beaming | keith kogane

X | emo

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"WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY, YOU BLOOD LOVING EMO!" Loud knocks on my door and a distant shout woke me up as I sighed angrily. I was ready to rip whoever was at the door into shreds. My claws were out and my eyes were a bright golden; I didn't even have to look in the mirror to measure how angry I was currently. 

I stomped down the stairs of the little house, making even louder footsteps when I was at the front door. I swung it open and roared, "WHAT?!" My eyes focused on whoever was standing right in front of my house. Haneul stood there with a devilish smirk, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?" I growled in response.

Y/n stood right beside him, as if expecting my response. She grinned widely. "I got breakfast for you and don't worry about where I got your address from, we're going costume shopping!" I slowly calmed down, snatching the bag of food from her. I took out the breakfast bento, opening the lid enough to slip a piece of bacon between my fingers. 

I cleared my throat, the bacon halfway in my mouth. "No, we're not going costume shopping and where the fuck did you get my address?" So far as I know, she knows the street I live in, but not the house number that I live at. Haneul shrugged nonchalantly, watching me eat as the mischievous glimmer didn't leave his eyes.

"She called Perla this morning. Perla thought it was a good idea that someone would drag you out of the house for once, so she thinks you should go." 

That's the closest to talking I've gotten with Perla ever since she briefly moved out after our argument. "Does that mean she'll talk to me?" I countered. Y/n looked between me and Haneul, confused. It was obvious that the blond knew more than his owner, saying more than he let on. "Don't know, but it'll be a step in the right direction," He smiled, shrugging again.

I sighed, turning to set the bento on the counter. "Alright, give me thirty minutes." Y/n cheered, pumping her fist in the air and whisper-yelling in victory while Haneul rolled his eyes and bopped her on the head. The two got in an argument after, but I just closed my door on them and headed upstairs to get ready.

It took about twenty-five minutes to get showered and properly dressed as I headed down the stairs again. Somehow, they were inside my house. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, watching Y/n quietly sit on the couch and fiddle with her bag as Haneul picked up a family photo, studying it before gently setting it down.

Haneul smirked, "Babo had a bobby pin clipped in her hair." He grinned at me. I sighed, brushing back my hair with my hands as I slipped on a light gray beanie. "How convenient, so are we going or not?" Y/n nodded excitedly, instantly standing up and nearly knocking something on the table over.

The blond quickly caught it, quietly scolding her before grabbing her hand and leading her. As we headed out of the house, I made sure to lock the door, checking my pockets for my keys. I glanced at their linked hands before looking away, feeling irritated. "My grandma gave me some money for our bus fares," Y/n mumbled, looking in her bag for the money.

I just quietly nodded and Haneul smirked cockily, noticing the annoyed look on my face. I'm grateful that he didn't say anything, but he didn't let go of her hand either. I slipped my hand into my back pocket, feeling for the wad of cash that I tucked away. I only had thirty dollars on me. 

That was just enough for a good bowl of ramen and about ten sticks of dango. My stomach growled. Combined with the hunger and good smell of breakfast food, I really wanted some dango. First stop, a dango shop. I subconsciously followed the two as they whispered under their breath, caught up in my own thoughts. 

Halloween costumes cost a lot more than thirty dollars. They could go up to seventy. If Y/n was so eager on me wearing one, would she purchase it herself? I shook my head. Like Hell I'd let her, anyways. I don't plan on buying a costume in the first place. I smiled to myself, content with my plan as Haneul turned around, catching my gaze.

"Quit it with the freaky smile, you look like a creep." He said in a bored voice, leading to Y/n smacking him across the arm. My expression dropped and I huffed. Why was I wasting my Saturday morning on these two again? "You wouldn't have to worry about the smile if you hadn't dragged me along in the first place," I said through gritted teeth.

He gave up, knowing I had a point. He rolled his eyes and turned to face forward again, occasionally turning around to throw glances at me. I didn't say anything and instead mentally took note of the area we were going to, trying to remember where I'd find good dango. My stomach growled, Y/n turning to look my way as Haneul chuckled.

She seemed to have enough of his bullshit, waving her hand as he went away in a red cloud. That's right, you narcissistic fuck. I grinned inwardly, looking over to her with a blank look externally. "You're hungry," Y/n sighed as I blinked back, taking out a piece of the omelet instead. "No shit, Sherlock."

I was taken aback by the foul taste of the egg dish almost instantly, coughing and nearly choking on it. It was a mix of sour and bitter; it was disgusting. "What the Hell was that?!" Y/n turned pink out of embarrassment, fiddling with her fingers. "I don't cook very often, but I followed a recipe—" I blinked wildly, "—no, you definitely didn't!"

She turned redder before looking away awkwardly, mumbling. "I told Haneul to read me the directions. Maybe I should've asked Grandma to make it for you," If her eyes widened any further, they would've popped out of her skull. I rolled my own. Of course he read the fucking directions. 

Y/n fiddled with her bag, looking through it for more cash. "How about this? We can stop by a café and you can eat there?" I nodded reluctantly and sighed.

It's not as good as dango, but it'll do.