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chapter 1
blue, red, and green lights are flashing right into my eyes. i cant help but squint my eyes as i walk my way through the table where my friends are. i could feel the music’s bass beats booming in my feet that I thought would be enough to trip me off. battling my way through a lot of dancing bodies is harder than wracking my brain fighting off haters online.
my friends invited me over to this certain club, telling me that i need to log off for once in my social media and stop striking back at those evil haters. but i just cant. especially right now that my favorite, supposed-to-be main character has been cancelled by the game developers because of the hate, and controversies that they’re enduring. my valko didn’t do anything!
valko, yes. that’s his name. the name of my future husband in a popular game called love and deepspace. i have been playing this game since its release. i have certain favorites, but valko? i fell in love with him at first sight. the moment that his trailer dropped i already loved him. and now, they cancelled on him. i need to fight for him!
but my friends knew how heartbroken i am due to this situation and insisted to get my mind out of him. they want me to take a break since ive been crying non-stop since the announcement. crying non-stop, talking back to every hate comment non-stop, sharing a lot of fan art, statements, and petitions non-stop, and sending a lot of emails to the game developers to reconsider him. i would do anything for him to come back.
and so, here i am. in the club. fighting my way through sweaty dancing bodies that’s grinding over any part of the body that is near them. i grimaced with disgust as i saw how wild they were acting. why did they even put the dancing stage near the entrance door, ugh.
“yo! finally you came!”
i heard my friend call out as i got near to their table after escaping a hell hole. i immediately sat down beside them and sheepishly smiled at everyone they’re with at the table. i greeted them with a quiet hello and took the bottle of beer that my friend reached out to me. i watch them leave the table one by one, and have fun on the dance floor as the songs played out change every at least ten to twenty minutes or so.
some stayed and kept on ordering buckets of beer that i have to excuse myself to the comfort room as i had already chugged down on my fifth bottle and my bladder’s screaming for release. wobbly, i safely made my way through. my head slightly became clear and light when i finished but my body can’t keep up with my clear head as the button of my pants keeps on sliding down and not hooking inside the hole.
with exasperated sigh and knitted brows i focus on clasping together the button of my pants. finally buttoning them together i went out the cubicle of the comfort room with the sweetest smile. only to be met with a red-haired guy who’s back is bulging with muscles. my eyes widen as i roam my sight, damn, look at those biceps… oh lalala~
lowkey, he reminds me of someone but i cant point out who. he’s wearing an all black outfit. black pants with black leather shoes, and a black turtle neck that are sleeveless that i could definitely lavish on those bulging biceps. its going to be bigger if he flexes it, right? wait… he?????
my eyes went wider, if that’s even possible, when i realized the gender of the person in front of me who’s also clearly shock when i went out of the cubicle as he washes his hands. he’s looking at me via the mirror with his mouth agape. lowkey, he looks so dumbly cute, what the fuck?
“wait, are you a man? what are you doing in the women’s comfort room?”
i confronted. he only looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
“i should be the one asking you that. what are you doing in the men’s comfort room?”
he said emphasizing the word men. when i heard that my sight panickingly looked around to check if what he said was true. unfortunately, he is right. i am in the men’s comfort room! oh gosh, i wish the floor could eat me. this is so embarassing.
my body and voice falters. i stutter in front of him explaining why i got there.
“im… im trying to find my husband!”
ive done it. my worst nightmare. fuck alcohol! my mind aint thinking straight anymore!
“you’re husband huh?”
he said, facing me as he wiped his hands with tissue.
“tell me then, what’s the name of this husband of yours that you’ll enter a man’s comfort room, hm?”
he questioned locking his sight on my standing as he threw away the tissue in the trash can near him. i cant think of anything. i mean, im not married. i dont even have a boyfriend! oh… wait… brilliant idea! bet he doesnt know him, i cant get away from this, hehe.
“valko”
i proudly said, giving him my biggest, sweetest smile as i imagined myself being married to the character who’s im supposed to love but got cancelled instead. at least in the reality of someone else we’re married. i noticed the man stilled on his spot eyeing me with knitted brows but i could tell in his eyes that he’s looking at me like im some kind of a crazy woman.
“why are you looking at me like that? it’s true! my husband’s name is valko!”
i declared with eagerness, with the influence of the alcohol i could say that this conversation is going to get me emotional. im still not over with the cancellation announcement of my soon-to-be husband. his reaction made me go emotional. he brushed his red hair upwards with his right hand and put his left on his hips, making his already messy hair to be more messy. he shakes his head with an unbelieving smile, not believing anything i say. that made me push the idea and imagination in my head to him further.
“stop looking at me like that! it’s true, he’s real! he said he’ll stay with me until the e-nd!”
my voice cracked as i could feel the knot in my throat whenever i felt like crying. my eyes are getting teary, staring at him directly in his eyes, determined to make him believe that im married and im trying to find my husband, valko in the men’s comfort room. yes.
his gaze at me softens and he lets out a scoff as if trying to hold back a laugh or a chuckle. he snapped his fingers and a man in black suit holding a coat came in. he gave the coat to this red haired man and helped him put it on. when the new man’s gaze went on mine he looked surprised. the red head just shook his head at him, the man just nodded and went out.
as soon as this red head finished adjusting his suit he gazed up on me up and down. how rude… i rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled softly.
“dont be mad, im not going anywhere”
“what do you mean? are you valko?”
i said with sass and sarcasm
“ouch, that hurts. my wife forgot me right away”
he said, his hand clutching his… what a big chest… i mean, he’s so dramatic! acting as if i really did hurt his heart and what do you mean my wife?!