Akatsuki no Yona (Yona of the Dawn) Oneshot Collection

Trouble in the Tavern (Jealous!Shin-ah x Reader)

[Slight spoilers for manga chp 65]

He's jealous, so it gets steamy towards the end. If that's not for you, probably don't read this one. Next one will be more lighthearted. 

The Happy Hungry Bunch had stopped in a nearby town just outside of the Kai Empire. Yona had performed her dance and you badly wanted to tease Hak about how he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Instead, you were drinking away your sorrows because of a certain blue dragon. You wished he would look at you how Hak looked at Yona, but you supposed you couldn't win it all. The others had set up camp outside of the town so as to not draw any unwanted attention, and you had missed the way Shin-ah's eyes followed you as you left for the tavern.

You took another swing of the bottle in front of you, mind wandering aimlessly.

Shin-ah was a force to be reckoned with.

He had grown so much since the start of your journey, and you wished that he would allow you to be there for him as much as he was there for you. He had a habit of watching from the sidelines in silence until intervention was needed, usually between a bickering Jae-ha and Hak.

The booth that you were settled in was red leather, mimicking Yona's hair. You took another sip of the alcohol, wincing as it burned down your throat. Your head knocked back, banging against the dirty wooden wall behind you.

Time to dance.

There was faint music that wasn't very loud, but you just felt like dancing. There were already some present on the floor, and judging by their movements, they were pretty intoxicated. You took your place alongside them, in an empty space and began to sway your hips to the music. Your eyes closed as you let the beats flow over you.

Foreign hands settled on your hips, and you felt a body behind you. Your eyes shot open, immediately going to slap their hands off of your body, but they held you there, making you unable to turn around.

Your lips curled back in a snarl, desperately trying to break free of their grasp. Someone else stepped in front of you, and you looked up, meeting the gaze of an unfamiliar man.

"Eh... What do you think, man?" The voice, you didn't recognize it.

"She'll do. She's quite a beauty after all..." He leered at you, face going to sniff your hair.

You cringed away from him, but your movements were sloppy.

Dang it.

You've had too much to drink.

You felt panic rise in your chest, tightening your throat as they dragged you away. Normally, you'd be able to take them on, no problem, but this time they had caught you off guard. There was no way for you to fight them off.

I shouldn't have drank so much.

His grip has transferred from your hips to your arms, and you could feel the bruises forming underneath his fingertips.

But as the fear set in, their disgusting hands were wrenched from your body. You watched in awe as familiar white fur flooded your vision. Shin-ah let out a low growl at the sight of the bruises on your skin and continued to beat up the men now laying on the ground before you.

He still had his sword strapped to his back, but the swordsman didn't need it. He kept punching them until blood poured from their mouths.

By now, everyone was looking. You faintly heard someone screaming and others were cheering him on, but your gaze was trained on the normally reserved Seiryuu.