𝗦𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗥

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"chocolates, chocolates, where are my chocolates~?" I sing sang sneaking in the kitchen as I began to search the said delicacies.

My eyes shine brightly as I spot a box with the name 'Chocolate' carved into it.

A choco box..! A blessing from the Lord almighty!!

I opened the box full of excitement.

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

Right. Who the fuck ate the chocolates?!

-ˏˋ CLANG!´ˎ-

-ˏˋ SMASH! ˊˎ-

-ˏˋ CRASH! ´ˎ-

"What are you doing?" A cold familiar voice stated behind my back, I turn around to face him.

I hold my breath looking at the mess I made before quickly hiding the crowbar behind my back. He look at me suspiciously with narrowed eyes.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He raises his eyebrows questioningly, "I am well aware you have heard what I asked, did you not?"

I broke our eye contact, looking to the side with sweat rolling down my cheek.

Are the things I smashed valuable? God is he gonna kill me?!

"Y/N..." I started thinking about what excuse I should tell him until I saw a little insect crawling under the table. "Papa! A roach!" I shouted pointing the cockroach's directions

I quickly run behind him, before throwing the crowbar in the direction I saw it. This is cringe. Cringe. I even pet roaches back then and throw them at people.

But what choices do I have?

Surely he wouldn't forgive me for smashing 21 plates and 50 wine glasses just because the newly brought chocolate is eaten by somebody.

That's too childish of me. Yes, I admit, but bitches. it's Chocolate. CHOCOLATE!!

I have anger issues okay???? but now that I think about it, that's quite a brat of me. Maybe I've been stressed out so much that with slight inconvenience I'd be very angry.

maybe I should stop staying out late and drinking coffee.

"Come here." We widely open his arms as if calling me for shut or he just wants to pick me up and be a weighting scale again.

I gently drop the crowbar, careful not to make any sound before kicking it under a drawer. It was a good thing he was still looking at the cockroach at that moment.

I picked my pace and ran into his arms. He picked me up quite harshly like a cat. He faced me to him before saying, "are you scared of roaches?"

If you're counted as one. Yes!!

"Y/N is not!... J-just a little bit.." I innocently said. He then put me down on the ground and observe me for some seconds.

Dude? Whatcha staring at—?

Yes I know I'm gorgeous but we're related in this universe. And the author over here strictly said NO INCEST!!

"Give me your hands." He demanded. I just stand there like a scared animal hiding my mildly bruised and scratched hands on my back nervously.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue in annoyance before personally pulling my arms and forcefully opening my palms to look at them.

He gonna cut my hands off. (× ﹏ ×)
Bye-bye, my precious hands—