Where the flower blooms【f!reader】

━━━━━━ [Neon] ━━━━━━

It's been so quiet ever since (y/n) had left for her mission. Just how much had passed without her? Every single day I've been bored so much more than with her by my side. "I hope she's doing alright..." I breathed into the emptyness of my four walls as I swiped through the albums on my phone. All those photos that captured the funny moments we had collected in the past three years.

I threw my phone onto the other side of my bed and got on my feet. I needed to do something that would make the time go by faster. Going for a few rounds on the training
ground was always the easiest way to distract myself. Running with the power of electricity was an amazing feeling, a feeling that barely anyone else could experience. Adrenaline would be released with each pebble I stepped on and with every turn that dared to make me loose balance for even the tiniest moment. It was a form of freedom that unfolded with each step.

"Hey, Neon!"

It was Jett, she waved at me and I slowed down to meet her. "Kamusta, what are you doing here?"

"I just happened to pass by and saw you," Jett said, "You down for a race?"

"Oo, but don't cry when you loose."

I only needed to hold on for a few more days, all I needed was patience,
then I'll see my kapatid again.

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━━━━━━ [(y/n)] ━━━━━━

The room was brightly illuminated by the day light and birds were singing the most beautyful tunes to the sun in delight. It must've already been noon by that time. My head was buzzing but not as much as one might've expected. Preventing the obnoxious headaches was easily achieved with tactical consumtion: 5 to 3 ratio of H2O and C2H6O. At least I had tried to follow that rule...not with the best successs though.

To my left side a person laid while on my right there was Sake on a tray. Moments of warmth, not heat, I recalled had happened behind the curtains of the night. His hands tracing the shape of my body not with lust but with care. His eyes drifting of to my lips every now and then, not with desire but with admiration. Him telling me I looked stunning with no ill intent, only affection. It was a version of Yoru that I'd never believed to exist. Even a day without sun seemed more likely to exist than this side of his.

Yoru pulled me closer to his body and snuggled his face onto my chest. His breath laid warm on my body. I gently stroke his hair. He had washed out the tremendous amount of hair gel before going to bed so now it was much softer than usual and fell down onto his face.

"Don't draw other men again..." He mumbled with his face hidden on me.

"Come again?" Where my ears deceiving me? That man was a far bigger mystery than I had thought he was. Everyday I wondered more about my memories. I wished I knew who I was to him.

"I hate to think of you imagining other men in your head. So don't draw anyone other than me..." He now looked me in the face and this time I heard him clearly.

"What are you talking about..." I thought about it, eventhough I knew what he'd meant, before I replied "You mean that quick sketch of Omen I drew before our last mission?" I played with a strand of his hair, "come on, don't be so sensitive, Ryo," I sighed, "Art doesn't always need to have a deeper meaning." I wondered when he had become like this, claiming me all for himself.