Idek, my writing is not the best, although i do mainly write cuz of myself.
anything I’ve written so far and will write probably will not be proofread anytime soon.
I do slow ass updates, but id love to take in requests for characters that ik but you’ll have to bear with me bc it wont be out straight away., but will definitely remember.
Currently writing:
Hyuga x reader (High & Low)
I am planning on writing:
Zayne x nonmc reader (love and deepspace)
Draco x side character reader (Harry Potter) George w x side character reader (Harry potter) [they are linked]
I have never been so confused before this. I mean, randomly trying to actually talk to me after like what, 5/6 months of me staying here, and the nonsense of ‘i’ll change’.
Needless to say, i stayed sat on the couch processing what had happened before recalling how he mentioned the thing about the empty rooms. If im staying here until i manage to make him break off the engagement, i might as well take advantage of it.
I walked around the house, looking into the rooms i never checked before. When he said there were empty rooms i didnt know he meant it literally, i mean it doesnt even have a chair or any curtains just straight up empty rooms.
I finally decided which room to pick, the one at the very end of the corridor, the room was big with a small walk-in closet, and a balcony. Although the colour of the walls was shit and there was no furniture at all.
It didn’t take me long before going back to my room and looking up the nearest store that sells paint and the rest needed to make the room look decent. At the store i looked around, before picking a very classic and boring colour, white; and guess who never learns from her experiences apparently, me, as I mentally curse myself while holding the paint and the rest of the materials while i walk home “maybe i should get a car” i tell myself.
The minute I entered the house, i dropped the stuff i was holding before rubbing my hands together as they had turned slightly red, however thanks to my amazing self for forgetting that i dont actually live alone, i had a bunch of people staring at me.
Hyuga and his men look at me as i was still standing in the entry, the bags on the floor and a big bucket of paint next to it. I immediately fixed my posture, and grabbing the stuff without saying anything. Hyuga walked up me, taking the bucket and the most heaviest bags from me, “let me help” his tone similar to a commanding one.
“No need, i can do it” i try to take the stuff back.
“So? I can do it too.” Well no shit, i know you can do it too.
“I meant, i need no help”
“And? Your hands are clearly red, and you were out of breath seconds ago. If i want to help my fiancée then i will” his tone unbothered as he started to walk.
“Please, even if you’re my husband i wont even ask for you help” i scoff, as i pick up the other bag, the lightest one as it only had a couple of snacks, only for it be taken away by one of his men, “sister in law, i’ll do it” he says before quickly following Hyuga, the rest following behind while leaving me dumbfounded.
What. The. Fuck.?
“Sister in law” i repeat before following them all as they were in the room i had decided to make my office “who the fuck are you calling sister in law?” I say annoyed, i mean these were the same men who made comments every time they saw me, unlike one might expect the comments were never sexual or anything but still they were mean.
“You, sister in law” all replied in unison, all while Hyuga looked unbothered by it as he started to take out the stuff from the bag and place it on a small table, which i got no clue how it got there.
“Tell them to stop” i look at him.
“They are not lying, technically” he shurgs
“I dont care. I dont know how the fuck did you manage to hit your head this badly and them too, but i recommend to get it checked out and stop with this whole ‘i’ll change’ type of bullshit”
He finally looks at me, slowly taking a couple of steps closer to me “i’m not going to stop it. Plus, we are going to get married at some point anyway.” He looks at the rest of the men “from now on, add ‘future’ in front of sister in law. No need to rush things” he then looks back at me again “happy?”
“No. I dont want to be called that, or get married to you or anything at all actually” my annoyance clearly rising.
“You have no option” he says “the men will paint the room and all, furniture wise tell me what you need and i’ll get it. Otherwise, next thing i know you’ll be carrying all by yourself”
“Wait no, i wanna paint the room” shit that sounds so childish, he raises his eyebrow at my words. “I meant, i can do it by myself. Furniture, i’ll get it sent”.
“This a private property, plus almost everyone avoid coming here, you wont be able to find anyone thats willing to deliver and bring it inside.” He says as if slightly amused.
“You- get out” im almost at loss of words apart from the cursing ones at this point, “its almost late, dont start painting now, start tomorrow.” He says before leaving, his men following behind while still calling that annoying title to say bye.
Hyuga’s pov
When i came back to grab something, or maybe just to check upon her as a side task, i wasn’t expecting to be greeted by her carrying stuff that’s probably half her weight.
