My Butterfly [Hansol x Reader]

Safe

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"Oh, hun, I'm so glad you're finally home and safe!" Your mother cried out as she hugged you tighly. You felt like you were choking.
"Me too, mom." You sigh out as you breath in the scent of home.
"There's no place like home..." You added and hugged your mother back.

You told her a masked guy kidnapped you and Hansol saved you.
If she knew that Hansol and Mr. Mask were the same guy, hell would break loose.
So you left a few things out, for Hansol's sake.

"I can't believe this happened, you will never go to another country alone ever again!" She said as she pointed a finger at your nose.
You chuckled at her overprotective manner and kissed her forehead.
"Mom, I'm fine. The chance of this happening again is 0.00001%!" You reassured her and she showed a relieved smile.
"But still... I can't worry enough."

-×-

Hansol:

Hey, Y/N.
Did you get home safely?

You:

I did, it's about time to head to bed haha.
How did your appointment with the psychiatrist go?

Hansol:

That's a relief...~

It went well!
I got some medicine and will go to him 3 times a week.

You:

That's good to know!
Well... I'll be off to bed. Ttyl!~
Take care ^^

Hansol:

Sleep well.~

You smiled as you read his message and placed your phone away to charge.
The scent of home, comfortableness and safety filled your nostrils as you placed the blankets over you and breathed in deeply.
A long sigh followed and you dozed off in a deep sleep quickly.

-×-

His POV

"Did she really think Hansol would get rid of us so easily?!" I wondered and let out a hysterical laugh.
"You just wait, little girl... Kiko will miss you so badly..." I whispered, facing the white ceiling.

"And Kiko is...?" The psychiatrist asked with his low voice. "Hansol didn't tell you?" I huffed in disbelief. "Isn't he supposed to tell you everything?" I added and faced the old man who had a funny beard.

"G... Tell me, who is Kiko?" He asked again as he held his pen on the notebook, ready to write it down.
"It's Kiko, another one of the mannequins!" I responded with a 'duh' expression and faced the ceiling again.

"And you think Kiko will miss this little girl... What would he do?" The man asked as he wrote something down.

'He asks a lot of annoying questions...'

I thought and sighed, followed by a chuckle.
"You'll see... I can tell you it won't be any good!" The chuckle became a uncontrollable laughter and I felt the sharp pain coming back in my head.