picture that made it seem like I knew what I was doing. Like I knew what I was talking about and had me acting like I knew what I was messing with.

Commence a feeling of awe and daring carefree. Something in me had cracked like a glass rod and my sense of self-preservation hadn’t left. It was more toward being swept under the carpet or shoved in the back of a car.

I was playing spectator now because someone else was at the wheel.

And God did it scare me. It made me a complete fanatic. Buzzing my hair and preaching about shit I had no clue about?! I was way in over my head, acting like a prophet no less, and even after I'd gotten over it, it never really left. I needed the world to know that I was losing it, and that it made me special, and that it drove me to believe things. Things that were driven by my convictions and not my real feelings. I drove my family and friends away, made them afraid of who I’d become, and now, I couldn’t be more sorry for acting so numb.

I really needed a change, I didn’t want this to be a one-off thing. I couldn’t believe anyone. When they told me that they were thinking up a solution that was the best for me, I saw it as a ruse. In my head, they were just pretending to care because they were scared that I’d keep acting crazy and wouldn’t let up until my head had cleared.

But there was some good out of it, I guess. I’m not really sure. I can never really tell with all the castles in the air. But I’m glad this shit has blown over, and I’m better now. I hope I never go back to that holier-than-thou shit. I had a few demons that I’ve fought with. Those monsters are in the past now, they’ll turn up more often than not. But that won’t keep me in a whirl, I won’t let them. The future’s in my hands, the past is how I’ll forget them.

Then and only then will I realize,

That the real monsters never existed under my bed, they never did.

The real monsters exist right inside my feeble mind.

Black and white, followed by a question at the end of the reel.

But they never stop.

Days bleed into each other and the one thing you’re left with is the only place you started from.

To draw a line between determination and desperation.

To be able to feel like you needed something else from the mind-numbing regret that just enveloped you and continues to coalesce your being.

Make it stop.

Please, just make it stop.

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dredreadsdrawing · 4 years

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Oc-tober Day 7: Fear

Hoohoo i suck at shading :'0 The second pic was the firdt concept art I drew of these gals. Then came the pencil sketches and lastly the one on top.

I've already got a Quickie summary of this story in my writing blog explaining who these characters are and what's going on, link HERE. So for this piece, I'll write the scene I drew lol. In it, only Kylee and the Wrath kid are left, but before they get a showdown, God gives them one last mercy. A night without worries. Anything they want, they will grant. Btw, I have decided on official names for these gals. Kylee the fangirl and Paloma the patient ghost.

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This was it.

Tomorrow, everything was bound to come to an end.

It felt unreal to Kylee. How far she's come, her numerous near death experiences, how nice their room was. God really knew how to treat em when they weren't being careless.

Still, God's assurance of a last peaceful night was a load off their shoulders. A blessing, you might even say.

Chevre left the scene immediately, deciding to spend their last day as a ghost doing their own kooky things. They felt robbed for not dying sooner to do it.

That left Kylee and Paloma, the original duo, to spend the night alone. Just like the good ol days.

They tried the hot tub, snacked on expensive sweets, watched Kylee's favorite episodes of her favorite shows, and had a great time.

Just like normal girls their age would spend a sleepover.

When it got super late, the magic of the tranquility was wearing off. Reality settled back in. Tomorrow was the end. No more fighting, no more floating. The ghosts would be reborn and someone new would be God.

A child. Both contestants left were underage.

And they had to fight eachother to the death. Kylee and Paloma agreed that if she won, she would pick older candidates next time. No kid should go through what she's gone.

Circling back to the competition, they talked about their opponent and his many helpers. They'd seen how ruthless he was. Opportunistic and never one to hesitate. He was a tough rival for sure.

Kylee got quiet for a bit, and Paloma squeezed her shoulder.

"Come on, cookie. Let's sleep early."

They snuggled onto the bed. Two had been accommodated for them, but they were used to sleeping in the same one. It was their piece of comfort.

After settling down, Kylee worded her next question carefully. She had already asked it before, when she first saw Paloma as a ghost, but it didn't hurt to have the answer retold.