She is not thinking that i’ll make her do the whole renovation by herself, right?
I didn’t needed to think twice before grabbing the stuff that looked the heaviest and starting to walk towards the room she choose although she complained. The last thing i would want is for her to fall from the stairs or anything.
I guessed that she would choose that room, so i had already setup a temporary table when i came up, just so she could place her things when making this shit hole look better. As I settled the things she had gotten, I couldn’t help but be slightly amused as she complained, luckily my back was facing everyone.
This whole calling her sister in law wasn’t even my idea, they started calling her since the day i fucked up. Which was the same day i found out about how some of them made comments about her infront of her, needless to say i made sure they learnt their lessons.
As I mentioned about the men painting the room her reaction was slightly amusing. If she want to paint then she should, though i didnt tell her that just like i wont tell her that i’ll be helping her. She can do the parts she wants and i’ll do the rests, why the fuck would she do to stuff she doesn’t like anyways?
Sometimes i feel like she forgets that this area is heavily gang related, and that were we live is the most avoided one too. Thanks to me, and im fucking proud of it.
The next couple of days, i got my men to properly clean the room before she could start painting although complained. But honestly, what the fuck am i doing? Instead of making them train or fighting, im acting like a house keeper. Then again, the neighbourhood has been very quiet recently, not like these fuckers have stuff to do.
It was late night, when i came back and was going back to my room when i saw her office’s room’s lights on. I went to check only to be greeted by her, in pjs, hair up, on the floor trying to open the paint bucket without trying to break her nails, im assuming.
“Need help?” I didn’t wait for her to speak before opening it for her.
Reader’s pov
If i were to do the painting during the day he would definitely bother me, so my genius self thought why not do it at night..?
So why the fuck is he now next to me, mixing the paint.
“I can do it by myself” i say, attempting to push him away from the pain bucket.
“You paint the walls, i do the rest” he says, not even budging.
“What rest? There’s nothing else to do”
“Change the doors, clean up the balcony, coat the railings of the balcony, paint the balcony, and the ceiling” he finally looks at him.
“The doors are old, there are new ones that i bought, for the main room and the small walk in closet. I’ll paint the balcony, its cold outside, painting a ceiling its a pain in the neck and i have to install the curtains” he explains
“I never asked for an explanation” i say, although i did lightly appreciate it.
“I know” he says.
“You look tired. You should go to sleep”
“Im high actually” he glances at me before taking of his hoodie and randomly throwing on the ground
“You arent” it was rather obvious, he smirks before walking past me “correct” he says as he starts changing the doors of the room.
A couple of hours had passed since, the room was quiet as i painted the wall while he was outside, painting the balcony although its past midnight at this point.
I took off my headphones, my ears’ piercing slightly hurting from wearing the headphones for too long, glancing at him i thought for a bit before calling his name.
“Hyuga”
He didn’t reply instead just walk in the room and looked at me “what”.
“Its late, we should go to sleep or something.” I still had work plus it felt weird staying in the same room as him.
“You should go then. Im almost done.” His tone nonchalant although he was clearly tired, as he looks at the wall i was painting “good job, i’ll do the finishing up of it”
I just look at him, in clear disagreement.
He takes a couple of steps closer “you look like you’re about to complain”, his words holding a sense of amusement in it.
I look away, taking a deep breath before looking back at him “do whatever you want”, forcing myself to slightly smile with gritting my teeth before finally heading to my room.
Hyuga’s pov
Am i even doing this right.. ?
Shit- its not like im a expert in ‘how to make up with your fiancée’… “i dont even remember the last time i bothered myself with such things” i muttered before lighting up the cigarette as an excuse to take a break.
I really don’t know what she’s thinking, hell, i dint even know what am i thinking.
Do i feel bad for making her cook that day which was followed by the bullshit i spouted? Or for ignoring every effort she had made since she moved in?
This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated, just some sort of business transaction, then why..?
….
Nothing changed.
She’s still trying to avoid me, her office is already ready, my men helped with the furnitures despite her complaints, and now she spends most of her time there.
Although i also tried my best to come home whenever she was sleeping and leave before she woke up…it doesn’t feel the best.
Should i talk to her about it? How would i even start it? ‘Hey, just saying but i want to…’ i want to what? Spend time with her? Get closer? Become some sorts of friends? Fuck no.
