#sadodere

"Y/n, hey." I've been practicing my surprised face for a moment like this one. It's pretty hard to be 'surprised' to see someone that you see everyday. "What are you doing out here? Don't you live across town?"

"You know I can't resist Ron's coffee, what about you? It's been forever since I've seen you, where have you been?" To answer your question, yes, I do know that you can't resist the coffee here. You've been coming to this cafe every Saturday and Wednesday after yoga class since our senior year of college. I'm honestly surprised that you stuck with Yoga for two whole years. You've always been bad at committing to things.

"Oh, you know, I've been around. Been doing a little bit of everything, a lot of freelancing."

"That sounds great, I know it can be a bit challenging for photographers to make a living out here but you're so talented I know that you'll find a permanent spot soon." She's smiling, so I can't help but to do the same. She's so cute and foolish. I'll never settle at one job, I need to be close to her. I made a promise never to be more than two miles from her at all times just in case--.

"Y/n." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no. Not him, what the fuck is he doing here.

"Chan, hey, I thought you'd never show up. This is Hyunjin, we went to Uni together. Hyunjin, this is my boyfriend Chan." Oh, I know who he is, Bang Christopher Chan, twenty-five years old, born October third which makes him a libra. I could go on and on about your cute little scumbag here.

"Nice to meet you." I offer my hand to him and his icy stare meets my burning one. He doesn't budge, you can barely tell that he's breathing. You wanna be a tough guy? Two can play that game.

"Chan" Y/n nudges him in his side and he serves her a disapproving glare. Running my hand through my hair I smile over at y/n.

"It's fine, some people have a hard time containing their jealousy when they're around me."

"Come on, y/n, we'll be late." Late? You don't have anywhere to be. She would've put it in her Google Calendar.

"Uh, right. Well um, Hyunjin it was awesome seeing you. Text me sometime." He grips the back of her neck and guides her past me just as she went in for a hug. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take everything in me not to snatch her from him. She doesn't need someone like him, always so cold towards her. Does he even have a heart? How could you not smile at the sight of her short curly hair, her bright eyes and crooked smile. How could you resist such a ravishing woman? It takes everything in me not to step out of her closet in the mornings and fuck her right over her desk.

Before I could say my goodbye the cafe door closed behind them and Chan looked back at me with a smirk. My jaw clenched at the sight, he thinks he's got her. He thinks he can take her from me, he thinks this is goodbye. It is far from goodbye, it's see you later. Maybe, tonight.

Third person POV

"Why would you tell him to text you later?" The echo of Chan slamming his car keys down on the table in the main hallway echoed through the quiet apartment. Y/n trailed in behind him, annoyance evident in her eyes and tone.

"I told you a thousand times, I was being kind. Hyunjin and I haven't seen each other in a year and a half. We were best friends and I've missed him." That's all she had to say to trigger him, he turned swiftly, caging her body against the hallway wall with his arms on either side of her body. He leaned down to her, inches away from her face and snarled.

"You what?"

"I- I said that.. I missed.. him." A smirk plays upon Chan's lips, it deepens into a smile as he processes what she just had the nerve to tell him.

"You shouldn't say things that you don't mean, Y/n. That makes you a liar and no love of mine is going to be a liar. You do not miss him." A stiff laugh spills from Chan's lips causing y/n to shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. She knew that Chan could get jealous to say the least but he's never come off this… Intense. "Listen, baby, I don't want you talking to him okay? I think that's a simple request and I expect you to follow it. Am I clear?"

The silence that followed Chan's question seemed to worsen the situation almost instantly, slamming his hands against the wall he inches closer to her until they are practically sharing the same breath. "Am I fucking clear, y/n?"

"Yes." Her answer is firm and rushed, it's also a lie. She knew that if Hyunjin were to message her, she'd answer. How could she not? Their friendship goes so far back it would just be rude to ignore him.

"Good, pet." Backing away from her Chan turns his attention towards the living room. "I'm Ordering thai, I'll get your usual "

Y/n stood there, shaken and silent as she watched Chan walk away. Little did she know that Hyunjin had seen the whole thing, it was moments like these that he was thankful for installing those nano-cameras a year ago. It was times like these that Hyunjin was tempted to burst through the front door and save her from him, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer.

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"Who's that?" Y/n's phone chime triggered Chan to speak for the first time in almost two hours. The two had been sitting in the living room in silence flipping through channels until they came across a Criminal Minds marathon. Pressing her home button, y/n checks her phone then shrugs her shoulders seconds after.

"Just an Instagram notification. " Her gaze settles back onto the TV screen but Chan's is fixed on her.

"Are you sure about that?" Y/n's eyes quickly meet Chan's before she averts her gaze to his chest.

