K-Project One Shots

(1)Mikoto Suoh--"A King's Love"

You've been around the HOMRA clan for about two years now. While you weren't a full fledged member, they still treated you as such. It was nice really. They were like the family you never had. While they did get themselves into an enormous amount of trouble, they were actually quite nice and sweet towards you. Although there was one who didn't show much emotion. To you or anyone really.

Mikoto Suoh

The third and Red King

He was a serious one alright. Although he spent much of his time asleep. The only other person to get any type of emotion from him was Anna. The young girl that could only see the color red, somehow managed to squeeze out some emotion or type of affection from the otherwise cold king.

Now, you weren't jealous of the young girl. After all, she was like everyone's little sister. She didn't know any better, nor did she want anything from anyone.

But you were sad. Sad that your king was completely oblivious to the fact that you, (F/N) (L/N), was completely and stupidly in love with him.

As the months went on you found yourself thinking about the mysterious red king. Even though multiple people told you not to fall for him, you did just that.

And man did you fall hard.

The dreams that entered your mind at night would come flooding back the moment you saw him. You felt like a crazed school girl who had a huge crush on the quarter back of the football team.

But alas you couldn't stop your feelings. So they grew. Bigger and deeper with each passing day.

You sighed softly to yourself as you sat at your normal spot at the bar. One hand holding up your head as the other slowly spun the glass of water Izumo has given you earlier.

Izumo had noticed your 'off' type behavior. Setting down the glass he was polishing, he moved to lean on the counter opposite of you.

"(F/N), are you alright? You seem...down." Izumo had lowered his voice as he talked, not wanting to get the attention of the others in the room.

You gave him a small and weak smile, shrugging your shoulders as you let out another soft sigh.

"Is it because of 'him'? If he did something or said something to you-"

"He hasn't said or done anything. Whether that's good or bad I still don't know. I just.. I wish.. Oh hell I don't know, Izumo." You sat up slightly as you vigorously rubbed your face. Hoping that it would somehow help snap you out of your current state.

Izumo sighed to himself. He wished he could help you, but he couldn't. He had seen rather quickly how you acted around and towards Mikoto. He figured that his friend would pick up on it, but man was he wrong. It seemed that his life long friend had no idea that this beautiful young lady was head-over-heels in love with him.

"I know it's hard and probably the last thing you want to do, but have you tried just telling him?" Izumo watched as (F/N) let her hands settle on the bar counter, her face serious as she looked at him. 

"Izumo, you're a good friend which is why I won't slap you for saying that." Izumo gave her a small nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I can't just tell him. He's...well he's him. Besides if he rejected me I would be completely embarrassed." (F/N) rested her chin in the palms of her hands as Izumo gave her a small smile. Ruffling her hair with his hand before he went back to polishing his bar glasses.

(F/N) sat there for a few more moments before she decided to head upstairs to the other spare room. Going inside the room she kicked off her shoes and slipped off the grey jacket she was wearing. The red straps of her bra showing under the just as thin straps of her black tank top. She slid the red belt out of the loops of her blue jeans and tossed it with her jacket. Side stepping the short distance to the nearby couch and lazily flopping down onto it. Her (h/l)(h/c) hair falling messily as she did.