Can love be green? (Yonji x Reader)

Answer me

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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
✏︎(b/n)=brother name
✏︎(f/n)=first sister name
✏︎(s/n)=second sister name

The words in italics represent thoughts.
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Nibbling on the snacks you requested, you were flipping the pages of a book, a glass of wine close, desperately trying to change your mindset. You were indeed reading but your eyes were mostly focusing on the young man who just installed himself in front of you. The large musculature you observed with a corner glare couldn't be mistaken: it was Yonji's.

"Do you want some?", you asked putting your book down and pointing at the plate while attempting to look the more natural possible, not wanting the green-haired to notice any sign of anxiety. The stubborn young lady you were didn't want to show any delicateness. This fact, that went through your mind annoyed you a lot. Why do I even care about what he thinks!? With a determination of yours, you weren't aware of, you hold back any hint of annoyment.

He shook his head. "No thanks, " he grabbed your glass of wine and took a sip before tilting his head and grimacing, "Too bitter."

You looked away, your hamster inside your head running and running, it was all bothering you and you had to spit it out and to be answered, sooner the better. You were tired.

"Enough of this. Just what are you expecting of me? Getting perfectly along? Do what you want to? Or is it something else? I just don't get you, really. For a moment you are cold and right after you're acting barely friendly."

He frowned. "Expect? What could I even expect of you, I can do things better, " he is with a proud smile.

"What an obnoxious cocky comment."

"Huh!?", he gave you a dark glare.

"That's what I meant," you said grinning. "You go from mocking to annoyment, " you sighed, taking a sip from the glass of wine he took away not so long ago. "When I start feeling like I know you, I realize you're a complete stranger. It's quite ironic, knowing the situation we're in, don't you agree?" He stayed silent so you opened your mouth once again, "but why fret about that? After all, it doesn't matter...right?"

"You're thinking way too much."

"Or is it that you don't speculate enough?"

He pouts of annoyment and inclined his head once again between few mumbles.

"Have you ever done anything for you?"

He froze.

You put a strand of your (h/l) (h/c) hair behind your ear with a slow and precise movements with the fingers of your right hand while your (e/c) eyeballs were looking straight into the black eyes of the fourth son of Germa. Ultimately a sad smirk appeared on your lips: you took his mutism as a no. "Is there nothing else in this world that have a sense to you expect royal statues and orders?"

"Why would the rest matter?"

"You really are clueless about it...Life is the whole thing together. Seeing everything before dying, feelings...It's said that you don't have many positive ones, that nothing can bother you but..." you stopped, putting your hand over his that was casually on the table. This sudden contact made him move suddenly, "why such a reaction then?" You stared up at him, trying to observe any little motions he could do and you could swear on your own life he gulped. "Do you even know who you are, Yonji?". With that said, you stood up and left the room, only putting back the book where it was.