THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

secrets || jealous!bruno x reader

this was requested by MissPlagueDoc, and I thought it would be very fun to write! enjoy, and thank you for the request MissPlagueDoc!! :D

You impatiently tap your foot on the floor, fidgeting with your hands as you stare at the door. You've been waiting for your crush, Leone Abbacchio, to return home with your food that he promised. He shouldn't be taking this long, you frown to yourself, opting to pick up a book and skim the pages briefly. Unless he's out buying wine, which he probably is doing, he should be back any minute now.

Sighing, you lean back on the couch and cross your arms, closing your eyes and dozing off until a twist on the doorknob shocks you awake.

"Abbacchio!" You yell, sprinting to the white haired man and tackling him in a hug. He grunts and mutters a few curse words, staring down at you. "I wasn't gone that long." He squints at you, his dark purple lips curling in disgust. "It felt like forever." You mutter, taking the bags of food out of his hands. "It was literally thirty minutes--you know what? Never fucking mind." Abbacchio rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen counter.

Smirking, you open the bag and pull out your favorite snacks and drinks. "Thank you, Abbacchio." You blush, covering your face with your hands. Abbacchio stops in his tracks and stares at you for a few seconds before smirking slightly and running a hand through his long, white locks. "Yeah." He blushes slightly as well, and you stare at the ground, smiling.

"He's back, you guys." Trish yells to the other boys, currently playing video games upstairs. There are a few seconds of silence, a loud bump, and sprinting and laughing as Mista and Narancia come down the stairs, giggling like schoolgirls. Fugo isn't very happy, as he's currently cursing in Italian and rolling up his sleeves.

"Mista." Abbacchio frowns, and Mista smirks, his black eyes sparkling with amusement. "What, Abbacchio? I was just joking around with Fugo, that's all. Right, Nara?" He stares at Narancia for an answer, and Narancia sits there a decent minute, trying to figure out what he's supposed to say until he remembers and yells, "Yeah!!".

"They're such fastidi." Fugo fumes, and Trish giggles, shaking her head.

"Hey, where's Bucciarati?" You ask, and Mista shrugs. "I don't know, Y/N. He said he had a business meeting he had to attend, or at least, that's what I think he said." Mista replies, throwing an arm around Trish. "Will you...back up?" The pink haired girl frowns at Mista's smell, and he frowns, stepping backwards.

Just then, the door unlocks and Bucciarati enters the house, a briefcase in tow. "You're back! We were just wondering where you were!" Narancia says excitedly, turning on the television. Mista, Fugo, and Trish crash down beside him, discussing what movie they want to watch on Netflix.

Bucciarati doesn't reply, placing his briefcase on the kitchen counter, taking off his dress coat and now sporting a light purple turtleneck tucked into some slim, form fitting black dress pants. You turn away from him as Abbacchio smirks and pours you a glass of orange juice. "You better be pouring you some too, Leone." You tease, and Abbacchio frowns and blushes. "I'm drinking red wine." He replies, and you laugh.

A firm tap on your shoulder turns you away from your crush, and directs you to Bucciarati. He doesn't look very happy, his lips in a grim line and his blue eyes piercing yours. "May I have a word with you, Y/N?" He asks, his voice strong and commanding. You nod, confused, and tap Abbacchio on the shoulder. "What?" He frowns, taking another sip of his wine. "Bucciarati wants to talk with me." You mutter, and Abbacchio stares at the ravenette, nodding as he watches you and Bucciarati walk up the stairs into his office.

He turns on the lights, but dims them a bit as he stares at you and gestures to the couch in the corner of the room. "Have a seat, Y/N." He smiles gently, and you stare at him warily, taking a seat on the couch and staring at him. "Is--Is something wrong?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, pushing a strand of his hair out of his chiseled face.

"I just wanted to catch up on you, see how you were doing. That's all." He smiles, standing up as he pours you and him a glass of water. Confused, you take the glass and take a sip before tracing the rim of it with your finger, quietly wondering why Bucciarati's acting like this. He's a very nice, polite, and mannerable man, but it seems like he's tense about something. "Well?" His smooth, Italian accented voice shakes your core, and you stare at him.

"I've been great. Thanks to Abbacchio, I've grown a bit more comfortable with everyone." You reply, and Bucciarati's face twists with something between anger and jealousy. You stare at him, concerned, and he shakes it off, laughing and taking a sip from his glass. "Well, I see you've gotten very acquainted with Leone." He smiles bitterly, and a muscle twitches in his cheek.

"Yeah." You say dreamily, your thoughts floating back to that white-haired, purple-lipped man you have a crush on. Bucciarati clears his throat, and you snap back into reality, blushing. 

"Are you and him seeing each other?" Bucciarati questions, and you jolt at the question.

Seeing each other? Oh, no. You couldn't answer that question. You haven't confessed to him yet, and you don't even know if he actually thinks of you that way. Yeah, you've thought about opening up about your feelings towards him, but you've always decided against it. So...are you two officially seeing each other? Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? You don't really know the answer, so you come up with a lie.

"No!! Of course not!!" You yell, feigning shock. Bucciarati becomes suspicious, one of his perfectly arched eyebrows raising in doubt. His blue eyes squint at you, and he leans in, his lips only inches away from your face. Then, before you know it, a warm feeling hits your cheek, and you stare at Bucciarati, his eyes now staring into yours.

He licked you. It's all over now.

"You're lying, aren't you?" His voice is strained, anger creeping into it. Blushing, you try to find your way out of this situation, but you're stuck. Officially caught red-handed. Detested, you stare off to the side sadly, and Bucciarati sighs, bringing his hand to the bridge of his sharp nose, pinching it. "Yes--Yes, I was lying. I have a crush on Abbacchio, and I was planning to ask him out tonight." You admit, and Bucciarati's fist clenches in his lap.

"That's wonderful." Bucciarati's voice is sarcastic, stinging you with his facade of happiness. "Are you...." You struggle to find the courage to speak up, but finally sigh and give in. "Are you jealous, Bucciarati?" Finally letting the words escape from your lips, you stare at the Italian man to see his reaction.

He slowly raises his head up, his blue eyes stinging with anger, and he curls his lip up in disgust. "That's my place to know." He commands, and you wince, sinking back into your seat. The young man sighs, and stares at you. "I'm sorry." He apologizes quietly, and you nod, placing a hand on his hand. "I love you." He sighs, kissing your hand. You tense up, your face red from embarrassment.

Bucciarati loves you? Mista and Narancia always teased you because they said Bucciarati had favoritism for you. Everytime you completed a mission, Bucciarati would congratulate you and smile, his blue eyes lighting up with delight. Whenever he scolded the team, he'd go the lightest on you, leaning in close to you and searching your eyes when he talked to you. He always seemed to care for you, even when Abbacchio was there in front of you. He'd buy you small gifts, give you breaks, cook dinner for you, and even allow you to help him around his office.

You didn't think he liked you like that. You had a crush on him a while back, but let it go because you didn't want to cause trouble for the team, interfering with the leader. You can't say you don't find him attractive and still have a crush on him anymore. It's true. You do like Bucciarati, but you also like Abbacchio.

"Bucciarati, I--" You stammer, but Bucciarati kisses you on the lips, stopping the words from coming out of your mouth. You've wanted this for a long time, and you forgot how much you wanted it until he actually did it. He actually kissed you. 

"Call me Bruno." He commands softly, and you nod.

Maybe it's okay to have secrets.