Boy meets girl, boy falls for girl...
Girl meets boy, girl learns about his secrets...
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Y/n L/n was a gentle soul who cared a lot about the people, someone who cared deeply for those around him, always afraid to hurt a fly...
Y/n L/n was...
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Y/n found himself perched on a stool at the worn counter of the dimly lit bar, the low thrum of music and the raucous laughter of patrons filling the air around him. It was a scene straight out of a movie, with pool cues clacking against balls and glasses clinking together in a cacophony of noise.
As he nursed his drink, lost in his own thoughts, a trio of rowdy men stumbled into the bar, their voices carrying over the din. Y/n spared them a glance, noting the drunken swagger in their steps as they made their way to the stools beside him.
"You heard the news?" one of the men slurred, his words barely audible over the music.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, a sense of disinterest washed over him as he took another sip of his drink. "What's it about this time?" A new voice replied, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
The man leaned in conspiratorially, his breath reeking of alcohol even from where Y/n sat. "There was an attack on Tara earlier," he whispered, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Tara Carpenter?" another man chimed in, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Who in their right mind would damage that fine piece?"
Y/n shook his head, a mixture of disgust and pity welling up inside him. It was clear that these men had little regard for anyone but themselves.
Before he could interject, the first man continued his words slurring together in a drunken haze. "My brother was at his girl's place and he claims that he saw Ghostface leaving the scene," he exclaimed, his voice rising with each word.
The mention of Ghostface sent a chill down Y/n's spine, memories of news headings and childhood stories flashing before his eyes. But he pushed aside the fear, focusing instead on the task at hand.
"Your brother had pussy for the first time and he started hallucinating," the third man laughed, his words dripping with disdain.
Y/n's fists clenched at his sides, his patience wearing thin as he listened to their crude remarks. But he remained silent, knowing that words alone wouldn't be enough to sway their twisted beliefs. "Pathetic..."
"Excuse me?" the first man snapped, his attention turning to Y/n with a menacing glare.
Y/n met his gaze head-on, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Do you have a problem, buddy?" the man growled, his voice laced with hostility.
"Yes," Y/n replied coolly, his voice calm yet firm.
"Excuse me?" the man repeated, his anger mounting by the second.
Y/n turned to face them fully, his expression devoid of fear. "You asked me a question and I answered," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "What's so hard to understand?"
The tension in the air was palpable as the men exchanged glances, their faces contorted in confusion and anger. But Y/n remained unfazed, his resolve unwavering as he continued to sip his drink.
