"Aaandd post. " I mutter, posting on my Instagram, like any self respecting selfie master does, not giving a shit about my surroundings. It sounds awfully quiet today, and I feel the need to quicken my pace. I live in the shadiest part of L.A. ever. No joke. Gangs are everywhere, and I'm in a hurry to get home. I put my phone in my purse and start to speed my pace, feeling tense. Shit, what's this weird aura I'm getting? I listen in complete silence, and I hear steps, then next thing I know, someone pulls me back by the shoulder. Crap. I do a quick spin kick, giving them a glance, and I dash off as fast as I can. God really, a gang?
"Come back here bitch!" they yell, running on their fat ass stubby legs. Haha, I was pretty sure I could outrun them, until....one of them is on a motorcycle. That's not fuckin' fair. I pass an alley, way, only to be pulled in. I squirm and struggle. They got me they got me.... I say in my mind. Two arms are wrapped firmly around me, his hands encasing my mouth firmly. Crap, my life is fuckin' over, they have me, I'm screwed. I continue to squirm, and struggle, rebelling with the the little noise I could muster.
"Quiet...or they'll get you.." says the voice. No way, I know this voice. I look up.
"Eugene Lee Yang?..." I whisper. He lets go of me, but keeps me in close contact with his body, my heart racing, cheeks red. No way, my idol is saving me? I could hear his heart beat, I was so close. His muscular arms had a firm grip on my shoulders, but I stood still. After no sound was made, he let go and smiled down at me.
"Hi..." he said quietly, with a hint of shyness in his voice. My heart flipped, making me resist the urge to smother him in hugs. I replied, with a hi back and I stared down at my feet, moving awkwardly.
"I...I-I'm Kagamine....Kagamine Nagato." he smiles at me with that signature smile, and my face goes tomato red. Holy shit I'm dying. He picks up what seems to be my barrette, and gently, places it in my hair.
"There, that's better." he says playfully, removing some stray hairs out of my face and quietly whispers in my ear, "We're cornered, you have some place to go?" His breath tingles in my ear, and I nod.
"My apartment is close. If we run, we should make it in 3 minutes." he nods and also whispers,
"You're cute...you know?" with a shy, gently voice I never heard before. It could have melted metal, I swear, because it melted my heart. We made a mad dash, midway, he grabbed my hand, and we ran alongside each other. He always gave me a smile, and I smiled back sheepishly. It was the shortest three minutes of my life. Both breathless, hand in hand, we reached my apartment, in which we both died on the couch. I guess we realized we were still holding hands, because we both immediately let it go, faces red. I stared down, at my hand. He touched it..... this is a dream come true. "Hey, " I hear, startled out of my thoughts.
"Yeah..?" I say looking up abruptly, face probably more red than the any shade of red. EVER.
"Can I stay here with you?" he says seductively; maybe it wasn't his sexual voice but damn wasn't sexy. I nod quickly.
"YES....of course. No problem, but I only have one room with two beds.." I pause, I don't have a guest room. "Maybe we can sleep together?" Haha, I'm terrible. He just smiles and says yes; and he's BLUSHING?! Wtf, he said yes? NO WAY. He stands up, I simply look up at him. Damn he's tall.
"I'm starving, let's get cooking." he says, pulling me on my feet. My heart beats fast, and I can barely breathe.
"Alright!" I say enthusiastically. Maybe I do have feelings for Eugene.
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Eugene Lee Yang Fanfiction (Completed)
FanfictionCrap, my life is fuckin' over, if they get me, I'm screwed. I feel a pull and next thing I know, I'm silenced by two strong arms. I squirm and struggle, and they tighten their grip. "Quiet..." says the voice. No way, I know this voice. I look up. ...