I was done with my exams around 2 months ago and now waiting for the results its killing. Cant seem to escape the stress, fml. If i fail im cooked.
The car ride was quiet to the point anyone could tell there was tension.
Should i say something,? But why should i? I did nothing wrong not to mention im still upset and mad over what happened.
The second the car stopped I quickly got out, breathing in the fresh air as the car ride felt too heavy in sense of atmosphere. I walked my way to the house not bothering to look at Hyuga or anyone at all, though what i couldnt turn a blind eye on was how quiet the house was and how there was no mess. I mean, not including Hyuga which is surprising, all his members are messy and after every party, they would leave a mess which i always complained about though no one never listened.
As I entered the house, i made no comment on its state and just headed towards my room. Just then a voice stopped me “let’s talk”. I sighed and turned around only to look at a serious Hyuga standing infront of me while his members were clearly trying to earsdrop behind the half closed door. Noticing me glancing at the door, Hyuga sighed before speaking in a threatening tone “everyone leave” which they did..quickly too.
“I have nothing to talk about” my tone clearly suggesting that i do not want to talk to him.
“Lets sit down” he replied ignoring my words.
“Are you deaf” i scoff, causing him to glare at me before taking a deep breath.
“Listen to me, didn’t you always wanted to talk. Well now im giving you the opportunity” he replies.
“I do not want to amazing opportunity” my tone filled with sarcasm “whatever you want to say, say it. Im busy”
“You didn’t seem very busy at the club”
“I was taking a break” i shrugs
There was a silence between us for a couple of seconds before he spoke again.
“Your food, we didn’t throw it out” he glances away.
“So? What do you want me to do?” Honestly what is he thinking, i may have not been mad earlier but now i am becoming slightly annoyed, just slightly.
He seems to think for a while before speaking up “what i mean is..we didn’t mean to cause whatever happened”
“First of all, whos ‘we’. Second of all what is ‘did happened.’.Third of all, either way i dont care”.
“I meant, me and the gang with the whole making you cook but not eating what you made and-”
“As i said, i dont care. It was my fault for being naive enough to think that maybe, maybe we could’ve at least been friends or roommates at minimum and it’s my fault for trusting you. I cant imagine how desperate I must’ve looked in your eyes, trying to talk to you and all. It wont happen again so dont worry about that” I explain to him before going back to my room, not giving him a chance to speak.
Hyuga’s pov
Im unsure for the first time, should i go after her or what? Its fucking complicated and for what? I admit what i did was wrong and unnecessary. I can still remember how much one of the member’s girlfriend went off by saying it was cruel, if thats cruel i wonder what she’ll think about the daily situations the gang gets itself into.
After she left i thought she will comeback and in the meantime i got everyone to clean up, while some people also tried the stuff she made and it wasnt as bad as i thought itd be; however as the hours passed and it got darker and she still wasn’t back yet, thats when i got all the members to go out and look for her. And thats what we did for the whole entire fucking night until we found out she was at the club. If before i was trying to hide the fact that i was indeed worried that she may have gotten lost or hurt, as this is a shit neighbourhood, now it was clearly obvious i was way more than annoyed after finding out she was at a club, the cherry on top being it was that old man’s club.
By the time I found out where she was it was already morning. However, morning or night, that doesnt stop me from trashing the club until she came out. I found myself quickly looking at her the second she stepped out, as she called out Rocky’s name as if they were close..maybe I should break everything until the club’s worth nothing.
The drive home was quiet, was I too aggressive when I grabbed her?, should i say something?, and what the fuck did he mean i lack in some aspect?! My grip on my steering wheel getting tighter. What is wrong with me? Worrying about some rich girl. I bit my inner cheek trying to remain calm, which definitely wasn’t working.
In the house, to say i was surprised when she refused to talk to me would be a lie, although i did felt what maybe felt like disappointment..?
No, it was definitely annoyance. When even was the last time someone dared to refuse to me.
Reader’s pov
I cant take it anymore, even being exiled sounds more appealing. I’m being overworked, have no one to talk to, the one i did had happen to be a the leader of a rival gang of my fiancé, and my fiancé is…i give up. He’s a lost case, even Baddeley or Freud wouldn’t want to study him.
I grab the pillow on the bed while laying and scream into it.
After the THAT day i tried my best to avoid him or his members, if that meant staying in my room the whole day or leaving the house very early in the morning just so I wouldn’t see anyone’s face, so be it, at this point i have already reached my limit anyway, what difference will it make going a bit overboard.
