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thadelightfulone · 5 years ago

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Keep Me In Mind

Part Two of my submission for the Quarantine Writing Challenge hosted by @shaekingshitup and @chaneajoyyy. [PART ONE]

Took this as an opportunity to write for someone new...ENJOY!

Pairing: Thick Black!OC - Lexi Washington and Rome Flynn

“One night, Rome! That is all I asked for. Was that too much? I just don’t understand how he could do this to me again.” She cries into the phone.

“Hey, hey, hey.” She quiets down, “Just breathe,” and he can hear her inhaling deeply on the line, “Where are you now?”

Lexi called Rome crying about Drew again. Last night, he once again ruined her plans for the evening. Drew knew she wanted a night to herself, and she even told him to go out with his boys. All she wanted was a few hours to relax and unwind from the bullshit week she had. And he couldn’t even do that. Drew was there when she got home, yelling, screaming, and acting a fool with the guys online instead. Rome knew this already because he was online with them.

Rome waits a few moments, then repeats his question. Lexi takes her time answering him as usual, knowing that she is going to tell him so he can pick her up. This has become a routine for them. She calls him complaining about her boyfriend, he listens and then offers to take her out to get her mind off things. It shouldn’t even be a part of their relationship, but it is; this is what they have become.

“At the house.” She steps out of the kitchen into the doorway to grab her coat and purse, “I’ll be on the steps.” Opening the door to go out, she slows once he speaks.

“Nah, stay inside. I’ll let you know when I’m there.” Lexi closes the door, turning on her heel and heading past the kitchen.

Lexi walks to the office and sits down at the desk, “Ok, text me, so you don’t have to come inside.”

“Lex, relax.” He jumps in his car, starting it up. “I got you. You just choose where you want to go, ok. That’s all I want you to worry about.”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll see you when you get here.” They end the call, and Lexi looks at the picture frame on her left. It is a photo of Drew and her in better times, enjoying the natural beauty at her favorite park. Before things became so strained that they could barely talk to one another without it turning into an argument - he makes a demand of her, and she wants him to ask respectfully. She makes a simple request, and he fights her tooth and nail just to avoid doing it.

Lexi closes her eyes, she is so sick of the fighting and his treatment of her and their relationship, but she doesn’t want to leave. She loves him, and she believes somewhere deep down, he loves her, too. She has no idea how they got to this point, but she has hope it’ll get better.

Folding her arms on top of the desk, Lexi puts her head down and nods off. Only waking when she hears voices coming down the hall towards the office. She sits up and tries to wipe her face of any sleep real quick. A short knock precedes the door opening, and she sees Rome walk in with Drew behind him. He stays at the door.

“Yo man, the next tournament is in a week. You playing with us, right?” Drew asks, clapping him on the back.

Shrugging him off, “Of course, you know you need me.” Rome looks over at Lexi, who is fluffing her hair and rubbing her eyes before standing up, “Ready to go?”

“Yup,” she walks over to Drew and kisses him on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, sure.” He steps back into the main hall, then turns around, walking backward as he faces them both, “Oh, and can you bring me back some chips and ice cream? I finished both earlier.”

“Really, Drew? You were just out, why didn’t you get some?”

“It’s not my job to make sure the pantry stays full.” Rome shakes his head while Drew smiles at her, “Besides, I didn’t say anything about you finishing off the rest of the Crown last night.” Turning back around, he makes a left down the hall. Lexi groans.

“Come on, let’s go,” Rome interjects before Lexi can follow after him just to say something back. He has been here when one of their arguments started, and he does not feel like playing referee today. Grabbing her shoulders, he leads her away in the opposite direction towards the front of the house.

Walking to his car, Rome opens the door and lets her get settled as he makes his way around to the driver’s side. He watches as Lexi leans back in the seat, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. They both sit there quietly. Rome’s eyes on Lexi taking in the view from the bottom up. Lexi is wearing classic white slip-on Vans with some dark denim jeans and a pink and purple ombre peasant top. Her burgundy and dark brown natural curls twisted out, framing her face. Rome smiles while staring at her when she removes her hands from her face.

