𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

☑ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵈᵉʳˡʸ

ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｆｏｕｒｔｅｅｎ

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(Y/N) fiddled with the leash that was connected to the harness that wrapped around Melvin's fluffy body. She was having an internal war if whether or not she should ask a permission from Daisuke first if she could already go home since it was 7 pm already.. but then again, the boy seemed to be in the worst mood towards her so she figured that conversing with him would be a great no-no.

As she was about to click the elevator button, someone called out for her attention. Her glance shifted towards the speaker where she witnessed a woman around her sixties waving her hand which caused her to consecutively blinked in confusion

"Are you going home already?" The lady's voice was very soothing and it was calming the (h/c) haired girl. She cleared her throat while pointing to herself to ask if the woman was talking to her.

"Of course I'm talking to you! It would be delirious to say that I'm talking to your chicken now, is it not?" 

An entertained chuckle slipped out of her glossed lips; it was pretty much finely defined despite her age and it was making her more attractive. She was wearing a very elegant turtle-necked cardigan dress that goes down a couple of inches below her knees and it was really dazzling.

(Y/N) smiled awkwardly with the joke that the woman spatted, clearing her throat while remembering that this was the same lady that Melvin angrily squawked at a few hours ago. A flustered expression covered her mundane face as she immediately bowed once again.

"I.. I'm very sorry for the event that happened, ma'am. I wasn't able to-" 

"Oh! Don't be, dear. Mr. Kambe already explained us everything. I find it very adorable that you keep a domestic chicken as a pet!" She gracefully remarked while guiding the young girl in fixing her composure.

"Ah.. I see.. Thank you." 

"Say, I would like you to join us for dinner, if that's alright. My husband and I would really want to apologize as well for not introducing ourselves properly when we had the chance to." A nervous sweat rolled down her back as she timidly brushed her fingers against her arms while occasionally glancing at Melvin who was already tugging on its leash.

"No, I.. You don't have to hassle yourselves. It's okay, really!" The elderly lady pouted playfully, some of her albino-hued hairs hanging down her forehead while doing so. 

"Please?" A pang of guilt came over to wash (Y/N)'s insides as she watched the woman plead like some 3-year old kid. Although she has no idea why the elderly would really want her companionship for tonight's dinner, she reminded her self that this was the least that she could do for being such a huge-ass embarrassment for Daisuke.

With a defeated sigh, she etched a small smile on her lips while picking Melvin up and letting it rest on her arms.

"Okay, ma'am. I'll accompany you."

•••

"Your chicken is... eating a chicken."

Mrs. Akihira, the name of the elderly woman, stated in complete daze while observing Melvin who is chowing down on a fried chicken drumstick. (Y/N) bashfully beamed at her sentence while moving the green peas on her plate with her fork.

"Melvin uh.. eats everything." The lady released an amused oh as she went back to her eating.

Even if it might seem that a very awkward silence was settling in the dinner table because of the couple, it is actually not. Mrs. Akihira and her husband were always chattering buoyantly as they occasionally ask the (h/c) haired young woman some questions about herself.

What made the situation uncomfortable is the fact that Daisuke was also invited in their dinner and it seems like he does not also know that (Y/N) will be in included since he looked quite baffled to see her in the same table as the Akihira's. 

Although (Y/N) doesn't really mind though since ignoring the ravenette has been her life's motto ever since she met him, she just couldn't bare to be around him after receiving a disappointed look from him a few hours ago. She knew that it was her fault and she deserves a cold shoulder treatment, however, she feels very cramped everytime someone is furious towards her..

..especially if it's the man that she's working for.

(Y/N) took a good long sip of the sauce on whatever dish it is was served in front of her. As she placed her spoon back down, Mrs. Akihira noticed a stain on one side of the her lips. She immediately informed the young lady to which she received a thank you in response.

The (h/c) haired girl placed a small amount of ketchup on her finger before smudging it on the other side of her lips that was not stained with the sauce. 

"Is it balanced now?" She asked politely, earning a confused blink from the elderly woman. She almost choked on her drink from stifling a laugh and before she knew it, the sophisticated lady burst into cackles. Her husband placed his forehead on his palm, chuckling since he find the reaction of his wife more entertaining than the actual joke.

(Y/N) does not really know why she got that huge of a response to her really corny statement. The important thing is that the couple finally lightened up. 

Daisuke silently observed the event that was happening in this very moment, his jaw moving as he continued to chew his food. His ice blue orbs landed on the laughing (e/c) eyed female beside him before a faint smile finally climbed into his lips.

He leaned over to the side to catch (Y/N)'s attention without disrupting the mood of the couple, his lips just a few inches away from her ear. His voice was soft but was still enough for her to hear what he was saying.

"Let's have a talk after this."