Days turned into weeks and those were about to turn into 2 months, 2 months of successfully avoiding him. Or so I thought. Just like every morning i got ready early, taking my bag which contained work documents and my laptop before quietly going downstairs to put my shoes on, so i could leave.
“Where are you going?” A tone cold and serious of the same man im trying to avoid.
Fuck.
“Work” i reply, a stupid reply given I could easily work from home.
“This early? You leave this early and come back late, not to mention i haven’t seen you even using the kitchen or living room at all” he says, clearly aware of my effort in avoiding him.
I turn to look at him, only to be met by a man with sleeping bags and his usual outside clothes. Where is he going at this time? As it was after all 4:00 am.
“Im working overtime, plus im not very welcomed here so i feel bad for being in places where its optional, i always preferred eating out anyways” i reply, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
He raises an eyebrow, looking at me up and down before scoffing, slowly approaching me until he was about one step away from me.
“You expect me to believe you..?”
“What do you want?” My tone carrying a hint of annoyance.
“To talk”
“I dont want to”
“I wasn’t asking, im telling”
“So sassy” i muttered under my breath
“What do you want to say then” i add, hoping to get over with all if this as fast as possible.
“Lets sit down first”
“I’d rather not”
“Its either you walk or i’ll pick you up myself” his tone serious.
I should’ve meditated beforehand, i dont think i have the energy to deal with him. I take off my shoes and head towards the living room before taking a seat and look at him, “are you even in the right state of mind? You look high”. His eyes were red, hair messy and clearly tired.
“Just lack of sleep” he replies before also taking a seat infront if me. “How long? How long do you plan on avoiding me?”
Well, thats straight to the point.
“Why, you should just offer to break off the engagement by saying im not wife material.” I suggest, not like it be lying. “They wont even question it, that way you could get engaged to my cousin. She’s wayy better than me, pretty, knows how to cook and caring and all” not to mention two faced, annoying, stupid and bloody dependent on others.
He looks at me straight “dont want to”.
I shrugs “thats on you.”
After a couple of seconds of silence, he finally speaks again.
“What do i lack?” He asks, huh?
Hyuga’s pov
“What do i lack?” I wasn’t playing around when asking that, im serious. Since that day.
I’m far from the perfect ideal man, the princes and knights, hell im more like one of the villains that kids cry when they show up on the screen.
Because of me, we started off wrongly. Because of me, she felt more safe and comfortable with Rocky. Because of me, she leaves the house early and comes late. Does she even eat? Im the last one to care for some chick, but she is my fiancée and im the problem.
At first i gave her space, a couple of days, then weeks but now after two months i cant take it anymore. If i wanted too i could easily have my people follow her but wont she hate me even more. Even my members started spouting nonsense on how they feel bad for her.
“What do you mean?” Her voice carrying a hint of confusion.
“What do you want from me? How do you want me to be? I’ll try, even those disgusting cheesy things they do in movies. However what i cant do to is give you more space and time.” This is fucking embarrassing, i run a hand across my face, the tiredness getting to me as i cant help but remember how the gang instead of doing something productive, and that fucking meant making a list of things that are wrong with me. The list was almost never ending. Those bastards.
“You mean relationship wise? As in giving a try to us going out?” She looks at me perplexed as if she didn’t know if she should worry or laugh, though it was obvious she was amused by this. At least one of us is enjoying this whole thing.
“Are you okay? Did you got into a fight and hit your head?” She says causing me to look at her, “just tell me” i say, ignoring her comments.
“I dont know, how about instead of complicating my life and your too, i guess. You just break of the engagement and get with my co-”
“Cousin?” I interrupt her “met her before, she’s annoying and i cant stand to be in a room with her more than 10 seconds. Not to mention im engaged to you so why would i think about someone else? Im a gang leader, a crazy bastard, a convicted felon, however i dont cheat” i say looking straight at her.
Reader’s pov
He definitely received a big blow on his head. I dont blame him on what he said about my cousin, although i am taken off guard about his sudden words. “I have more cousins” i say, however that causes him to mutters my name seriously. Did i fucked up?
“I dont care how good your cousins are, if they are better than you or worse, if they can bring me more benefits or not. Im not breaking up the engagement with you” his tone serious.