“Can I get my face back?” Big black eyes behind rose gold-rimmed glasses along with the deepest dimples he has ever seen laugh at him. Her laughter causes her cute chubby cheeks to rise and her eyes to flutter. "I hate when you do that, you know?" She pushes at his arm.

Shrugging the push-off, Rome looks over at Lexi, "Do what?" Starting the ignition to warm the car up, he sits back in his seat, waiting for her answer.

"That!" Lexi points at his face, "That right there." She grabs her phone and tries to snap a picture of him. Rome turns away before the flash, and she catches a perfect profile shot of him. He is looking out the front of the car, his 5 o'clock shadow appearing between his mustache and attempt at a beard. Spotting a new short cut, she can see the waves coming in. And she knows he is smiling at her even while he faces forward. The beautiful bastard. She saves the picture and puts her phone away.

"So, you don't want me looking at you?" Quickly turning her way, he sees her slowly nod at him before nervously biting her lip. Putting the car in gear, he begins to laugh, "Not gonna happen." They pull off, and Rome grabs her left hand with his right, squeezing it before settling it on his thigh.

Lexi looks down at their hands intertwined; it's not a new sight because they do it all the time. But for some reason, today, it just feels different and not necessarily in a bad way. "Where are we going?"

Focusing on the road, "Have you eaten today?" Rome inquires. Lexi rolls her eyes, focus outside of the window while mumbling the answer. "Lex?"

"No," she huffs out.

"When was the last time you ate?" He stops at a red light to look at her fidgeting in the passenger seat.

Groaning, she finally looks back at him. "Not since lunch yesterday." He squeezes her hand on his lap. "I did- I did have food to eat last night, Rome, but I was so pissed off about Drew being home and fucking up my evening-" she sighs, "I couldn't bring myself to eat it. So, I let him have it."

"And drowned your sadness in that bottle of Crown I left at the house?" She nods her head in response, "You don't even drink whiskey." He proclaims.

"I know.” She whines, “Why do you think you didn't hear from me until this afternoon?" Lexi rolls her eyes, "On the plus side, I did get to soak in my bathtub and woke up there, too." She starts laughing, and Rome can't help but join her.

"What am I going to do with you, Lex?" What am I going to do about you? He thinks to himself.

The light turns green, and Rome takes off. The car is quiet again except for the radio in the background. Everything I Miss At Home by Cherrelle is playing softly. Rome peeks over at Lexi, who is quietly singing the song. Loud enough that she didn't think he would hear her.

Rome pulls up in front of a restaurant. He parks the car and gets out to catch the passenger door before Lexi does. He didn't need to rush because she is dumbfounded, looking up at the familiar place.

Hearing her door open, Lexi looks up at Rome. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" he replies, helping her out of the car and closing the door behind her.

"Italian, Rome?" He is still confused by her comment as they enter the restaurant. They are greeted by the owner, who remembers Lexi from the previous evening and shakes her hand, welcoming her back. Rome looks at her as she nervously says hello to the man. "This is my favorite Italian restaurant.

"Ahhhh, so your dinner last night was from here?" She mouths yup as the owner leads them to a table. Rome follows behind Lexi, eyes roaming her body and especially those thick hips swaying in her jeans. He inwardly groans as she slides into the booth.

"Well, I knew you loved Italian. I just didn't know you knew about this place." He finally replies while sitting down.

"Yeah, I love this place. It's actually where Drew and I first met." Lexi ends that statement, gently realizing how awkward this must be. "I'm sorry."

Rome taps the table before looking up at her, "No need to apologize for that."

"But I mean, he's -" Lexi stops speaking as Rome shakes his head.

"I know who he is." He cuts her off, "And I know who you are. There's no need to say any more than that." Rome picks up the menu, sighing behind it.

He didn't mean to act like that towards her, but he didn't want to talk about Drew. He didn't want to talk about anything that reminded him that Lexi does not belong to him even if that is part of a long-overdue conversation between the two.

