Play that Song (Given x Reader) REPUBLISHED AND DISCONTINUED!!!

Chapter 12

Underline are English words (no song for this chapter)

I apologize beforehand for any confusion caused by this chapter

Y/n POV:

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Be- "GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!" Hiroshi yells at me over the beeping alarm clock.

Groaning, I reach over and turn it off and yell back, "THE ONLY LAZY ASS IN THIS APARTMENT IS THE 26-YEAR OLD WHO CAN BARELY LIVE BY HIMSELF AND VISITS US EVERY OTHER WEEK!"

"STOP YELLING!" I hear my mother yell-growl at us, making the both of us shut up. Hiroshi may make fun of me for flinching under her gaze, but he's just as afraid once it's directed at him.

Once I finish my morning routine, I walk out into the kitchen, wearing my comfy clothes as usual. I see both Hiroshi and mom sitting at the table eating a nice breakfast one of them prepared. I walk over to the stove and grab myself some eggs, bacon, and toast that was already there, which puzzles me.

'Did someone forget this or did someone make it for me?' I think as I put it on my plate and walk over to the table, sitting across from Hiroshi and sitting to the left of my mother. Before I can dig into the delicious-looking food, the annoying male across from me clears his throat, making both me and Mom look at him.

"Ahhh, Y/n, weren't you going to say something to Mom earlier?" he says in a fatherly manner, making me rack my brain, trying to remember what I needed to say to her. Quickly, the conversation from 2 nights ago pops into my mind, and I immediately begin to feel bad.

Turning to my mother, avoiding her eyes, I say, "Oh...Mom...I'm sorry for what happened 2 nights ago. I wasn't thinking and I ended up not considering your feelings. Please forgive me." Slightly bowing in my seat, I apologize, hoping she wasn't too upset.

"Your reaction was understandable, you were close to him. However, I didn't expect you to get so upset," she says calmly, but still makes the guilt in me thrash around in the pit of my stomach. "I'm willing to move most of his things to the spare room with his old drums, but we will have to go through his stuff at some point," she says, helping all of us come to an agreement.

"...Thank you," I quietly say, glad I could keep my father's things for a little longer. "I might dust that room out if you're going to move the stuff there. That drumset is getting really old and dusty, not to mention the small cobwebs in the corners," I suggest, willing to take care of his things.

"Sounds like a plan. Now, give me a hug, I missed you yesterday," Mom says while standing up and opening her arms, going back to her normal, cheery tone. I stand, move towards her, and enter her embrace, enjoying the touch. I bury my face in her work clothes, relishing in the smell. While I may not be the most touch-starved teen out there, I still long for it. However, I don't like others touching me unless I initiate it, kinda like a cat; I'll cuddle with you if I start it first, but will run away or scratch your eyes out if you touch me without permission.

"And don't think you can escape this either, Hiroshi," I hear her tell Hiroshi.

"Yeah, I don't think so," he says, acting so "cool" in front of us.

"P*ssy," I whisper loudly enough for both of them to hear, earning a light slap to the back of my head from my mother. Slowly, a chair scratches across the floor and I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. We stay here for a few seconds before my stomach loudly gargles, telling me I haven't eaten yet.

"Fatass, and here I thought we were having a moment," Hiroshi smugly says, also earning him a slap on the back of the head, making me chuckle as I pull away from my mother's grip. I walk back to my seat, sit down and eat my warm breakfast, as I watch my mother scold my brother, pulling his ear. She says something along the lines of, 'And you wonder where they get it from,' but I'm more focused on the food and my own thoughts.