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Tired | Tatara X Reader

" My heart feels this sad but i have no one to talk to
   I wanna smile broadly sometime but have no one beside me
   Maybe i'm missing you                                                                              "

- Missing you | G-Dragon ft. Kim Yoon Ah

- dedicated to @RawR_Ima_Dinozaur -

" Ta-chan, how about this coat? i think it fits you perfectly!" you swing around excitedly, bumping right into his chest. You lift your head up, grinning brightly at the man that you so dearly loved. Tatara frowned, his fingers gliding on the surface of the coat to check out the material. It was clear that the material was sub-standard but then considering its price, it was a reasonable material.

" Whatever you say." Tatara smiled, his hands on your waist as he watched you grin even wider. Even though he didn't really like the texture of the material, it was after all, something that you had personally picked for him and he wasn't just going to go ahead and reject it to spoil your mood.

He had fallen in love with you the moment he had seen you help one of his subordinates in Che Shi Lian. You weren't afraid when their eyes flashed with raging anger, turning black, with kagunes attacking the surroundings as they screamed in pain while you tended to their injuries and wounds that stubbornly refused to regenerate and heal by itself. 

You laughed, cheekily slapping his chest and then helping him fit into that perfect white coat. Your eyes light up as he zipped up the coat, his white hair a complete match with the coat. 

To you, he looked like the perfect angel that had descended upon you with his grace and elegance and you never wanted to let go of him.

- 

You turned around, the key chain on your hand phone swinging violently around, creating that jingling sound the both of you were so familiar.

For a minute.

Just for a minute, you thought that you had seen him. You were so sure that you had seen his eyes staring right at you with that familiar warm touch, his white coat fluttering in the wind.

That pure white coat that you had bought for him before he had left you, cold at night with the balcony window open, curtains billowing in the harsh wind and the chaos of Tokyo ringing in your ears. 

Admittedly, you were probably hallucinating again. The doctor had claimed it was very much likely to be an after-effect of your broken relationship that had left you to pieces for you to continue to see him in every corner you turned to and given you some medication for your anxiety attacks. 

Your hand shivers as you pop open the bottle in your hand, pills spilling out of the bottle into your palm. Without even looking, you empty them into your mouth, swallowing with the saliva and blood mixed together down your throat. Some part of you hated his guts, all his empty promises, and just wanted to forget him all together.

But some of you still wanted to see those hallucinations. To see that he was still very much a part of your life, still by your side, smiling at you while holding your hand. You thought, maybe just the right amount of dosage, would bring him back, at the very least, bring back those hallucinations forever. 

Eyes twinkling with the final drops of tears, you smile at the blurry image of a man rushing towards you, his white coat flurrying in the wind. 

Limp, you thump onto the ground with just one last smile, a tear rolling down your sunken cheek onto the floor. Your colleague rushes over, his black blazer flying in the wind, and he frantically calls the ambulance with his hand phone while the crowd starts to panic but no one ever notices the man standing there, tears brimming in his eyes as his fists tighten. 

"I'll still be yours," he mutters into the wind, before he jumps off, hiding into the shadows of the alleyways.