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

Chapter 17

*Underline* is in English

'Italics' are thoughts

Haruto POV:

'Hehehehe, my evil plan is all coming together," I silently chuckle to myself as I walk Y/n home. I was being completely serious when I asked them but now that I think about it, I kinda just wanted to spend more time with them...And maybe find out where they live.

'Creepy much, Yoon Bum?' I think to myself as we continue to slowly walk with me taking occasional glances at them. They were quite cute; they probably didn't want to hear it, but it was true.

A sigh coming from Y/n shakes me out of my thoughts as I turn to look at them. I see their e/c eyes staring back into mine and my heart starts to pick up a bit. Kinda like how it did when we first met; their eyes full of emotion staring back into mine and my heart stopping for a second.

"So did you follow me to the restaurant or was that just coincidence?" Y/n asks me, bringing my heartbeat down to a slower pace.

"Remember how I asked where you were?" I respond, recalling how the memory.

"Yeah, and I told you I was in your basement with a dead body, giving you no info about where I may be. Did you manage to hack into my phone's location software or something?" they ask me, making me laugh at the idea.

"Pfftt...Don't flatter yourself, that would be too much effort," I respond making their face drop-in dumbfoundedness, making me chuckle again. "I thought I saw you walking with a group of guys into a restaurant. So when I messaged you, I wanted to see if the person I thought was you would check their phone. Which you did, so I knew it was you...But you had this sour look on your face like you just ate umeboshi, so I felt a bit sad," I say, putting on a fake pout, hoping to gain some pity.

Unfortunately for me, they just rolled their eyes while teasingly saying, "Sorry if your feelings were hurt." On the outside, my face drops, but on the inside, I chuckle at their immature behaviour.

'Like you have any place to decide what's immature,' My brain tells me as I shake my head. "Shut up, brain. I only use you for school, so back down!' I internally yell at myself.

"So...are you mixed? That kinda sounds like a rude question, but I kinda want to know" Y/n asks, shaking me from my internal battle.

"...Yeah. My Dad's Japanese and my Mom came from America, but she lives here now," I explain, bringing up my parents for the first time. "Not going to lie, when either of us, me or my Mom, go out, we get a lot of stares," I tell them, bringing up one of my anxieties. From the stories and news I've heard, I know America has probably one of the most racist and corrupt police forces, not to mention the racism that comes from average citizens who think they're sooo great. It makes me feel a bit better that I live in Japan, but there are a few racist people. I've never been the victim of it, but the thought scares me a lot.

"I'm sorry, dude," I hear Y/n say making me look into their eyes. I see nothing but sincerity and my worries begin to fade. A smile begins to make its way to my face and I feel better now as I finally tell someone one of my biggest fears.

"How did you manage to get in charge of a drum shop though?" I hear Y/n confused voice ask me, making me laugh.

'Why am I laughing so much?' I question myself as I begin to explain how I managed to get a drum store.

"So, my grandfather started the store 50 years ago or something like that, and he passed it down to my father 30 years ago. I guess my Dad planned on giving it to me when I turn 18, so he announced that he would be giving it to me on the day after my birthday. Since my birthday was the same day you saw me run into the counter, I got the shop the day after," I explain, kinda skipping over a huge piece of info that Y/n didn't know.