Doorman's Ecstasy ♡ [Yan!Milkman x M!Reader]

Ch.1 - Behind Corners

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  The first time you entered the office, sense of security made you hopeful for this job. First days are never easy, especially when you come across a cheese skin doppelganger.

  But the past is the past, and every tomorrows are new days that awaits you. As pigeons flock in the distance, you notice one of the tenants in the distance. Francis, eugh... The bland milkman carrying crates of milk into an apartment building.

  You, captured by his appearance, couldn't stop admiring him from afar. The strange charisma he has (That I didn't know existed) seemingly has caught your heart. And what's on your mind? Him, of course.

  While I, being reminded as an imposter of him, denied entry and dragged out of the area by some stupid agents to be executed, never stopped chasing after you since the first day I saw you.

  "Hello, (y/n)." I greet you, half bowing at you while holding the rim of my hat before sliding in my ID and entry form. My smile uncanningly similiar to the real one, in hopes that you'll finally see me as him, someone you've loved ever since. And the moment you smile back with a sweet smile, enough to give me a toothache actually make me ache for you.

  You take ahold of the today's list, a list that gave me anxiety, and this time only have I ever hope that the milkman on the list. The real one, specifically.

  "You're not of the list." The warmth of your expression turns cold while you turn to me.

  "Well, there's an emergency going on in the building, so if you don't mind letting me in, it would be such great help!" I explain, wiping an imaginary sweat from my forehead. The high hopes I had to finally be let in only to crash down like a cliff.

  "You're a doppelganger." Your voice tundra cold knocked my senses out, revealing the true image through a false persona as my lips tug into a wide, sinister grin.

   "Don't you-" I pulled my hand back just in time before the shudders could cut my fingers. Hearing sirens blare, I sprint out of the scene. But not until a shock of electricity goes through me, freezing me in place before collapsing onto the ground, my body convulsing from the endless surge going through me.

  They tie my wrists and guided me to the van. Hearing you thank them for capturing me fueled the fire in me. As the shove me into the van, I follow their demands, not putting up a fight this time. They may have captured your imposter crush, but that doesn't mean I'll back down. Not yet.

  I lean against the wall as the van drives over bumps. And with a single headbutt on the window of the door, the glass shatters and I wriggle out of the small hole, rolling onto the road before stopping. Minor scratches were inflicted but nothing too serious.

  My fangs were durable enough to cut through the restraints, releasing my wrists. It's usually used to puncture the major artery in the necks of agents, though cutting off veins is never enough really.

  Slowly making my way back to the residental building, I peak behind a corner, observing you intently. The milkman is conveniently in sight, the faint sounds of your conversation peaks jealousy within me. And as you let the milkman in, I can't help but see how easy it is for someone like him to pass. He's not a doppelganger, but I'll be sure you think he is.

  With the blood of agents and neighbors within the palm of my hands, your soul makes me ache for the taste of you. Your love, affection, and body. It's all I ever wanted. I'm sure you couldn't even live without him, waiting for him to come by, but alas, he wont. I'll make sure he'll be the last person you'll see before it all goes into havoc.

  Your phone calls with the D.D.D, your job as a doorman and stuck in this office every morning is like a songbird stuck in a cage.

  "C'mon (y/n), let me in and I'll stop bothering you." Back in the next day, you stare at me with an unbothered, apathetic look.

  "You think you'll be able to convince me with some begging and pleading eyes like a goddamn puppy?" You point out my pouting look, shifting into frustration.

  "You don't understand, (y/n)! Let me in, and I'll get yourself out of here." I convince softly, trying a different way. But you remain petty, playing with my heartache.

  "As if." You mock my look. "If you wanna be a saviour, try better, because I'm not a damsel in need of a prince." Your metaphor sends me into quiet despair.

  "Please (y/n), I need to get in, for you." I press my fist and forehead against the window. "Please please please." I beg again, to tell you how I need you so bad, but yet you're oblivious of it.

  "In your dreams." You press the emergency button. And I'm dragged out of the scene again.

  The agents had done everything they can to try and prevent my slick escape tactics. Yet I let frustration go over them as I managed to cut a massive jagged hole within the van walls. Claws out, I puncture the tires on one side as I roll back onto the road, watching it swivel off, crashing into the side of a truck.

  It's a beautiful chaotic view. Back into my hiding place, all I need is a few days. To receive the deed I had with myself. With the milkman in public view, I could copy his persona, paint a fake portrait in a blank canvas for myself. Let you see the beauty in me as much as you do for him.

  And finally, you'll be mine within my affectionate, aching arms for your love.

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