Putting the menu back down, "I should be the one apologizing to you." Lexi looks up from her menu, confused. "Why don't we get something in your stomach first, and then we'll talk?" Like it was planned, Lexi's stomach answers for her, and they both laugh, erasing the quickly rising tension at the table.

Lexi orders her favorite dish from the night before, Stuffed Chicken Marsala, and decides to get it over mashed potatoes tonight. Rome orders Chicken Florentine over Angel Hair pasta. They both order different flavored Italian sodas and Minestrone to start.

Their food arrives, and they eat in comfortable silence. Lexi sneaking peeks at Rome since she can’t figure out what he wants to talk about with her. They have always been able to talk with one another about everything, so this doesn’t make any sense. He looked so serious when he brought it up, too. He cut her off when speaking, and he has never done that before. If she is honest with herself, Rome has always been there for her in ways that Drew never has. Finished with her food, she drops her fork on the plate and openly scrutinizes Rome, hoping he will look up from his plate so they can start this conversation.

Rome senses Lexi’s eyes on him and pays so much attention to his food that he scrapes the plate while cutting his chicken. He completes the task at hand and puts the knife down. It feels like he is under a microscope, and Rome doesn’t understand where this nervous energy around Lexi is coming from. He has always been her sounding board and a voice of reason for when she wants to just talk in a judgment-free zone. And she has been that for him on occasion as well, so what changed?

His phone vibrates against the table, and he looks down at it. Drew. The unspoken matter between them. Why is he calling him now? “It’s your man.” He tells Lexi.

“He’s your best friend,” she declares. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom while you two talk or whatever.” She sets her napkin beside her plate and gets up from the booth.

Rome watches her before picking up the phone. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“When are you guys coming back? I want my ice cream.” Drew complains into the phone.

“Are you serious? As long as we have been gone, you could have went and got some.” Rome states matter-of-factly.

“I know, I know. But I asked her to get it for me. So, I expect her to do that.” Rome pulls the cell away from his ear to look down at it. This cannot be the same dude he grew up with acting like this. “Can you make sure you stop before bringing her home?”

“Yeah. Bye.” Rome ends the call, not wanting to entertain him anymore. The waitress appears as Lexi makes her way back to the table.

“Would you like anything else?” She asks them. Rome nods at Lexi, who shakes her head.

“No, that’ll be all. Thanks.” The waitress drops off the check and collects their plates before leaving them alone.

“What did your bestie want?” Lexi smirks at him.

“Stop that mess.” Rome waves her off as he takes cash out of his wallet to pay for their meal. “He wanted to know when his ice cream would be making it home.”

“The ice cream? But not me?” Lexi questions.

“I was kindly asked to make sure we stop before bringing you home.” Rome stands and takes Lexi’s hand, helping her up.

“Wow, ok.” They wave goodbye to the owner and waitress on their way out. “You are just taking me straight home, right?” She asks as they get into the car.

“Is that what you want?” Lexi shrugs as Rome goes on, “Is it worth the argument?” He starts the car, heading back towards their house.

“No, but I am over whatever game he is playing.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I just want to be respected and treated as an equal. Something he stopped seeing me as a long time ago.” She grabs his left hand, linking their fingers before settling them in her lap, “Why can’t he be more like you?” Under her breath, why can’t he be you?

Rome is quiet until George Duke’s No Rhyme, No Reason plays on the radio. He starts singing along, knowing exactly how the man feels except he isn’t married, but he definitely finds himself wanting the woman next to him. Lexi smiles in the dark while listening to him sing.

The car stops in front of the house, and Lexi mentally prepares herself to deal with whatever mess Drew is about to start. Rome comes around to her side as she gets out. He grabs her hand in his as they walk up to the front door. Turning her around before she goes inside, he sees the tears start to run down her face. Rome leans over and kisses Lexi’s cheek, “Just keep me in mind.”

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bleedingrose7098 · 5 years ago

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¤ His Silver Kitty ~ Chapter 1 ¤

(READ THE PROLOGUE FIRST)

(Summary ~ Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was determined to make this one blossom into the beautiful flower he knew she could be.)