“Thats because you haven’t met my other cousins yet. Let me tell you, the one same age as me is so good, pretty, wife material and mother material so she wouldn’t mind having your kids, on other hand my i dont want any kids to begin with. She also smart, not spoiled” at this rate one might think im playing matchmaking, and i wouldn’t blame them at all.
He looks at me straight, not saying anything for a couple of seconds. Maybe it was his habit, but I definitely wasn’t used to it. “Done?”
“Done, what?” I repeat
“Playing this match making bullshit.” Maybe it’s because im tired, but why is he voice becoming more serious by the second.
“I dont care if you think you’re not wife material, I’m definitely not husband material and that’s obvious. I dont want kids, i dont know who gave you the impression that i did, but i dont.” He adds, standing up and getting closer to me, causing me to look up at him.
“One chance, i’ll try to change.” His voice now quieter “if not that at least stay at home, if i make you uncomfortable or any of my men do, i dont mind coming in only when you are asleep and leaving earlier. Food, i give you my card, order yourself food or make it, feel free to use the kitchen but stop eating out too much you’re going to get sick at point.” He says while taking out his card, placing it on the coffee table before checking his phone and wearing his coat.
“Where are you going?” It slipped out before i even could control it, why the fuck would he tell me, i dont even care.
“Work.” He looks at him, his eyes red from the lack of sleep “unlike yours, my work doesnt have specific hours. Its still dark, work from here. Across the house there more empty room, pick one to make your office or whatever” he says before leaving.
He’s not being serious about this whole ‘i’ll make it up to you’ thing.”..? Please dont be.
I hate exams, all i think about is those but i keep on procrastinating on revision. Nevertheless, my update are slow asf and im so sorry for that :(
But regarding the story, I originally planned on making long simply cuz i like it but should i just make a diff alternative where its not long..
Before i knew it i was already at the grocery store, buying the food needed which slowly filled up the cart.
He didn’t even had the decency to offer to help or at say he’ll pay for it, i would’ve refused but still…mannerless man. After paying for all the food i stared at the filled plastics bags, I should’ve told him to tag along for help.
Not even half way through i am already taking my third break from carrying everything back at the house. I could’ve called for a taxi but it would’ve taken to long plus its the weekend..should i just try and call to tell him to come and help?
As i took out my phone, ready to dial his number a man with a cane, slightly tanned and dyed hair, wearing all white approaches me asking if i need help, now i know the whole thing about stranger danger but my hands were really hurting alongside with my back, not to mention Hyuga would’ve definitely refused to help me. I mean he did it before too, when i needed help putting away sone stuff at home, and the man does look well built.
I reluctantly nodded, as he hands me his cane before picking up all the grocery bags and telling me to lead the way. While walking he introduced himself as Rocky, a familiar name, apparently he owns a club too. He smelled of smoke too just like Hyuga, maybe a little less strong but Rocky was clearly a gentleman that was with no doubt. Unlike someone else.
We talked the whole way, where he gave recommendations of places alongside with places i should not go nearby as not safe for women, he didn’t joked around but he did smiled slightly whenever i did. It felt nice, it’s been almost 3 months since i came here and i barely talked with anyone unless work related or everyday interactions at public places. But now, I didn’t feel as lonely.
Whenever i offered to carry one of the bags he simply refused saying something along the lines of “a woman should never carry a burden when a man is nearby” something like that, which made me chuckle and just thanked him.
Before i knew, we were almost close to the house so that’s where we stopped our tracks. I sincerely thanked him as he just nodded before bidding farewells, ‘maybe i should visit his club one day’. I think as i take all the bag in the house and start preparing everything.
By evening i was almost done with the food, and honestly i was proud of it. I did took courses in the past but its just the aftermath of cooking never appealed to me therefore causing me to never cook, though i always made some mistakes here and there, i was sure tonight itd go well.
The food was all set, alongside with drinks, desserts and all, its just could also feel the fatigue in me so i decided to take a shower before everything started. By the time i was done, music and voices already filled the first floor of the house and outside, not the second floor as apparently it was off limits, not wanting to look too under dressed i did wore a dress, not an elegant type, a casual, comfortable one.
I slowly made my way downstairs, my heartbeat slowly increasing as there is no point in denying that i genuinely care about the opinions on the food, as i really tried my best. I noticed the guest wasnt only his gang but also people I’ve never seen before, including girls around my age i guess who where much best dressed than me…’maybe i undressed?’ I think as i make my way to Hyuga who was talking to a couple of his members, also where couple of girls clinged to said members while some also trying to get his attention instead.
