Blissful Bite ─ Venti x reader

12. ; POWER OF PROVE

Riddles were hard to solve, and riddles were maddeningly angering me.

Secret codes were usually my favourite to work with, but not here, in a secured working place without anyone distu  rbing, yes more so, I disliked this.

The whole uncertainty about the stability of the envoirement I worked in and whether I'd slip up any moment and blow my cover. Which for a fact occupied my mind a lot more than I first thought, at least it would seek me in sleepless nights and keep me conscious half the day.

The other half was something—unsafe, something that made me feel giddy when I knew I shouldn't. When he appeared, I wasn't as cautious, and I feared that would n
by my worst mistake yet.

I had figured before that if I let my guard down, to my heart surrounded by walls of thick bricks, I'd be doomed ten times worse.

When I focused back on the number salad, the only thing that felt sane among the letters and solutions was circulating in the spider net mind I had.

I paced up and down in my room for the past 2½ hours. I didn't stop and halt for a moment. Instead, I kept going. I couldn't think about anything other than the crumpled note in my hand.

I looked at the note.

V 2
BM 1
H 8

MTG norcha am9

"Hey, Y/n," he greeted me cheerfully.

And all I did was do something extremely stupid. Something incredibly dumb that I regretted as soon as I said it before even processing what I did.

"Stop, annoying me," I threw back. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his cheeky smile. I wasn't ready to face the fact that there was more beyond what I seemed to see in both him and this problem. What I meant by that? not that I'll spell it out. He was deeper than this facade he played, and this dumb riddle was, too.

"Just stop," I muttered and threw a glare.

I was annoyed with myself, with the world and the way things wouldn't change.

It wasn't about the fact that I was deeply flustered at times and yet so comfortable surprisingly around him.

Venti looked at me a bit surprised. He seemed caught off guard, and I looked back at him, "Oh.. sorry." he mumbled.

My eyes went wide when I realized my mistake. Shit. I just fucked—no I had to fix this at that very moment. I hadn't fixed a lot of issues I my life that were ongoing, but the least I could do was fix the relationship built under false circumstances, something that wasn't real, but I alone could fix it.

I didn't have a choice, and I had to if I were to desire free access to roaming around more freely, under his trust and his care, I'd be safer. And I wasn't ready to give that up nor the multiple choices it gave me to work through. I couldn't stress enough, just how much of an impact such a thing made.

I had to be the bigger person. He had annoyed me, yes, but his intentions weren't bad. Despite all, it was my call to fix this. Fake or not, it was the right thing to do.

"Wait—" I reached out to his wrist and held gently onto it. I looked him in the eyes. What I was met with was hurting. I was rude, I lashed out—which definitely wasn't okay.

"I'm—" I cut myself off when he met my eyes with an afflicted smile.

"No," he said, "I shouldn't have disturbed you. I'm sorry. There is no need to try and reverse—I mean fix things by apologizing. It was my fault," he turned away and loosened my grip on his wrist. His gaze went astray. Neither was it hard to loosen his hand and leave, my mind and my determination were elsewhere when he left in such a drastic moment. His light comforting figure mixed up with the dark corridor.