fog of vengeance | h. ran

ｅｉｇｈｔ

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 8
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She lies on the bed, arms open wide with her head down, lying upside down. She slept at 5am last night after staying up, reading a book, eating, getting high with book scents and playing pillow fights alone. It's weird for a grown up 26 years old person like her to do that. People around her age must be busy thinking about life, having children and are working their ass off to stay alive. But here she is, deleting all the troubles from her life. All were great and good, until :

"Ugh!" She yells out loud, getting up from her bed.

"It's 12pm." Ran's deep voice echoes, with a pail in his hand. "So?!" Y/N shouts at his face. "Wake up." Y/N wipes her face, staring at her wet clothes. "Couldn't you wake me up properly?" Ran keeps quiet, just looking at the annoyed female who has woken up with her hair wet. "Go take a bath. You stink." Ran's with his white shirt and a purple tie. He hugs the pail, walking away to the door. "You said you won't be here last night."

"Did you forget what I said? It's 12pm now," He turns around, with disgust across his face. "I got home at 9am. And you were still sleeping," He sighs. "Women around your age are busy with their career at this time. But you—" Ran shakes his head. He opens the door, leaving Y/N seeing his back. An opportunity. She clutches her blanket, pulling it up again.

"And don't sleep again."

Ran clicks his tongue, frowning at her. "Go take a bath, you lazy woman." Y/N groans, pulling the blanket down again. "Get lost, won't you?" Ran's silent before closing the door. Y/N stays at her bed for a few minutes before standing up, grabbing her towel and walking to the bathroom. She thought leaving her parents' house would minimise her problems, but it seems to get worse.

She walks down the stairs, a bag in her head with her tie loosen. "Madam," One of the maids stopped her, bowing down. "We've prepared your lunch." Y/N glances at the dining table. Two plates. Ugh. She knows it. Y/N's about to reject, but Ran's in her sight, walking towards the dining table. "I know you're going to go against it. But stop being stubborn. Wasting food is not good."

"You kill people and yet have manners for food." She mumbles under her breath. "What did you say?" Y/N lends the maid her coat and bag, sitting meters away, in front of Ran, behind the long table. "Nothing." Y/N thanks for the food, before digging in. "I'll come home late tonight." Y/N ignores him. In her heart, thinking, what's the point of him telling me this? "Hey," Ran squints his eyes a little. "You know what,"

Y/N takes a sip of her plain green tea. "Sometimes I wonder why you inform me everytime you go home late." They both stand up, thanking them for the meal again. Y/N walks to the living room, grabbing her coat and bag. As soon as she turns away, she meets by a hard chest. "What the—" She pushes him away in anger. "Stay still." Ran leans closer in front of her. Almost a few centimetres to touch her body. All he wants to do is to prevent from breaking Y/N's rule number 5.

"I— I need to go now." Y/N heads up, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling. "I know you don't know how to tie your tie correctly." Y/N keeps quiet. Ran lifts her tie up with his fingers, staring down at it. "Place the wide end of the necktie over the narrow end, and wrap it around," He looks serious while doing it. "Then this, hold the narrow end down with your other hand. After that, wrap the wide end over the narrow end,"

"I can do it by myself—" Y/N's about to push his hands away painfully, Ran smacks her hand down. "Don't pull this shit tight, but create a loop in front of the unfinished tie knot," Y/N clicks her tongue. "I said I can do this by myself later—" Ran gives a 'tch' sound, gripping on the fabric tightly. "I swear, one more time you do a move, I'll choke you with this."