cw: angst. cigarette mention. reader is wearing makeup.
"we were good together once, weren't we?"
as he speaks, voice low and calmly demanding of your attention as usual, a wind seems to pick up and whistle between and around you, or perhaps it's just the rushing of blood in your ears that makes you feel simultaneously cold and hot. the chill is real however, and you tighten your jacket around you. you're turned slightly away from him as you sit on the curb just beside the side entrance of your walkup. you're not allowed to smoke here but he does anyway, always has, and a cigarette is lit in his right hand but he has yet to pull because he's speaking to you. perhaps lying to you even.
"no, we weren't."
your throat tightens as you say the false words out loud.
draken was good to you, despite everything. he loved you as best he could and you loved him.
you think that's true. what do you feel now? it's 3 am and you can't look up at the sky or look at the man standing beside you, back pressed against the brick because if you tilt your head back, tears will run down the sides of your face and if you look at him, they will multiply.
draken breathes through his nose, a sound whose sadness dampens its intended humor. from the corner of your eyes, you see him finally raise his hand to his lips and the puff of smoke reminds you of lazy nights spent in each other's arms or leaning against the balcony, the entire city getting a flash of your bare chests, draken's fingers in your hair as he tells you his dreams under the moonlight.
"i thought you were good for me," he says. it isn't an accusation but it feels like one. your clasped hands sit in your lap and you try not to fidget or shake for fear he might hold you. you still can't look at him.
"did you come all the way here to tell me that?" you ask. bitterness doesn't suit you, especially after all this time.
"what if i did?" draken asks.
"then you're an asshole," you reply.
to this, he sinks slowly into a squat. his presence next to you is never easy to ignore and the fact that you are trying is almost laughable if it weren't for the fact that your heart is heavy.
"i am."
more smoke.
you turn and glare at him, and the image of him blurs immediately behind your tear-filled eyes.
he lets you cry, knowing that he doesn't have the right to touch you or hold you or comfort you in any other way. not when he is the one who triggers all of these strong emotions.
not when he's the one who ruined things.
the cigarette is put out and eventually you stop crying. he watches you carefully and slowly, because you allow him to, his hand finds its way on the side of your cheek, thumb wiping away tears.
"should i go now? i'm ruining your memory of me again."
"you've done it before," you whisper. he smiles.
"thank you for coming out to see me."
you don't reply.
he kisses your forehead before leaving and his presence lingers.
somehow you know he'll be back and you won't be as strong then.
HELLOOO?! UHM...this is my first ever post on Tumblr. So yeah—I've never posted on Tumblr LIKE EVER!!! I do only post on wattpad but that's abt it :/. ANYWAYS this is draken angst lol ..ANYWAYS PLS REBLOG OR INTERACT WITH MY FIRST POST IN ANYWAY
WARNINGS: ANGST TO FLUFF??, DRAKEN BEING A DUMBO AND CHEATING ON Y/N, FEM PROUNOUNS, NOT PROOFREAD
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You and Draken had been dating for only 1 year and you had saw some weird red flags from him in the last months.
He hadn't been hanging out with you the last two months, he was always with Mikey, Mitsuya, Takemichi, or Pah-chin.
The only time you really saw him was when he came home after work. You would always stay up late at night just to welcome him home and cling on him, but he would just say 'not right now Y/n, I'm to tired. Sorry' but was he really sorry?
If he was sorry, he would at least sleep in the same bed at you....right? Well no, he would tell you to go sleep in the bed and he'd be right up—but he always ended up sleeping on the couch.
This happened for weeks— until one day you were walking in Shibuya, and saw it. You saw Draken kissing Emma. He was so happy looking. Hugging her from the side as she smiled at him, holding his hand as they walked through the people who crowded the streets of Shibuya.
Oh, so this is why he wasn't loving, caring, and sweet to you anymore. All the emotions he once shared with you, he was now sharing with her.
You had ran as fast as you could through crowds of people, you ran home. When you got home, you grabbed your bag and shoved your clothes, stuffed animals, braclets, rings, everything except the gifts Draken had gave to you.
You left those, no reason to have gifts from someone who never even loved you probably.
You had left now, Drakens house, and called a taxi.
