Summary // you spend two weeks aimlessly walking around the academy halls after your fiancƩ calls off your wedding, Five has enough of your moping around.
Itās been two weeks since your fiancĆ© called off the wedding, two weeks you moping around the walls of the academy. Refusing to eat or even sleep, all you can do is think about him. Five watches you pass his door for the third time in ten minutes, his frustration growing as he tries to concentrate on his book, āY/Nā you snap back into reality, poking your head back around the door. He sighs, brushing his hair out of his face and leaning back into the chair āplease stop pacingā he sounds tired, you feel guilty stressing him out but you canāt help it, the wound is still fresh.
āSorryā you mumble quietly, scurrying back down the corridor and away from Fiveās door, not wanting to bother him anymore. āY/N, come backā he calls, you stop, freezing for a moment, unsure of what to do. āY/N?ā He calls your name again, making you jump lightly. Running back to his room, you poke your head around his door, a guilty but quizzical look on your face. Five smiles softly āsit downā he mumbles, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitantly comply.
Once you sit down he asks you the question youāve been dreading for the past two weeks, āis it because of him?ā He turns in his chair to face you, resting his hand against his temple, a sympathetic but fed up look on his face. You can barely look in his direction, unable to speak, you nod, feeling the built up emotions finally bubbling over. Unable to stop yourself from crying, you throw your head in your hands and let it out. Crying harder and harder the longer you thought of him, thought of what heās done to you.
Five letās out a heavy sigh, standing from his chair and removing his suit jacket. Shaking his head as he walks towards you, you take a deep breath, temporarily stopping the tears and brace for one of his infamous lectures. To your surprise, he doesnāt speak, pulling you into for a silent hug instead. His touch is soft but firm, you almost melt into him, letting the tears stream. He lets you cry it out, unable to ignore his white button up shirt getting wet, āIām gonna need a new shirtā he mumbles to himself, resting his chin on your head, lightly stroking your back as he does.
One thing about Five is that he hates being touched and touching other people.
You canāt help but let out a small giggle at his comment, sniffling as the tears dry up. Neither of you make an effort to move, Five slowly moves his hand up your back and to your head, lightly stroking your hair as he pulls you in tighter. āYou feel better now?ā He asks after a moment, slowly loosening his grip and pulling away to face you. You sniff, rubbing the tears from your cheeks as you nod, forcing a small smile āth- thanks Fiveā you mumble, choking on your words.
Taking a deep breath you turn to face you brother, heās watching you, a small smile present on his lips but clear sadness in his eyes. āNo problem Y/Nā he speaks slowly and quietly, sending a small shiver down your spine. āYou deserve better, you know that right?ā You furrow your brows at his words, to you, your ex was the best, right? āWhat do you mean?ā You ask softly, confused by his words.
Five pulls away from you, turning away and sighing softly āI know Y/Nā his words are firm āknow what?ā You ask, getting more frustrated as your confusion only grows. āI saw him put his hands on you Y/Nā you freeze at his sharp words, you were so careful not to let your family know what he did to you. āRemember last month when you two were stood in the foyer arguing?ā You nod lightly, your body filling with dread at each word āyeah, I saw everything Y/Nā.
āHe- heās not like that, it was a one offā your voice quiet but sad, barely able to find the energy to defend your ex, Five stays silent for a moment, opting to flash you a knowing look, causing you to sink down into yourself, he knows. You didnāt want anyone to know. āDo- do theā he cuts you off, shaking his head āno and Iām not going to tell themā you canāt help but sigh in relief, Five might know but at least the others donāt. āButā he turns to face you once more, a menacing look on his face and a twisted smile āif I ever see that asshole again, Iāll kill him myselfā you gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat, knowing heās not kidding. You smile softly at your sweet but disturbing big brother āthanks Fiveā you mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder as a laugh escapes your lips. At least he would never hurt you, right?
