Alice In Borderland OneShots

Karube - ♥️

Karubes POV:

I was currently cleaning up the bar. It was 9:30, my shift ended at 8:00 but my boss convinced me to work overtime. Sure, I was tired as hell — but I got paid more, so what the hell.

I turned over the sign that said 'closed' and sighed heavily. My chest rose slowly and then went back down when I exhaled. I was so tired. There were two couples in the bar, plus a woman who was sitting alone. So I decided to let them stay here until they finished their drinks, so then I could officially close the bar when they left.

I don't know, I was feeling generous. Another guy walked in the bar — and for some reason, I got a bad feeling...and you could probably realize what that bad feeling was. He already seemed drunk out of his ass. I've been working here for about a year now — I know a drunk douchebag when I see one.

I decided to mind my own business for now and wipe down the tables, lifting my head
to examine the guy every once in awhile. And to my surprise — there it fucking was.

"Hey, gorgeous~ You looking to come home with me?" I overheard the drunk bastard say. I automatically could tell the woman was uncomfortable — so I took matters into my own hands and walked over.

"Is there an issue?" I questioned, stepping in earlier before things got too serious. I was really trying to avoid getting into a fight today — but things never go my way. Ever.

I just wanted to make it back home to my fiancé — I missed her. I wanted to cuddle her all night while she played with my hair. It might sound cheesy but I swear I could fall asleep to her playing with my hair.

I snapped back into reality and watched the guy put a hand on the woman. That's it. I've had enough. I shoved the guy back against a table, clearly hearing the groan he let out. I nodded at the woman letting her know she was okay, she nodded back as a 'thank you' and I turned my attention back to the asshole sitting in front of me.

"The fuck, man?" The drunken man slurred out, almost stumbling forward. I dodged the first few hits — considering he was drunk. But I didn't quite react fast enough to the last one, because man, I know he was drunk — but his hits hurt like a bitch.

I fell backwards and fell into the table, it hitting against my side pretty hard. I grunted in pain as my hand went to my waist. Yeah. That was gonna leave a bruise by tomorrow. I hit the guy one more time right in the jaw, knock out spot. He fell over and blacked out — thank gosh.

When everyone left I said goodbye to the woman and escorted her to her car making sure she felt safe. I finally closed the bar and began walking home since I didn't drive.

I made it home to my fiancé and she greeted me with a hug, her hands went around my waist and I groaned in pain, she backed up quickly.

"Are you okay, love???" She asked, I registered the concern in her voice and shook my head with a smile, assuring her I was fine. News flash, she didn't buy that for one second.

She suggested, as in suggested...I mean demanded — me to lift my shirt and show the injury...damn, she's good. I sighed in defeat and slowly lifted my shirt, the red area hadn't quite bruised yet — but the expression on her face told me she knew it would leave one.

I laughed awkwardly and held my neck, explaining myself. "A drunk guy walked into the bar and hit on a woman—so I stood up for her...nothing out of the ordinary."

I watched her shake her head and walk over to the freezer, grabbing an ice pack.

Oh goody, she's gonna treat my wound.

I sighed softly and sat down, leaning back as I lifted my shirt. I watched her eyes fixate on my abs for a second too long, causing me to grin teasingly. She blushed and swayed her hand, turning her head away embarrassingly.

I chuckled and allowed her to ice my wound, shivering as I slightly sucked in at the coldness on my bare skin. I allowed the love of my life to continue handling my injury. She insisted that I drank some water too , so I obviously listened to her because what kind of boyfriend and or fiancé doesn't listen to their girl , the fuck?

I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead, she giggled and rubbed her thumb on my cheek, making me blush slightly which made her giggle more. Her laughs and giggles make the world go round, I swear.

I gently lifted her up and carried her to our room, laying her down as I went to the bathroom and got changed into comfy clothes, making my way back to her.

My arms held onto her smaller frame, she whispered soft praise to me and I smiled brightly at her.

Gosh, I love her.

She called out my name a few times, and it took me a little to actually respond to her. "Huh? Sorry, love." I answered at the last second, I could've sworn she would've slapped me if I didn't answer that time.

"Are you okay? You've been zoned out for a few moments, and you wouldn't respond to me."

"Yes, of course I'm fine...when am I not?" She gave me that 'really?' type of look your mom gives you when she knows you're lying, which made me chuckle.

"I'm fine, really. Just admiring you..." She lightly tapped my arm and I chuckled again, pulling her in my embrace as my lips pressed against her head. I sighed heavily.

I'm fine...just thinking about when we're gonna get married.

Was the last thought that roamed my mind before I dozed off completely to the feeling of her acrylic nails scratch my head.