When the taxi arrived you told them to drive you to your friends house that was sorta far away. Only on the other side of Shibuya, not far, but still far away from Draken.Arriving at your friends house, you had gotten out of the car and handed the taxi driver money before walking up to the door of the house and knocking.
The door opened very shortly after you knocked, your friend looked straight at your figure. "Y/n? Y/N!?" They said in shock of you showing up, since you two barley talk anymore. "Baji— I hate him—oh gosh—no I don't. I love him so much but he doesn't share the same feelings." You said to your bestfriend since birth.
Tears were falling so fast from you eyes, Baji was shocked that someone could cry so hard.
"What-? Come inside Y/n, tell me everything."Baji said and moved out of the way so you could come in.
You stepped inside, Baji shutted the door then put his hand on your back and leaded you to the couch. You sat down and started to burst into tears.
"What happened Y/n, why is a pretty girl like you crying so much?" Baji said making you smile a bit. You looked straight at him in the eyes and wiped your tears from you cheeks.
"He cheated on me" Those 4 words made Bajis face go in disgust, knowing damn well you were talking about Draken.
"With who?" He said. "A girl, a friend, a male, a coworker?"
"Emma"
"Just as I thought, I knew he was using you. He's a bastard he's so fucking lucky Mikey likes him or I'd have his head on a stick by now. I won't kill him but I sure will beat his ass" baji said making you shake your head.
"No—no!"you pleaded "don't hurt him. I wasn't good enough for him! I'm not as pretty as Emma—"
"Shut up Y/n" Baji said making you look at him shocked. "Please you think Emma's pretty? Hell she's just a face full of make-up, she's hella bossy, petty and she's a damn ass pick me. But your so fucking pretty! Your naturally beautiful Y/n! Don't tell yourself you aren't, any man would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend. Drakens just a pain in the ass."Baji had now hated Draken, they use to be bestfriend but now since Baji knew Draken cheated on you, he hates his living guts.
"Fuck him. You deserve better then him." Baji said. "Girl you are PERFECT. AMAZING. OUTSTANDING. BEAUTIFUL. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS!""You think?" You said to Baji and he just smirked."I DONT THINK I KNOW Y/N!"You hugged him and laughed.
You love baji so much, he's the best. He looks really mean but deep down he's a huge damn sweetheart.
(Thank you to @thisbicc for the idea, I deleted the ask by accident cause I'm stupid but here we go) (sorry this one is short, it hit hard for me and I wanted wanted get it over with, hope you all enjoy this)
Draken, your first love. Draken, the person who's been with you through every up and down, just like right now. Drakens comforting you while you cry your eyes out because you feel like you aren't enough to be with him.
It felt mpossible to get the words out of your mouth to even begin to explain what was wrong, you just wished draken could read your mind and understand how worthless you felt and how much you hate yourself in the moment.
It's not secret draken has dated some beautiful people, he was one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen and so were his ex's, when you looked at them your stomach knotted, heart dropped and all you could think was "look how pretty they are compared to you. How can you compete with that?" Granted this was only your mind saying these things but did draken think them too?
"I ju-just can't see why your with me! I'm nothing compared to your ex lovers, draken, I'm not prettier then Emma, I'm not as skinny like the others, not as athletic like them,, not as interesting like them... I'm not as good as them but you say you love me, choose to kiss me at night, you choose to stay with me draken." It all came pouring out before you could even stop crying, it felt so good to get it off your chest and finally tell draken how you felt but now that it was out, what if draken thought it was true and left you? What if.
"Y/N, please look at me." Draken whispered, arms slowly wrapping around your smaller frame, one hand gently pulling your head up to look at him, a small smile resting on his lips as he wiped away your tears holding back tears of his own. "Y/N I lose my breath everytime I look you, I get so fucking flustered around you. I dream of you every night I lay down, I will never get used to your beauty. You're my whole fucking world, i don't deserve you but here you are still with me, I never want to lose you. You are my entire reason for even waking up. You don't have to be prettier then emma, be as athletic or as skinny like my ex's to be the love of my life. I'll choose you in every life time we have, you're my baby. Please know I'll always love you Y/N, I may not say it or show it but I love you with every inch of my being"
Draken couldn't help but cry as his words came from his mouth, he's never told you how much he loved you, how much he loved holding you, kissing you. You were the most perfect thing to him. Draken couldn't imagine his life without you. "I'll never stop choosing you Y/N, I love you so much."