What was it like to die?

Paloma stiffened. Her eyes softened. Her voice cracked a bitter smile.

"It hurts. Especially when you start struggling back. But once it's done, all you get is wave after wave of relief. Like when you ace a test you didn't study for." She laughed. It ended breathily.

Kylee didn't like her expression. She had seen it come up a lot in the past few days. And she knew exactly what it meant. She brought Paloma closer and held her face. Looking into her eyes, she asked as quietly as she could.

"... have you regretted it?"

Paloma shivered. Her eyes burst. She whimpered, and Kylee immediately brought her to her chest, letting her cry. Not a single tear stained her shirt.

"I was... So sure I did the right thing..."

"You did..."

Kylee remembered those first days. How surprisingly proud she seemed to have taken her own life. To be done with life and humanity. But as time wore on, her sentiments changed.

"I couldn't help it... I wondered... What would have happened if..."

She paused as sge choked on her words. Kylee gave her a pat. "It's ok..."

"No, it's not!" Paloma got up, her face a darker shade. "We could have been a team. We could have stuck together for as long as we could. Or- I could have been in your shoes right now. I could have been the one that made it to the end. Instead of putting all this pressure.... For you to do the right things."

Paloma was calming down, she rubbed her eyes. Kylee helped brush a tear from her cheek.

"I'm sorry I died so fast."

The words stung. Kylee wasn't taking this.

"Don't say that! If one of us is the bad one... It's... Me."

Kylee rubbed her arm. Paloma shook her head. "Not this again, Kylee-"

"I was a jerk. I admit it. I knew what was going on with you but I never stepped in. Really, Palo," Kylee started hyperventilating. Paloma rushed to embrace her. Their roles had effectively switched.

"If I had reached out to you sooner... If I was more involved... Someone better..." Kylee took Paloma's hand. Together, they squeezed them.

"If I was someone like you..."

"Stop it..."

So many what ifs lingered in their minds. So many paths they could have taken. Together.

But here they were, stuck. One as a ghost and the other possibly becoming a deity. About to fight for the right to be.

"Atleast... I got to show you my favorite stores. .." Paloma laughed at the memory of Kylee dragging her around unwillingly.

"We didn't even buy anything. You just had us people watch the entire day."

"But you had a good time anyways, didn't you?" The smiles are back. Paloma tilts her head and rests it on Kylee's shoulder.

"I did..."

While her death was premature, she had to count the small blessing that was her ability to stick to Kylee as a ghost. She got to see more than the bubble she knew. She got to make friends. And...

Kylee couldn't help the kiss she gave Paloma's forehead. Paloma's face burst and she laughed.

She got to feel so loved.

"Okay, Ms. God, settle back down. Tomorrow is... A big day."

Kylee snickered as she laid back down, Paloma following. After another small silence, Kylee's big mouth continued asking.

"If I win... What kind of life do you want?"

They hadn't touched the topic of Paloma's reincarnation.

The reality of her living without Kylee was too much.

Still, now that it was a serious possibility... This was a talk they needed to have. Paloma moved away a bit.

"Well, you're so creative Kylee, I'm sure you'll give me the best life..."

"But... I want to know what YOU want!"

Paloma was stunned for a bit, touched. Kylee really cared for her opinion. The selfish onlooker she first met was long gone.

"I'm being honest..." Paloma looked away. "I want whatever you give me. I trust you."

Kylee's stomach sank. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, now more than ever.

Paloma looked back at Kylee's serious expression, and she laughed some more. This was too serious for their last night together. "Stop worrying about it, cookie." She laid back down ans snuggled to her side. "Worry about surviving tomorrow. Only you can guarantee me that happy ending."

Kylee's gut sank further. It was the truth, but the pressure was on. She watched Paloma close her eyes and over time, drift away, her sleep as sound as when she was alive.

But Kylee couldn't follow, couldn't even stand to blink. Her anxiety was at an all time high. She had to win. She had to make it up to Paloma. She would be a good god, and rule like her girlfriend would.

