Y/N: Alright, ladies... we have arrived.
I park into the parking lot, where other luxury cars are parked, right at the front. It seems they only let you park in the front when your car is worth over a certain amount, in which case it is, we blend right in.
People judged me as soon as I stepped out, muttering about a man they've never seen before or someone else that is wealthy for them to poke and prod at. It wasn't until I buttoned up my one button and walked around the car did people stop judging.
I open the car door, and the sound of Eve's heel hitting the ground is deafening for them. It's like her one foot was the bomb that opened the floodgate of conversation.
*LOUD CROWD ROAR! FOLLOWED BY MORE MUTTERING!*
I hear various forms of "Oh my gosh!" and "That's K/DA Evelynn!", and it got even worse when I let Ahri out, because people didn't know whether to freak out or gossip at the fact that two of the four idols are going to Tadashi for dinner.
Ahri: You're doing a good job ignoring these people...
Y/N: I've had a lot of practice...
Eve: Well, Mr. Manager, shall we?
I hold out my hand and Eve takes it, using it to hop up the curb, and then she locks her arm around mine. Ahri lets me put my arm around her shoulder, so together we walk in a large convoy to the front entrance. People don't stop chatting, but they can talk all they want, a depressed, anti-social fuck is with their favorite idols, and it feels so good.
The camera flashes ensue as I separate from them to open the door. I hold it for them, then holding it for the couple behind us as I slide in.
Host: Madam Evelynn, it is an honor for you to be at our tables once again. Would you care for our private dining with Madam Ahri? I see here you have a party of three...
Y/N: Oh, I apologize, I am the third!
I pardon myself, gently pushing through the couple I let inside.
Eve: As you can see, three.
Host: Very well, pardon me, I thought you were the driver! If you would all just come with me please.
Y/N: Well, I'll have you know data analytics and the celebrity management business has gotten me the status that gives me the right to be here...
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!!
Ahri: One can poke and prod, but they will never be you, honey. You have the world at your fingertips, it's only fair we pay you back.
Eve: Isn't that right? Ahri, I think you made a smart decision finding him.
Ahri: He is such a professional! Here I was thinking we weren't worth his time...
Y/N: Oh, come on Ahri, your business is my specialty. I will make sure things go swimmingly.
The host stops sarcastically smirking and turning into a more... nervous expression as we keep talking. Ultimately we had enough fun playing with him, so we stayed silent as we got to our seat. We sit down, and he is much more polite to me.
Host: Here we are, a waiter will be with you shortly, and I apologize for what you thought was hostility. I realize I should be much more grateful of the opportunity I have been given...
Y/N: Apology accepted...
Heh... dumbass... Meanwhile, Eve loved that, she's holding back a giggle or two. Once she leaves she covers her mouth, politely laughing under her hand.
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My Cursed Luck (K/DA x Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Y/N is an archivist, scratch that, an "information artist", and he likes to believe he's cursed, cursed with bad luck, resulting in the constant lack of optimism, depression. However, his past few years have been pretty tame as far as just going t...