characters: draken , takemichi ( senju and mikey are briefly mentioned)
content: !!spoilers!! character death, angst, timeskip! draken, gn!reader, black!reader
again SPOILERS
you were waiting on draken to get back after he said he was going to keep takemichi out of danger by his bike. as you were scrolling through instagram on your phone you heard it.
you heard it but you didnt see it.
gunshots
people were screaming and running towards the exit making it difficult to see/hear exactly where the sounds came from.
saying you’re scared would be an understatement. you were terrified. your heart was pounding against your chest as you weaved through the crowd of people, desperately trying to find your beloved draken. its not like he would blend in with his height and tattoo. you called his name out a few times and were met with silence. making your way to the side where you last saw draken at you heard someone talking. a familiar voice.
“everything will be okay by tomorrow, right!? because you’re draken..”, takemichi screamed. your eyes widened as you saw your lovers body on the ground with three gunshot wounds in his torso. “draken?!”, you screamed with a shaky voice and ran to his side. draken looked at you and smiled “ i hoped you wouldnt see me like this, y/n.” you shook your head at his words and looked at takemichi “did you call the ambulance?”, you asked him. “senju made the call. they’re on their way now.” takemichi said looking down at draken.
“i dont think i have much time left.”, draken said. “dont say things like that draken! you’ll live! i cant let you die on me like this..”, you said with tears running down you face. draken smiled fondly at you and started talking about how he lost many fights before when he was young and how he admired mikey. while you and takemichi were listening carefully to drakens words he suddenly asked takemichi a favor.
“please take care of y/n and mikey”
those were the last words you heard from your lover, Ken Ryuguji, draken. You stared at his casket with dull eyes. you thought about all the dates, late night rides around shibuya, how you both made spotify playlists for each other, and how he even let you re-braid his ponytail almost every morning. but now you cant do that anymore because hes gone. your heart clenches at how you wish you could tell him you love him one last time.
Draken has second thoughts after a day well spent turns into a night of grief.
13+ │ Teen!Draken × F!Reader │ 3k words
Tags: Fluff to Angst, One Mention of Death, Manga Spoilers, Third Person Limited POV
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His head was pillowed on her lap.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,”
He lowered his magazine to look at her. “Yeah?”
“Who’s she?” her gaze turned to his board of pictures. There was only one other girl on it besides her.
“That’s Emma. Mikey’s half-sister.”
“I see.”
She gathered his hair in her hands, presumably to try another hairstyle. She’d done several already, pulling it loose every time she finished.
“I don’t like her anymore,” he watched her from below, knowing exactly what was on her mind. “You’re responsible for that.”
Her neutral expression turned into a smile. “My bad.”
Whoever saw them outside would think they were at least acquainted. They never went past waving at each other on school grounds; when Mikey saw them once, he didn’t care much after he told him they were neighbors. It took little to no effort to pretend.
They would meet in his room once or twice each day, in late afternoons and evenings.
She often tampered with his things in the late afternoon. She would outrank him in Mario Kart on his DS, or pick a movie from under his TV. Eventually, she discovered the hidden stash of adult movies behind his displayed ones. She held one up to show him, sporting a judgmental, disapproving look.
“They’re not mine. I swear.”
“What are they doing in your room, then?”
“I dunno. They’ve always kept those in here,”
“So they’ve entrusted their porno collection to a boy?”
He searched for words to phrase it better, but to no avail.
“Yeah. A brothel’s not a place for good decisions,”
Later, he heard noises similar to those that often echoed from the next room, except these were from TV. She sank under his death stare that told her one thing: You will be banned from this room if you do that again.
In the evening, she devoted a small portion of her time to studying. She read her subject notes aloud without being prompted; he assumed it was her indirect way of encouraging him to study as well. He lent her an ear, but listening always made him sleepy. He dozed off like a kid being read to before bedtime, and she smacked him with her notebook to bring him back to his senses.