Chapter Title ~ I Believe

Language ~ English

Song reference ~ I Believe By Younha

☆ Taehyung's Point of view ☆

"You idiot! You brought her with you?!" Minho shouted. He looked back and forth between me and (Y/n) repeatedly then back to the road. I sighed and scratched the back of my head sheepishly.

"I didn't want to leave her alone." I reasoned, looking back at (Y/n) who huddled herself into a small ball on the backseats of Minho's car.

The window was open on her side and one of her hands were hanging out of it to feel the rain. She gazed out of the window blankly.

"She attempted to commit suicide Taehyung! You don't know that she won't do it again!" He said to me. I rolled my eyes a nudged him.

"Don't be so loud. She might hear you." I said to him. He laughed at me. He laughed hard.

"You really are an idiot. She's a hybrid Taehyung! She would be able to hear you breathing even when you try to hold your breath." He laughed.

"And you want to actually take care of her? You know nothing about hybrids!" He continued.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

"No! I don't know the first thing about hybrids but i can damn well try!" I yelled out in frustration. Minho hit his lip then sighed.

"Fine. Fine. Okay. First you'll need to officially register her as your hybrid. I'll take you to the agency." He agreed. I smiled brightly at him, showing him my famous boxy smile.

"Thank you hyung. I really appreciate it." I thanked. He rolled his eyes and continued driving.

I took my phone out of my pocket and pressed the home button to check my notifications.

Jin Hyung 33 Missed calls and 42 Missed messages

Jungkook 12 Missed messages

Jimin 8 Missed calls

Namjoon 1 Missed message and 1 Missed call

I laughed and turned off my phone once again and shoved it into my pocket. Unbelievable.

They can't just act like they care when they realise they need me. It dosen't work like that.

☆ (Y/n)'s Point of view ☆

We were in Minho's car driving to the agency. Minho was apart of the boygroup Shinee. I usually watched him on tv when my old owner payed the electricity bill.

I only realised Taehyung was famous too when he was rushing me towards the bus stop where Minho's car was waiting and billions of girls were screaming, "Taehyung oppa!" And, "V oppa!"

Only then i realised what he was dragging me into.

The car was now silent. We drove through the streets with the radio on, playing quietly as the rain now was heavier and louder then the noices coming from the speakers.

The agency of hybrid adoption was a place I've been to many times. It was a quick process of signing a single form which they then photocopied and faxed to the main office. After this was done you could take the hybrid home after purchasing an earring set or a collar. I've always gotten collars because my owners could never afford to pierce my ears since it cost alot more for hybrids.

The car finally pulled up the the agency. There was writing at the front that i was never able to read since i haven't been taught to read or write. The engine stopped after Minho took his car key out of the slot. Taehyung opened his door and walked over to my door to open it for me.

I looked up at him blankly as he held out his hand for me to grab. I put my hand in his and let him pull me up from my seat. He closed the car door after i got out then put his arm around my neck and hung it loosely. He smiled at me comfortingly as he led me inside. He looked up at the security guard who's face i knew all too well and started to speak.

"I would like to sign a fo--"

"God you're back here again?! How much times are you going to get adopted?" The man laughed.

"Hey Seoho! The silver head's back! You owe me some money!" The man called out to the open door that was at the back of the room. Taehyung eyebrows furrowed in anger

"Excuse me?! You were betting on her not having an owner again?! That is so sick!" Taehyung growled. He pushed past the guard and marched over to the front desk with my wrist tightly clutched in his hand. The guard snickered as i walked past him. My face has no emotion as i followed Taehyung's lead. Minho wait inside his car whilst playing a game in his phone to cure his boredem.

"I need to sign an adoption form please." Taehyung said the the old woman at the desk. Without looking up, she grabbed a form and slid it over to Taehyung and chucked a pen to him. He caught it before it rolled off of the table with a glare on his face. He muttered an annoyed thanks before taking the papers to the seating area.