Not wanting to disturb i waited for his conversation to finish however i dont think he noticed me or anyone who he was talking to did.
“I already ordered the food, it’ll be here in a bit” one of the members said, ordered? “Cant believe she actually thinks we’d eat something she made” another one adds “just a spoiled brat, making her work for a bit wasn’t as bad as i thought” Hyuga finally speaks before pulling out a cigarette.
So all i did was for nothing? Im disappointed to the point i cant even get mad now, all i could hear now was my own racing heartbeat which filled my ears cancelling out the music. “Really? Thats so childish you know” i speak, causing Hyuga to turn around with an raised eyebrow, but before he could speak i added on “i genuinely put effort in it you know. If you didnt wanted this arrangement you could’ve easily backed off, or chosen my cousin she’s less ‘spoiled’ than me after all. You didn’t had to waste my efforts though”. My tone wasnt loud or anything really, “enjoy your party, feel free to throw away everything i made” i looked at him once last time before walking away, passing through the crowd to leave the house while ignoring the small comments made by his members who saw me.
I took a deep breath as the sky got darker and the wind got chillier. Maybe leaving like that wasn’t the best idea, but still. I let out frustrated sigh i cant seem to understand in which street i even was and the fact there were drunk people walking around isnt the best. After some more walking i finally managed to reach the main street, i have no where to go and finiding a room available at a hotel at this time will be hard, just then something caught my eyes causing me to calm my heart by a bit.
I slowly entered the club, everyone are wearing white and are drunk alongside with that many guards stood around. I approached one of the guards asking if its possible to meet with Rocky and to tell him its the grocery bag girl and then i was brought to a private room to wait. Frankly speaking its careless for me to ask for help from the someone who i just met today but, it is my only option as i know no one here.
Just then the door opened and Rocky walked in, wearing more jewellery than when we met, i smiled and awkwardly waved at him as he took a seat next to me. “Missed me already?” I could tell he was trying to joke.
I shook my head “i happen to need a place to stay for tonight, are you able to help?? I’ll pay you”. I could see a questioning look on his face which caused me to sigh and explain everything to him; only for me to find out that Hyuga and Rocky knew each other AND they didn’t liked each other either…amazing, really.
However, he is really a gentleman as he offered me a private room in the club for the night, as he also went on a rant that this isnt how a woman should be treated even if it was arranged, then he shifted the topic to scold me which took me off guard as I shouldn’t been walking in dangerous streets at night and all.
Thought out all of this i just smiled and listened, it felt weirdly nice that someone somehow cared and the fact i could finally talk to someone. For the past months everyone in my family tree avoided calls unless work related probably due to the elders orders and here i knew no one.
After sometime he left and before i knew i had comfortably fallen asleep, in peace with no noise in the background unlike at Hyuga’s house.
The next morning i woke up to one of the workers bringing me new clothes and all and breakfast before leaving. I freshened up and had the breakfast and before i knew it some of Rocky’s members were in the room talking with me, mainly some quiet gossip which i didnt complain about. However this didnt lasted long as a loud crash and chaos came from the main club, causing the guys to run towards the source and i followed them.
The main part of the club, previously empty was now filled with Hyuga’s gang’s member. In the middle stood Hyuga talking to Rocky who lazily sat on the couch not caring about the broken things in the club.
“Rocky?” I whisper, still a bit confused, why was Hyuga here? Rocky gestures me to go up to him which i did while glancing at Hyuga while Rocky’s men were also on standby ready to fight i believe. “There you go, she is totally well and fine.” Rocky says while looking at Hyuga and pointing at me.
“She needed some help and i offered, its not our fault that you lack in some aspects” he adds, successfully irritating Hyuga who grabbed my hand pulling me towards him slightly, glaring at Rocky one last time “you’re also welcomed” Rocky slightly smiles at me which i nod and reciprocate before being pulled by Hyuga, out of the club and in a car. Which i quietly sit in, i mean its a free ride, no?
Hyuga’s men showed me the way to a car before driving me to the house.
I unconsciously scoff as i look outside the window as the car moved, drops of water still hitting the ground outside, “can’t even bother to take me there personally. Mannerless” i mumbled, though it seems it was a bit too loud as his men glanced at me.