She stopped doing that at one point. Instead he woke up in the middle of the night to her soundly asleep, her arm on his waist, face buried in his shoulder, breathing him in. He wondered if she heard his chest drumming in her dreams.
Before dawn, he guided her half-awake self to cross from window to staircase and watched her ascend to her own window. One morning, before she walked up the stairs, she leaned over the metal rails facing his window.
“Do you have plans later?” she asked, palms rubbing opposite arms to fend off the cold.
“Not till the afternoon,” his upper half peeked out the window. “Do you?”
She shook her head.
They met outside in the daylight, greeted again by the winter cold.
Faint sunlight warmed them as they walked the narrow streets of Shibuya Center-Gai. Several types of stores lined up on both sides: fashion, electronics, music records, cuisine. The area was more tame in the morning—he was sure if they went in the afternoon or nighttime, they’d be surrounded by people on all sides. At present, there were not as many scattered about. They walked for leisure, no particular destination in mind. Their sleeves brushed whenever she shifted closer to keep from bumping into people.
The savory aroma of takoyaki made them pause in their tracks. They followed the scent to a stall situated within a line of smaller shops. They stood in front of the counter where two people worked behind molded griddles, the sound of sizzling and the appetizing scent stronger than ever.
In a small box in their hands, bonito flakes danced above piping hot balls of batter. They ate standing. She winced as she chewed, her hot breath forming a small cloud as it left her mouth.
“Mom’s been trying to get ahold of me,” she said once she swallowed, poking another with her small stick.
He seared his mouth as he ate, blinking away tears. “You haven’t talked to her?”
She shook her head, “Don’t want to,” and took another painful, delectable bite.
“Why not?”
She sucked in a breath. “She won’t have anything good to say to me.”
He had to wait before he ate another one, “You don’t know that. She might be worried about you.”
“I don’t think so,” she fanned her mouth and put her stick down. It was a lack of judgment on their part to let the hot snack cool after they burned their tongues. “I left her on a whim. She probably feels disrespected, thinks I’m ungrateful and all that.”
“Well, it’s bad to assume. Hear her out. Maybe she wants to fix things with you.”
She pondered on his words. “I’ll think about it.”
He gave one ball a tentative bite. Not as hot, but still warm. He tasted it better, able to chew without crying. He motioned her to do the same.
“What’s it like having parents?” he asked, gradually lessening the contents of his box.
“Difficult. For me, at least. Sometimes they make decisions you can’t accept. Like Mom marrying someone else—I can’t accept that.
“And sometimes they’re so caught up in their shady career that they don’t know you’re secretly going on dates with someone. Which is fine, I guess. I get to spend more time with you.”
“We both know it’s not fine,” he said.
“But what can we do about it?”
Watching her snack on takoyaki, he thought, This girl gives everything her all. If her dad’s head is too far up his ass to see that, it’s on him.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just continue to be you, and I’ll continue to have your back.”
They looked at each other at the same time. Facing forward, she let out an airy laugh, breath forming mist.
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t understand how you’re the same guy who takes pleasure in punching people’s faces.”
He looked in another direction as he laughed, “Only if they have it coming.” He’d been embarrassed about laughing ever since she said she liked it.
On the way back to their building, they entered a world of giant LED screens and a busy scramble crossing. More people littered the streets than when they first passed, thinning out once they reached theirs.
“I’m gonna be late tonight,” he told her as they walked into the elevator.
“Something happening?”
“Yeah—we’ll be fighting Mikey’s half-brother’s gang. It’s a big deal.”
The elevator ascended. He added, “They’re the toughest around, so if we win tonight, we’ll be the best in the region.”
“And you will.”
Her palm slid under his own. Warm lips pressed the back of his cold hand and took him aback.
“Good luck, and come back safe. I’ll be waiting.”
Masamichi looked intrigued to see them from the reception booth. “Were you two out together?”
“Nope,” she said as Draken stepped out. “We just happened to use the elevator at the same time.” She waved at both of them before disappearing behind the doors.
“Your face is red,” Masamichi told him before he walked to his room.
“It was hot in the elevator.”
Masamichi snickered. “I’m sure it was.”
