Tired, Free de la Hoya x Reader

Chapter 2

This chapter is also now rewritten, I hope you all like it !

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Y/n couldn't help but frown, a sense of frustration building up within her as she observed Free de la Hoya's cocky demeanor. In the midst of a tense moment, her fingers instinctively reached out to grasp his wrist and she yanked him backwards, but she quickly masked the telltale blush that crept onto her cheeks. She certainly didn't want him to notice her vulnerability.

Free's swift reaction to her touch caught her off guard as he spun around to meet her gaze. His expression remained a riddle, impossible to decipher. He simply stared at her, intensifying the already palpable tension in the room. Y/n's frown deepened as she released her grip on his wrist. She did not know if he took notice of her hostility yet but frankly she didn't care all that much yet.

With a hint of exasperation, she voiced her thoughts, "I think you're the problem here."

Free tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow in response. "This team would crumble if I leave," he retorted with a nonchalant shrug.

The e/c-eyed young woman crossed her arms, her frustration growing. "Why would you talk about your own team that way?"

His response was blunt, "Truth."

Y/n let out an exasperated sigh, realizing that Free de la Hoya wasn't the most easiest person she'd encountered. Her mind raced, pondering her next words. "You act like nothing is ever good enough for you," she sneered, a hint of regret flickering in her eyes. Had she been too harsh in her judgment? She hardly knew this boy, but his initial impression wasn't the most favorable. She bit her lip and winced inwardly, cringing at her own words and her head telling her to just leave.

Free, however, seemed entirely unfazed by her comment. If anything, his expression grew even more dull and disinterested. It immediately made Y/n self-conscious. Was she truly that uninteresting? Moreover, she couldn't help but think how much more appealing he might appear with a touch of emotion. She grimly considered how other girls might swoon over him if his face wasn't so eerily emotionless. Ugh....why am I thinking of that? She shook her head and avoided his gaze. She wasn't afraid of him, just profoundly annoyed.

"That's your opinion, L/n," Free responded with an air of indifference. "You don't know the truth."

She glanced quickly up at him, regretting her nosiness. Why was she prying so much? Maybe she should just leave him alone and prevent herself from appearing overly obsessed. At this point she seems like those nosy paparazzi who follow the celebrities every move. Besides, he had already caught her staring.

Free, however, wore a faint smirk as he took a step closer. Y/n could feel his eyes boring into her, and she fought the urge to meet his dark, penetrating gaze. His voice, low and suggestive, broke the silence. "You're a curious little thing, aren't you?" His hot breath brushed against her face, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She cringed backwards, not used to such forward actions this suddenly.

Y/n's thoughts raced, torn between irritation and fascination. Free de la Hoya remained an enigma, and it seemed that unraveling his mysteries would be an intriguing journey, albeit one filled with unexpected challenges.

Y/n couldn't deny that her blush had become all too apparent, but she wasn't about to concede defeat just yet. "Learned from the best," she muttered under her breath, thinking of her best friend who had a knack for bombarding her with questions. She was itching to ask it. It just cannot be helped. Curiosity could be one hell of a disease. She cautiously glanced up at Free. "So... what's the truth?"

Free released a slow, contemplative breath and nonchalantly shrugged, his trademark smirk making a reappearance. "That's for me to know—"

"And me to find out?" Y/n interjected, determined not to back down.