HE'S MINE

031

I was standing close to him, so close that I felt myself drowning in the blue of his eyes.

"You are drunk Y/n!" He stated, taking a step back, but I approached him again.

His eyes kept staring at me, his voice turning into a whisper. I have never been this so close to someone and I liked it. His beautiful skin was glowing under the crown clouded sun. The wind blew his hair in his face, making him close his eyes for a moment.

"So what! I know what I am doing," I mumbled, playing my hands on his chest and he slowly looked down at my hands, lifting his face again and deepening the stare. His body was radiating fire onto my palm, something inside me wanted to keep going. I looked at his lips and stood on the tip of my toes to reach them, but he slowly pulled himself back again.

"No! You are drunk!" He wasn't ready to do it, his decency was stopping him, but he wanted to do it, I could tell.

I gulped the thirsty thoughts down my throat and ran a finger in his chest, his hand gently held my hand to prevent coming in contact with his naked skin.

Had we not been in a parking lot, I would have stripped his shirt in no time. He was the most gorgeous human being I've ever seen. As he wasn't going to do anything, my drunk mind decided to let him know how I feel about him.

"You know," I mumbled, running a finger down his cheek, he was frozen in his spot, watching me without blinking his eyes.

"You might think I am drunk, but even when I am not drunk I think about you." The alcohol has given me this courage, he tilted his head in surprise, a sweet smile covered his juicy lips.

He smirked but didn't struggle to free himself from the grasp I did around his collars.

"I always wanted to stay with you." I continued and his eye softly stare me in the eye, his hands gently wrapped around my waist to support me from falling as I pulled him closer and tightened my grip over his collars.

"You are special to me, Mikey," I mumbled and smiling like a silly. He watched my face blankly and the smile began to fade away. I didn't like it, I thought I was making a progress. I sense his hands slipping away from my back steadily.

"I was just making you jealous!" I thought he was mad about the incident that happened in the club, but the smile never reappeared.

"In the club of by befriending Takeomi Haruchiyo?" I have no idea why he brought up this topic, but I frowned and pulled my nose. I was not going to lose him.

"I swear there is nothing between me and him, we are two different people. Just friends and nothing more, Emma lied to you." I whispered, lowering my face and losing my steps, but he held me again.

Yuzuha's POV

I left the club with Hanma to see what those two were doing. I knew Y/n would be fine when Sanzu was with her so I wasn't much worried about her.

We saw them standing close and talking to each other, but my mind stopped when she mentioned Sanzu as Mikey.

"What is she doing?" Hanma growled, obviously he considered Sanzu as his brother, and seeing a girl using him just too jealous of his worst enemy, was heartbreaking.

"I bet it's alcohol." I tried to defend her, but it was too late, all the things she said to Sanzu just ruining everything.

"Yeah! I can tell. She befriended him just to pull nose at the mention of his name?" Hanma argued, he was glaring at me like I was in on it Y/n wanting to feel secure or make Mikey realized she can have friends too.

"Stop blaming her, she is too innocent in all this." I debated and just when I decided to walk in her direction to stop her from saying all that or even worse things, Hanma grabbed my arms tightly to make me stop and listen to him.

"She played him, all those giggles and blushing and then making him jealous in the club, your friend is confused." He groaned, breathing loudly. His grasp left a bruise on my arm, it hurt.

"If you grow up in a household where they treat you like an object and feed you with lies, your whole personality becomes something they are ruling, a puppet. She is not wicked, she just doesn't understand what wicked people do to her."  No matter how I hard tried to defend her, Hanma was too upset at her.

I shrugged his hand off and marched towards Y/n, who was still going at it.

"If you had asked me sweetly, I would have left Sanzu and every one of you. I had done it once, I can do it a thousand times for you because it's only you who matters th---," I rushed and pulled her away from him. He was preventing her from falling, but I was there for her now.

"Did you know all that?" Sanzu mumbled, not even looking up as if he was hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"She used to like Mikey, in the past, but she is not with us because of him. She is with us because sh---," I haven't even finished yet when Hanma came rushing for Sanzu.

"Blah blah blah shit!" He aggressively approached us and stood in front of Sanzu, who was breathing like a beast.

"She was leading him on, just to be with Mikey!" Hanma yelled at my face, I was so shocked at his outrage towards me. He never wasted a minute to doubt me.

"You stay out of it," Not wanting to hurt Hanma in the process, I had to comfort Sanzu first, plus, it was wrong to ask her all of these things when she was drunk.

"You shouldn't be investigating her when she is not herself." I blamed Sanzu, completely knowing he had done no wrong. As for Y/n, she was not using us just to be with Mikey and I knew this much about her.

"Not it is my mistake." He stated, his eyes were emotionless and pain visible on his face, he then smoked sarcastically.

"Let's go, bro, they're not worth it." Hanma insisted on leaving, but Sanzu stood straight, watching us. Y/n was tripping around, she was now gonna pass out for sure.

"It's okay. She never led me on, just because she talks nicely to someone, doesn't mean they are flirting." He sounded hurt, too saw how easy it was for Hanma to leave me in the middle. He demanded I leave him in the middle of the night with my drunken friend, who was ready to pass out any minute.

"I am sorry Sanzu." I continued, but he shook his head.

"It's okay. I was just shocked because I thought she didn't want it to be her friend, but I feel like she is was drunk." He was hiding all the pain, defending her because he didn't want to show his pain and failure.

"Plus, guys don't even say she was leading me on, I never liked her, she was never my type." He said the last sentence with pressure and pride. He forces a smile on his lips, showing us nobody has played him since he never had feelings for anyone.

His ego has taken over his consciousness and I wouldn't blame him either.