𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕯𝖎𝖊 || Draken x Reader

XLV: 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴

You staggered out of the bar with a wild horrendous surge of panic and anxiety. With deep and uneven breaths, you managed to prevent yourself from fainting. To those close enough to hear you, your heavy panting sounded desperate and ill. To those inebriated and wasted, you seemed like a normal drunken girl who had a hard time navigating her way around the bar. The bar was still crowded with heaps of jovial people; music continued to tickle everyone's ears; lights flickered endlessly in mountains of red, blue, purple, green, and every color in between.

You only had one thing in mind now that you fully surrendered to the panic coursing through your besotted veins: to get out of the bar. Due to your queasy state, you carelessly bumped into someone on your way to the front door.

"Shit!" He grunted when the cup of beer he was holding fell on the ground. The man was so concerned about the splatter of beer that stained the tiled floors to notice the fact that a liquid trace had spilled on you. The left side of your chest was drenched with cold sticky beer; your wet dress clung to your skin. To be fair, you were the one that bumped into him because of your overwrought state of running. In a hurry, you said sorry and went on. You heard him curse at you from behind but heeded it no more attention.

What funny irony it was— contradicting elements that opposed the purpose of one another. A place filled with lively spirits and cheap thrills should have been a form of utopia for you, but on this silent night, it was just a place of torment. You exited the bar rashly. Even as your feet stumbled outside, you still ran as fast as you could. You were in a daze. And try as you might, it seemed as if your feet wouldn't stop on their own. Your vision was hazy— as if lip-balm had been smeared all over your eyeballs. Without realizing it, you made your way across the bustling crowds, onto continuous stores, before running onto the street.

You kept running.

Your breath faltered with every step.

Yet your aimless footfalls still kept moving.

Horns echoed upon your earshot. Almost out of impulse, you stopped in your tracks. Your dizzy head couldn't make out the side of the road where there were jagged lines of the pedestrian lane nor the red beaming circle of the traffic light. Cars beeped endlessly as they waited for you to cross while the motorcycles zoomed past you.

"Emma!" A voice called from behind. You turned to the side, but not fully, only enough to see a man running towards you. He was caught in the sight of a drunken dazed girl in the middle of the road with passing vehicles. The girl would die by crashing into the bumper of a car. Beads of blood would splatter across the processed gravel and cement. He did not like that. He did not want that. To relive such tragedy would be worse than having himself killed.

The world was in slow motion. The motions of everything around you halted still and you were sure you could see blurred lines coming from everyone's bodies. Time was continuous. Though ceased. Your hair caught up with foreign gusts of wind you didn't know where from. Draken was standing opposite you from meters away. Beside the streetlamp, his tall build was ever-glowing. He was just standing. His face set in a deep glower. He had his hands on his knees, crouched down as he panted and panted.

You smiled. Your expression was unreadable to him. Strands of hair kept sticking to the right side of your face.

For a moment, you just stood there staring at Draken. He merely did the same thing. But as peaceful as your countenance was, he was the opposite— he was tense and vigilant. Your sweet smile, the rosy pink of your lips, your blushed cheeks, and your pale skin brought by the illusion of being under the moonlight struck Draken in a way that made him hallucinate. Cars still beeped around you and good thing that was enough to send Draken out of his trance. He noticed a transfixed yellow illumination gleaming at your side in a circular bubble, followed by the sounds of screeching tires. Draken's eyes widened in fear after he looked to your right. He snapped out of his daze and rushed towards you before it was too late again. A flash of the shadow of a motorcycle came past your figure and it was all Draken needed to lift his heels and run. From his eyes, your hair was blonde like sunlight; your skin was pale as white silk skirts; your cheeks were aflush with all the romance in the world. This time, this time, he would save you— would save her.