Feeling's Mutual ( HANCOCK X FEMALE READER )

Chapter 64 - The Ending of Us

before words could be said, I had passed out.

The morning sunlight screened through the curtains, brightening the room in a soft glow. My eyes slowly adjusted to the unfamiliar surroundings, and a flood of memories from the chaotic night before came rushing back.
As I attempted to move, I felt the presence of someone beside me, "Hina?" I softly murmured. But my gaze fell upon Hancock, the Empress herself, already awake.

"Hina?" She questioned

I cleared my throat.

"What do you mean Hina?!" She questioned more. "Were you with her last night? Is that why you came home all drunk??"

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "I... honestly don't remember everything clearly. I just.. went to some bar and things got out of hand. And Hina.. was there and I must have lost track of time."

Hancock's eyes narrowed,"So, Hina was indeed with you then."

The mention of Hina's name only added fuel to the fire. "... Yes.. I think."

She studied me for a moment, and then a realization seemed to dawn on her. "You don't remember, do you?"

I shook my head, guilt and regret weighing heavily on me. "My head is just all foggy Hancock. Let me be for now."

Her frustration turned into disappointment. "Y/n, we've been through so much, and I thought we had built trust. How can I trust you if you can't even remember where you were last night?"

"Oh now we're in a relationship?" I mouthed off, leaving her in surprise.

"What?"

"...Hancock, your people disrespected me, and I couldn't bear it. You did nothing but side with them that night. So, don't blame me for the state I'm in now."

"You think I took their side?" Hancock's tone carried a note of defensiveness, her eyebrows furrowed.

I sat up, frustration overpowering me. "Yes, Hancock. That's exactly what I think. When your employee accused me, you didn't even give me a chance to explain. And now, you question my trust?"

The disappointment in her eyes deepened, and for a moment, i knew things are gonna change after this.

Our first... ever argument....

"You were causing a disturbance, and I had to maintain order," Hancock explained, her voice steady.

"Maintain order?" I scoffed, bitterness seeping into my words. "Your idea of 'maintaining order' was letting them disrespect me, treating me like I was nothing. And now you question where I was last night?"

Hancock's expression shifted from surprise to a semblance of regret. "I never intended for you to feel disrespected, Y/n. But you need to understand the responsibilities I carry."

"I get it, Hancock. I do. But you've got to meet me halfway. I can't keep feeling like I'm the only one making compromises here."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the silent tensions swirling like a storm. Hancock, visibly grappling with her own set of emotions, seemed to search for the right words.

I exhaled as I buried my face with my eyes. "... what are we Empress?"

"What? Of course... you're... someone that's important to me."

I scoffed. "Yet, you can't say the proper title of us.." she can't even say I'm her girlfriend. Is that how ashamed she is.

"It's complicated Y/n.."

I scoffed at her words.

"Complicated? Is that your way of saying you're ashamed of us?" The bitterness in my words cut through the heavy silence.

Hancock's expression shifted, caught off guard by the accusation. "No, Y/n, it's not about shame. It's about the responsibilities I carry. I can't afford to have my personal life interfere with my role as Empress."

"But what about us? What about my feelings?" The frustration bubbled within me, a torrent of emotions seeking an outlet.

Hancock sighed, her eyes reflecting a regret. "Y/n, I never meant to make you feel this way. We can work through this, find a balance."

I felt torn between the yearning for acknowledgment and the understanding that Hancock's position demanded sacrifices.

"I need more than 'complicated,' Hancock," I admitted, my voice raw with vulnerability. "I need to know where I stand in your life."

"... Y/n..." she mumbled.

"I saw you with another man in some fancy restaurant and he asked if you were in a relationship... and you casually said no and how it's a bother in your life. If it's a bother in your life... you can just end this... end us.."

"Y/n... I had only said that because having a personal relationship can complicate professional dealings. I didn't mean to hurt you." She sighed, a weariness settling on her shoulders. "Look, it's not that simple. My position, the expectations—"

I cut her off, frustration bubbling over. "Don't hide behind excuses, Hancock. I deserve the truth."

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Finally, she gave in, her guard dropping slightly. "I care about you, but the responsibilities—I can't afford distractions."

The word "distractions" cut through me like a knife. "So, I'm just a distraction? Is that all I am to you?"

She looked torn, caught between the weight of her responsibilities and the emotions playing across her face. "No! I- ... I can't jeopardize everything I've worked for."

I took a step back, the realization hitting me like a tidal wave. "You made it clear tonight. There is no 'us' in your world, Hancock."

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I caught a glimmer of something—regret, perhaps, or a fleeting acknowledgment of the pain my words had inflicted. Yet, her next words were laced with a coldness that cut through the vulnerability in the room.

"Y/n, you're not the only person in my life. I have duties that extend beyond personal relationships. If you can't accept that, maybe you're .. right. Maybe this is too much for you."

The ruthlessness in her words stung, each syllable carving a deeper wound. Anger and hurt surged within me, but beneath it all, a profound sadness settled in my chest.

"Is that what you want, Hancock? To end this?" I asked, my voice steady despite the pain i'm feeling right now.

My voice was quivering. Tears were flowing down my face..

She hesitated, her gaze shifting away for a moment before meeting mine again. "If you can't handle the complexities, maybe it's for the best."

her words hung heavily in the room... maybe our relationship might be too much to bear. I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the pain that threatened to consume me.

"Fine," I said, my voice barely talking straight. "If that's what you want, then it's over."