𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡Chapter-14♡

Your point of view.

Water drained down the weep hole as I quickly turned off the tap. Shivers ran down my spine as my feet touched the cold floor. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

The festival was here.

But today.. Draken was supposed to die.
And yet, something gnawed at me, a feeling in my gut that told me everything wasn't going to play out as it should.

I shook off the thought, stepping out of the shower and choosing an outfit from my closet. After drying my hair, I sat on the bed, looking out the window, letting my mind wander.

Then came a sharp thud, followed by the sound of something hitting the window. I blinked, confused, before noticing small pebbles bouncing off the glass.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath, moving toward the window.

There he was. Mikey.

How did he even get here without me hearing him?

He waved up at me with a grin, locking eyes.

"Mikey? ...What is he doing here?" I whispered to myself, barely able to comprehend the situation.

I grabbed my jacket, shoving my phone and some cash into my pockets, then rushed downstairs. My brother was nowhere to be seen. I was lucky for now.

I opened the door and stepped outside, my eyes narrowing at Mikey's mischievous grin as I approached. "Y/n-chin! You look so pretty!" He called out with a wide smile.

I couldn't suppress the annoyance creeping up. "I told you I'd meet you at the festival." I replied, folding my arms.

"I thought it'd be better if I picked you up instead." His smile widened. "Besides I don't mind being your chauffeur."

I raised an eyebrow. "How did you even know where I live?"

He flashed a sly grin as he hopped on his bike. "I have my ways, Y/n-chin."

I sighed, about to throw in a sarcastic remark, but his ringtone cut me off. He shot me a quick look before answering the call, his expression immediately shifting to something more serious.

"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing the change in him.

He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes furrowing as he listened to the other side of the conversation. His lips pressed together, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright, I'll be there." He said, his voice calm but distant.

Mikey hung up the call, turning to me with a small, apologetic smile. "Sorry, Y/n-chin. Something came up. I need to leave."

I blinked, trying to hide my disappointment. "What happened?"

"Don't worry about it." He replied, avoiding my gaze as he kicked the bike into gear. "Just some... gang stuff. I'll meet you at the festival, alright?"

I frowned, feeling uneasy. "Are you sure?"

Mikey's gaze softened, but he didn't answer directly. He just gave me a small, reassuring smile and revved the engine again. "Mhm. I'm sorry again, Y/n-chin."

Before I could protest, he took off, his bike roaring down the street, leaving me standing there in the suddenly quiet night air. Something didn't sit right. It didn't feel like Mikey to leave without explanation. But I tried to push it aside, telling myself I was overthinking it.

"It's fine." I muttered under my breath, even though doubt gnawed at me. Maybe he really does have some business to take care of.

As I turned toward the direction of the festival, the rain began to fall, the soft patter of drops hitting the pavement echoing in my ears. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, my thoughts swirling. Why did Mikey leave so suddenly? What's going on?