𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 || Chuuya x reader ✔️

Chapter 8: Phase II, Breach

Another hand drew you out of the circle. You reached your limits; they were putting your temper to the test at this point. Making a scene was the least of your worries at that moment, as long as they didn't interfere with you anymore.

You were about to kick the man behind you, but you stopped yourself from doing so.

The perfume smelled familiar.

"I apologize, gentlemen," he said from behind you. He released your arm and placed his hand around your waist. You cocked your head slightly to see the bright, ginger hair strands.

He pulled his glove off with his teeth, revealing the engagement ring underneath, and said, "She's taken," with that stupid smirk of his.

Wasting no time, both of you dove into the dancing crowds again, disappearing from view. Your eyes searched for the men; they were gone.

"These jerks wanted to make me a widow before I even got married," Chuuya's laugh sounded genuine from your comment.

You knew it was genuine because you couldn't help but laugh as well.

You hated admitting it, but you were glad Chuuya showed up.

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You both were still between the dancing people. It had only been a minute, but it felt like an eternity. It was becoming harder to breathe, like the air in the room wasn't enough for everyone anymore. You glanced at the guards, and they were still there.

You looked back at Chuuya to see him looking at the guards as well. Your eyes followed the locks of hair resting on his shoulders, his tux, and... his bare chest.

You look away quickly; you didn't want him to catch you staring. "Wait for it," he said, smiling. He seemed excited to see the situation unfold, which raised your guard. "What exactly did you do?" Standing in the crowd was becoming more difficult as it continued to push you. Chuuya came closer for a whisper, ignoring your question.

"Get ready,"

He squeezed your hands. You were confused, but the time for action was not long after.

A gunshot interrupted the atmosphere of the room, followed by screams of fear. "You traitor!" some guy yelled. Although the people stopped dancing, the music was still playing. "This is our mark," Chuuya whispered close to your ear. With the aura of fear spreading, only Chuuya's whispers brought you back to reality, so you nodded his way.

With Chuuya guiding you, you focused on your steps, trying not to fall and waste any seconds. You looked at the hallway when you both almost made it, and the armed men were no longer there.

"Put down the gun!" You suspected, by the sound of it, that the armed men were already distracted by the man. As people were also focused on the scene, no one noticed you and Chuuya sneaking into the mansion.

One...

You kept walking, hoping no one would turn to look at you.

Two...

Keep walking and do not look back.

Three...

There was the turn; you just had to take the turn, and you would enter the safe zone.

Chuuya took a quick glance down the other hallway before proceeding.

"Phase one is complete," Chuuya sighed. You let go of his hand and looked around.

The mansion looked different from where the party was held. "This is the mansion where he stays when he visits Yokohama," you recalled the information.

"It's only a matter of time before they realize we shouldn't be here." Chuuya spoke up. You were hit in the gut by the realization that you were still in danger. "I thought they wouldn't suspect us anymore,"