Yeva

In a few seconds, Y/n laid beside Mikey, pressing hot kisses to his neck while she stroked his length. Her grip was firm, and her pace was fast. Every few seconds she’d slow down just to rub the flushed head of his dick. His arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

She left a few hickies on his neck. His hand traveled down her lower back and he hummed lowly as he felt her ass. After a few minutes, he was twitching in her hand. 

“Come for me?” She coaxed. She could feel his body go tense, “please?”

He moaned a low noise as he came, and painted her hand with his cum. Y/n slowed her hand and loosened her grip as she continued kissing down his collarbone.

“One more?” She asked.

“Mm.” Mikey stroked her hair. His dark eyes rested on her. She glanced up at him, and for once, she could guess what was on his mind.

“What is it?” She rubbed her thumb over his sensitive tip. 

He hissed lowly and leaned his head against the headboard. She smirked at him, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Will you..” Mikey trailed off as she applied more pressure on his tip. “y/n..?”

She hummed and then moved lower, positioning herself between his legs. She made a mess as she pumped his length. Semen coated her hand and his entire length. Mikey gazed down at her with half-lidded eyes. Her hair was off her shoulders, gathered into his hand. 

Y/n firmly gripped the base of his length as she licked his tip. His dick was pretty, veiny with a slight curve. She gazed up at him as she cleaned the cum off his tip. He held eye contact, his grip on her hair tightened. 

She licked and sucked along his length, cleaning up his cum and replacing it with her own saliva. Her lips were coated in her own spit and his cum. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He groaned as she buried him into the back of her throat. 

Her noises were so filthy. It made something inside him burn. 

“Y/n,” He growled.

She hummed around his length. The vibration made him hiss lowly. He held the back of her head, keeping himself buried in her throat as he twitched. She tried to swallow all of his cum. She choked slightly, and her eyes watered. His grip on her loosened, gently tugging her off his length. She shook her head, and stayed in place. She swallowed as much of his cum as she could. 

Mikey’s breaths were heavy as he leaned against the headboard. Y/n stayed there between his legs, lapping up the mess. He moaned her name and cursed lowly when her tongue lapped over his sensitive tip. He made a low disapproving noise.

She moved away from his tip and cleaned up his length. When she sat up, he pulled her beside him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her against his chest.

Mikey was aware of Y/n’s friendship with the Haitani brothers. He accepted it because they were familiar. 

Y/n was smoking with the two of them in the strip club one afternoon. Y/n wasn’t in the best mood.

“It’s the same shit every few weeks,” she exhaled. That’s the most she would complain.

“Why not just leave this place?” Ran answered. He knew she didn’t like working here. She liked having independence.

“I don’t wanna work for your boss.” 

“Your boyfriend.” Ran chuckled for a moment.

“Find a new way to make money.” Rindou assumed, “Mikey isn’t making you pay rent.”

“..No.” She answered. “But it’s not that easy.”

“Well..” Ran trailed off.

“You seem miserable here, you should figure it out.” Rindou added.

“Yeah. I can take this place off your hands.” Ran tried to soften the truth.

A few more months passed with Y/n living in Mikey’s penthouse. Mikey respected y/n’s space and she tried to be more transparent with him. They ate dinner together every night and usually slept in the same bed.  Their schedules were so different. They only had a window of time for each other each day. It was an unspoken agreement that they expected each other to return at a certain time.

Until Mikey noticed y/n started making phone calls outside her usual times. 

Y/n would get out of work, and eat dinner with him as always. But instead of going to sleep, she opened her laptop and called someone. 

“Who?” Mikey asked the next morning.

“Ryu,” She answered. He just stared. 

“It’s just work. He’s helping me with something.” 

Mikey’s eyes narrowed slightly. 

“I’ll explain later.”

Mikey watched silently as a week passed with y/n talking to Ryu. One night, y/n didn’t go to the strip club.

“Ran’s covering for me tonight,” was her only explanation.

Then, she woke up in the morning a little earlier than Mikey, and was dressed casually in jeans and a shirt. Mikey was staring again, a bit irritated because he had a feeling she was going to meet with Ryu. He always dressed casually to handle business.

“I’m meeting Ryu,” She answered.

“What business could you have with an online scammer and data leaker?”

“Just trust me.”

“I don’t trust secrets.”

“You’ve been working with Ryu for a while, you know how he is.”

Ryu was secretive, and if you were doing business, it was always on his time. Mikey didn’t have the patience to deal with him directly. He always did so through Y/n, or one of the Bonten Execs.

“How’d you get his number?” Mikey asked.

“He gave it to me a while ago.” She answered.

“Why?”

“He owed me a favor. I covered a mistake for him back when I worked for you.”

“Why are you dealing with him now?” Mikey realized y/n was doing everything to avoid the question. “I don’t care about the past.”

“It has nothing to do with you, Mikey.”

He stared at her for a moment. “Your business only concerns me when you need my help?”

“No..” She felt guilt creep onto her. “I won’t ask for your help anymore.”

“You missed the point.”

Y/n got a text message from Ryu and then she had to leave. Mikey didn’t bother asking the Haitani brothers because they kept secrets for her before. Ryu wasn’t someone who could be pressed for information. Mikey was on edge.

He sent a few men to keep an eye on y/n, while he occasionally watched her location. But after a few days, Mikey still had no answers. They met at internet cafes and libraries. Mikey knew better than to think it was a date.

For the next month, y/n didn’t give him any answers. Their routine continued, but now there was complete silence between them. Y/n gave up on starting conversation with him after he gave a series of clipped responses. He didn’t ask y/n questions anymore, he just watched her from a distance. Mikey noticed that y/n spent less time going to strip club, and sometimes wouldn’t leave the penthouse at all. 

Y/n had her own room in his penthouse, now they slept in different rooms. Y/n still fell asleep on the couch often. Mikey woke up one morning to see her laptop open and phone on the floor. 

Ryu sent her a message. Mikey opened y/n’s personal phone. He did not know the passcode for her other work phone. Only a few numbers were saved. Two other friends, Takemichi, the Haitani brothers, Ryu and Mikey. 

Ryu: What numbers did you get?

Her messages with Ryu were short and vague. But Mikey realized, Ryu was teaching y/n how to steal data. He didn’t understand why she chose to keep that a secret. He marked Ryu’s message as unread and put her phone back onto the floor.

