•PAPER RINGS• {NAGI SEISHIRO}

|Chapter Seven|

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night
Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright
Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

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"What do you mean, 'something personal'? I am your best friend. I should know your all personal things." Reo whined from the other line.

"Stop behaving like a kid, Reo. I got some personal issues that I can only solve." Nagi sighed, switching his lights off, and laying down on the bed.

"Hey, don't tell me your hooking up with guys now, too?"

"Have you lost your mind, Mikage?!" Nagi, sprung up from his laying position, growling to his friend, very furious, because of his stupid assumptions.

"Hey, hey! Chill. I was just kidding."

"I am not laughing." Nagi retorted nonchalantly, now pacing in his room back and forth. "...so, will you find this guy for me. I have some business to take care with him." He spoke coldly, looking down at this feet, walking in his room, when reached the window right in front of him, he saw the lights of Y/n's room still on.

His brows furrowed. It was surprising to see, her lights still on, in the middle of the night. He flipped his phone to check the time, which showed time, 01:22 a.m.

"I'll call you later." He hung up, Reo's call, even when he was trying to say something.

He leaned on his window pane, wanting to get a single glimpse of her. Maybe she was awake, maybe she crosses the window, maybe. . .

He saw a very familiar silhouette, running out of the house. His brows knitted together and eyes grew more narrower, trying to see the face in dark.

Shit!

He ran to his closet, fetching the jacket and ran out of his house, running behind the person, and immediately caught the wrist, stopping the pace.

"Where do you think, you're going, this late, darling?"

The wrist yanked out of his grip. "None of your business." The voice sniffled. He walked in front of her, and leaned down, staring deep in her eyes. "It is my business, princess. You're my girlfriend."

Y/n looked up at him with her red, puffy eyes. "Fake." He chuckled again, wiping her sliding tear, off her face. "But girlfriend."

Y/n's heart clenched. She was trying so hard not to cry in front of him, but her tears rolled down her cheeks, to her jaw and then to her chin. She bit her lips to hold her sobs, but her tears were flowing like a waterfall. Her body shook, as she let out the frustrated cry. Her head hung low, while her loose hair strands, cascading over her pretty face.

"Don't cry." Nagi mused, gently, pulling her in a warm hug. "It's alright." He mumbled softly, putting her head over his chest with his one hand over the back of her head and around her back.

Y/n felt the warmth running into her body. His scent invading her nose, and his mere touches, making her insane. It was so difficult to just brush it off, every goddamn time, when he's around.

It was few days ago when she wanted to push away this infatuation, but now it was more than just some type of attraction. It was more then that. Way too complicated and too beautiful.

Her hands, laid over his chest, wanting to stay there, always. In his arms.

That's right. It wasn't possible. Not for now.

She pulled back, first, breaking the hug, wiping her tears, sniffing continuously, fixing her hood. That's more intriguing. It was pretty dark, and she wore black, oversized hoodie to hide her identity even there were less chances that anyone would recognise her, but that's the matter-not everyone is as sharp as Nagi Seishiro.