My Story (? ??????? ?)?? chuuya x reader

Y/n pov: 

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses a faint melody accompanying the murmur. Y/N watched Chuuya across the small table, the flickering candlelight dancing in his ocean-blue eyes. He looked impossibly handsome in his usual attire, though tonight there was a subtle difference – a quiet pride that seemed to radiate from him.

"To you, Chuuya," Y/N raised her glass. "Executive Nakahara. Sounds pretty good, huh?"

Chuuya grinned, a flash of white teeth against his tanned skin. "Feels pretty good," he admitted, clinking his glass against hers. He took a long gulp of the ruby-red wine, the first of many, Y/N suspected.

She knew Chuuya was a lightweight. A single glass of wine usually brought a flush to his cheeks, and after two, the carefully constructed veneer of self-control began to crack. She'd warned him about overdoing it tonight, but he'd just scoffed, declaring he was a grown man and could handle himself.

By the fifth glass, however, his words were starting to slur, and his normally sharp gaze was softening. He was leaning closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her skin.

"Y/N," he said, his tone thick with something other than alcohol. "You look... beautiful tonight."

Y/N blushed, ducking her head slightly. "Thanks, Chuuya. You're not looking too bad yourself."

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Don't try to change the subject." He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You deserve all the good things in the world, you know that? More than anyone I know."

He was getting dangerously close. She could smell the wine on his breath, the faint trace of his usual cologne, a heady combination that was making it difficult to breathe.

"Chuuya," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of the bar. "Maybe you should slow down a little?"

He ignored her, his fingers now tangling in her hair. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he murmured, his voice rough with a desire he usually kept carefully hidden.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above hers. Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence that had suddenly fallen between them. She knew she should stop him. She knew he'd probably regret this in the morning, blaming the alcohol for his lapse in judgment. But right now, with his intoxicating gaze locked on hers, and the warmth of his breath on her skin, all she could think about was the overwhelming urge to kiss him back.

He didn't give her a chance to decide. With a soft groan, he closed the distance, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both clumsy and surprisingly tender. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on hers, the taste of wine and something else, something deeper and more intoxicating.

This was a mistake. She knew it. But God, it felt so right.

The kiss deepened, and Y/N found herself melting into it, her own reservations dissolving with each passing second. She closed her eyes, abandoning the logical part of her brain that screamed warnings. Her hands, which had been nervously hovering at her sides, now crept up to cup his face, her fingers tracing the soft skin of his cheeks.

The kiss wasn't perfect. It was messy, fueled by cheap wine and pent-up emotions. But it was real. It was raw. And it was exactly what she had secretly yearned for since she'd first met the fiery redhead.

Just as the kiss was escalating beyond the point of no return, a raucous laugh boomed from a nearby table. The sound, jarring and unwelcome, snapped Y/N back to reality. She pulled away, her cheeks burning with heat.

Chuuya blinked, his eyes unfocused for a moment. He ran a hand through his ginger hair, a sheepish expression creeping onto his face. "Sorry," he mumbled, his voice thick with embarrassment. "Got a little carried away."

Y/N forced a smile, trying to regain her composure. "It's okay," she said, though the words felt hollow, even to her own ears. "You've had a lot to drink."

The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable. The low hum of the bar suddenly seemed deafening. Y/N avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the half-empty glasses of wine on the table.

"Maybe we should go," she suggested, her voice barely a whisper.Chuuya nodded, relief evident in his eyes. He signaled to a waiter, settling the bill with a speed that bordered on frantic. He avoided her eyes as they left the bar, the cool night air a welcome relief after the sultry heat inside.

The walk back to Y/N's apartment was silent and strained. Chuuya, usually a whirlwind of restless energy, walked with a quiet, almost subdued demeanor. Y/N fought the urge to fill the silence, terrified of what words might tumble out.

When they finally reached her doorstep, Chuuya stopped, turning to face her. He looked utterly miserable, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of regret and something else... longing?"Y/N," he began, his voice hesitant. "About what happened back there..." Y/N held up a hand, cutting him off. "Don't," she said softly. "Don't say anything. Just... just forget it happened. You were drunk. I understand."

Chuuya's face tightened. "I don't want to forget it," he said, his voice gaining a newfound resolve. "I meant what I said, Y/N. About you being beautiful. About you deserving everything good. I meant it all."

He took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. "Maybe I was drunk," he admitted. "But the alcohol just loosened my tongue. It didn't invent those feelings. They've been there for a long time."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was the moment where everything could change. But fear, that constant companion, held her back."Chuuya," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

"We can't. We work together. It would be too complicated."He scoffed. "Complicated?" he repeated, his voice edged with frustration. "So what? Since when have we ever shied away from complicated?"

He closed the remaining distance between them, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "Don't push me away, Y/N," he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. "Not when I'm finally being honest with you... and with myself."

And in that moment, looking into his earnest, alcohol-fueled eyes, she knew she couldn't resist anymore. She knew the risks, the potential consequences, but she also knew that she couldn't deny the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Okay."

Chuuya's face lit up, a smile breaking through the seriousness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers once more, this time with a tenderness and purpose that transcended the drunken passion of the bar. This time, there was no turning back.

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3 make sure to eat and drink and i hope you all are doing well physically and mentally! :)

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