A few days passed until Y/n returned to the penthouse at her usual time. Mikey was silent.

“You went through my phone.” 

“And?”

“Is it that hard to trust me?”

“It’s not about trust.” He continued, “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“You think I don’t know that’s an excuse?” She frowned. “You’re controlling, it’s not about my safety.”

“Don’t tell me what my intentions are.”

“You can’t lie to me. I told you that what I was doing didn’t concern you at all.”

“Everything you do concerns me, you live with me.”

“I don’t need to live with you anymore,” she glared. 

There was a heavy silence. Mikey’s tone was cold, yet accusatory. “You’re distancing because I’m not convenient for you anymore.”

“You complained about me asking for your help, and now you justify going through my phone because I live with you.”

Mikey stood up, and y/n held onto his arm. He tried pulling away, her hold tightened slightly. He glanced at her.

“We’ll talk later.”

“I’m not gonna be here later.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving Tokyo for a week.”

“With Ryu.” His tone was accusatory again.

“And Rindou.” She added.

“...When you get back then.” His gaze was distant and she knew he wouldn’t listen anymore. She let go of him.

Y/n texted Mikey when she left. He read her messages but didn’t reply. She stopped texting him because he was watching her location anyways. Ryu invited her to come with him to a business deal. For the first time in a while, Y/n was nervous. That’s why she asked Rindou to come.

Y/n learned from Ryu fast, that’s why he kept teaching her. The three of them sat in y/n’s hotel room as she typed on the computer. 

“So you’re getting 100 million just to press a few buttons?” Rindou asked as he stood behind y/n.

“She’s stealing information and making sure it can’t be traced back to her.” Ryu corrected.

“And you’ve been hiding this from Mikey because?” 

“You know he likes to control everything.”

“Yeah.” Rindou agreed, “He’s giving them hell at headquarters right now.”

Y/n went silent before she stopped typing. Ryu leaned in slightly as he watched her screen. “Wait a few minutes.”

She nodded before turning slightly to Rin, “For the past two months, he’s barely said a word to me.”

“Didn’t he go through your phone?” Ryu added.

Rindou chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Y/n asked.

“Nothing.”

“It’s his first time seeing his boss be so insecure.” Ryu answered, then added. “Your boyfriend knows that I’m gay, right?”

“He knows it’s just work,” Y/n answered, slightly defensive. “..And he’s not insecure.” 

“Yeah,” Rindou added, with slight sarcasm in his tone. “He just likes knowing where everyone is and what they’re doing at all times. Especially Y/n.”

“You can start again,” Ryu chuckled, then took over the laptop for a few seconds before turning it back to Y/n.

Y/n and Ryu split payment for the job evenly between the two of them. Y/n offered to pay for Rindou’s meal before the trip ended and she realized that he can eat a lot. Ryu also came along.

“You two are shameless,” Y/n said light heartedly after she paid for the bill. “This is why you’re both single.”

Y/n actually enjoyed the business trip. All her previous ones involved a few deaths and days of heavy silence. She was still committing crimes, but the danger was less imminent. 

Mikey didn’t realize it was possible for the apartment to become more quiet. It made him uneasy. 

He spent less time there, and more in the Bonten Headquarters. He went through business as usual, and gave the other execs a few more things to do.

“Rindou’s not here?” Kakuchou questioned. It was rare for an Executive to miss a meeting.

“He’s not in Tokyo right now.” Ran answered.

There was a pause. Then Mikey continued, “Sanzu, I have a list of people who owe money.”

Mikey was hard to read, but everyone could tell his mood was sour because they felt it. He spent the entire week in headquarters and vaguely said they needed to do some “housekeeping”. Everyone was slightly more on edge. This was the worst week for anyone to make a mistake.

Y/n arrived at the apartment and saw Mikey in the living room. He was walking somewhere and he paused. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes were dark. 

He stared at her face for a moment, then her hair. She wore it down with her bangs pinned away. Her clothes, and then the suitcase in her hand.

“You ate?” He asked. 

“A while ago. Your exec tried to eat a hole through my wallet,” she answered as she closed the door behind her. She seemed happier than the last time he saw her, “What’s for dinner?”

Mikey made dinner while y/n unpacked and showered. She stood nearby and watched him. The tension from their last conversation was still there. After they both ate, Mikey spoke up.

“You want to move out?” 

Y/n stared at Mikey for a moment. Was that his biggest concern from that entire conversation? She shook her head, “No. I don’t plan on moving out.”

“I just want my work to stay separate from you, and I don’t want you going through my phone. If you don’t respect that, then I’ll need to move out.” 

“I hate when I don’t know what’s going on with you.”

“Still.”

“I don’t like secrets.”

“You don’t tell me much about Bonten’s business.”

“You don’t ask.”

“Because I trust you,” she answered. 

“I trust you.” His tone was defensive.

“You don’t always act like it.”

“It’s safer.” He doubled down on it. She was silent for a moment.

“You can’t keep following me everywhere, Mikey.” She answered lowly.

“Only until you’re safe.”

“You can’t oversee everything I do.” 

“..I know.”

“You won’t interfere with my work,” She added.

He remained silent. She knew it might have been unfair to ask. He was always the one who saved her, was their work ever completely separate? 

“No other men should touch you.” He replied. He didn’t care what her motives were.

“I didn’t plan on letting it go far.”

“At all.” He added.

“Fine.” She answered, “The same goes for you.”

“Fine.”

After Y/n moved in, the penthouse was still quiet most of the time. Mikey actually gave Y/n space. He turned an empty room into her bedroom and she had her own keys.

“Mikey,” She stuck her head into his office. “Are you gonna eat with me?”

“No.” He answered. 

She sighed. “You never eat dinner with me.”

“It’s unnecessary.” He didn’t look up from his desk.

“Right.” Her tone was sarcastic, “Cuz I’m just the whore that you live with.”

Mikey stilled. “Y/n.” 

She then continued to bring up his old words. “And nobody respects-“

He exhaled through his nostrils, “I’ll be done in an hour.”

Y/n was happy when they fell into the routine of eating dinner together. Mikey was neutral. They saw each other everyday, it was unnecessary. At least now, she was close. He almost always knew where she was.

Mikey hated the nights where Y/n didn’t come home until the early morning. By the time he returned from the Bonten Headquarters, Y/n would be ready to head out again. 

“Later,” she lightly touched his shoulder as she walked past him. His eyes followed her frame towards the door.

