hide and seek- mr. hyde x (masc.) reader (DISCONTINUED)

2- bar fight

Nearly a fortnight later, at the beginning of October, Y/N sought refuge in the warmth and busy-ness of a brothel tavern around where he usually visited at nighttimes.

He usually went there to drink until he forgot about his worries, but sometimes he would just listen to the comforting sound of the hubble and bubble of the bar. The sound of a crowd strangely soothed him.

He never actually engaged in the other part of the establishment, although he had seen many other men succumb to their desires. Some of these men even had wives and children.

Y/N, however, had no lover, nor was he courting anyone. Many of his friends had puzzled over this, but Y/N always answered to them that he simply didn't feel those same desires as the other men, and he had never felt the urge to court a lady.

Rather, he would focus on his male connections and his job.

However, from time to time he would feel slightly lonely, which is when he would venture away from society and join the lowlifes or secretive gentlemen.

On this night, he had come to the tavern to escape the busy thoughts in his head.

Well, mainly one thought, and it had been circling his mind for over a week; the image of a strange man hidden by darkness.

He sat and pondered his thoughts with a glass of whiskey his only company, until a loud shout from one side of the bar caught everyone's attention.

One of the prostitutes stood next to a bartender, both casting nasty looks to the man in front of them, but whose back was turned to Y/N.

"I will not ask again, sir", the bartender spat, and the man swayed. By his stance Y/N could tell that he was very drunk.

"If you will not leave this establishment, we will have to throw you out", the bartender warned.

The man spoke in a drunken slur "You c-can try!". He stumbled slightly as he approached the angry bartender.

Y/N sat up slightly when he heard that voice. 

He knew he recognized it, but it couldn't be...could it?

There was more commotion from the corner of the bar and shortly after the bartender struck the man's face.

The drunken man stumbled back, and his face turned as it absorbed the blow.

Y/N felt another light of recognition and got up on his feet suddenly. Some other customers around him looked at him strangely.

Y/N could tell that the situation was getting more serious.

The man had started to stumble back over to the bartender, who now had a murderous look on his face.

Y/N swiftly crossed to the other side of the bar where the confrontation was taking place.

He stepped between the two men, and a look of confusion slipped past the bartender's angry face. 

"What are you doing?", the bartender snapped.

Y/N ignored him and turned around to the drunken man. He grabbed the man's arm, who resisted at first ad tried to pull away, but the alcohol had taken away his strength and control. His arm lay limp in Y/N's hand.

"Who the hell are you?", the bartender spoke again.

Y/N replied calmly, "I'm so sorry, sir. My friend here is always getting into trouble. I'm sure he didn't mean it. I'll escort him home now, if you don't mind."

"This man is your friend?", the bartender spat at the drunk man's feet, who was now clinging onto Y/N's arm tightly. "Good luck to the both of you", he said venomously. "And I don't want him anywhere near here again."

Y/N nodded and started pulling the man out of the bar, "Of course, sir. Thank you, thank you very much."

Once Y/N had pulled him into the cool night air, he let go of his arm, and the man stumbled a bit.

Y/N crossed his arms and let out a sigh of frustration. 'Why did I just do that?', he thought.

He looked over at the drunk man who was swaying slightly. He didn't look in any position to find his own way home.

The man started speaking before Y/N could, "You...why did you...", but he struggled to get his words out.

"Listen", Y/N said. "You don't have to tell me what happened in there. That's your business, not mine. But at least tell me who you are. You owe me that much."

The man looked at him. "My name is J- my name is Hyde. Edward Hyde."

Y/N felt quite satisfied. "Thank you, Mr. Hyde. My name is Y/N Y/LN (your last name)"

They locked eyes and Hyde stumbled back a bit. Y/N snapped out of his thoughts and once again realized the situation he was in.

"Where do you live? I can help you get there", he offered.

Hyde seemed to snap out of his thoughts too. "No, no, it's fine. I'm-I'm quite near here actually", he said. It seemed like he had sobered up quite a bit.

Y/N found his actions strange, as if Hyde was hiding something. He had to remind himself again that it was none of his business.

He then realized that Hyde looked as though he was expecting a reply from him.

"Oh, alright then. Till we meet again." The last line slipped out before he could stop it. The chances were that they would never see each other again, right?

Y/N looked at Hyde, who gave him a small smile, so small that if Y/N had blinked he might have missed it.

A second later Hyde's face returned to its neutral expression, and he simply nodded to Y/N and bid him good night.

He turned around and it looked like he was completely concentrated on trying to walk down the street without falling over.

Y/N turned his gaze away from Hyde and onto the stars. This made him realize how late it was, and so he too started walking home.

As he wandered down the street, there was a heavy kind of feeling in his stomach. 'Hyde...where have I heard that name before?'