★ | in which, one out of the eight that were adopted by billionaire industrialist reginald hargreeves was the full package of the other seven. the eighth named y/n likes to disconnect herself from the world, including those seven but unexpectedly s...
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🎧 linger . the cranberries
both y/n and five got home dusty and tired, no one dared to speak only watching five silently. as we got up the stairs we met luther and allison "five, y/n? what the hell happened to you two?"
allison asked to see them all dirty and stuff, she was worried something happened and luther also asked, "are you okay? can we help?" he reached out to help five but it was stopped by him grabbing his wrist.
y/n couldn't help but just watch silently, not knowing what to say or to do because her mind was too tired to process.
"there's nothing you can do. there's nothing any of you can do." five said sternly before walking away leaving them confused. and it was the last thing y/n heard before fainting out of the exhaust as allison caught her on time.
"ah, geez, what did these two do?" allison commented as luther shrugged his shoulders and carried y/n to her room.
"do you think five ever cares about her?" allison asked while looking at the girl who had a peaceful expression while sleeping. "you know five is not an expressive type of man." luther replied, "but i know he does care for her."
"yeah, that's what i thought." allison chuckled, "since they were a child it's like y/n has been stuck to him with glue. wherever he goes, she'll go. brings back memories of seeing them right now."
"you're right. but no matter what you think, without five, y/n wouldn't be this close with us. don't you agree?" luther commented making allison hum and couldn't help but agree.
when they were sitting around the table, y/n took this chance to possess each one of them one by one, making her slam at the table seven times in a row making them look at her, thinking she might be out of her mind but as she sighed feeling embarrassed with her action, she still stayed silent until they were commanded to line up.
the first-ever training together with the adoptive children of reginald hargreeves just finished. y/n was quiet and the people she always talks to are either grace, pogo, or just reginald himself about her abilities and stuff. she hated communicating and she is always seen with a book in hand, walking around the area with a book, and sitting with a book in hand. or painting.
one day when she was busy painting the starry night at her room's door, five walked in looking at her while y/n ignored his presence, not wanting to ask why or what is he doing but focused on her work. she didn't like attention, she didn't like connections. she love disconnecting herself from the world, it felt nice. but five sat next to her, tilting his head as he spoke, "you'd be a great artist, huh? van gogh of this year, hm?"
