Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

WHY DID HE take me in?

That question buzzed around inside Y/N's head even after Five's tattooing session. Even when they'd already bid their goodbyes to Pogo and Tammy, she was still pondering over it.

She thought about it too hard that she was beginning to space out from time to time. Five had to check in on her whenever she stayed too quiet during their ride back.

It was hard to have an insight for the question that repetitively rang into Y/N's ears. When he took her in, he only said she had potential. But potential to do or be what, exactly? To be a cog in a machine?

It's as if she was having an identity crisis at the wrong time and she couldn't even tell if there would be a light by the end of that tunnel. With that, Y/N didn't bother to look for the matter of this case for now. Now, they have to stop whatever's under the basement of the Academy. Thus, she zoned back in and rode the motorcycle alongside Number Five.

On the other hand, the boy wasn't entirely believing the many ways she said "I'm fine" during their whole trip. Ever since Pogo finished his chest tattoo, Y/N had been too silent; too deep into her thoughts. She was pondering over something too much that she'd overtake the lanes too far from time to time amidst their ride.

He was aware of how Y/N handled a troubling thought; she would quietly think about it, and unless she needed help, she wanted to see first if she could solve it on her own. It was a skill Five found fascinating, yet at the same time, it worried him. Although it was a skill she'd mastered on her own, she does tend to take it a little too far.

Though he knew she wouldn't want anyone pestering her in the process. And so he didn't have a choice but to let her be.

“I'll tell you later.”

He just didn't think his patience would pay off so soon after Y/N heard his thoughts.

Hours after the long drive, they arrived back in the hotel in the middle of the late night. Not a word was spoken as they entered the elevator to get to their floor so they could lounge a little bit before sun comes up by the next hour.

As soon as they reached their floor, Five decided to blink the two of them to the room he shared with his brothers. Still tiredly quiet, they slumped themselves onto the couch between the beds and took a deep breath in and out.

Y/N wasn't sure how she should tell Five what thought had been pestering her ever since they left Pogo's trailer. Throughout the chimes of that great question she'd made for herself, she thought it was best to suck it up and think nothing of it -- that she should just let it be until it cancels out on its own.

Besides, she might just be jumping into conclusions. Perhaps it's just her getting worked up over her thoughts for noth--

"So what's going on inside that head of yours?"

But alas, Y/N cannot just take back what she told Five. She looked at him sideways, still trying to think of a way say it smoothly. Though once she opened her mouth, not a even a word rolled out of her tongue about what she was asking herself the whole day.

Now that her mind was set on thinking that it didn't seem valid enough to talk about, she tried to stall. "You sure you wanna know? I mean, it's pretty stupid if you--"

"Oh, yeah. It's probably so stupid that it got you all worked up the whole way back." Five scoffed at the idea. He shifted on his seat so he could face her with his arm resting on the top of the couch as he took her lovingly by the hand on the other. "What's wrong? You can talk to me." He asked her once more.

Y/N let out a sigh. She wasn't going to get away with it no matter how obstinate she gets, was she? "You know how there's a pattern of symbols in the tattoo? The sigils?" She started, "There's seven of them in that pattern."