ART COVER INSPIRED BY: nmuurder ON INSTAGRAM
Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
"Clay." George crosses his arms with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing in Deen's room? This is very unprofessional." George's eyes trail down to Clay's hand which was still holding the ice pack against his bruised arm. "What were you two even doing? I see you got yourself injured.."
"I can explain, George," Clay declares. "I was doing my daily- what is it called? Swoop-around, I guess you can say. You know about this-"
George looked back to Wilbur who is known as Johnson at the moment. "Well, yes, I know about your swoop-around," He turned back to Clay. "I'm just wondering why you're in someone's room - especially a woman's,"
I come from behind my hiding place, which was the door. "It's my fault, sorry George."
George raised his eyebrow. He was wearing a similar shirt to Clay's but it was pastel blue, his pants were the same colour as well except they weren't as baggy. He wore the same business shoes but dark brown. "Deen, do you mind explaining?"
"Of course," I say and look up at Wilbur who didn't have the happiest expression. "I was on the phone with my co-worker and walked into my room. The conversation I had with her was about work, so I can't explain what we were talking about - basically, I forgot to close the door properly."
"How did you forget to close your door?" Wilbur asked, his voice raising slightly. "That's very dangerous."
"John. It's my turn to speak," I sigh as Wilbur stepped back. "..I forgot to close my door. I guess Clay coincidentally did his little swoop-around while my door was still open, he made his way to my floor and received a phone call in front of my door. As he was talking I was confused because I could hear him clearly. My question was answered by Clay falling through the door. That should also answer your question on why his arm is bruised — I felt bad that I was the cause of his injury so I invited him in and helped take care of his arm."
Clay awkwardly waves his hands weakly. "Surprise..?"
George lets out a small huff. "Clay. Be careful next time. And you, Deen,"
"Huh?" I mouthed.
"Make sure to close your doors properly." George finishes his sentence and leaves with Clay.
"Are they gone?" Nick whispered from behind Wilbur.
"Yes." Wilbur answers, his tone filled with bitterness.
I look at the two. "Hey..?"
Before I could ask anything else Wilbur pulls me into a tight hug. "Jesus Christ- thank God you're alright."