“Call me.”

Y/n thought it was unnecessary. Most of the time, she only texted him when she was at work. He would get annoyed and only read her message. She only called if it was important.

An entire week passed of Y/n coming home in the early morning when Mikey had to leave for meetings. Now, the only time they saw each other was dinner. If it bothered Mikey, he didn’t show it.

One morning, instead of walking past him, she leaned on the counter beside him. He glanced up at her. 

“You’re back early.”

“Can’t you go to headquarters later?” Y/n asked.

“It depends.” He answered.

Y/n’s scent was different. She smelled like three different kinds of perfume and more like liquor. He stepped closer, sliding her jacket off her shoulders. He put it on top of the counter, and his eyes settled on the glittery lipstick print on her shoulder. 

“One of the girls had too much to drink.” She spoke up. “She didn’t mean anything.”

“Intention doesn’t matter,” He walked away from her.

“Mikey.”

He ignored her and left. Y/n was essentially alone in the penthouse for a week. Mikey only returned when she was already asleep, and he didn’t eat dinner with her either.

The stripper who kissed Y/n left shortly after. She said she found a new job. Y/n didn’t push further, and let the girl leave.

The second week passed without any sign of Mikey. She made her way into Bonten Headquarters and sat in Mikey’s office chair. Her old desk was still empty in the exact same place she left it. When Mikey stepped into the office, he sighed.

“You must be really busy.” 

“No.” He walked over to her. She smelled like perfume and cigarettes. She came straight here after closing the club.

“Did you really need to move her away?” 

“She chose to take the job.” 

Y/n stared up at him.

“Nobody hurt her,” he added.

“Even so, I told you not to interfere with my business.” She continued, “You can’t move my girls away.”

His jaw clenched slightly, “She shouldn’t have touched you.”

A moment of silence passed. Y/n’s tone softened slightly, “When are you coming home tonight?”

“The usual.” He leaned against his desk and replied to a message on his phone.

“Time.” Y/n demanded.

He paused for a moment before he continued typing on his phone. “You came here by yourself?”

“If you were with me I wouldn’t have.” She put her hand over his phone, tilting it down slightly. “What time are you coming home?”

“Nine.”

She pulled his phone away from him. His grip on it tightened, “Six.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, unsatisfied with that answer.

“Four.”

She let go of his phone and stood up to press a kiss to his jaw, “Later.”

Y/n was sleeping in Mikey’s bed when he returned. She barely opened an eye at him and went back to sleep. He sat at the desk and worked there while she slept. A few hours passed before she woke up. It was silent. Even when her hands wrapped around him and her head rested on his shoulder. 

“I hate when you leave me here by myself.” 

He knew. Instead of answering, he held her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. 

Sometimes, instead of being tired after work, Y/n grew restless. She came home earlier. She would get out of the shower just before Mikey had to leave for work. 

If he seemed lost in thought, she’d come close to him. Her finger hooked into the loop of his belt, and she pressed herself against him ever so slightly. 

Her breath was hot against his neck as she spoke, “Do you have a few minutes?”

Today, he turned to face her, his eyes taking her in from her pretty face to her damp skin. He hummed lowly before placing a hand on her lower back to pull her closer.

She gripped his shirt tightly as he pulled her into a deep kiss. She made a low noise as she pressed closer against him. She shifted against him in a way that made him grip her hips firmly and tense against her. He broke the kiss and kept the proximity as he turned her around, and lifted her onto the counter. He stood between her parted legs, and firmly gripped her thigh as her arms pulled him closer.

“Tell me what you want.” He saw right through her. 

Y/n was surprised he let her go this far after he got ready for work. She gazed at him for a second, and her face turned hot. She wasn’t new to this, but Mikey had a way of making her feel exposed before her clothes even came off. He was never in a rush for anything.

It was rare to see Y/n flustered. He was curious about what was on her mind. He patiently waited while his thumb rubbed circles on her inner thigh. He should’ve gone to headquarters 30 minutes ago, but they would have to wait.

“…” She gazed up at him. “Will you go down on me?”

“If that’s what you want.” He leans in and presses hot kisses to her neck. He left marks over the previous hickies, so that it wouldn’t fade anytime soon. 

He untied the belt of her robe, revealing her bare skin. Y/n’s hand was tangled in his hair when he laid her flat onto the counter. He left hickies across her chest while his hand massaged her thighs and kept them parted. 

He kissed her inner thighs and grazed the soft flesh with his teeth. He took his time, making small circles on her clit while he ruined her thighs with his teeth. He soothed each bite mark with his tongue and hummed lowly at the pretty colors blossoming on her skin. 

He glanced up at Y/n only a few times, taking her in. She was so vulnerable, laid bare just for him and her slick dripped down on the table. She wouldn’t admit it, but her body showed him just how eager she was. 

He gave her exactly what she wanted. His tongue lapped at her clit, coating her with his own saliva. The press of his tongue was firm and deliberate against her delicate skin. He worked at a slow, but steady pace. He didn’t make much noise, just listened to her deep sighs, low moans, pleads and the few times she uttered his name.

He felt her thighs twitch in his hands. His hold became firm to keep her legs parted. Her back arched off the table, and her hand gripped his hair slightly.

“Mikey~” She moaned. He continued tasting her as she came down from her high. 

“Mikey…come here,” She called his name again, her voice soft but stable. 

He stood up and she met his lips with pure fervor. He let her take the lead for a moment, until he adjusted to her pace. When Y/n broke the kiss, her face was flustered, and eyes were soft. Something close to adoration. She gently held the sides of his face, “You’re so good for me.”

“He knows everything we do now,” Rindou answered.

“He sent you?” Y/n raised an eyebrow.

Rindou placed an envelope on the table. Ran nodded, “We wanna know about their trade routes with China.”

Y/n reached for the envelope and skimmed through the money quickly. “I need more than this.”

“We know. I’ll wire transfer the rest.”

“How much?”

“Name it,” Ran answered. “We know you’ve jacked up the prices.”

Y/n nodded. She wrote down her price and then transferred the money. She sent them a folder with everything she had about the Yakuza’s deals with organizations from China. 

“You should be careful.” Rindou continued, “The Yakuza move quickly when people spill their secrets.”

It wasn’t a threat, just a reminder. That was the closest thing to concern the brothers would give to Y/n. They lingered in her office for a while after the deal was done, and then they left.

