NSR 1010 One-shots

Haym X Reader (cuddlefic)

I sighed.

Not the sigh that you give whenever someone tells an unfunny joke. Not even the sigh that happens when it finally hits that you've lost an agrument.

This is the sigh that escapes your mouth when there's nothing else to say. The defeated sigh that gets pulled out of you when you just want it to end. The longing of the end strained against my body. It glued me to the seat.

"-and that's why we have to let you go." He said.

That's all my body would let me hear as he ushered me out of the room and helped me pack my stuff.

I don't even remember how I got into my car, but I somehow did. I had no purpose anymore. That job was what ran my day and gave me a schedule. Now I had nothing. For the first time in my life I had freedom- and I hated it.

This was the city where dreams come true. Where people with passions can come together and enjoy the dream of music and art. Now, that dream was crushed and I had nothing. I could feel the passion slowly drain out of me as I drove down the dark street. With how broken I was, I wasn't going to let that break me. I needed a job while I figured things out and I knew exactly where to go.

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My knees were sore and my fingers were wrinkled from the sponge that I used to shine the floor. My mind was filled with ideas and uncertainty as I wrenched my arm back and forth on the tiles. Though unnessassary, it was a job that kept me busy enough to get my mind off of things and just think about my next step.

The only con was the people here, the people that lived in Barraca Mansion. The only reason I got this job was because I was friends of a friend with someone who had ties with this place. I also had a good reputation with the boys and was very fond of one of them.

I asked their father if I could work for them for some compensation. I explained that it would only be for a little bit while I expanded my horizons for careers. He mentioned that he had no reason to hire any maid of sorts but he couldn't turn down someone in need. That's how I got to where I am now, cleaning the floors of this huge mansion. It would all pay off in the end.

I filed job applications over and over again, but once they saw that I had gotten fired, they wouldn't take me. Why had this happened to me? My hope for my dream was faltering. It was tearing me apart.

I stood up painfully and cracked my back. I took a step back and admired my work. People always say that it should look so good that you could eat off of it, but I hate that saying. If it's so spotless, then its more then likely fueled with chemicals and fake.

Speaking of food, I was starving. Since nobody in the house had to worry about eating, I had to get food for myself. I placed my cleaning supplies away and went upstairs. I went into a bathroom that looked like it had never been used (probably because it hasn't) and washed my hands.

The only computer I had was my work owned one and I obviously didn't have it anymore. Thankfully, someone in this house had one. I stuffed a packet of crackers in my mouth and headed down the hall.

Haym was sitting on the floor with his back against his bedframe. He held a small controller with his eyes locked on a huge plasma TV that was anchored to the drywall. When I came in uninvited, he didn't turn in my direction. It was probably just tradition for me to come in randomly and sit down at his cluttered desk.

I closed the door behind me even though I didn't have to. Now it was nighttime, everyone had sheltered themselves up in their rooms. During the day, the boys were very adamant about closing the doors behind you so that they would know someone was in there. It was a weird slient rule that all of them kept but none bothered to let me in on it. The only reason I knew about it was when I was in my room doing my own stuff one day and then I saw three tall figures staring in at me with bewildered expressions. I stared back at them until one of them slowly closed the door without a single word. I never left another door open again after that.