Little Butterfly | Laito x Reader

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✾ drip

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Rainy days always seemed so refreshing, yet sinister.

Today it was too dangerous; not because of how much there was, but of what it felt—loss.

The water from the sky brings the best luxury to those that can't find it.

Flowers, animals, plants, people

It even made me feel a form of luxury, but this day—

why do I feel so empty?

❁ back here

"Would you like anything to drink?"

Back here, when was the last time you worked
here?

Everything was different than it was back then. You were loved, but now everyone seems to be keeping their distance. Was it something you said?

The splashes of water on the windows only made you depressed, before they brought you a refreshing fragment of joy.

There was a voice in your head that didn't seem to go afloat, was it Laito? Calling for you? at this time? "{Y/N}..."

It could be from outside! Before you even had time to gather yourself, you sprinted toward the door. Only for your hand to be snatched by another.

"{Y/N}! I've been calling your name for the past five minutes, what's wrong with you?"

Oh, it's just her.

"I apologize." You said blankly, almost like you just didn't care. You would've asked yourself, what happened to me, but this time you knew the exact cause. I just didn't care.

You brushed your skirt, "okay."

Your manager was a little taken back from your out-of-the-blue blank personality. She questioned if something was going on, but decided to keep her composure. "Well, your shift is over. Go home." She turned on her heels and walked back to her office, before she paused, "are you okay?" She inquired worriedly.  "Why wouldn't I be?" You said with the same shit-eating grin on your face as Laito always gave you.

She didn't say anything after that, you walked past your boss and into the back room; slipping back into the clothes you came in with.

You decided to do a unpredictable thing. Well, it isn't unpredictable anymore. He was your drug, and you were going to go to insensitive lengths to get it.

The malicious thinking must had gotten to you, as you didn't seem to see the man that was hovering over you, calling to you.

"Are you okay, Miss? Miss?"

"—what..." you snapped your eyes open, you placed your hands on the ground, only to feel the hardness of a sidewalk. had you fallen unconscious?

"You took quite a fall there, you've been unconscious for quite a while. Should I call 119?" The man asked, concern and a stern of lust leaking from his words.

You hissed, gripping your sore back, "no—no—"

"I can take you to my place." The man suggested in monotone. Your heart sped up, "oh no. That won't be necessary—!" He grips your forearm. "I gave you no permission for rejection. You're coming with me."