Another month passed, and it was completely calm. Y/n fell into a routine. Then an uneasiness settled in her stomach and twisted. The last time things were this quiet, she was being watched by Bonten without having a clue. She felt paranoia creep up on her. She always looked over her shoulder when walking alone. She used a new route to drive home everyday. She changed the locks on her doors and windows.

But she couldn’t shake this feeling. It all boiled over when she arrived at the club entrance and saw blood painted on the sidewalk and a pile of dead animals at her doorstep. She swallowed dryly. She called the cleaners to get rid of it. 

She carried her gun in her waistband now. She had more security, and she carefully watched everyone who entered the club. It was the middle of the night when she opened the phone to Mikey’s contact again, she unblocked him.

Then called. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Four rings. She sighed, expecting it to go to voicemail once again. Then he answered with silence. They were both silent. It was hard for Y/n to get the words out.

“..help me.” Her voice was steady, but she cringed at how pathetic the words were. He hung up without a word. Y/n sighed.

After Y/n closed the club she walked to her car, and saw Mikey leaning against it. He smoked a cigarette and held something in his hand.

“What is that?” 

“Tracker was on your car,” he answered.

Y/n stepped closer, looking at his hand. He put it back onto the handle of her car, then walked away.

“Come.” 

“Where?”

He sighed, “My place.”

Y/n followed him. The car ride was silent, Mikey barely glanced in her direction. When they arrived at his apartment, she went into the bathroom to shower. There was already a set of clothes folded in there for her. Mikey was on the couch when she came out of the bathroom.

“Mikey, I’m tired.” 

“First door on the right,” He said, not glancing up at her.

She glanced around. She saw how everyone glanced at him from the corners of their eyes, and the club had gone almost still. She nodded and led the way to her office.

“This used to be Bonten’s place?”

“It was mine first, and it’s mine now.” She answered, sitting down in her chair.

“Hm. How’d you get it?”

“Why, interested in buying?” She lit her own cigarette. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she couldn’t afford to show fear.

“Something like that.”

“We’re not for sale,” she exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“We’re taking over this territory.” He continued, “In a few weeks, we’ll decide who gets to run business here.”

Y/n knew he was serious. Mikey had wiped out all the smaller gangs in the surrounding area after she called him that one time. Now, anyone could come take it over. 

“I’m not interested in gang wars.” 

“All you’ll do is work with my dealers, and hide a few things in here.”

“I have my own dealers.” 

“You’re refusing?” He asked.

“I only agree to a good offer.”

“Alright,” His eyes glanced down to the hickies on her neck and he smirked. “You’re a pretty little thing. Tell me, what’s a good offer?”

“My name’s Y/n.”

She didn’t kick him out of the meeting. She explained what she wanted, and he listened. She was confident, only because she had a gun beneath her desk. 

“Fine. I have a few girls who I’ll be bringing to you. I expect a cut from it.”

“I’ll pay you for them once.” She stated.

He seemed satisfied with the deal before he left. Y/n considered calling Mikey, but didn’t. If Mikey knew, he’d want to take the territory before the Yakuza could. Then Y/n would need to report beneath him again. If she let the Yakuza take over, Mikey still might retaliate. Then there would be a territory war. Bad for business. If Y/n worked with the Yakuza, she’d have access to more information. 

It was risky. The man she spoke with clearly didn’t see her as a threat. But she was valuable enough to listen to. Could she use it to her advantage?

A week passed. Y/n continue speaking with the Yakuza leader. He never cared to ask who left those hickies on Y/n. In fact, he seemed to like the idea of taking someone else’s woman. That’s how she ended up in his Mansion in the middle of the night. There was no security at this hour, but she knew that he had a gun in his waistband. She wore a tight dress that couldn’t conceal any weapon on herself. That’s what made him let his guard down enough to leave her in his bedroom with his drink on the nightstand.

She slid a small ziplock bag out of her dress and emptied the contents into his drink. When he returned, he pulled her onto his lap.

“One second,” she chuckled and reached for his drink on the night stand. She brought it to her lips, but then he took it out of her hand. 

“Wrong glass princess,” he took it from her and drank the whole thing. Then he set it back down and pressed hot kisses against her neck. She relaxed slightly, the hardest part was out of the way. He took her relaxation as a sign to go further. He laid her onto the bed and was on top of her now.

The drugs would take a while to affect him. Y/n concealed her anxiety as his hand slid down to the hem of her dress. Her phone suddenly rang.

“One second,” she mumbled as she sat up.

“You should’ve put it on silent.” He firmly pushed her back down.

“It could be important,” she smiled, her hands tracing his muscles through his shirt. She had to do something to stop them from shaking. He was twice her size, she couldn’t afford to struggle against him. 

“Like from your boyfriend?” He leaned in again.

“It’s complicated,” she sighed lowly as his teeth sank into her neck.

“Tell me…who’s calling you?” 

So he did have some cuck fantasy.

“My ex boyfriend,” she began. “He always cheats on me and expects me to go back to him. He doesn’t respect me at all.”

“Mm, I respect you pretty,” His hands move further up beneath her dress. Then, she felt him still. “...you did something.”

He towered over her with narrowed eyes. He was starting to feel the effects, “The fuck did you do?” 

His hands wrapped around Y/n’s neck and she shook her head. “Nothing, I promise..”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” His grip tightened and he pressed her further into the mattress. 

She struggled beneath his weight. Her vision darkened as she clawed at his hands. Then, he stilled. His grip on her loosened and he collapsed beside her. She rolled away from the bed and gasped for air. She coughed as she desperately tried to catch her breath. A few minutes passed before she stood up. She searched the bedroom, beneath the carpet, checking the tiles, inside the closet, drawers, everywhere. She scanned the room and didn’t find anything. She used his face ID to unlock his phone and then went through it. She took pictures of anything she deemed valuable. 

When she was done with this room, she stared at his lifeless body before taking his gun and moving through the other rooms. She was searching for files, a safe, anything worth her trouble. It took her the entire night to search the entire mansion. She turned off the fire alarm, turned on the stoves and dropped a few matches in the doorway before leaving. She wore a hoodie over her dress, walked a few miles and then took the bus back to Tokyo. 

Mikey was waiting in Y/n’s apartment when she returned. His gaze was intense, and borderline judgemental. He knew exactly what happened. He didn’t bother asking who it was, he was already dead. Y/n fell back into her old ways, but now she was taking risks with the Yakuza. Ever since Y/n was out of his sight, she grew unpredictable. He hated that.

