Undeniable (Feitan x Reader)

Chapter 31: The Search For Answers

"Hello Y/N!"

"Hello! Please open the door!"

"It's been four days. Your phone is off or dead and you haven't shown up to work."

"Open up! Please...I need to know you're okay..."

Hina struggled to maintain a calm composure as she panicked at the entrance of your apartment. She began pulling the strands of her long lavender hair out of frustration and anxiety. She kept knocking on the door, each banging becoming louder, and the air of desperation lingered as she continued on.

"HEY! What the hell is going on with all this banging!" Your next-door neighbor, an older man shouted angrily from his door, which was slightly ajar.

"I'm sorry sir! I'm just worried about my friend. Have you seen her recently?" Hina pleaded, her arms flailing in the air as she waited for the old man to answer.

"Huh? Ms. L/N? No...I haven't. It's probably been five days since I last saw her. I don't leave my place too often so the last time she was home could've been more recently." He replied, scratching his balding head.

"Uh, thank you."

"Just keep it down!" The door closed behind him, and Hina did not feel any better.

In fact, she felt worse, she was incredibly concerned now that she knew you hadn't been seen coming or leaving home in the last few days.

"Dammit! Why didn't I ever learn how to pick locks. I heard it uses a hairpin...maybe?"

She reached for her hair, pulling a black hairpin out of her hair. A loose strand fell from its place and she leaned over to shove it in the keyhole. She wiggled it for a few seconds but to no avail, she did not know how to get it to unlock.

"Why am I so useless? I should've paid attention to that YouTube video..." She let herself slide down to the floor. Her hands lightly slapped her forehead, and she curled up in frustration.

"I can't even go up to random people and ask them if they know how to pick a lock, who do I even know that can- "She sprung her head up in realization, her eyes widened with a little hope.

"I KNOW! Oh...I don't know how good of an idea it is to involve the devil himself but it's better than nothing..."

*KNOCK KNOCK*

In the past few days, Feitan had been wallowing in his own brand of desperation and complete sadness. He kept hoping for the moment when he would begin to feel a surge of numbness, the strength he needed to go about his life. Yet with each passing day, his emotions only intensified, burning a hole in his heart.

He was not the type of person to indulge in certain vices, but this time he had let the liquor get the best of him. He hated the feeling of losing control as he felt his body grow more inebriated. It was as if his iron-grip he had on his life was slipping from his grasp. It had been hours since he last downed multiple shots of tequila-his alcohol of choice. He was beginning to come to his senses as the knocking on his door intensified.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Who the hell is it now?"

He knew from the faint aura it was not you. It was fairly familiar, but not too much. It was intense, like a flaming fire.

"What?" He glared through the crack of the barely opened door.

The door moved quicker than he had the time to react. His senses were dulled from his dreadful emotional state, so his reaction was slower than usual. The door slammed into his face, pushing him back and revealing a distressed woman at the entryway.