"Yes, Chris, I am sure." Her tone, that's what did it. That's what got him started, what caused the corners of his lips to curve into a cynical smile. The violent exhale that followed caused y/n to squirm in her seat a bit, fear bubbling in her stomach.

"I thought I just told you..." Lifting himself and swiftly leaning over y/n like a shadow, Chan grasps the front of her neck and pushes her head back slightly cutting off her air supply. "I don't fucking like liars, and yet, here we are.

The small gasps that y/n managed to let out filled the room along with the noise of a car commercial on the TV. Chan's eyes bore into hers like he was searching for something he hasn't been able to find for years. Like he was waiting for her to look the least bit sorry. Releasing his grip on her neck he swings his arm and the back of his hand sweeps across her cheek harshly causing y/n to shift in her seat. Grabbing a handful of hair he pulls her head back to look him in the eyes and his disturbing yet amused face has shifted to an icy stare.

"How many times am I going to have to telling you the same fucking thing?" His voice was calm yet bitter. "Do I have to beat it into you? Maybe fuck you into submission? Solitary confinement, maybe."

Y/n's heart was beating at nearly a million beats per second but that was nothing compared to Hyunjin's. The sound of Chan's words rang through his head like a church bell. Today was the day that he had to go and save her. Before he knew it he was out of his car and across the street. The sound of y/n whimpering spilled from the cracked window and he used that as his green light. It was almost like he could hear her calling his name in each cry.

Using his copy of the key that he made, Hyunjin busted into the apartment closing the door behind him and rushing to the living to find a half dressed y/n with red marks in a uniform pattern down her back. Her tear littered face turned to look up at him and he felt his heart flutter and sink all at once.

"What the fuck are --" before Chan could finish his sentence Hyunjin had charged at him. Hands balled into fists and ready to fire. Pinning Chan to the ground, Hyunjin had the upper hand for a while. Landing punches in places that were sure to bruise later and remind Chan of this day, this moment.

"What the…" Y/n's voice trailed off into a whisper of silence as she crawled away from the altercation scrambling to her feet. She watched, confused and in pain from the punishment that Chan administered seconds ago.

Chan managed to push Hyunjin off of him and land a strong punch to his nose. The two scrambled to stand and stood across from each other, smirking.

"How fucking dare you touch her like that." All Chan did was chuckle darkly and shake his head slightly.

"I was wondering what it would take for you to come out of hiding." Hyunjin's eyes widened, he knew?

"Now what? Gonna save the day? Take her from me and run away to the land of butterflies and rainbows? " Chan glares at Hyunjin with a cocky grin as he wipes the blood from his nose.

"You don't deserve her, it's me that she needs. I'd never harm her, that's all you seem to know how to fucking do." Chan claps sarcastically causing Hyunjin to snarl aggressively.

"How sweet, but you're missing one key piece…" taking a step closer to Hyunjin, Chan sticks his hands in his pockets. "I'm not letting her go. She's mine, she belongs to me. I won her before you did and I don't plan on letting her go anytime--"

"I'll take her from you, I know her better. I can love her better than you ever imagined you could. " Turning around to face a frightened y/n, Hyunjin smiles. "Baby, let me finally take care of you… I've been here everyday since senior year waiting for you."

"W- what do you mean everyday? You've been.. in my house?" Y/n's visible trembling breaks Hyunjin's heart but he's too far past his capacity of emotional vulnerability to aid her at the moment.

"Of course, Darling, I've been here all along. Watching you sleep, eat, and get hurt by this monster. Now is finally my chance to protect you from him. I'll do whatever I have to do to get you away from him."

"Kill me, that's what you'd have to do. And even then I'd find a way." Hyunjin and Chan stare at each other almost as if it's a game and y/n is the prize.

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Escape was proving to be a concept that was far easier said than done. After leaving the throne room, you ran wherever your feet could carry you. But every passage was a dead end. You didn’t seem to be getting farther or closer to where you needed to go… wherever it was!

‘Of course I can’t find my way out of here! I’ve never even been here before!’ you thought.

You made a sound of frustration as you caught more guards at a turn of the corner. Two of which came up to question you upon noticing your unfamiliar form of dress.

“From where do you come?” one of the knights asked.

“From- from there! The throne room!” You point down the hall, though you were a good several turns down from your original location.

“So, you’re with the reincarnators?”

“Yes? I mean, if that’s what you call it,” you replied, “Not like I died.”

“We’re on the lookout for the rogue reincarnator by the name of Jack Aaron, the bomb-maker. Just a while ago, he attempted to assassinate His Majesty, the king. Have you seen him?”

Your eyes widened, thinking back to the sudden explosion that shook the ground during your escape. You hadn’t even registered it, hopped up from your own adrenaline.