I wont deny that they also seemed a bit..scary or intimidating. Maybe its because im used to deal with business types of people and not gangs, but still, not even one of them said anything. Can’t they at least make it less obvious that they dont like me.? I sigh mentally.
After 30 minutes of drive the car finally stopped, one of the man showed me the house, and the guest room before leaving me alone..in this house, i mean at least they trust me enough to believe i wont steal or something, right?
“A win is a win, i guess” I muttered, as i settled in the new room.
After a couple of hours of cleaning and organising i was finally done, just then i felt the hunger hit me causing me to go downstairs in the kitchen to hopefully find something to eat, to my disappointment but not entirely surprised. The fridge and cabinets were quite literally empty, there was water, alcohol, seasonings powders, alcohol, a pack of cigarettes, and alcohol; seriously i hope he isnt an addict.
I rubbed my face out of frustration, the glasses were starting to feel heavier than they should, my hunger increasing and all i was surrounded by was alcohol. Im not the greatest cook, matter of fact i hate cooking but damn.
Not even 10 minutes and i was already out of the house, using the gps to navigate as apparently there is a night market.
After around 20-30 minutes of walking i finally reached it, thank god i choose to wear something comfortable, i think, as i look around. The streets were lively, alongside with lights but what caught my eye are the food stalls. I smile as I approach the stall and bought some late night snacks before finding a seat on a side walk to eat.
While i ate i couldnt help but about my situation. I thought about it so much before too to the point im getting sick of it. Work wise i can work from home, easy. Living with a total stranger, i can manage; but that stranger its him.
I close my eyes after taking a bite of the snack, while thinking of him. I have strong morals, knowing that if he cheats or raises his hands i’d leave, but, by doing so the whole bloody family tree would complain and im still in no position of affording that. Not financially, but mentally. As I am cursed after all, by being too emotional, its embarrassing and exhausting. Feeling things deeper than other.
I dont want to be pessimistic, maybe he’s not bad?
Before i had realised, i finished all my food. Should i get more? Nah, i’ll come by tomorrow. I mentally tell myself, as i looked at the time on the phone and realising that it was already past midnight.
Standing up, I started walking back, slowly and calmly while listening to some music. By the time i was back, vintage type of car was parked outside, and noise could be heard from inside. I took a deep breath before slowly opening the door with the key given to me earlier, only to find a bunch of men playing cards with a stack of money on the side. Hyuga being one of them, but he just smoked while watching them. Less then 10 seconds and all eyes were on me, the house now quiet with only music still blasting which very quickly was lowered by one of his men.
“Umm” i bit my inner cheek as i glanced at the clock hanged on the empty wall, hideous taste honestly, which showed that it was about to be almost be 2 am. “Isnt it a bit too late to be playing cards and bets?” I asked, mainly looking at Hyuga, my tone was slightly tired but genuine, not sarcastic or anything, i mean i still a nobody here after all. I know my place.
“What did you just say” a man replied as he slightly approached me, clearly with the intention of intimidation, but just then Hyuga spoke “they can play whenever they want, its my house” his tone cold yet clearly irritated “who are you to question how the stuff works around here” he says while getting up and approaching me.
“I didnt mean it with harm, its just i plan on going to sleep, cant sleep if you’re loud” i explained, calmly. A scoff escapes his lips “what do you want me to do about it. This is how here things work. Dont like it then get out” he smirks.
Ah, Now I understand, he wants me out, then too bad i tend to be petty. Had he asked nicely i probably would’ve. I smile forcefully “i’ll just use my headphones” before going to my room; needless to say that night I struggled and that was just a bitter taste of how its going to be from now on.
By the next couple of days i managed to settle in and made a routine. In the morning i worked from home while in the afternoon when the noise and chaos would start id go to a nearby cafe, even food wise i ate out for the majority or id just bought food that was quick to cook while i also noticed that Hyuga or his men never really went in the kitchen unless to grab ice or alcohol, i figured they ate out too.
My relationship with him was nonexistent, we didn’t talk or barely crossed paths and when we did, he just glared at me as if i were to be a eye sore. The same went with his men although most of them would make jokes, the mean types, like bullies, they are annoying and sometimes they got to me but of course im not going to show that.
Slowly weeks passed, everything was still the same though he did stop glaring at me at every chance. I cant deny, it was boring but I mainly didn’t like it how things were. I am going to marry the guy yet we never had a proper conversation, so i did try to approach him, mostly when he was alone at home which was rare but everytime he spouted some insults before leaving. I guess he must’ve told his gang about it as the jokes had upgraded, but can anyone really blame me? I didn’t wanted to get married to him either,but id dread it more if i’ll spend the rest of my life like this.