“Was it worth it?”

She sighed, “Yeah.”

He walked over to her, and pulled back her hoodie, revealing the new hickies and the bruises on her neck. He observed them closely.

“You’d rather do this than work with me?”

“I made my choice.”

“Nobody will respect you for being a Yakuza’s whore, even just for a night.”

“You knew what I did when you met me.” She avoided his gaze. His words stung.

“You didn’t have a choice.”

“You think you’re giving me a choice?!” She snapped.

“It’s better than this.” 

One evening, Y/n went to open the strip club. Once she approached the door, the scent of blood was strong. The lock was broken. Her stomach twisted. Three of the girls had been killed, and left in the entrance way. 

Y/n closed the door behind her and stood outside. She took out her phone, and stared at her contacts. She clenched her jaw slightly before dialing Mikey. The phone answered in one ring. He was silent.

“Did you do something?” Y/n asked carefully. This didn’t seem like something he would do.

“What happened?” 

Y/n was silent, hesitant to give Mikey any leverage over her. “What’s your price?”

“Just tell me.” 

Y/n hesitated, “..Nevermind.”

“Don’t-“

She was peeved at his tone. She hung up. She had the number for Bonten’s cleaning service stored in her phone. She called that instead. 

She went into her office and watched back the CCTV footage. A few minutes later, Mikey called her again.

“I’m outside.”

“Coming.”

The crime scene was cleaned up quickly. If she hadn’t seen it herself, she wouldn’t suspect a thing. She unlocked the door and let Mikey in.

“A group of men broke in last night and brought 3 of my girls to kill them here.” Y/n explained. 

“Let me see.” He walked to her office. Y/n rolled back the footage and showed it to him.

“Any guesses on who they are?”

“I’ll handle it.” He answered. “Get more security.”

Y/n nodded. She didn’t open the strip club that day. She actually spent the day talking with the girls’ emergency contacts. 

One person was pissed, and screamed at her. The other just cried on the other end of the phone. The last person she called was far too neutral, it made her uneasy. She arranged for their last payments to be sent out, and her stomach twisted. 

In the evening, she was back in her apartment. It was so quiet. She sighed as she stared at Mikey’s number. She called again. 

He answered, “What happened?”

“Are you busy?”

“Why?”

“Come over.”

“Alright.”

The sun had already set when Mikey arrived. Y/n left the door unlocked for him. She smiled at him for the first time in months. 

His eyes scanned her as he approached. She sat at her island, patiently waiting. One leg was crossed over the other and her chin rested on her hand. She glanced up at him as the door opened. She had changed out of her work clothes into a nightgown. 

She slid a glass over to him, “Don’t make me drink alone.”

He sat across from her, and picked up the glass. He brought it to his lips. After a while, Y/n was tipsy enough to reach across the table for his hand. He let her thumb trace shapes on the back of his hand. 

Mikey eventually reached his limit. He couldn’t drink anymore without his judgement being clouded. He placed a hand over Y/n’s as she reached for the bottle again, “It’s getting late.”

She put down the bottle, “Stay.”

He stared at her for a moment. “Alright.”

Y/n abandoned their drinks on the counter, and held Mikey’s hand as she tugged him over to the couch. He sat down and she stood in front of him. He gazed up at her with a neutral expression. He didn’t demand anything. He just waited. He almost seemed patient. 

Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly pushing him back onto the couch as she straddled him. One hand rested on the back of her thigh, gripping her flesh firmly and pulling her closer. 

She leaned down and pressed her lips onto his. He pulled her closer so that her body was against him. Her hand slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt, tracing across his abdomen and he let her. 

The kiss was initially slow, Mikey let her set the pace. His fingers traced her collarbone, up to her neck before he held the side of her jaw. She broke the kiss then. For a moment, they were in silence, their breaths were slow, and skin was hot beneath all their clothes. 

They shared a glance. Mikey’s hand moved up her thigh, feeling her skin through the fabric of her night gown. The curve of her ass, the slight dip of her lower back, her sides and then his hand firmly held her waist. 

She leaned in again. This time, her tongue swiped the bottom of his lip, and he brushed his tongue against hers. The kiss was hungrier now. A low noise escaped her as they explored each other. 

Her grip tightened on him every so slightly, and he felt her hips shifting against him. He made a low noise, then loosened his grip so she could continue.

 When their lips parted, Mikey pressed kisses to Y/n’s skin. Once he reached her neck, his teeth sank into her flesh. Her hands gripped his hair and a noise escaped her. He sucked gently at her skin and soothed the pain with his tongue. He continued marking her neck. The pattern was deliberate, where people would see. 

Y/n was growing hot as Mikey moved further down her skin. He left a trail of hickies across her collarbone, and he reached the center of her chest when his phone rang. 

“Answer it,” Y/n said. 

He sighed as she got off him. He walked over to answer his phone.

“Sanzu,” His gaze shifted to Y/n as he spoke. “I’ll deal with it in the morning.” 

Y/n just stared at him with an unamused expression. A moment of silence passed before he stood up. He gazed down at her, and she stood up as well. She had never defied him this much before.

“You killed him just because I was having sex with him?” Y/n crossed her arms as if bracing herself for the truth.

Mikey glared at her, “He was expendable, and a distraction."

Her stomach twisted. 

“Focus on what I brought you here to do,” He added.

“I don’t wanna work for you anymore.”

“Take a week off,” his tone was dismissive.

“I’m not coming back.” She scoffed and turned away. 

Before she could reach for the door, Mikey’s hand slammed against it. She froze before turning around. Now he was in her space as he stopped her from leaving. She stepped forward, he didn’t move. He placed another hand at the side of her head.

“Calm down,” he said, almost softly. Having him so close where she could smell him and hear his low breathing did make her irritation fade for a moment. Her expression softened and her arms fell to her side. 

Then, his eyes glanced down to her lips again. One hand rested on the back of her neck, his thumb lightly traced the skin of her neck. He held her gaze while he did this. 

“You need some time away,” He said lowly. “Don’t be impulsive.”

His gaze flickered down to her lips while he leaned in closer. Y/n pressed a hand against his chest, stopping him. “No.”

He froze, and glanced up at her. His eyes narrowed, searching hers for any sign of uncertainty. 

“No.” Her tone was firm. He wouldn’t play with her emotions anymore. He leaned back, giving her some space.

