•GORGEOUS• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Twenty Two|

"Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine
You've ruined my life, by not being mine"

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Both heads snapped at the clicking of the door and seeing Bachira, horror painted on Y/n's face. Her head started spinning around, with guilt and haunt filling up. Whereas, Rin had that deadpan face, saying in his mind; "really?! now, dude?"

Doomed! Doomed! Doomed!

Now that there was no running away from here and the things which they've been hiding, for so long, from their friends and everyone was now, no more a secret. Not to mention in front of none other than the chattering machine; aka Bachira Meguru.

Rin was on the top of Y/n, hovering above her, lifted up, with her, throwing glares at his roommate, who stood on the doorway, with one hand on the doorknob, and stone face.

Y/n hid herself behind Rin, tugging on his arm, feeling the mixture of red hues over her face. She was so embarrassed of being caught, finally?! In the so not-most inappropriate position!

She wished to dig herself under the earth right now!? Rin, however, wasn't afraid neither embarrassed, he was actually slightly grinning, rubbing his nape, and wandering his eyes around.

A minute silence spread.

Y/n bit her lips in frustration. Peeped to see Bachira's face. Bachira who stood there with his hands on his hips, scanning both of them. "Were you two kissing?" He threw the question at them with a teasingly, provocative tone, cocking his brow.

Y/n and Rin shared a glance before speaking.

"No." "Yes."

Two different answers at same time. Y/n and Rin gave each other a look. Bachira raised his eyebrows, seeing their coordination.

"Yes." "No." Y/n clicked her tongue in annoyance. Glaring at Rin, with a frown on her face.

Now Bachira was sure that he wasn't hallucinating. He nodded slowly, asking another; "Does anyone else knows?" He huffed closing the door behind him.

"Nope." Rin retorted nonchalantly, with Y/n shaking her head behind him, vigorously. Bachira chuckled seeing Y/n's face. So pale yet so cute. He put his index finger under his chin

"Am the first to know?" He chirped, in glee. Y/n grunted, running her hand through her hair. Irritation clearly written on her face. Taking that as a yes.

Bachira smirked, nodding, spinning on his one foot, and walked towards the door with his hands in his pockets. Y/n gulped, with her heart sinking slowly. Thinking what will happen if he told anyone about them.

Before getting out of the room; Bachira spared a glance over his shoulder, and chatted with a witty smirk; "I am giving you both 15 minutes to get dressed." And closed the door, getting out.

Y/n quickly collected her clothes, from every corner of the room. Rin read her tension. "Don't worry-"

"Just shut up! Before I kick your ass!" Rin sealed his lips, suppressing his bubbling feeling inside of his heart. He saw her locking herself in the bathroom, without sparing a glance.

Rin sighed before walking over his wardrobe, pulling out a sweat pant and put on, but rather than picking up another t-shirt or shirt from the closet, he walked over the bathroom, knocking on the door. "What?" Y/n snarled.

"I want the hoodie." He teased her, holding his giggles, "Really!? Rin? Now?!" hearing her heavy sighs with growls, he trailed a string of laughter.

"Stop laughing! Rin!" and she threw the hoodie, at him, coming out in her plaid checked skirt in light brown color, with black turtle neck with hair down.