˚✧˳ ❝ Bite me. ❞
He didn't respond, but he maintained to stare daggers at me.
A smirk bent its way on his thin lips as the tables turned. Making me the one to back out my neck in defeat as he inched closer again.
❝ Oh, I will bite you. ❞ Five cooed...
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✧ RUN BOY RUN ✧
˚✧˳✧˚✧˳✧˚✧ ☂️ ✧˚✧˳✧˚✧˳✧˚
16 YEARS AGO
"HURRY UP, FIVE. Dad's gonna add extra hours in our training if we come down late!" (Y/N) tugged Five's sleeves, pulling him out of his comfort zone of solving and making calculations. "You think dad will finally agree for me to time travel?" Five asked, unbothered by the young girl's pulling.
"No, Five. Not yet. We both know that the P.B.S is not ready, as well as you, so come on let's go, it's almost lunchtime."
She kept grabbing his arm making all his perplexed writing all cluttered and all over the place eventually he stops fighting it and went to the stairs with her. "Why did you re-do that equation? I did that already, you smartass."
"I wouldn't be such a smart ass if you wouldn't give me so much to work, to begin with. Most of your estimations wrong you didn't follow such a simple rule of mathematics."
"Oh yeah? And what is that?"
"PEMDAS"
"Oh."
Sir Reginald Hargreeves raised these children to be determined as the 'Wonder Kids' in town. But their actions weren't as wonderful as their words. Especially for Five and (Y/N) cussing at each other was kinda their way of saying 'I love you bestie.'
The chimes of the handbell reverberated in Grace's care as disciplined children gathered to their dinner table, arranged mentally to follow the rules and regulations of their strict father. They all have their own designated place to sit when they eat.
(Y/N) was next to Allison. They all remained standing waiting for their Father's voice to give them permission too as they stood behind their chairs.
"Sit." He instructed. Everyone sat down and ate their meal.
Allison and Luther gave ogling eyes for one another as they chew off their chopped potatoes. Ben was reading a book as always, Diego was sharpening his knife secretly under the table and Klaus was rolling his fresh 'plant' for later use.
(Y/N) glances on Five who was clutching his knife she noticed he hasn't touched his food yet and continued to glare at the man who sat at the other end of the table. His grip hardens. He elevated it from its place and stabs the table with vigor. The whole table clangs with his force, earning the eyes of all his siblings.
"I have a question."
"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson."