Kylee's eyes watered again, mourning prematurely the departure to come. She looked to the ceiling. She would make Paloma happy. She knew her favorite foods, her favorite books, her favorite everything. She would give her the world on a platter, make her have the most fulfilling life. From wealth, to friends, to health and romance. Romance.

Yes.

Kylee was a multishipper. Kylee knew people could mesh well with more than one person. She could find Paloma another lover, a better one!

She would be fine.

Her stomach's knots stayed in place, no matter how long she repeated that phrase.

Yeah, Paloma would be fine.

But Kylee wouldn't.

Kylee had gotten what she wanted.

She would be alone now. Free from societal conventions. Free to do what she wanted. Free to people watch, free to bend wills, free to mess around and turn her ideas into reality.

She will find her own happiness. Somehow. The sentiment felt hollow in her chest.

Panic set in again.

What was she doing? What had she done?

She turned and looked at Paloma's face once more.

If she didn't win... There would be no more world. No more Kylee. No more Paloma.

These were her only options. Stay alone forever, or lose everything.

For the first time since the start of the game, she felt afraid of the outcome.

#traditional art #October #Oc tober #Oc-tober #Ocs #Kylee #Paloma #God is a fangirl #Digital art #oc tober day 7 #My art #Lesbians #Ace #Asexual #Kylee is ace lol i have decided #Paloma is too #Ace queens #Cries #Original writing

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madphantom · 4 years

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The Phantom of the Phantom of the Opera - Chapter 18

Abbott was about to leave his office when he suddenly noticed a faint familiar scent in the air. Lemon tea.

"Good evening, Mr Abbott."

He spun around and gasped. At last, after three long years, he was eye to eye with the mysterious Phantom.

Kelsington Joly was there, lurking in the shadows. His long blonde curls shimmered in the dim light of the lamp. A pale half of his face was illuminated, but the other half, the burned half, was hidden in the shadows.

"Kelsington!", Abbott stuttered.

He nodded and his lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Kelsington indeed, Mr Abbott."

The manager stared at him. There were a lot of things he wanted to say and a lot of emotions he could feel. Fear. Respect. Regret. Pity.

He could see that Kelsington was not having any of those feelings. He wasn't sure whether the Phantom felt anything at all by now.

"What do you want?", Abbott finally managed to ask.

Kelsington slid out of the shadows gracefully. "I want to suggest a change of cast."

"Again?" Abbott immediately put his hand on his mouth.

Kelsington's eye burned in barely suppressed hot fury for a second and Abbott feared for his life. But then the fire died down and Kelsington smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth. "Indeed. Again."

Abbott sank onto his chair. "What is it this time?"

Kelsington sat down on the table. "Taylor Jenner."

"What about him?"

"You're very fond of him, aren't you?"

"Well, he's the only one remotely close to your talent, Kelsington, you know that yourself-"

"Indeed, I do. And that is why I want to offer a change of cast for the next performance."

"You mean...?"

"Taylor Jenner plays Raoul."

Abbott frowned. "But... who's going to be the Phantom?"

"Me."

Abbott's eyes widened. "Kelsington, this is madness."

"Of course it is."

"How are we going to relearn the parts so quickly?"

"Oh, trust me, we both know our part of the game." There was a distant glow in Kelsington's dark eye that made Abbott shiver. "Tell him the news. I want Minnie to stay Carlotta, Paige as Piangi, Susanna as Meg...and Saturnine as Christine. They know their lines. They will do it."

"But Kelsington..."

"No buts!", he suddenly hissed. "You gave up your right to disobey me when you let me go through what happened! You were supposed to check everything before the performance! I always wondered how to make you watch again, well, watch me now!"

***

Friar opened the door and out stumbled a pale and obviously shocked Abbott. Friar caught him before he could fall to his knees. "Jesus, Abbott, what happened?"

"I saw Kelsington Joly," Abbott stuttered and fainted on the spot.

***

They met in a tiny cafe on the corner of two shady streets. Yellow lights gleamed in the puddles on the trottoir. Friar and Abbott looked extremely nervous.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Friar began. "We have come to the heavy decision, that the Phantom has to cease existing."

