Gun x Reader: I'm normal

17. Gun's POV

I laid in bed smoking.

Why did I do that?

Why did I do any of that?

I wasted my money on a girl I don't even know.

I blew out smoke.

Why?

I don't get it.

Her gentle smile on her slightly round face came across my mind.

I shook my head.

Shut up.

I remember her look of terror when I brought her home.

How weak she was when she tried to get away.

She says she doesn't know how to fight.

She should really learn.

Someone should teach her.

But not me.

That's not my job and I have no interest in helping her anymore than I already did.

I checked my phone to see if she sent any more texts.

She didn't.

I felt slightly disappointed and then growled.

STOP IT!

I remembered little me.

Wondering foolishly why I had to hurt people to be loved.

So foolish.

DING!

I checked and saw it was YN.

Thank you Gun. I owe you!

I paused before answering. 

Sure

I put out my cigarette and looked out the window to the junk yard.

Ugh. I need to get my mind off all this.

I practiced some moves and broke equipment.

Ring... ring... ring...

Wait, what?

I pulled my phone away from my ear and saw YN's name.

Huh?

Why am I calling her?

"Hello?" Her voice came from the other side.

Shit.

I stared at the screen.

"Gun? Hello?"

Shit.

"Coffee." I put the phone back to my ear.

"Sorry?" She asked confused.

"You said you wanted to repay me. I want coffee."

"Oh... okay! When and where?"

"Are you busy tomorrow?" I pushed some wood off the sofa and sat down.

"I have school in the morning and ends at 4. I'll be free after that."

"I'll pick you up." I laid down.

"Okay. I'd offer you a ride but I don't think we'd both fit on my skateboard." She giggled.

My stomach flipped.

STOP!

"You need to learn to drive." I said and tapped my fingers on the backrest.

"I should. But it's not like I can afford a car to drive if I learn."

"10,000 dollars is a decent down payment." I began to sweep.

"Yeah, but I'm giving the money to my family, remember?"

I rolled my eyes.

"If you insist, do what you want."

"I will." I could hear her smirk.

"What kind of coffee do you drink?" I asked.

Why the hell am I trying to keep this conversation going?