★ | 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...
chapter twenty-two ; your lips, my lips. apocalypse.
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🎧 apocalypse . cigarettes after sex
"okay, the plan is to stay behind me no matter what happens, okay?" five commanded to y/n as she nodded. five thought of bringing her along because he had enough of always leaving her alone.
sure, he was afraid to get her hurt both mentally and physically but. if he's around those two won't even happen to her and besides, he knows y/n can protect herself especially her having all of the seven others abilities.
as he entered the said address, she also followed him. he sighed seeing agnes, the old woman at the doughnut shop, tied up making his comment, "you must really like doughnuts."
she then begged them to help her while y/n was worried something bad may happen, handler sitting like a total asshole on the bed then finally spoke, "it's been a while. oh, you have a little bodyguard there?"
"three days." five replied ignoring the comment about y/n while she gave him a look should i kill her? look but five just smiled at her.
"for you, maybe. but for me, it's been a lot longer since i've seen those adorable little shorts."
"well, you've had time to heal."
handle then stood up going down the four steps stairs, "luckily, for both of us, time is the one thing my organization has an abundance of."
"got your message by the way. nice packaging, but so much for commission protocol."
she chuckled, picking up one of the food at the table, "there have been a lot of changes since you left the commission. you really did some knowledge." the handler inched towards them, y/n put a hand in front of five letting him back up while the handler gave her a look.
"the briefcases were all but destroyed, to say nothing of the highly trained personnel you killed. after all, what is an institution if not for—"
"can you just go and please do tell us what you want?" y/n finally asked, in annoyance but still asked her in a very nice way, cutting her off not wanting to waste any more time.
"oh, the bodyguard's a spoke person too, huh?" the handler commented as she tapped y/n's nose with her finger making her face scrunched in annoyance while five was the one to put an arm in front of her, changing their position. "but since you asked nicely, i want to be happy. to have a simple unfettered life to...do the work my superiors require."
"but...you being here, well, it complicates all that." the handler added pointing at five as she sat down on the sofa.
"billions of people are about to die tonight. you can change that." five said as y/n listened to them. "tonight. tomorrow. so little difference in the scheme of things." the handler replied.
