I See You (YB x Reader)

Chapter Three

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My body jolted up as I began to hyperventilate. A pool of sweat laid underneath me leaving chills down my spine. I found myself laid in a bed that was not my own. After a few moments of panic, I attempted to recollect myself before scanning my surroundings. The walls were covered in pink-hearted wallpaper and the window beside me was wide open, allowing the outside winds to billow inside. A large closet sat ahead of me and a bookshelf beside it, housing many novels and plants atop it. Where the hell was I?

I sat in thought for a moment before looking back on the last thoughts I had before passing out. That man... Whoever he was, he must've brought me here. The morning sun gently peered into the room and the clock against the wall continued to tick by. I reached down towards my arm to pinch it, but everything was all too real. This wasn't a dream.

My breathing picked up the pace again after this realization, but I knew that panicking wasn't going to do me any good. I placed my hands on my cheeks and took a deep, well-needed breath in. I shuffled out of the bed, placing my bare feet down onto the floor. I was dressed in a thin, nightshirt and shorts. "I don't remember putting this on." I thought to myself. That piece of shit must've taken advantage and changed my clothes. Hopefully, that's all he did while I was asleep.

I approached the door and slowly creaked it open. My eyes examined every inch of the room before deeming it safe to enter. I sneakily exited the bedroom and entered the living room. A rather small apartment, but it sure as hell looked cozy. The blinds to the room were shut, leaving the room darker than it would be during the daytime. Bottles of alcohol lined the kitchen counter. I sure as hell wasn't alone in this apartment.

Just as that thought pushed itself into my mind, the sound of a door creaking open echoed throughout the living area. I stood frozen in my tracks. My heart began to race out of my chest and my mind scattered at the possible outcomes of the situation. Was it him? That man who abducted me?

A light switched on revealing the figure now standing in the kitchen. It was a girl wearing a purple tube-top and sweats. She had a tattoo formed on her arm and her hair looked rather messy. She must've just woke up. Her eyes lifted and locked onto me. She perked up at the sudden sight of me standing in the living room. 

"Uh, hey..." She said to me, weirded out by my worried look.

"H-hi..."

She shrugged off my worries and reached into the fridge to pull out some orange juice. She lifted the carton up to her lips, pursing them to allow the liquid to slide down her throat. After a moment, she placed the carton back in the fridge before grabbing a cup of yogurt and closing the fridge door. "Hey, don't act so weird, alright? You're acting like you've seen a ghost." She said reassuringly before leaving to enter her room again.

What the fuck just happened? I had so many questions as to what in the hell I just experienced but not nearly enough time to ask them. This was all way too much to take in at once. I stood in thought for a moment, thinking of what to do next, until a knock at the front door awakened me. I shuffled over to the door, looking out through the peephole to see who exactly was trying to get my attention.

The person had green hair and wore a black beanie. Their green shirt formed to their body while their black pants hung baggy. I hesitated for a moment before answering the door.

"There you are! Where have you been?" They asked me. They looked pretty shaken up by the looks of it. I had no idea who this person was or what was going on, but I felt the need to play things cool to make sure nothing bad would happen.

"Why do you ask?" I said fumbling with my hands. "Uh, because you didn't show up to work yesterday and you haven't answered any of my texts. Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack you know!?" They groaned.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to." They looked at me, now with much confusion in their eyes. I grew nervous at their look. Was this not how I was supposed to be acting? I didn't want to blow my cover or whatever the hell I was doing.

"Right... Anyways, I'm starved. Let's go grab some breakfast." They said holding their head up. "Your treat?" I asked. They chuckle as if this was a normal occurrence. Just who was this person I was supposed to be imitating? 

After about a fifteen-minute long and awkward car ride, we had finally reached our destination. It wasn't much to look at, but it sure did have a good smell coming from it. The person and I were then seated at a booth. The seats were pretty worn out but nothing too out of the ordinary from your everyday restaurant. 

"Sooo... How's things been holding up with Lucy? She find a job yet?" They ask me. From the sound of it, that girl I saw earlier was named Lucy, and I guess she's jobless at the moment. I had to keep this going without raising suspicion, so I played along.

"Of course not. I swear, sometimes it feels like she's not even trying." I say with much confidence. They sighed at my response. "Well, can't expect much from someone who wastes all their money on drugs and booze." They place their chin in their hand, looking at me deep in the eyes.

"Um... Yes?" I ask, trying to break the awkward tension they made. "Dude, I don't like it when men stare at me..." I say, rubbing the back of my head.

"Men?" They question. "Yeah? Guys, dudes, whatever you wanna call it, I don't like it." Their head dropped as their pointer finger tapped against the cold metal table.

"Heh, I knew it." They said with an angered look on their face. Oh shit, I fucked up big time. "The real Y/n would know that I don't go by that. Pretty rude of you, don't you think?" They asked, lifting themselves from their seat. I began to sweat bullets as I realize the problem I just dug myself into.

"This kind of thing means a lot to me. Y/n knows that. So, who exactly are you?" They grew closer and closer to me, practically breathing against the skin on my face. I had no idea how to respond. I can't just tell them that it was all an act and that I'm not from here, but it'd also be fucked up to say that I forgot their identity when they seemed so close to the original me.

They leaned into my ear, preparing to whisper something not to be heard by anyone else.

"Let me guess, that bastard finally did it, huh? He brought you here didn't he."

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. A couple of things, 

1. Thank you all so much for your support! Your kind words really do encourage me to continue writing and I have so much fun reading your reactions to different scenarios (Either on this story or the Oneshot)

2. Please consider supporting the artists featured in these chapters. All of these artists are very talented and if you see something you like you should definitely go over to their page and give them a like (and possibly tell them that I sent you over their way lol). Any artist who comes forwards and lets me know that they aren't comfortable with their art being affiliated with this story may DM me to let me know, This story will get intense so I can understand if some artists might want to pull away from that.

3. Remember, please be 18+ when reading this. Things have been slow so far but will begin to pick up rather soon. I do not feel comfortable with minors reading this story, and for the respect of both me and the creator of Your Boyfriend, please steer clear of reading this story and wait until you're a little older. Thank you for understanding!