He sat down first then patted the space next to him for me to sit down also. I crawled onto the couch and sat on it with my knees to me chest and feet off of the floor. Taehyung noticed my weird habit but didn't say anyting about it. He saw that I've done this before in the car and thought that maybe it felt more comfortable for my tail this way.

Then he started to fill out the form with a pen in his hand.

"What's you full name?" He asked.

"Sakurai (Y/n)." I whispered.

"Sakurai? That sounds like a Japanese family name?" Taehyung noticed. I nodded and kept quiet. He sighed but didn't continue to pry.

"Date of birth?" He asked.

"1998. May."

"May what?" He questioned. I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes, resting them against my knees.

"How many times have you been adopted?" He asked. This time he listened closely, he was obviously curious about this one.

"5." I said simply. His eyes widened slightly but he didn't comment on it. Even though i know he wanted to.

"Okay the rest is for me to fill out." He said as he started to write in the boxes. I nodded and waited silently for him to finish so we could leave. This place made me feel anxious. I guess it showed by the way my foot kept tapping impatienly on the sofa, shaking my whole body it the process.

"HOLY SHIT! IT'S TRUE! THE SILVER HEAD IS BACK!" A guard shouted. I tucked my head further into my knees and tried to block at out the noise. The guard walked towards me and picked up some of my hair and started twirling it between his fingers.

"What did you do this time, Silver?" He asked with a smirk. I ignored him, trying to close my eyes and wish for everything to dissapear.

Then he tugged on my hair hard causing me to sqeak. Taehyung looked up from the paper and furrowed his brows in confusion. That was untill he saw the man holding my hair in a tight grip. His look went from confusion to anger.

"Answer me, Silver." The guard said through gritted teeth. Taehyung stood up suddenly then walked towards the guard. He pushed him backwards with force, making the man stumble backwards amd let go of my hair. My breath hitched. I watched as Taehyung kept pushing the man backwards, taking out his anger on him.

No. This isn't what i wanted. I hated humans. But i hated violence more.

"Stop." I whispered as tears clouded my vision. Taehyung couldn't hear my quiet voice over his yelling.

"What gives you the right to touch her?!" He growled. The volume of his voice making me press my ears further into my hair then they already were.

"Please." I whispered again. Nobody payed any mind to me. After all, i was just a hybrid. Me being a crying hybrid didn't make any difference to them.

My breathing got heavier and heavier as i noticed it started to get hard for me to breathe. I gasped in for air but i felt as if nothing was being inhaled.

A panic attack? Not now. I can't deal with passing out now. I can't do this again here.

"You were clearly bothering her! Right, (Y/n)?!" Taehyung yelled, whipping his head back to me to listen for an answer. His face dropped, seeing me in tears sliding down to the floor, clawing at my chest in hopes to give me some air.

Taehyung was by my side in a second. He kneeled to the floor and took my face into his hands. He made me look him in the eyes. That was when i noticed his sparking blue contacts and how they complimented him so well.

This wasn't the time to be admiring him.

"Breathe." He said simply. He rubbed my cheeks and my tears away in the process. He breathed in slowly to demonstrate to me and asked me to copy. I did as he asked and started breathing in. Air filled my lungs slowly as i started to get back to the normal pace of breathing.

I was shocked. He stopped my panic attack. That has never happened to me before. I've always had one then passed out from lack of oxygen. One of the many things wrong with me which made my owners think twice before purchasing me. The only reason they have was because i was a rare breed of cat hybrids. The Siberian cat. Also known as the silver haired beauties. At least that was what i was told by my mother before i was sold to a buyer back in Tokyo.

Taehyung then brought me to his chest and hugged me.

"I gave you a panic attack... I'm sorry." He mumbled into my hair. I breathed in his scent over and over again, almost smiling as i smelt the smell of home. My eyes were closed as i started to relax into his hold. I could feel myself difting off in a sleep.

"I'll do better from now on. I promise. I'll protect you..."

I believe you...

(Author-Nim ~ Hey Mochies! Did you enjoy?! Please comment what you thought! I read every comment! Ask some questions if you'd like! Don't be a shy reader! ILY Mochies!)

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