The morning affairs had to be swept off his mind as he changed into his tokkō-fuku. He focused on his next task—go to war.
His phone rang in his pocket. Mikey asked that he meet him at the hospital. At the dull tone of his voice, his gut welcomed a bad feeling.
Late as promised.
His feet dragged on the brothel floor, heavy from the night’s events. Masamichi wasn’t in his usual spot when he arrived; that was good, he wasn’t in the mood for questions. He passed the hallway, girls hollering concerns from each room, but all failed to register in his head. He reached his room expecting to be alone with the quiet, but he’d forgotten what she promised him.
“Ken,” she stood from the edge of his bed. “What happened?” they met eyes as she stepped closer.
“Some people died,” he looked at the floor before he added, “including Emma.”
“Emma?” her voice betrayed surprise. “Did Emma fight?”
“No,” he said weakly. “They played dirty. Came for her when no one saw. They wanted us to be as vulnerable as possible.”
They shared silence. If he hadn’t been staring at her feet, he would’ve thought she vanished.
A faint breath escaped her lips. “I’m sorry, Ken.” She embraced him where he stood. “I can’t believe it.”
He nestled in the curve of her shoulder, linking hands on the small of her back. He wasn’t going to cry. He’d done that hours prior to the dispute.
They sat on his bed as she treated the wounds on his face.
“Mikey said she wanted me to know something.” He said. A cotton ball with a drop of ointment dabbed his grazes.
Their eyes met briefly. “What was it?”
“She loved me—ow!” she pressed too hard. She retracted her hand and stiffened.
“Sorry,” she waited before she continued in her gentle manner. Whether it was because of what he said or not, he decided against asking.
“I don’t think I can tell him about us,” he confessed. “When we were at the hospital, he told me about the future he wanted for me and Emma—we get married, have a kid, invite our friends to hang out and talk about our youth.
“He seemed to have it all planned out. I know it’s eating away at him right now—the guilt and despair. I can’t rob a guy of his dream after he’d lost everything.”
She listened quietly, covering his wounds with bandages. She capped the medicine bottle, its smell still lingering in the air.
His initial feeling about telling Mikey was fear. He feared he would lose his best friend, the people he cared about, the team he led alongside him and so valued. Sure, it was dramatic, but he wasn’t crossing out the possibility; Mikey had the tendency to be unpredictable, and to make unpredictable decisions. He didn’t dare to defy him, to test his limits.
Now, it was more a likely consequence than an irrational fear. It was the expected outcome itself. And he knew if he hadn’t kept them hidden, things would be different.
“I . . . I can’t lie, either.”
Her eyes trailed up. “Are you saying . . .”
He stared at her lap. He was afraid of what he’d find if he looked up.
Pussy. Take a damn look at her face.
Her eyes resembled bleeding pearls. Tears dribbled down her cheeks, clear fluid reflecting his regret.
“You’re right,” her shaky voice said. “If we don’t end things now, we’ll just keep adding fuel to the fire. Prolonging the lies. It’ll only get worse with time.”
She wiped her tears and stood up. He followed suit.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated the words with her name, “I’m sorry.”
She left traces of her presence: creases on the sheets where she sat, an open medical kit, and small, darkened spots on the fabric where her tears fell. He shut the window she slipped through, drew the blinds, and crawled into bed. He laid sideways, facing where she used to rest. He hadn’t been alone in his bed for a while.
A streak of saltwater trickled down the bridge of his nose, and the pillow she’d marked with her scent absorbed it.
Three days later, Mikey disbanded Toman. Draken grieved, for the dead and the living, and waded in regret. The four walls of his room witnessed his breakdowns.
He had no trouble being alone with himself before she moved back in. But having tasted heaven and gotten himself exiled, he suffered from loneliness in the pits of hell.
Several days passed. Every chance encounter killed him more.
He passed her at school, the lobby, and rode the elevator at the same time. He wanted to talk, know how she’d been doing, but she made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t interested. When he dared to look her way, her eyes stayed forward and indifferent to his presence. It was like he wasn’t there at all. He felt like a ghost haunting her quietly.
Graduation day arrived. He decided if she was going to tell him to piss off, he would piss off knowing he tried.