“You don’t even trust me.” Y/n began. “I made one mistake, and you’ve been breathing down my neck for months!”

“When she spoke to you out of line, you barely reacted. Everyone in Bonten hides things from you. But when I do it, I'm the worst."

He just stared as she ranted. Y/n felt her frustration boiling over. 

“You don’t surveil anyone half as much as you do me.” It was as if she was talking to a brick wall. “Rindou doesn’t even give you a report anymore. Are you fucking serious?” 

“Are you done?” 

She stepped forward. He held her wrist, pulling her closer. 

“You have access to me that they don’t.” He stated, “People don’t just walk out of deals with Bonten.”

“Bonten or You?” She glared, and tried to pull her wrist away but his grip was firm.

“Neither.” His gaze was cold. “Take some time off, and come back when you’ve found some sense.”

He let go of her and stepped back so she could open the door. He just watched. He didn’t even react when her eyes glossed over with tears. She turned away from him and wiped her eyes quickly. He started to walk over to her when she opened the door and left. The door slammed behind her and he just sighed. He stared a moment longer, until Sanzu opened it. Then he turned away and sat back down.

“Let's finish planning,” Mikey stared ahead.

—

Two weeks passed without Mikey hearing from Y/n. He frequently lost track of time in his office, and would fall asleep in there at night instead of going home. He had a shorter temper. Everyone walked on egg shells around him more than ever.

He didn’t have the time to read through all the proposals the way Y/n did. Mikey didn’t trust Sanzu’s attention to detail, and Kokonoi was only good with numbers, not legal contracts. He skimmed them and rejected anything that seemed mediocre. 

He received an email from Rindou. There was an attachment, the strip club Bonten had taken from Y/n had now been sold back to Y/n for a ridiculously cheap price. Mikey ran a hand through his hair, and stood up. He entered Rindou’s office. It was empty. Ran’s office was empty. Sanzu’s office was empty.

Y/n ignored his messages, stopped coming to work, and now his last thing connecting them had been severed. Only a few idiots would enable this.

He went onto his laptop, and checked the trackers he had on them. They were in a club on the farthest end of Tokyo. Mikey turned the 5 hour drive into 2.5 hours. The bouncers bowed at him as he entered the club and he didn’t bat an eye at them. 

“He got here fast,” Ran frowned.

“We owed Y/n a favor.” Rindou sighed. Sanzu just smoked his cigarette in silence. 

Mikey entered, and grabbed Sanzu by the collar. “Explain.”

The brothers shared a glance before they walked closer. 

“Don’t.” 

They froze. The door opened. Two people entered, Kakucho and Kokonoi.

“I found out after the transaction was finalized.” Sanzu explained, “It was too late.”

“Mikey, it’s expensive to replace the second in command.” Kokonoi sighed, locking the door behind them. 

Mikey pushed Sanzu away, turning to Rindou.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Kakucho stared at the two brothers.

“Mikey-” Rindou started to speak.

Mikey punched him in the abdomen before he could finish. He tried to stay on his feet, but his legs gave out. 

Ran stepped forward. Sanzu grabbed him. Ran shrugged him off. Mikey stared at Sanzu. Then his gaze shifted to Ran before he glared down at Rindou. He clenched his jaw at the sight of these three idiots.

“Don’t.” Sanzu and Rindou spoke in unison. Ran opposing Mikey would just make the situation worse. 

Kakucho and Kokonoi stepped forward, but froze when Mikey reached into the waistband of his pants. Ran was torn between walking to Rindou or just staying in place.

Mikey pulled out his gun and gazed at all of them. “Each Bonten executive having an independent system is failing.”

Nobody dared to move, or even speak. 

“Everything you do needs to be sent directly to me.” He gazed down at Rindou, 

Then glanced up, his eyes landing on all of them. “I won’t repeat myself.”

They all had their gaze downcast.

“Understood, Mikey.” They said in unison.

He walked to the doorway. A moment passed, where everyone stilled and stared at his back. She’s gone. The thought made him want to turn around, but the sight of those three made his blood boil. He couldn’t look at them now. After a moment of reasoning, he put away his gun and left. Ran helped Rindou get up and they all cursed lowly among themselves.

—

A week passed after Y/n became the owner of the strip club. The Haitani brothers had renovated the place while they were the owners. Nobody could tell her what to do, and no one dared to speculate how she gained the property.

Part of her missed sharing an office with Mikey. This club held far more bad memories, and just seeing these walls brought them all back. It felt like she never left, even after the renovations.

She had really hated Mikey the last time she saw him. Part of her had wanted to give in when he tried to kiss her. Instead, she snapped at him, and in response, he was just a stone wall. She hated the part of her that missed him because it made everything else seem so uninteresting.

Y/n made more money now that she owned the strip club. She got a penthouse and a new car. She was saving enough money to eventually leave this place for good. 

It was early in the morning when she returned to her place. Mikey was sitting on her couch. 

She sighed, “What are you doing here?”

“I gave you time off.” 

“I told you to have someone else go deal with your shit.”

A pause. “You started crying, then left.”

“Just leave.”

“I can double whatever you’re making on your own.”

Y/n walked away and went down the hall to her bathroom where she would change and shower. When she returned, Mikey was still there.

She sighed, “it’s not about the money.”

“You hate that place.” 

“I also hate getting bossed around,” Y/n glared, “and when you interfere with my personal life-“

“You were distracted.” 

“And I hate when you don’t let me finish my sentences.”

“Come to headquarters next week.” His tone was dismissive. He stared at her for a moment before getting up and leaving.

Y/n ignored his demand. She continued working at the strip club like usual. It was the middle of the night when the club was at its peak. Y/n opened the door to her office. She hesitated when she saw Mikey sitting there.

She remained silent, and just stared at him with a straight face. She closed the door behind her, turning the lock so nobody else would enter. 

She walked toward him. Mikey’s hands were folded on the desk and his expression was almost pensive.

“I’ve spoken to you enough.” 

“I’ve made my answer clear.” 

He stood up, so they were on eye level. “Don’t make me hurt you.” 

Y/n’s lips pressed into a thin line at his words. He was the leader of Bonten. Allowing his assistant to just leave set a bad example.

“Seems like you’ve already made up your mind.” Y/n folded her arms.

“You know what you need to do.”

“Your threats won’t change my mind.” Her eyes were cold.

