𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 // 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀

17

Y/N

the next day i spent mostly tanning on a pool floaty trying to soak in the sun when i heard a notification on my speaker.

i grabbed my phone and unlocked it, seeing a text from osamu.

onigiri man 🍙

[videoofatsumusayinghowmuchhemissesy/n]

haha that's cute

i miss him too

don't tell him that tho

i smiled, saving the video to my camera roll and put my phone back down. for the two days that i've been here, i've gotten quite tan. it's just one of the perks of having your own pool though.

when it reached the afternoon, i decided to eat a quick lunch and then start to get ready.

while i was eating i got a facetime call from keiko. "hey kei" i said, standing my phone up. "hey girl! oh my gosh you're so tan! how's australia treating you?" she asked. "good so far. saggy balls or zach knows i'm in town. hopefully he won't try anything but you never know. i'm going clubbing with my friends later though. but for the most part i've been tanning and swimming in my pool" i said.

"hey y/n" suna said. "y/n? hi y/n!" osamu said as keiko directed the camera to the kitchen. "i'm starting to think he sleeps in the kitchen" i said making the two laugh. "where's omi?" i asked. "he's at the gym with atsumu" suna said.

"ohhhh" i nodded my head. "y/n, what would you like to have for dinner?" one of the help asked. "oh don't worry about that, i'm going out with some friends later so feel free to tell the chefs that they can go home early" i replied.

"woah you sound so different when you speak english" suna said. "it's the accent dummy" osamu replied. "say no in english pleaseeee" suna said. "hey don't be mean" keiko slapped his arm. "so you don't say 'naur'?" suna said trying his best to imitate an australian accent. "i mean... kinda" i replied shrugging my shoulders.

"we're back" i heard kiyoomi say. "hey omi! anyway, i have to go get ready, clubbing and what not" i said awkwardly, trying not to look at the blonde haired boy that was walking through the door. "okay bye y/n!" keiko said, waving. i hung up the phone and groaned, letting my head fall to the table.

i think i might just die.

i got ready and put on a black, short, glittery dress and headed out. my driver dropped me off at the club and i got in line with the other girls. we made small conversation just catching up before being let into the club.

"remember in highschool when we used fake id's to get into places like this" claire sighed, linking her arm through mine. "those were peak days" i replied as we headed to the bar.

hours later and i was absolutely shit faced as well as the other girls. "fuck my feet hurt" i mumbled to myself as i walked back to our reserved table. "can i get some water" i asked the waiter. she nodded and walked away.

i took out my phone and scrolled through instagram before getting the brightest idea in the whole world. i exited out of the app, and opened the phone app, dialling a random person. well not random, atsumu.

after a ring i heard someone pick up, but stay silent. "i don't know if this has gone to voicemail or not but im too drunk to care. i miss you, i wish you hadn't done me dirty like that. i don't know whether to hate you or to love you. i desperately want to hate you, but i know i don't. i think i might love you. wait what am i even saying, never mind, bye." i hung up the phone.

ATSUMU POV

i got out of the shower and turned on my phone about to disconnect it from the speaker, when i saw y/n calling. i stood there for a second, staring at my phone. i snapped out of my thoughts and picked up.

"i don't know if this has gone to voicemail or not but im too drunk to care. i miss you, i wish you hadn't done me dirty like that. i don't know whether to hate you or to love you. i desperately want to hate you, but i know i don't. i think i might love you. wait what am i even saying, never mind, bye." and with that she hung up.

what i wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of the room, the guys staring at me. "was that...?" kiyoomi asked, "yeah" i muttered closing my room door.

the others had heard it because my phone was still connected to the speaker. as i put on boxers and shorts, i thought about what she said.

"i think i might love you."

"i don't know whether to hate you or to love you"

i knew it was a drunk call, but secretly i wished she was sober. that one call alone made me consider booking a flight to australia. wait, was that it? is that the move?

no.

i shoved those thoughts out of my head and walked back into the living room. "that was intense dude" suna said. "tell me about it" i sighed, sitting on the couch. "what're you gonna do?" osamu asked. "get on a flight" i said, half joking.

"you know that doesn't sound like a bad idea" bokuto said. "yes it is" suna replied. "it's a really bad idea" he said again. "think about it. she calls you one night drunk out of her ass, she probably won't even remember it by tomorrow. what's gonna happen if you show up at her doorstep?"

"you're right" i groaned. "just play the waiting game, atsumu" suna patted my shoulder before retreating to his room. "hey tsumu, if it makes you feel any better, she misses you when she's sober too" osamu said as he went back to his own room.

as the living room started to clear out, i went back to my own room, laying on my bed.

Dreams
"i got a war in my mind"