K Project x Reader

|Eric Sōlt|

 You once were one of those lonely people, never able to find the right person, always tried to be used as dolls. 

 But you weren't anymore.

 Why? 

 Let's see.

 ~~~~~

 It was one of those warm days for March, which the sun shined so bright and there was no cold air to freeze your bones. Most birds were singing, embraced in the warm light from the sun. 

 It was also one of those days people enjoyed being with their families and kids. 

 But what about you?

 You just walked aimlessly in a direction, unknown for you, trying to ignore the laughter of joy that ringed in your ears. 

 There was absolutely no logic in this. You once were happy, but that happiness was stolen from you, making you unable to search  for something new, scared that you'd be used around. Like they tried. People did try to play around with you, but ended up disappointed as you escaped everty time from their grasp. 

 Probably it was because of your figure that helped you escape. And probably because of that people wanted to use you as a toy. 

 Eh, there are many many answers, yet you did not know which one was the right one. 

 Thoughts had control over your mind when you crashed into a few people. 

 "Excuse me for my clumsiness." You mumbled quickly, running past them. 

 You ran in the nearest café, taking a few deep breaths. Running wasn't one of your favourite things to do. 

 You saw a free table, deciding that you could take a break and drink something. 

 You read the menu, ordering yourself a (favourite drink) and waited till it came. You glanced over the tables, your (e/c) orbs catching a boy, same age as you or bigger, who ate a chocolate cupcake. He had his hoodie on, his blonde bangs covering most of his forehead and eyes. 

 He turned his head towards you, making you gulp, as you tried to do your best not to look at him. But it was hard. There was something strange in him.

 You felt like it was ages, although it appeared that it was just a minute , when the girl from the café came, giving your (favourite drink). You mumbled a quick thank you and started drinking. 

 Soon, most of the liquid inside the glass was empty. 

 You heard the door open, instinctively glancing over there, your eyes widening. 

 A group of boys, the same one you crashed in, searched for something.

 You did not know why, but you felt that things were getting bad if they found you, so you hang over your hoodie, hiding the locks of hair that fell on your cheeks. 

 You payed fir the drink and left the money on the table, glancing over the blonde boy for one last time before trying to go past the group. 

 One of the boy's shoulder crashed with your own, making you stumble forward. Locks of hair fell, making you hiss. 

 "Oi, sorry... bro...." The boy pulled you up, slipping the hoodie off, revealing your (h/c) hair. 

 You looked at them, your skin prickling. 

 You pulled your hand away, running through the door, trying to hide yourself in the crowd. 

 "A beautiful, warm day. Why do I have this feeling that soon everything will be fucked up?" You mumbled, looking behind you, seeking the boys following you. "Damn it!"