𝗕𝗢𝗟𝗗 | saeran.c

one

THE WHITE HAIRED, SHORT TEMPERED MALE GRUNTED AS HE SMACKED HIS COMPUTER.

"great." he hushed out to himself in sarcasm. the relatively new, and unluckily, the most important computer in his room, had broken down, yet again. he tried turning to violence, since he was taught it was always the answer. he smacked it a few more times until the poor broken down thing finished powering off, completely.

he eyed the device for a while, right as he was about to knock it off his desk, a peaceful knock interrupted him. before he could even respond to the visitor, the door opened, and in walked a blonde women. ". . .did it break down ?" she asked in a calm yet intimidating voice, causing saeran's ears to perk up. "savior, welcome. this stupid piece of junk refuses to work again, we should just get rid of it already."

the computers worthlessness reminded him of someone he despises.

"i'm afraid we don't have the budget for that right now, dear." the savior sighed out, closing her eyes momentarily as she shook her head. "the best we can do is get someone to repair it, and sadly, no one here knows how any of that stuff works."

she paused for a moment, "i guess we could always just get someone to come and fix it, but the risk of them hurting magenta is unknown."

a small bulb lit up in that decently big brain of saeran's head. "i could always keep an eye on them and their work, if you would like me to, savior." he offered his help, which rika gladly accepted.

"though what we should mainly be concerned about" she continued, "is finding someone to repair it in such short notice."

"don't worry, leave it to me."

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MEANWHILE . . .

business for y/n had been going down for her recently. she tried everything. flyers, business cards, she even went as far as throwing her pride out the window and used memes for customers, which greatly backfired. she started unpacking her lunch, as there were no customers to worry about.

she munched on her f/f, rolling her eyes as she had seen the other computer repair shop across the street from hers flourish. it was ran by a redhead that went by the name of 707, though she found the name a bit childish and found it to be something a @&$!?($& would use, not to mention—

"hey, you repair computers ?"

a customer. y/n l/n had a customer. and a good looking one at that. "y-yes ! wheres the computer ?" he scuffed, "i was supposed to bring it here ?" the h/c headed girl stared at him dumbfounded. "or i can go to the computer myself ! whatever works !" she cheered happily.

"you must be desperate for customers." he mumbled to himself. l/n brushed the comment off as she and her newly baited customer headed out to her car. "im driving." he announced to the woman. "what—"

"and you need to put this blindfold on." he interrupted her question, handing her a small, black, mask to use for her eyes. "woah, woah, woah, thats a bit sus and a bit much, don't you think ?" he glared at her as his hand stood out extended. "fine, im sure the owner of the place across the street wont have a problem with this, so i'll just—"

"fine." she grabbed it and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes.

little did she know, that was her first mistake.

a/n: im still trying to get my other account back, so meanwhile ill post a few drabbles here 😼