Having high morals doesnt help either, because i know i wont bring myself to cheat. Physically or emotionally. Therefore becoming at least friends is my only option.
It was a Saturday morning, i was resting on my bed reading a book, before hearing Hyuga shout my name. Weird, i think as i went downstair only to find him standing, waiting. He started to speak the minute he saw me, “you wanted to get closer right” he asks? No, more like says, in a tone as if forced. I nod slowly, “something like that” i reply wondering where it was going. “Then make a barbecue or a dinner for my whole gang and there also will be some extra guests, if it goes successfully then i’ll let you” he says with arrogance causing me to slightly get irritated but I quickly calm down. “If i cook, im sure everyone will be victims of food poisoning” i reply, honestly im not that bad, but how is he going to know that.
“Yes or no then?” He asks, bored. “For when?” I asks, preparations for such things normally require enought ti- “tonight” he blurts out “say what? You want me to cook for many people for tonight?!?” I say in disbelief. “If you dont want, say so” he replies, i sighs before biting my tongue “fine”.
(I tried to make it longer…also lmk any opinions on it)
Author’s note: My first time writing on tumblr, and 1st time doing such trope so bear w me <3
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It was thundering by the time I finally had landed in Japan, luckily the flight wasn’t delayed and neither there were any issues of sort. After collecting by suitcases, which didn’t contain much as i plan on buying more here, i got a cab and showed the driver the address.
As i sat back to relax, or at least attempt to, i try to recall the trouble i got myself into. Hadn’t I tried to purposefully irritate the elders, they wouldn’t have convinced my parents into this marriage; a marriage with a crazy guy who sought revenge and had recently got out of jail. Apparently he also isn’t keen to this idea. Many aren’t, sure having someone in the family who runs a gang its beneficial, considering the elders want to expend their business here in japan, but, my parents are against this, strangely enough most of my relatives are too, and probably is so this man of a ex-convict.
But am i against it? I asked myself this multiple times and everytine i cant decide. If i was really against it then i would’ve ran away, frankly speaking its very easy, but i guess i have nothing to lose. No matter what, had i brought another guy stating he was the love of my live, these elders would’ve still complained unless the poor boy would’ve brought them anything useful for them such as status and power and more nonsense.
I just hope he’s decent. No, he has to at least have a nice personality. Bad looks? I can manage, i can simply not wear glasses around the house, having a negative 5 eyesight can be handy. But he cant have a shit personality, i cant risk my blood pressure.
I look outside the window as it rains, while the car drives at a reasonable speed, and before i knew it, i was here. Outside the main meet up place of his gang, I should’ve at least be given the actual address, no? As i thank the driver i notice a look of unease in his eyes, and shit i dont blame him, one might even think we’re in a middle of the forest from how it looked.
After taking my suitcase i start to head in the old styled house, i mean the door was open.. as i entered i could feel weird looks from men, most of the wearing red jackets and chains, until i asked one of them if they could bring me to hyuga, and without saying much, he led the way, as if he was waiting for me.
I was brought to another room, much quieter, there sat a man who looked like had been smoking, wearing a red jacket over his shoulder and golden chained hanging from his neck. He looked me up and down before i spoke, ‘so? You are, i believe my fiancé??”
He just stared at me before replying “yeah” in a obvious rude tone before getting up and walking towards me. Maybe because i was tired from the flight, perhaps even jet-lagged but i was already trying to study his looks.
“Lets get something clear from the beginning, im not interested in you or in such things. You got problems? Dont bother me with them. Do not get involved in any of my business and dont irritate me at all” he says, coldly? Nah, more like in a commanding tone.
I take a deep breath, before forcing a smile “sure, i shall not bother his highness with any trivial matters” a hint of sarcasm in my tone, before adding in “so where will i be staying?” I ask.
“At my house, guest room” he replies, “here?” As i glance around the place, now im no spoiled daughter but- “do you think i live here?” He raises an eyebrow, irritated as i shrugs my shoulders after looking him from head to toe. He scoffs “I have main house, my men will drive you there” he replies before leaving the room as if somewhere to be, while one of his men tells me to follow him.
(If anyone has any suggestions you think i can improve on lmk)
