𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛ ² 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

~𐀔chapter two 𐀔~

four days after, on Friday, he had entered the cafe again just as you had stuck the lollipop in your mouth. he glanced around before he went to the counter and you averted your gaze back to the girls at your table.

good, he didn't see me. you thought to yourself just as ichika had turned to look at you.

"eh? Pumpkin spice again? it has such a strong smell" she said and you leaned into your palm with furrowed brows.

"you're wrong. it's grape" you tried to explain but your words were ignored as Yua passed the phone to her showing them a new karaoke venue that was opening tonight.

maybe the smell of pumpkin spice is from the paper bag?

"so what do you say? will you guys come? my mate said he'd invite his single alpha friends too so it will be like a mixer" Yua tried to persuade you both while mostly staring at you.

you looked away, not succumbing to the pressure at all.

"I have to start the group assignment tonight, maybe not"

"Oye Oye, we're in the same group" ichika narrowed her eyes at you and you sighed with closed eyes.

what a pain.

"Just tonight. Plus I want to introduce him to you.  wouldn't it be fun if we all married into the same friend group?" Yua said and you opened your eyes to stare at her excited expression.

I really don't get it.

"marry into the same-" you shivered dramatically and ichika guffawed.  she really was thinking that far ahead. was that train off thought normal? was getting mated really an immediate concern?

yua pouted and seemed to give up before another mischievous look appeared on her face and she leaned forward to your side of the table. 

she's going to say something stupid. I feel it.

"what if I invite his uncl- ow ow ow!" you cut off her remarks by pinching her nose. Ichika's laugh was so loud you had to slap your other hand over her mouth.

you really were a lively bunch. being with them gave you second-hand embarrassment.

by the time you were all finish with your orders and were leaving, you had somehow managed to agree to be present later (though you were already forming excuses in your head for when they would call).

"oye... if you chicken out tonight I'll definitely kill you" ichika said in her best yakuza voice, swinging a strong arm over your shoulder.

"hehe...." you laughed nervously and averted your eyes. she really knew you too well.

before she could call you out more, a waft of the pumpkin spice smell hit you again and you figured that it was because her hand around you had touched your school bag, pushing out the scent from inside.

less than a second later the man rushed from inside pass where you three stood at the door. you all watched him clamber into an expensive car before quite recklessly maneuvering from his parking to get on the road.

within his maneuvers, he had somehow managed to reverse into your parked bicycle causing the three of you to cringe.

"this is bad" ichika said, already aware of your temper, as she watched the veins on your forehead popping up.

instinctively ichika tightened her arms around you as barely moments later you began to thrash in her arms as you watched him speed off without a second glance.

she was taller so holding you was quite easy with an arm but you still were a bit too energetic

𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑

'This seems to be the place' you thought panting as you jogged towards the entrance. you had somehow managed to convince the girls that you wouldn't try to get back at the man yet after a few moments of trying to get your anger to quell, you decided it was impossible.

just a few blocks away from the bus stop to get home, you'd passed a television and froze when you saw the man from earlier on it. he was being interviewed live and just seeing him ticked you off again.

noting the address and looking up the map on your phone, you had found yourself heading to the address without a second thought. a few mins on the bus and jogging later had you panting in front of the building with hands on your knees

the place was getting dark, your lungs felt like they were giving out and if it wasn't clear enough from the basically empty parking lot, you were too late.

what were you expecting to do when you got there anyway? this is really a pain. you felt exhausted and miserable with your hair sticking to the nape of your neck.

I need something sweet
I need a bathe
I need to sleep
I need a smoke.

"yes, it went well. they already left" you heard and you glanced up at the emerging figure from the building and narrowed your eyes.

the vein from earlier popped in your head again.

I'm not too late after all.

a/n: I'm imagining y/n with an expression like this when she sees him.