Crypto x Reader: Learning to Love

Loving and being Lost

Jealous by Eyedress

"Crypto... you're the traitor?" 

Your heart felt heavy, it hurt like hell. You trusted Tae, of course you did. But this, everything that was happening right in front of you, it felt too real. Would he really do something like this?

You felt the corners of your eyes being flooded with tears, and through your blurry vision, you could see Renee helping Natalie up and out of the room. Your body began to tremble,  and without your knowledge, your head was shaking back and forth, saying no, no, no, please not again. You tried to sort yourself, to get your head straight. Why? He wouldn't. But would he? You've been betrayed before. 

Mirage was by your side now, a hand on your back.

"Come on, lets get you out of here." He led you out the door, sparing a spiteful glance to Crypto before exiting. 

Taejoon Park had no idea what was going on.  

"Crypto, explain yourself!"

'where's y/n?' 

"Crypto, you bastard! You betrayed us?"

'no. no. Of course not, Y/N I need to tell them..' 

He finally spotted you through all of the chaos, you looked incredibly pained. Even you didn't believe him? Now, mirage was leading you out, and shot crypto a hateful glance.

Despite all the shouting, Crypto was only focused on you.

'y/n, please don't go'

He did his best to explain himself, his drone, his actions to everyone, but his mind was only occupied by the thought of you. 

When he came back to his room much later that night, he was ready to face you, and hopefully make everything clear. He opened the door to his room, where the two of you had been staying, slowly. 

"Y/N, I know you've must got a lot on your mind right now, but can we please talk?"

He earned no response 

"Y/N?" He scoured the apartment, calling your name.

You were no where to be found. Some of your items were missing too, things you kept as his because you were living there.

"Shit."

Crypto stood in the middle of his bedroom, at a loss for what to do. 

He could go after you, searching? He'd probably run into mirage, and scare you off, though. He pondered for a while, before kicking the door in frustration, leaving a hole.

"FUCK" he gave away, and fell onto the bed. It smelled like you. 

He grabbed the pillow and held it close, unsure how to make things right, this was something completely out of control, and he hated how hurt it made you. 

He began to think of the first time the two of you interacted, and how cold he was to you. Maybe he should've been nicer, kind, more open. Maybe you'd still be by his side now. He had done things with you he had never done with anyone, sleeping next to you without suspicion, kissing you, showering together?

Why were you so special to him? He considered you an annoyance at first, a pestering bug. Then he had made that slip up, calling you the name of his foster sister. He watched you cry and breakdown, all while he had a gun pointed at you.