"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
October 6th, Friday - 12:24 am
"Hey!" the red-haired guy called out as he jogged lightly toward you, his steps quick but not rushed. "Sorry, did we take long?"
You shook your head so fast you almost got dizzy. "No, not at all!" you replied, forcing out an awkward little laugh as you sat stiffly on the bench.
He stopped in front of you, hands on his hips for a moment while he surveyed Mina's sleeping form slumped against your shoulder. "Let me guess," he sighed, "she had another drinking contest against some random."
You chuckled, because honestly, what else could you say? "Yeah... something like that."
He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head in that affectionate I love her but she's a handful type of way. "Alright," he murmured as he stepped closer, "let me take her off your hands."
You shifted to the side, scooting away as he crouched down. With practiced ease, he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her into a bridal carry like she weighed nothing at all.
"Can you grab those for me?" he asked, nodding toward Mina's purse and heels still sitting on the bench.
"Of course," you replied, quickly gathering the items.
He gave you a grateful smile—warm, soft, and genuine. "Thank you so much for sticking by her."
"It's no problem," you said, smiling back as you followed beside him. "I'm sure anyone else would've done the same."
He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. "You'd be surprised," he replied quietly, though the corners of his mouth curled upward.
Reaching the car, you stepped ahead of him and opened the door. He leaned forward and gently settled Mina inside, adjusting her carefully so she sat upright.
Her head lolled to the side and rested on her own shoulder.
He leaned back, grabbed the seatbelt, and buckled her in with a level of care that made your heart squeeze just a little.
Turning back to you, he took the purse and heels from your hands and placed them neatly in the footwell.
Then he bent down and pressed a tender kiss to Mina's forehead before closing the door with a soft click.
Straightening up, he turned fully toward you and leaned casually against the side of the car.
The warm golden glow from the streetlights washed over his red hair, making it look almost fiery.