He glanced down at her fists, which she clenched to stop them from shaking. “You’re acting braver than you are.”

“You were supposed to find some sense while-“

“Shut up.” She demanded. “Talking down to me and threatening me won’t make me come back.”

He stared at her. Would she rather throw away her life instead of just coming back? How far was he going to push?

Y/n believed that if Mikey wanted to kill her, he would have done so already. She gazed back at him.

“For what reason?” 

“The executives have gone to you for help hiding bodies and disposing of evidence that I shouldn’t know about.”

The lady stared before answering, “I’m just doing my job. Keeping you in the loop wasn’t a part of the contract.”

“When you signed a contract with Bonten, you signed it with me.”

“Stop fucking with me.”

Something inside Y/n twisted. He lets her talk like this?

“Enough.”

The lady quieted, but she raised an eyebrow at him. She did calm down, but demanded Mikey pay her by the end of the week. Then she left.

“Set up a wire transfer next week.” He told Y/n. 

After seeing that interaction, Y/n felt almost angry whenever she looked at Mikey. That lady had given him so much attitude, and concealed things from him as well. She was shameless and unapologetic about it, and Mikey essentially just gave her what she wanted. Y/n could barely think straight. Underneath all her feelings, she knew the real problem was jealousy. She couldn’t go on like this.

Y/n left at her usual time before Mikey even said anything.

One way to get over someone, was to get under someone. That’s why she ended up at the club, sitting in the VIP section next to Ran. She had a cigarette in one hand, a cocktail in the other and she wore one of her most revealing dresses. 

Ran knew something was up, but he didn’t comment on it. He offered her free drinks, so she took advantage of that. 

The two of them had small talk, but they were both too intoxicated for it to be anything meaningful. They were both doing the same thing. Their eyes occasionally scanned the floor down below for anyone interesting. 

“Sir Haitani, someone’s requesting to see you.” One of the body guards answered.

“Who?”

The body guard said his name was Izaya. Y/n had heard it before. He was a dealer with a big reputation. Ran allowed him to come in.

He was tall with dark hair, blue eyes and thick arms. Y/n stared at him shamelessly. He grinned as he shook Ran’s hand. 

He smiled at Y/n next, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” Her eyes scanned him intentionally before flickering back to meet his gaze. “it’s nice to meet you.” 

Ran had small talk with him for a bit, and then glanced at Y/n, who just smirked at him. He knew it was his time to leave.

He offered to buy her a drink. They had small talk, and Y/n answered his questions vaguely. He didn’t pay much mind to it while they traded lingering touches. She was used to toying with men while their minds were clouded with lust. Part of her hated how good she was at it.

Izaya was nothing like Mikey. That’s what made her go through with it in the end.

The night ended with his hand around her waist and lips locked against hers as they headed to a hotel for the night.

It wasn’t just that one time. Izaya was a good distraction. He didn’t ask too many questions, and he made time whenever she called. She spent the night with him, and then it was easier to ignore her feelings for Mikey during the day.

–

She had a pattern of coming to work insanely hung over, but never late. Mikey’s gaze lingered on her for a while longer, but he remained silent. She greeted MIkey like usual as she headed to her desk. She felt his gaze lingering. 

“Is something wrong?” 

He just stared, silent. Y/n had no choice but to look away. She suddenly had an uneasy feeling. 

“You haven’t been focused for a while,” He answered.

“Did I make a mistake?” She asked, opening her laptop. No answer.

“Y/n,” He spoke after a while. “We have a meeting in ten minutes.”

She nodded and opened the files for today. Her eyes widened when she saw the meeting with Izaya. 

Mikey stood at the door with an expectant stare. She stood up and came with him.

The two of them entered the meeting room to see Izaya waiting. He seemed tense, almost scared. He only made eye contact with Y/n briefly before he continued discussing matters with Mikey. 

“There’s a new operation in Hokkaido,” Mikey explained. “I’m sending you there to oversee it starting next week.”

Izaya agreed, and only acknowledged her with a slight nod of his head before leaving. He acted distant, as if he knew better. Y/n stared at Mikey, who gazed back at her. 

He stood up, “Fix what’s been distracting you.” He left without glancing at her. 

Y/n looked in the mirror, and saw the hickey that was behind her ear. 

“Please.” Ran added with a smile.

“Please.” Rindou added, reluctantly.

“You told them where I live?” Y/n asked Sanzu.

Haruchiyo shook his head, “You wouldn’t open the door if just the two of them showed up, so they paid me to come.”

“I’ll help for a price.” Y/n answered. “Wait out here while I change.”

She closed the door, and changed into a more casual outfit. She opened the door, and let the 3 men enter her condo. 

“Shoes.” 

They all took off their shoes and went to sit on her couch. 

“No smoking.” She added when she saw them reach into their pockets.

“Any Whiskey?” Sanzu asked.

Y/n shook her head. “Just Vodka and Hennesey.”

The three men sighed. Y/n rolled her eyes and picked up her laptop before sitting down. “Do you have a new idea?”

“We’ll have someone oversee the new area of the club to limit liability.” Rindou answered. 

“Paying a manager is still expensive. You’d also have to watch them to ensure they’re not stealing from under us.”

Ran rolled out a blueprint onto the coffee table. “The additional area is a strip club, and we’ll be running drugs throughout. Does that cover the cost?”

Y/n was silent as she considered it. “It might be good enough.”

Rindou raised an eyebrow, clearly not liking that answer.

“What is so great about this expansion that you need investment from Mikey?” Y/n asked. “You have other partners to work with.”

Sanzu chuckled, “Are you calling them broke?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at them, not biting back her words. “What happened to the money that Mikey gave to you a few months ago?”

Ran glanced at Rindou, who sighed, avoiding eye contact with Y/n. “We..I lost it.”

“What he means is that he got drunk, made a stupid gamble and now he owes the investors money.” Sanzu answered.

Y/n’s eyes widened. Oh, Mikey would be pissed if he knew. “Before we discuss your construction plan any further, let's talk about my price…”

“How much?”

“50 million yen,” She answered. Sanzu hissed through his teeth. “Can you get that to me in a month?”

“It’s a deal.”

“First, forget about asking Mikey for more money.” Speaking of the devil, her phone rang and Mikey was calling.

She answered. 

“Are you busy?” He asked. Odd. He rarely asks questions. Usually just makes a demand.

