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(Y/n) Hargreeves
WE BLINKED INSIDE THE APARTMENT. I GROAN SLIGHTLY, HOLDING MY NECK, "Jesus Christ." Both me and Five walked into the living room where Diego was getting tend by Lila. "Oh. He isn't dead." I rolled my eyes, grabbing tissues for the both of us.
"Disappointed?"
"Oh, to see you? Always."
"So much hostility in such a tiny package." I ignored the pain on my neck, focusing my attention towards Five's scratch neck by Pogo. At least I'd remember Pogo by these damn scratches, "Stop moving," I whispered as I place slight pressure on the wound. "Did you cut yourself shaving? I could teach you to shave like a big boy."
"No, I just ran into an old family friend." Five sighed, noticing my cut, he gently move some hair out of the way. Below the scratches you could see the tattoos I gotten on the side of the neck. Quickly realizing why Five glanced on my neck, I changed the topic by finding Elliott still tied on the chair.
"You didn't untie him?" I looked at Lila, my hand covering the tat.
"Was I supposed to?"
"At least have some of dignity." I sighed before Five grabbed my hand, taking us somewhere private. "Why the fuck do you have tattoos on your neck?" Five's brow furrowed in confusion.
"That's none of your business." I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms. 'Now he wants to care about me? What a joke.' I mentally scoffed inside my head. "I'm making it my business. You're suddenly showing up with these tattoos on your damn neck. All you say that isn't my business, that's bullshit." Five scoffed.
"It's nothing, alright?" I placed my hand on his cheek, telling him a promising tone. "Fine, I trust you, love." Five sigh in defeated before placing a kiss on my forehead.
