All Too Perfect (Josh Dun x Reader)

seven

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You woke up in the morning with a bright smile and a sweet text from Andy.

From: Andy💙

I had fun last night. You looked beautiful, not that you usually don't😝😘😉

Sent: 12 minutes ago

To: Andy💙

Thanks, Andy! I had fun last night, too. Maybe we could do it again sometime?

Sent: just now

You got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom to take a short shower. You stepped into the bathroom and turned the water to hot. You stood under the flowing water letting it run down your face and onto your body for a good five minutes before your (H/C) (H/L) started to get on your nerves.

After spending about an hour washing your hair and body and getting ready for the day, you stepped out of the bathroom to smell food coming from downstairs.

You quieted your movements and made your Way to the bed to get your switch blade from under the mattress.

Making your way downstairs wasn't as easy as you had planned, but you were soundless. You held the blade between your middle and ring fingers - a trick you learned from your military dad.

You slowed your movements when you reached the bottom of the stairs and stabilized your breathing to soundless breaths from your mouth and nose.

Clearing the living room, you moved into the kitchen to see a fully made breakfast, a clear vase with red roses and a note with your name written in perfect cursive.

You went the other direction.

See, this, is why I'd survive in a scary movie. You thought. I don't make dumbass decisions. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you walked into the dining room to see a figure walk out the other door. You sucked in a breath and flattened yourself against the wall and let out a silent deep breath.

Clearing the dining room, you were heading back into the kitchen when you heard the crash of pots and pans and a string of cuss words in a hushed tone.

Walking through the opening on the opposite side of the kitchen, you saw the mess of kitchen utensils on the counter and floor, but the food remained untouched. There was no sign of anybody in there. You re-grasped the switch blade in your hand, ready to strike.

You took a step into your kitchen and looked passed the walls. Stepping further into, what seemed to be, someone's death wish. Accepting the fate that you would soon be a murderer, you switched the position of the blade from between your fingers to faced away from you in a fist.

Raising your arm, ready to strike stealthily, you looked behind the island in the middle of your kitchen to find nobody there.

What the ever loving fuck? You thought, confused. I could have sworn there was someone he--

"You almost had me there," a smooth voice says right next to your left ear.