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Hangout

THE NEXT NIGHT:

"Ow. Fucking shit." I groan, pushing myself off the floor and rubbing the back of my head. Who the fuck is pounding on the door at 4:30 in the morning? "Isaac, can you get the door?" I call out, but there's no response. I glance over at his bed—empty. Of course, he's not here. I swear, if he's the one pounding on the door, I'll end him. With a frustrated sigh, I throw on a zip-up sweatshirt and shuffle to the door. Peering through the peephole, I freeze. My brother, of course, is standing there, but he's not alone. Behind him are Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and two other guys I don't recognize. I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose as I drag the door open

"This better be god. Do you have any idea what Mom and Dad would do if they found out that you snuck out again— and in a new country?" I raise my voice a little, getting more frustrated with every word.

"Lower your voice," he hisses, slapping his hand over my mouth. I roll my eyes and push his hand away.

"What. Do. You. Want?" I snap, folding my arms.

He rubs the back of his neck, looking guilty. "I may or may not have tried to sneak out... and realized I most definitely forgot my key."

I glance behind him and notice the two other guys standing there, giving me the side-eye.

"Hey, you're the guys Oikawa and Iwaizumi were running from yesterday, right?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"That would be us," says the boy with messy black hair, speaking up.

Oikawa rolls his eyes, letting out a puff of air, clearly irritated.

"I'm Issei Matsukawa," he says, pointing to the guy next to him, "and this is Takahiro Hanamaki."

"Nice to meet you two," I reply, but my attention is still on my brother. "I'm Y/N L/N."

"Oh, we know who you are," Hanamaki says, nodding toward Oikawa. "This idiot won't stop talking about you."

"Shut up," Oikawa mutters, crossing his arms defensively. "Literally, no one asked you."

I slowly nod my head and look back at my brother. "Anyways, can you grab my key for me? And please—please—don't tell Mom and Dad I'm leaving."

I walk over to the nightstand and grab the little brass key. As I'm about to hand it to him, I pull it back, teasingly.

"Hmm, I don't know," I say, waving it in front of his face. "Maybe I'll text them...ooh, or better yet, I could just call right now! That might wake them up but i'm sure they won't mind." I pull my phone out and open my contacts app.

"Don't you dare," he hisses, his voice a harsh whisper.

"Why shouldn't I? What's in it for me?" I smirk, flipping the key between my fingers.

He pauses for a moment, clearly struggling. "I'll give you 20 bucks," he tries, desperation creeping into his voice.

I think it over for a second, pretending to deliberate. "Nah, I don't want your money." My smirk turns into a shit-eating grin as I look at him, clearly enjoying this.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. I'll let you come with us," he mumbles under his breath.

My smile falters for a moment. I blink, confused. "Wait, what?"

Okay, hold up. Who the hell is this and what did he do with Isaac? He invited me? The same guy who, every time I asked to hang out, would brush me off with a 'next time'—which was clearly just a lie?

This is new.

I stand there for a second, processing the fact that he's actually offering to bring me along with him and his friends. This must be some sort of trap. Or maybe he's just feeling guilty for waking me up at this ungodly hour. Either way...