"This can't go on," Abbott added.

"You're planning a murder." Susanna looked appalled. "A murder!" She glanced over to her colleagues. "Guys! Say something!"

Tay shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, Susie."

"He's a killer," Paige argumented.

"He was forced into it," Minnie suddenly hissed. "You guys must be kidding me." Her face flared up. "That is no way to treat anyone!"

Susanna glanced over to her in surprise. "Whoa."

"What?", Minnie snarled. "You think I'm evil? You think I'm that ruthless prima donna who doesn't give a shit about her colleagues? You think I'm fine with somebody being murdered? Well, that's not the case. I'm not a psychopath!" Her eyes were glowing angrily. "I'm not evil! Sure, I don't like it when my role is stolen, or when I feel threatened, and I don't shut up and say that, but fuck, I'm not a killer, I don't want to see him die on stage or backstage or anywhere just because you-" - she addressed the managers - "-were too incompetent and ruined his life, and now when he pays you back you suddenly complain! Fuck you!"

"You've seen what happened to James. There will be more and more victims if we don't do anything now." Friar clenched his jaw.

Abbott patted her shoulder. "Susanna. I know you two were close. I know it's our own fault that what happened... happened. But you... and also you, Minnie...have to understand... he's not who he used to be. He's a killer. A psychopath. He's dangerous. I don't want him to hurt anyone anymore." For the first time in her life Susanna saw real regret in his eyes.

Friar looked deeply remorseful too. "I hate that we have to do this. But it's better that way."

Taylor stared at his shoes. "It's not fair. What happened to him. That shouldn't have gone that way. He should have been a star."

Susanna glared at him. It's your fault, her eyes said, and Taylor sagged.

"What are you planning?", Paige asked.

Abbott sighed. "We will contact the police and tell them what happened. They will have to use violence. There's no other solution."

Susanna felt tears welling in her eyes.

"If you're going to do this, please...at least let him perform one last time."

"But the audience-"

"It's the least you can do for him!", she snapped.

Abbott bit his lip.

"Okay."

#ooooooh #you guys #we're close to the epic finale #potpoto #you can find the rest under the tag potpoto #phantom of the opera

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saeranlover · 7 years

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Saeyoung saving MC from the Agency? (You don't have to I just really like SevenxMC

Is this okay~?

“So, my space god… Where wouldyou like to meet? I’ve just finished work~”

Saeyoung grinned when he answered his phone, and heard the voice of hislove straight away. “Aha! So the space goddess is free? Hmm~” He startedhumming to himself, before an idea formed in his head. “I’ll meet you by thepark, how about that? We can go on a date!”

“Oh! A date! I’m excited forthat, Saeyoung! We’ve not been on a proper date in a while, so this will begood~! See you then, babe!”

An even wider smile formed on Saeyoung’s face as he then dug in hisjeans pocket for his car keys. He then decided to throw his hoodie off, seemingas it was quite a hot day apparently, before he approached his brother’s roomwith a slight spring in his step. “Saeran! I’m going out for a bit! I’ll beback later, call me if there’s any problems!”

Saeyoung didn’t even wait for an answer as he began to make his waytowards the garage to get one of his cars. He had honestly never felt thisexcited or elated in his life; not even the day that he had asked MC outcompared!

At the park gates, sat on a bench, MC was busy playing a game on herphone whilst she waited for Saeyoung. It wouldn’t take him too long to get tothe park if he was driving, so she didn’t mind doing something like that topass the time. It had also been a good few days since she had last seenSaeyoung though, so it was quite easy to tell that she was rather antsy andnervous.

Any time that a car which just so happened to be the same colour as oneof Saeyoung’s cars went past, she would look up, longing to see the red hairand wide smile of her boyfriend. Every time, her heart sank when she realisedthat it was just a stranger driving past.

After a short while, she jumped out of her skin when her phone began toring, and Saeyoung’s name appeared on her screen. Frantically she answered, andquickly brought her phone up to her ear. “Hey! Where are you, Saeyoung?”