“No, do you need something?” She was willing to stop the meeting if Mikey had orders for her. But she also didn’t want to tell him about what they were discussing. 

“Nevermind.” He ended the call. 

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, “Does Mikey have your location?”

The three of them all said no. Y/n continued making a plan for the Haitani brothers to get out of this mess and not cost Mikey more money. The meeting lasted until the late afternoon. 

“Why not ask Kokonoi about this?” Y/n asked.

“He’d blackmail us, threaten to tell Mikey, and charge us far more money.” Ran answered.

“Let’s adjust the price to 75 Million yen.” Y/n said. The brothers nodded. 

Y/n was surprised at their compliance. The brothers were in some deep shit. 

A few weeks passed. One morning, Y/n entered the office and saw Mikey sitting at his desk like usual.

“Anything new?” He asked.

“I haven’t looked at the inbox since last night, I’ll get to it.” She put down her bag. 

He stared up at her. “The Haitani brothers gambled my money away.”

Y/n looked up at him. “I’m aware..They-”

“Owed investors. Then went to you asking for advice on how to get a loan from me.” He continued, “You worked with them without telling me.”

Y/n felt irritated that he cut her off. “I gave them a plan to get out of the debt without needing to ask you for more money.”

“Your role is not to move money inside Bonten without telling me.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.” 

“Enough.” He ordered. His voice low, eyes cold and leaving no room for argument. “When you make decisions, you report everything to me.” He let silence fill the room.

“Understood,” She answered. He continued staring at her for a moment before returning to the paperwork on his desk. For the rest of the day, it felt like Mikey was breathing down her neck. He told her to CC him in all her emails, and send screenshots of all her messages.

“The dealer in Osaka had an issue with the police, but it’s been resolved so operations are doing well.” Y/n explained.

“Send me the police report, and Kokonoi’s report on their profits for the last week.”

Mikey wasn’t taking her words at face value anymore. It bothered her to no end.

Later, she left the office when Mikey let her. She went to Rindou’s office. She glared at him.

“You knew the risk, don’t be mad at me,” He sighed. 

She took up the cigarette box off his desk and took one out. “Lighter?”

He handed it to her, and she lit her cig. 

“He’s pissed at all of us. Delayed my next payment, so now the club maintenance is on me.” He didn’t seem bothered by this at all.

“Don’t make anymore stupid gambles.” 

“It’s gonna happen again.” He continued, then smirked. “And I might ask for your help.”

Sanzu walked in, “The only reason you’re in one piece is cuz Mikey likes you.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Her phone rang. She felt a bit anxious when she saw Mikey’s name. She didn’t say anything as she left the room. She was already walking to his office as she answered the call. 

“Hurry.” 

She continued searching through the office. She found a small safe in one of the bottom drawers, and unlocked it with a key. Inside was the contact information for a few surgeons, and their hotspots for organ trafficking. Y/n took this with her. 

Then someone banged on the door. Y/n stood up, aiming the gun and moved to an angle where she had a clear view of the door. The man kicked down the door and she shot before he could fully step in. Her bullet hit him in the throat and he stumbled before crumpling to the floor. 3 more men were behind him and Y/n crouched behind the table. Her heart raced in her chest. In panic, she fired a few more shots into their legs. They stumbled, but she needed to reload her gun. Her hands shook as she did so.

If they surrounded her, or closed in on her, she was done for. She flinched slightly when a bullet whoozed past her. One of the men had bled out, while the other two stood in the doorway. She heard one of them step forward, so she swiftly leaned to the side and shot him twice in the stomach. 

Y/n’s hands grew sweaty, and the gun felt slippery in her hands. Focus. Focus. Focus. Someone rounded the corner. Someone snuck up on her. She was fast. She lunged at Y/n with a knife in her hand. Y/n stumbled back, but the knife sliced along her calf. 

“I’ve got her!” The girl yelled as she lunged toward Y/n again. She heard the other man’s footsteps as he rushed into the room. Y/n shot the girl in the shoulder, so she’d stumble. Y/n shot the man in the chest as he was running. Before the girl could get off the floor, Y/n shot her straight between the eyes.

The room was empty now. Y/n limped over to the chair near the safe, and hissed from the pain in her calf. She wiped off her hands before opening the safe again, and putting all the papers into a binder. 

She was done by the time Mikey returned. Mikey was barely sweating, there was a slight tear in his suit but he seemed otherwise untouched. 

“You’re injured.” Mikey stated, rather than asked.

Y/n nodded. “Just a cut. I found something you’ll wanna see.”

“Later.” He walked around the desk, eyes scanning her from head to toe. His eyes stopped on the blood that soaked her pants. He extended his hand.

Y/n hesitated, but he gazed up at her. A silent order, with a hint of irritation in his eyes. She raised her leg and he held it in his hand. He rolled up her pant leg to see the injury. It was a long, but relatively shallow cut. He observed it for a moment before pulling it back down. 

“Put your weight on me while you walk.” 

“I can walk just fine.”

He stared at her for a moment. Then, he hooked his hand beneath her knees and placed the other around her back before lifting her.

“Mikey.” She protested. He ignored her, and carried her all the way back to the car. After they left, Mikey had someone come look at Y/n’s injury and bandage it for her. When the nurse was done, Y/n went to find Mikey in his office.

He was talking on the phone while looking at the documents Y/n had found earlier. Sanzu sat on the couch in a corner smoking a cigarette by the window. Sanzu glanced at Y/n before quietly leaving. Mikey’s call ended after a few more minutes. Y/n walked over to his desk, and pulled the empty chair nearby closer.

Mikey shook his head. “Don’t thank me.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Y/n lied before changing the topic. “Is the information accurate?”

Mikey answered, “For now, yes. Sanzu’s gonna check the locations.”

His gaze shifted to her and he continued staring for a while in silence. 

“That’s good.” Y/n answered. “You think we’ll go back home sooner or later?”

“Are you uneasy now?” He asked in a neutral tone, but it came off almost like teasing.

“Of course not. Answer the question.” She sighed.

“Sooner.” He answered, a slight smirk on his lips. He stood up and walked over to her.

“Don’t thank me,” Y/n’s tone was dry. 

“I wasn’t going to.” There was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You should rest for tonight.”

“I’m not tired.” 

Mikey gazed at her for a moment, then his hand rested on the back of her head. He guided her closer and pressed his lips to her forehead. It was brief. It took Y/n a moment to process what he just did.