Missed Messages [Choso x Reader]

Touch

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                        "It's been a while since we last spoke."

   You woke up just as the car had come to a halt - your dream was a haze. The only thing you had remembered were those words. You heard the familiar clicking of the keys and a quiet mutter from Choso "You up? We're here." you felt his gaze shift to you. Looking out of the window, you were greeted by an average family home - definitely worth more than your home. It was well kept and had two stories from what you could see.

   You both got out of the car at this point and you were awkwardly standing behind him as he opened the door. His actions were calm and swift, he held the door open for you with a slight smile on his face. You took your shoes off and looked around his home, you admired how tidy and organized it was. It was really modern and well furnished. "This is nice." You looked back at him to which he responded "Yeah, I suppose so." His eyes shifted back to you and he led the way to the living room, the kitchen was adjacent to it "Can I get you anything to drink?" He continued as you took a seat on his sofa, you teased - "What? You're trying to get me all drunk... Wow.. How shameless.." he chuckled slightly "So I take that as a no?" He walked towards the kitchen getting two glasses of water as well as a small bag from the cupboard underneath the sink.

   You watched him intently as he walked back, placing the glasses on the coffee table. Your eyes drifted to the bag he was holding, "what's that?" he looked up from the bag towards you, then he displayed the bag to you. His personal weed stash, it made you giggle "You know when I first met you I didn't really expect you to be such a weed fanatic.." he chuckled, and you watched as his adams apple shifted with his laugh, the smile still plastered on his face when he looked back at you "You want some?" he lit a joint, inhaling aggressively for a few seconds before blowing out and offering it to you. You took the joint from his hand, puffing at it while he looked for a movie.

  Before you knew it, you both had finished the joint and were now deeply invested in the movie. It was the ring - you had insisted on watching it because it was the night before Halloween. But now, you're scared shitless. Horror movies never really affected you - usually when you watched them with your roommate you would be comforting her as she twitched and flinched at every waking moment of said horror movies. Maybe it was the weed in your system or maybe - you felt safe around him. Like you could show your fears around Choso and he would be your shield, your protection. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a jump scare - making you flinch.

   It was safe to say Choso noticed your reaction, he seemed to be completely unaffected by the movie. His head was still glued forward, but his eyes were glued to you. He looked away before putting his hand gently on your waist - pulling you closer to him. His hand lay rested on your waist softly, but you were losing it. Thump.. Thump. Thump thump thump thump. Your heart was racing and you felt your stomach spin, he couldn't hear your heart, could he?

   The movie had ended, you looked back at Choso realizing he was sleeping with his head resting on his propped up hand. Regardless of him being unconscious, his free hand was still tight on your waist. 'What do I do? I mean I don't have a ride home...' You soon realized how parched you were, carefully you took his hand and removed it from your waist. Getting up you started towards the kitchen in search of water. You spotted it - taking your cup from earlier you filled it with water while you wandered the kitchen. A door just outside the kitchen, in the hallway caught your attention, it was slightly open. You took just a peek inside the door, realizing it led to a basement. 'God just how rich is this guy..?' Suddenly you got a terrible whiff of something from the basement - the only way to describe it was that of a dead animal or rotting food. You gagged at the smell and took your head away from the door 'disgusting.. What the hell is that?'

   You glanced over at the couch, taking note of the fact Choso was still dead asleep. Of course you were curious what that smell was.. Who wouldn't be? You glanced back at the door, set your glass down on the nearest counter, and walked back towards the door. You slowly put your hand on the knob, pinching your nose, opening the door slightly ....

   You felt a strong presence appear behind you almost out of thin air, and a hand, much bigger than yours now laid on top of your own. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Choso .. How embarrassing, you felt guilt wash over you. He was still behind you, he rested his head on your shoulder, you could feel his eyes glued onto the nape of your neck. "What are you doing?" you swallowed before awkwardly laughing - trying to play it off "I was just .. closing the door - the smell.. I.. I'm sorry.."

   You heard a sigh and his hand lifted from yours to push the door closed "better?" You nodded and he lifted his head from your shoulder giving you the chance to turn around. You were greeted by a weak smile and his tired eyes .. "Sorry, I can't take you home tonight.. I'm still high. Should I call you a taxi?" His eyes glistened with hope - as if he didn't want you to go. You wanted to know more, you felt like you needed to know more. You shook your head "can I just stay here tonight?" which received a smirk from him he hummed "sure.. I'll get you a change of clothes." He left towards the stairs and just as he was out of sight an unsettling feeling washed over you –

  A clang could be heard from the basement. 

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AN: Hello!!!!! tmrw is Halloween im sorry this chapter isnt much but i just want to thank u guys so much for the recent support i never expected anyone to read this so im super happy u guys r reading!! ily!! and i always take suggestions :3 tysm<3