? playing the devil. || weak hero.

i should update my other book 😃

not-proof read we die like kaeya's nation

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bzzzzz

"yeah?" gerard answers the phone with his free hand, his other supporting your unconscious body on his back.

"hey, how'd it go?" ben speaks from the other line, supporting alex go with walking with a big smile on his face.

"well...we kicked their asses, of course." gerard turns towards his other companions with a satisfied smile, "what about you guys?"

ben parks chuckles breathlessly, "isn't it obvious?"

"we smashed the shit out of them." the tanned male gleefully admits, sounding the proudest he could ever be.

of course, he had won many fights, but each new one was always something he found himself proud of, whether it ended in his loss or not.

"oh yeah! did you get to ( y/n )? is she okay? is she injured anywhere?" ben asks a barrage of questions, but gerard has grown used to this by now.

"actually, she ran here to noryangjin from singil. she's a little beat up and she's...kinda unconscious on my back right now."

shuffling is heard from the other line and alex go speaks loudly, his voice a mix of worry and panic, "the fuck do you mean a little beat up if she's un-fucking-conscious!?" he exclaims angrily, making gerard wince and move his phone away from his ear.

"calm down..when some purple headed bitch was about to punch me, she got involved and punched him. but she didn't know that gray already threw a water bottle to knock out purple head."

"so the water bottle hit her head instead?"

"yeah..."

gerard turns toward gray, who's worriedly staring at you, eyebrows furrowed by the slightest bit. this was the most guilt he's felt in a while.