"GERMANY" - Charming's new mechanic

~11~

It already has been one and a half weeks that Happy went on that run and Juice used every chance he got to get closer to y/n. Earning an amused look from the others every now and then.
When y/n walked into the kitchen on sunday morning she saw Happy returning on his bike. He looked a little beaten up, with a split lip and a cut on his forehead, but all in all seemed to be ok. Gemma told her not to ask questions about club matter so she stayed silent. „There she is." Happy rasped walking towards her. Y/n softly smiled at him but couldn't hide her worries about the injuries on his face. „Will you patch me up?" he asked, slightly looking down at her. Y/n wasn't a short woman but him being 4 inches taller than her was a noticeable difference. „Sure." she put down her mug and followed Happy to his room, where he sat down on the bed handing her the first aid kit. Y/n carefully wiped of the dried blood and placed some small tapes across his cut closing the wound. „Thanks ‚germany'..." he breathed out having his eyes closed as she cleaned his split lip. „No problem." she finished cleaning, accidentally brushing his cheek. She put everything away. „Done." she stated, suddenly feeling a hand around her wrist. „Can you stay a little." his raspy voice sounded tired. When y/n nodded he pulled her on the bed next to him. She leaned her back against the backboard and Happy put his head on her lap, closing his eyes as she unconsciously yet gently caressed his bald head. He looked so drained and before she knew it he was asleep. It wasn't easy to get Happy off her lap, but after a few minutes she managed to silently leave his room. Just as she closed the door someone hooked his arm around her shoulders causing her to jump. „ ‚germany', ‚germany' ... having all the brown boys crazy for you." Tig chuckled wiggling his eyebrows. „ I just helped to patch him up." y/n defened herself shrugging her shoulders under Tig's heavy arm. „Sure thing." he sarcastically said. „Just some advice from an old man: If you're not into threesomes or polyamorous shit, you should sort yourself." Y/n looked at him with wide eyes. „Otherwise either one of them is crazy enough to kill the other just to have you." he calmly explained causing her to look at him in shock. „O..Ok." she said understanding Tig's intention. You figured it would be a huge problem for the club too, if two of them fought over the same woman. Y/n swiftly slipped out under Tig's arm just to slip into her room a second later almost hiding from what she'll be confronted outside of it.
She plopped onto her bed running her fingers through her hair. She never thought she would be confronted with such a situation, but here she was. Two men had laid their eyes on her and now she should be to one to decide how to move on. „How?" she said out loud, running her hands through her hair once again.