After a beat, you suddenly shook your head, “I-I haven’t.”

But the knights didn’t seem all too convinced by you, though. They exchanged a glance, one of them then leaning in to whisper something to the other.

You reeled back when he made a grab for you, “Wha- stop!”

“Come with us. The king is in critical condition, but he still has a need for you!”

“I can- I can’t do anything! I talk to animals! I’m a …bard or something!”

The other knight snatched you before you could dodge him. You kicked and screamed, but were helpless to your captor's strength.

Your resistance was met with the knight in front of you, unsheathing his sword in warning.

“We can’t find the other reincarnators, so right now you’re all we’ve got,” he stated. “Just stop resisting. If you continue to struggle, we’ll act under the assumption you’re involved with the rogue.”

A sardonic voice rang across the room. “Hmm~? Involved? With little ol’ me?”

All three of your attention had turned toward the end of the hall. His appearance was as stark to this world as your own: very modern, rugged, and crass.

Jack Aaron.

“Hey, there,” he announced. “Manhandling a girl like that doesn’t seem very chivalrous.”

The knight with the sword lost his originally attentive manner as he made a mad dash towards Jack. The former approached with a cool stride, the unsheathing of his army knife seeming to go unnoticed by the knight until he attempted to slash his head off. Jack ducked before turning his left shoulder to strike true across the man’s face.

You shrieked when he turned and saw his eyes were maimed in a bloody horizontal line. He wailed in agony, grabbing madly at the air, running around like a chicken without its head, and only ceasing when he hit one of the castle pillars and crumbled pathetically to the ground.

Jack sucked his teeth, “So dramatic. Like, just die already, y’know?” he took out a handgun and ended the man's misery in two shots. 

“Now, what’s this about you being my partner?”

You felt the knights’ breath hitch when he turned his sights back to you. He pulled you close, wrenching your arms behind your back in a painful grip that made you finally sob. 

Why, why were they being so rough with you? You were so tired of it!

“He-elp…” you squeaked.

“Don’t come any closer!” The knight warns. His leather-gloved hand then creeps up to your neck. 

“You’ll come with me, or I’ll snap her neck.” You can hear the sneer in his voice, “Unless you’d be so heartless as to let a young girl die.”

Jack doesn’t show any urgency about your predicament. He hums and scratches the back of his head with the butt of his gun. Despite the knights’ threats, he’s musing. It’s like he’s just been given a pop quiz, one he doesn’t know the answer to, but is pleased to be challenged on.

It honestly shouldn’t have been such an enigma from your perspective! You knew you couldn’t do much at the time, but you technically gave him leeway to escape. You didn’t even know what he was doing back here!

“That depends on whether she wants to be an accomplice,” Jack said, giving you a pointed look.

You immediately cry out, “Yes, please! Save me!”

“Shut up!” 

“Help!”

Cocking the gun, Jack began sprinting towards you both. “Don’t jerk around so much, you two!”

But before he could do away with your attacker, a sudden weightlessness had overcome you. You didn’t even realize your eyes had been closed until you felt the breeze of the air push up past you. The sky, as well as the castle top, was getting further and further from you. All tension left your limbs: arms and legs in your center vision had been pushed up by the air. 

Briefly, you let go of hope.

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*You called for [HELP]!

*The birds began to carry you.

*You have used 1/3 calls.

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The knight was already halfway dead by the time you’d fallen. Jack made quick work of him, using the same method as he did his comrade, since you weren’t in the way of the blood splatter, some of which speckled his cheek.

He was mildly disappointed with how things turned out. After all, you had been the only one of those bastards not to look down on him back in the throne room. He felt he owed you only that choice of not fucking dying like the rest of them would. But no, the bastard had to go and toss you out of the window.

What did he think that was going to do exactly?

Did he think he was going to make a jump to save you since he thought you both were allied? He’d be mildly impressed if the tactic wasn’t so cheap.

He hummed to himself, going to look out the window to satiate his grim curiosity. He’d expected you to be a gangle of contorted limbs and gore on the ground. But he didn’t see any mark of your landing.

There was no blood or guts… it was like you had disappeared in a puff of smoke.

At the very least, he was certain you weren’t dead. Even with the logic of game mechanics here, he knew that bodies didn’t phase out of existence like the ones he’s seen back home.

…Unless this had something to do with your [Skill]. Whatever that was.

The knight’s pathetic sobbing returned Jack’s attention to his fragile state. He shot two bullets in his mouth and chest, respectively. But somehow, the NPC had found it in himself to cling to life, albeit loosely.

Jack would quickly relieve him of his burden.

Groaning when turned over by his boot, his breath then hitched as he was met with the barrel of Jack’s handgun.