met your match | takeomi x reader

ending: until i say we're done ♡

warning: mature content ♡

things with takeomi were starting to get dangerous.

not because he was in a gang though. it was about you perceiving him differently... instead of him being someone you would just mess around with when it was convenient for you, you found yourself wanting to see him again. and every time he wanted to see you felt like a little more validation that the feeling was mutual.

but making your feelings known was out of the question. you knew that there was a 0% chance you would have a relationship. he was bound to stop seeing you at some point anyway, so until then you decided to just enjoy it and deal with whatever bullshit came after.

his request to see you tonight was a bit out of the ordinary. you usually just met up with no preamble, so him wanting to go out in public with you was a little strange.

"what the fuck is this?" you wondered as you walked in on what appeared to be some classy occasion.

it wasn't just any regular event, either. the security guard said it was it was a brahman event, and from what you gathered all the important people in and connected to the gang were there.

you had no idea why takeomi wanted you there. maybe he wanted you to just be his arm candy?

but that thought quickly evaporated from your mind when you spotted him walking from a dimly lit hallway back to the main area. he was accompanied by a woman who had her arm laced around his, and she was drunkenly hanging all over him and feeling up the muscles on his chest. he seemed indifferent about her presence, but he wasn't pushing her away.

you bit the inside of your lower lip, watching as he talked with other dangerous looking men with clearly no thoughts about you or where you were.

did he forget he invited you there?

even though you had almost no expectations, he still somehow managed to disappoint you.

it's not like you needed anyone by your side, but having to show up to this and literally not be acknowledged by anyone felt fucking terrible. you even made eye contact with his sister when you first arrived, but of course she wasn't going to talk to you. to her, you were probably some random bitch in a long list of them.

you needed a drink to wrap your head around the situation. when a waiter passed by you carrying a tray with flutes of champagne, you politely took one and knocked it back. just that wasn't going to cut it though, so you went to the bar and ordered a drink (using takeomi's tab of course) before finding a spot in the corner to drink it.

you could feel the weight of other people's stares on you, but none of them were the man you came here to see.

"hey there." a voice close to you asked, and you almost jumped out of your skin because you didn't even notice him approaching you.

next to you was an attractive man with the longest eyelashes you had ever seen paired with a stare that looked so bored that it made you wonder why he was there in the first place.

"hi."

"why are you here, pretty girl?"

pretty girl? normally the pet name bothered you, but to this handsome stranger you would let it slide.

"i don't even know." you answered honestly. "and you are...?"

"waka." he offered you his hand to shake. despite his softer voice, the palm of his hand was rough and callused.

"are you in whatever gang this is? black dragon?" you asked.

"black dragon?"

"brahman." you corrected yourself. "sorry, i don't know why i thought of that."