HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - BARBATOS

TO THE BOY I LOVED.

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YOU SCANNED THE room, trying to find a certain someone that was annoyingly blending well with the crowd. You arched your back and sipped on your drink bitterly.

Asmodeus noticed the expression on your face and decided to enlighten you.

"What's with the sad eyes and pouty lips?" he questioned, but you could sense the string of teasing from the tone of his voice.

You shake your head, dettaching your lips from the straw before answering him, "Nothing. Just looking for someone?"

The reply made his brow rose in anticipation, "Who?" he pressed further — and knowing Asmodeus? He won't pass up that sweet detail. Mostly because it's about your love life.

And when the person who keeps pestering you about his love life knows you had a crush? Of course he wants to know your business as well.

Even if that business is about being head over heels to a butler, who is most likely in a relationship with his job.

"It's Barbatos."
"The Butler?"

You gave him an incredulous look, "Is there something wrong?" your eyes scanned his pink ones. Asmodeus shakes his head and lets his shoulders roll into a shrug.

"Nothing," he piped. "Just didn't think it would be the great Barbatos. You do know that he's pretty busy with his work — you might even want to schedule a time with him just to talk."

You scoffed, "I like a busy man. Just shows how responsible he is."

Asmodeus lets you off as he finally grabbed his phone from the table, he was texting somebody. From the way his face shows emotions, you think it's Solomon.

"Okay. Ask me something." he says without looking up from his phone. He was still busy typing as if his life depended on it.

Your eyes darted to the now lesser crowd and finally spotted the butler. Your heart immediately made a back flip.

You leaned on your palm and sighed.

"What's the probability of me kissing him?"

Asmodeus answered, "Probably a hundred." making you look at him with wide eyes and a hopeful facial expression.

"Is that true?"

The boy waved his hand, "Obviously. You can go up to him and kiss him right now. You can do that — the only question is: will he kiss you back?"

You deflated on your seat when he had a point. Nevermind all the love sick feeling in your stomach while you dread due to these emotions, because what's the point if the boy you like doesn't even like you back?

. . .

"Come on! It's a party — a formal one — and even Lucifer is coming. So why don't you do me a favor and just dress in decent clothes and for the love of beauty, brush your hair."

Asmodeus tried to pull you away from your bed. You were whining, you didn't like parties because social gatherings like this make you want to vomit. And maybe the idea of puking in a public place isn't a good impression.