“Haha… There’s a lot of traffic…I might be a little while… I’m so sorry!” She could hear the pain inSaeyoung’s voice down the phone over being delayed, but still, she couldn’thelp but sigh. “I know! How about you seeif there’s a coffee shop nearby, and get us both a drink or some cake? I’ll payyou back by getting you the best meal ever when we meet!”

“Right… Okay, Saeyoung… Please, don’t keep me waiting! I don’t want tomiss you any longer…”

“I don’t want to miss you anylonger too…” A slight silence lingered between the two of them for amoment, before Saeyoung gasped. “Thetraffic is moving! It must have heard my pleas to be with you… I’ll go now, andI’ll see you by the park! Bye bye!”

A faint smile returned to MC’s face after that brief opportunity tohear Saeyoung’s voice, and it gave her the patience to wait for a little whilelonger. She then opened up a map on her phone, and grinned because there was acoffee shop at the other side of the park. She could just walk straight throughthe park to get there!

But she wasn’t aware of the people watching her as she began to makeher little trip.

“That’s the one, I’m sure… The stupid woman who was with that traitor707 that day…”

“So, what do you want us to do about her then?”

“Well duh, you fool. We need to take her, and make that traitor regret what he did… That, or we use herto find out exactly where he is, and we get our revenge on him.”

“Right…” Saeyoung felt relieved to get out of his hot and stuffy carwhen he finally arrived at the park.He then ran as fast as he could to the closest park gates, and looked around tosee if MC was waiting there, as she usually would have been when they met atthe park in the past.

She wasn’t there, so he sighed and pulled out his phone and typed out aquick text to her. ‘Where are youbaaaaaaabe?’ After that, he sat down on the very bench she had been sat onnot even ten minutes before. It didn’t take too long for him to get a response.

‘SAEYOUNG PLZ HELP ME’

‘MIDDLE OF PARK PLZ HELP’

The colour drained from Saeyoung’s face when he read those texts. Hehad been so happy, so excited for onemoment, and both panicking and anxious the next. Something was happening, andshe was quite obviously scared if she was sending repeated texts for help.

He didn’t care that he was getting weird stares from passers-by as hejumped to his feet, and began running into the park. His hands were sweating.His legs were trembling. What was goingon?!

Saeyoung froze when he heard some sort of commotion when he was nearthe central area of the park, before he then began to investigate. He knew that MC was somewhere in thecommotion, because the park was quite empty and he didn’t feel that it would belikely for there to be something else happening at the same time. He hid behindsome trees when he then heard voices clear enough for him to make out what theywere saying.

There was definitely a man’s voice, and there was a hint of familiarityto it. “Just gag her or something… She’ll be more useful when she’s silencedafter all.” Saeyoung moved a bit closer to the area where the voice had comefrom, and his behind a tree.

Next, there was a woman’s voice. “Is this seriously the woman which made him decide to betray the agency?Kinda pathetic, if you ask me. How can he fall for… this?”

Saeyoung took a deep breath as he then peered out from behind the tree,and he took a deep breath as he then stepped out when he realised that MC wasbeing held onto by the woman. “I’d recommend… Letting go of her. Right now.” Hestared straight at the woman, and clenched his fist.

Saeyoung was so not in the mood for this today.

“Shit! It- It’s him! You never said that he’d show up before we evenattempt to make contact with him!” The woman seemed to go into a panic at thesight of him, and even the man tensed up. MC was panicking, and trying to freeher arm whilst giving Saeyoung a desperate look. “So, genius. What do we do now?!”

With a sigh, Saeyoung began walking over to the two people and MC, andstared at the two in slight disbelief. He recognised them as former co-workersat the agency before it crumbled, and he was honestly shocked at just howincompetent they were acting. For that matter, they were arguing that much… Ittook almost nothing to free MC’s wrist, and pull her away from them.

“Idiots… They’re absolute idiots.” He was silent for a moment, but thenstarted grinning at MC. “Let’s confuse them and get out of here before theyrealise, and go on that date which I promised~”

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