Daybreak [Weak Hero] Alex Go X Reader X Wolf Keum

1. The Both of Them

"And why not?" You ask, cheeks flushed and heart pounding in your chest. "Why not me?"

When he looks at you, there's a certain kind of disregard in his eyes. The hazel twinkles like stars, you think. Bright yet so far away.
He doesn't answer you and turns away to nurse his drink instead.

His friends chortle and you pretend not to notice, but a burning humiliation creeps up your cheeks and you can't discern if it's from the alcohol or the embarrassment of so many eyes on you at once.
In the periphery of your vision, you can see yourself in the clean reflection of the windowpane, darkened by night, speckled by stars.

There's muted conversations and the clicking of dirty silverware on fake china, of beer cans falling over and clattering hollowly with the floor.

"I just want to understand you better."

You can't wrap your mind around why you're trying so hard to talk to him. It shouldn't matter, you shouldn't care. That's what you tell yourself, but your feet are erected in the ground like a permanent structure and they wont budge, no matter how many times you beg them to leave, leave, leave.

"Wolf's been having a shit day. I'd recommend you get the fuck outta here before you give us a reason to make it any worse."

Your resolve embodies itself in your shoulders. They stiffen with frustration, sturdy as an iceberg- then drops suddenly, melting away all at once like cold water running down your back.

The man throws another wayward amber glance in your direction, as if sizing you up for a fight. You would've laughed at his belligerence if you weren't so sure he'd knock out your teeth.

"I'm sorry. I was getting ahead of myself."

You can feel the stares of the other patrons on you back, but none of them sear you, hot and daring, as much as the pair before you. His glasses catch in the light, and for a brief second you see yourself again.

Desperate, and pathetic. Looking and looking.

Your legs unstick from the mosaic tiled floors, but they feel leaden. You don't care though, as long as you can move you should go.

You let your legs carry you out of the restaurant, but it feels more like conscious dragging at this point. You think he watches you on the way out, and you wonder if you'll regret any of this tomorrow.

A tinkering bell chime announces your re-entry to the crisp nighttime air, but the evening breeze does nothing to ease the pounding of your head or your heart.
You take a few staggering steps away from the eatery and lean against the brick wall, appreciating the cool sensation washing over your burning cheeks.

The moon is bright and it irritates your eyes. A fist clenches at your side and you grit your teeth at the sting of nails pressing into the soft flesh of your palms. Pain shoots up your arm and you release your grip, but remain unable to get his shitty visage out of your mind.

Purple hair, hazel eyes, red blazer.

"Fuck..."

Your foot meets the wall and you hope that at least a bit of sediment will chip off but it does not yield.

Purple hair,

"Fuck."

You kick the wall again, this time with more vigor.

Hazel eyes,

"Fuck!"

A puff of dust arises from the wall and you're unsure of whether it's from your shoe or the building, but you don't really give a shit anymore.