He was bound for remedial classes; she ranked first in the whole year level according to the teacher lecturing him in the faculty room. It took him by surprise—not her rank, but the teacher bringing her up out of nowhere to compare them and use her as a model example. He found it funny. And he was aware they were polar opposites in that context.
He looked for her the moment he was dismissed. Middle school graduates scattered in the open area of the school, taking pictures, chatting away, exchanging sentiments. He found her standing alone by the entrance.
There was a flash of regret on her face when she looked in his direction. Her efforts to give him the cold shoulder were about to be wasted, and she knew.
“Congratulations,” he said, sheepishness evident.
“Thanks.” She answered coolly. She didn’t plan on making conversation.
He took the leap. “Why are you alone?”
She studied him before she said, “Dad was here moments ago.”
“He left you?”
“He was going to bring me with him, but I wanted to stick around. Say bye to everyone before we part ways.”
She fiddled with the diploma in her hands, adding, “He promised to treat me to dinner tonight.” Her eyes flicked to him. “Everything’s working out.”
He smiled faintly. “I’m glad.”
He wanted to tell her he missed her, but a friend called and beckoned her to come.
“I need to go,” she said, running before he could respond. He considered their talk a small light in the dark distance.
That night, when he opened his window to let spring air in, he took sight of the staircase she once made use of. Staring up, he thought little about if she was home from dinner and climbed the windowsill. He was going to visit her, albeit spontaneously.
She made it look easy, but he struggled to climb out. He stretched his leg at the same time he gripped the closest metal bar, his other hand holding the window frame. His opposite limbs followed. The bars rattled under his weight as he jumped to the other side, into the staircase itself. Below him was a dark, narrow back alley, and above him were flights of stairs that led to her. He knocked upon reaching her window, the view blocked by a curtain. When no one opened, he knocked again. Maybe they’re still out.
He knocked one last time, and when he still didn’t get an answer, he called it a night. He’ll try again tomorrow. First thing in the morning, he planned in his head as he descended, I’ll come up to her house—the proper way, not through the window—and talk. He’ll ask if he can make up for what he did.
Thoughts of various possibilities came one after another, and he fell asleep much later. When sunlight woke him, he dressed up and made his way out.
He stopped before he reached the reception booth. Her dad was there, chatting with Masamichi, and he overheard.
“How’s your daughter?” Masamichi asked.
“Moved out again,” her dad said sullenly.
“Oh,” Masamichi’s surprise was evident. “Why?”
“She and her mom made up. It started with a fight, and now they’ve settled it.”
Her dad laughed as well, “Ironically, while she was here, we didn’t spend a lot of time together.”
Neither of them noticed him standing in the hallway. The elevator dinged, girls stepping out into the reception. He backed away and rushed to his room before he was seen. His vision burned with tears.
She was right. Everything was working out for the best. She was moving forward, and he wanted to be happy for her, really, but for reasons he knew too well, he could not. He missed their escapades. He wanted her warmth beside him.
No more of her knocking on his window and playing with every piece in his room. No more of her touches, laughter, and quieter moments. All he had left of her were memories, and her picture on his wall.
What kind of world awaited without her, he didn’t know.
The days took him further from the past, away from the pain, and into the world of adulthood. He cherished his youth, tucked it in a safe place in his heart for him to revisit when he could. He was in his early twenties, bidding goodbye to the building he grew up in to move to an apartment shared with a friend.
His Zephyr grumbled under him. He stared up at the topmost floor where she used to live, her whereabouts coming to mind. Then he revved up and sped away, leaving the thought in the dust.
Like her, he was moving forward.
Play: Do Me a Favour, Arctic Monkeys
This song best describes Draken’s pain . . . and mine
Cruel Summer, Taylor Swift
This song best describes your pain, and I’ll show you why:
“Killing me slow, out the window
I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more”
“Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true
I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”
Note: If the story’s over, why am I still writing pages? 🥲
Walking down the empty streets on a cold winter night you still couldn't care less that you were freezing to death.
Today was supposed to be something special. A very special day for you and him.
But that all went out the window when you saw him with her.
The girl that you always thought was better than you. The girl that was perfect for him.
