No Straight Roads Oneshots

1010 x Male!Reader

Hello everyone, I hope you are doing well today! I bring you some more love for the boy band that was requested by the lovely CherryQuartzDiamond, the boys may be showered with love already from their fans, both in-game and in real life, but that doesn't stop me from making these! I've got nothing else to say so, I hope you enjoy reading this!

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(Y/N)'s POV

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The phone rang monotonously in my ear, my leg propped up against my other one, fingers drumming on my thigh, (E/C) eyes staring at the wall across from where I sat as I wait for the ringing to stop. Thirty seconds had passed and the ringing continued, my brother's phone surely isn't dead because it would've gone straight to voice mail, the same would apply if he had put it on silent. My lips pursed and my fingers drummed faster to the point that many mishaps happened and it didn't look so smooth anymore until the ringing abruptly stopped,

"Hello? Who is this?" A robotic voice spoke on the other end, and I knew immediately that it was my big brother, but I decided to check just to make sure I wasn't mistaking it for a robot who had a similar voice to him,

"Neon? Is it you?" I ask, my irises floated to the ceiling, a small smile on my lips,

"(Y/N)? Why are you calling me?" He asked, a voice had spoken in the background and it seemed like he shooed them away,

"Well I was wondering if I could come to visit you sometime this week, it's been a few years since we last saw each other!" I offered, hoping deep down in my heart that he could spare some time,

"This week? Well..." He trails off, mumbling incoherent words and the shuffling of paper could be heard in the background, "Is Thursday evening good for you?" He asked after a few minutes,

"It's perfect! So where was it that you lived again? Baraka Mansion?" I jokingly asked, chuckling to myself at how cheesy that joke was,

"Baracca Mansion, (Y/N)." He tried to sound serious but I could hear his little giggle, even my big brother is a dork,

"Alrighty then, Baracca Mansion at, let's say 5:30?"

"Sounds good to me, love you brother." 

"Love you too." After that, I hung up and tossed my phone onto my bed, spinning around on my chair to face the computer again before I continued my work, even if I was on break.

-----30 minutes later-----

I leaned back into my chair, my spine popping a few air bubbles in the process, the aftermath of it gave me a feeling of satisfaction, my eyes steered away from the blinding computer screen and gazed into the ceiling, my hands holding the back of my head. My break had ended a while ago but with how fast and efficient I do my work, and my lack of keeping track of time, I was finished before my shift was even over for today. 

However, even if my work for today was finished my mind wasn't at ease just yet, right now it's contemplating whether or not I should ask my boss if I should start on Friday's work instead of just getting off of work early like I usually would. Knowing my boss though, she would probably go ahead and let me do Friday's work if I wanted to, but I don't want to overwork myself even if I get stuff done quickly, it doesn't mean I don't get mentally exhausted, so I decided to clock out and give myself a pat on the back for another hard, yet easy day's work.

I get up off of my chair after I clock out on my computer and went to go get myself a bottle of soda as a small reward, no soda isn't the reward every time since that is unhealthy, besides I usually don't reward myself that often either. I twist the cap of the soda and the fizz of the soda being exposed to the air that rushed inside the bottle sounded almost comforting, I wait for a few moments to make sure that the soda doesn't fizz over before I take off the cap and take a swig of the soda, the carbonization tickling my throat as it went down feeling extraordinary no matter how many times you experience the same thing again and again.