𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 ✰ n. chuuya x reader

hypnotized

   "thank you for coming out!" with that i walked off stage, completing the third concert of a tour i'm headlining. the adrenaline rush i get has always been a feeling i've craved. hearing hundreds of people screaming lyrics that i wrote is something i want to experience a thousand times over. although, i've had a pit in my stomach all day, like something bad is going to happen.

   i let my crew take care of my stuff on stage as i made my way to my dressing room where i see my manager waiting for me.

   "another amazing show!" she said with hesitation. i could tell there was something else she wanted to say.

   "is everything good?" i asked, not prepared for her answer.

   "i, uh, found you an opener" my manager practically whispered. i don't see why she seems so anxious about her words. it's a great thing that i have a new opener.

   "cool, who are they?" she winced as soon as i asked that question.

   "...corruption" she whispered once again. i stared at her for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

   "you made my ex's band my opener?" i let out a sarcastic laugh with my words, "i am not spending four months with that asshole!"

   "well that's not a very nice thing to say" i turned my head to where the disgustingly familiar voice is coming from and, lo and behold, chuuya-fucking-nakahara was leaning against the doorway to my dressing room.

   "what the fuck do you thing you're doing here, chuuya" i hiss his last name as i glared him down.

   "calm down y/n. don't worry, i won't break your heart," he laughed as he lifted my chin with his pointer finger and thumb, "again" seeing that cocky smirk filled me with rage i though i had let go years ago. i slapped his hand away from my face harshly and stormed outside. i need a smoke.

   i leaned against the brick wall of the venue and lit my cigarette as i felt my emotions catch up to me. i slide my back down the rough wall as i exhaled the cancer from my lungs, tears falling in the process.

   "y/n? oh shit are you crying?" i heard another familiar voice and quick footsteps approach me.

   "akutagawa?" i asked even thought i knew it was him. it's nice to hear my best friend's voice after two years.

   "let's put this out, okay?" he softly said as he grabbed the cigarette out of my fingers and threw it on the slightly snow covered pavement. "wanna talk about what happened?" he asked, continuing to be soft-spoken.

   "just know that your lead singer is a dick" i answered, sniffling.

   "so that's where he ran off to" akutagawa looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

   "hey ryu, we gotta leav- y/n?" this is like the reunion i never asked for.

   "hey dazai" i somehow managed to squeak out while i wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

   "chuuya?" he named to akutagawa, who nodded 'yes' to dazai's question. "what type of asshole was he being this time?" he sighed as he crouched down to my level.

   "cocky" i answered with a pained smile. dazai seemed surprised for some reason. it's chuuya, of course he's going to be an overconfident, egocentric bitch.

   "sounds about right. happen to know where he is by the way, we have to get our stuff on the bus."

   "wait, aku, what are you talking about? we don't have an opener for two more shows."

   "we know, we're just gonna follow you around for a week until we go on. chuuya figured that would be most convenient for you guys." dazai explained with a smirk on his face as he mentioned chuuya's name.

   "speaking of chuuya," akutagawa drew out as he looked at me with hopeful eyes.

   "last i saw he was back stage" i informed while pointing my thumb at the wall behind me. akutagawa and dazai making their way inside the venue in search for the singer. i chuckled to myself as i watched them disappear behind the metal door. i never thought i would be seeing them again. yet, chuuya is the only one on my mind. lovely, as well as dreadful, memories flashing behind my teary eyes. everything from the cute first dates to dazai holding having to hold him back from throwing another drunken punch my way. now, two years later, he has the nerve to flash that arrogant smirk of his in my face. i'm not going to lie, though, i miss the good times with him. those memories are all i have left.

   with my now racing mind, i picked my half smoked cigarette up off the cement. examining it, thankful it wasn't wet from the snow. hanging the tobacco filled tube off my lips, i lit it. the second i exhaled the smoke once again, i heard the metal door beside me clank open.

   "there you are," hearing his voice really isn't helping with my previous thoughts but it isn't going to stop me from taking another hit. "you started smoking again" why the fuck does he care? i decided to stay quiet none the less, which led to a couple minutes of awkward silence. chuuya leaned against the wall beside my still crouched body. i finished my cigarette and stood up while asking him why he wasn't with the others.

   "i told them i was going to go find you"

   "well, you found me"