He told you to not worry about her. That she was just a friend and nothing else.
And you believe him. Because you thought that he did actually love you and only had his eyes on you.
But deep down you couldn't help but feel worried.
What if he still loves her?
What if he would one day dump me and be with her?
The girl of his dreams.
The girl of his dreams being emma.
Emma sano
A very kind and beautiful blondie. With one of the most beautiful gold eyes you have ever laid eyes on. Pretty pink lips and soft pale skin.
She was his first crush.
He has liked her since middle school. Way before you two met. But when emma fell in love with someone else and got into a relationship with said person he was heart broken.
Though he was heartbroken he knew he should just move on.
So that's when he met you.
You were the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen in his life.
You were smart, talented, funny and just straight up amazing!
It was basically love at first sight for him!
The same thing for you. You fell in love with draken when you first saw him.
You both met in your 3rd year in high school.
You two became friends when you were both assigned as partners for a project. You would spend your free time with each other and just hang out like how friends do.
And then when draken finally had the courage to confess you of course said yes. You were on cloud nine that night. You were happy that he also felt the same way.
And you both dated for 3 years.
And today was your 3rd year anniversary.
You had everything planned. Everything set up for the both of you. So when you were about to enter draken shop you stopped dead in your tracks to be met with the sight of him and her talking.
You stood there for only about 5 seconds and in those 5 seconds you could hear what they were talking about.
"You love me?"
"Of course I love you, I always have."
"Wait, you're dating y/n though."
"No I'm not, me and y/n are just friends."
When the words no left his mouth you stood there in disbelief.
So I was right
And that's how you got here.
You finally made it to your apartment and all you wanted to do was go to bed and fall asleep.
And you did just that.
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You wished that it was all a bad dream. That you will wake up in the arms of your lover and him looking at you with love and adoration.
But you knew it wasn't a bad dream and that it was reality.
Draken is still in love with emma
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You were in front of d&d motors, you stood outside for a moment thinking if you should do it now or later.
But while you were in your thoughts you didn't see inupi open the door for you.
"Y/n?"
You looked up to see inupi staring at you.
"Oh good morning inupi! Um, have you seen draken?"
"Oh yeah he's in the back."
"Okay thank you."
After thanking him and going to where he said draken was, you didn't notice that sad look inupi gave you.
Making it to the back you could see draken organizing some stuff.
"Ken?"
Turning around to see you, Draken smiled before putting down the box he was holding and greeting you with a kiss.
"Hey babe, didn't know you were going to visit."
"Yeah um sorry for not telling you."
He noticed how nervous you looked which made him confused.
"You okay? You're shaking a bit."
"I'm okay! Um ken can we talk?"
"Sure, is something wrong?"
You took deep breaths, already feeling tears forming in your eyes you cursed yourself for already crying.
"I know that you're still in love with her." You said while staring into his eyes. You could see draken confused for a bit but when he finally got what you meant you could see the fear in his eyes.
"Y/n listen-"
"I knew it! You love her! I heard what you said to her yesterday. Me and you being friends right? Lying right in her face about you and me being friends instead of lovers."
"Y/n-"
"Remember when you said that I was the only one for you? That you only had your eyes on me and that she was just a friend? I knew I wasn't being paranoid and that you actually still love her."
He could see the tears in your eyes and how you're trying to hold back and not cry in front of him. He felt guilty, because he knew you were right.
That he was still in love with emma
"I'm sorry."
"Is that all you're going to say? So 3 years meant nothing to you?"
"Look y/n I know what I did was shitty but I can't help but still be in love with her!"
You scoff and quickly wipe your tears. You were angry, sad and humiliated.
"Can't fucking believe you. You probably didn't even love me in those 3 years huh? Lie to me every day and use me to get over her."
"Y/n-"
"You know what, I don't want to see you ever again. It's over and now since you're a single man go to her."
He tried stopping you but you pushed him away when he tried grabbing your wrist.
You opened the door and saw Inupi already looking at you with wide eyes. You quickly walk past him and storm out the shop.
That day was the last time draken ever saw you.
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My dumbass forgot to post this yesterday💀 so do y'all want a part 2?👀
