R6s Operators x Male Reader [Discontinued]

Late Night Calls (Dokkaebi)

Never written inside a guy's POV. Is it different? Idk
*Disclaimer: The photo above is NOT my art*

You lied in the silk sheets, drowning yourself in the loneliness you had once forgotten. Staring at the popcorn ceiling, the fan blew above. It was so silent. Silent was not a thing you were used to. Sure, you could've used some peace and quiet, but this was not the peace and quiet you asked for. The cars were bustling out in the thundering storm, but that didn't bother you. It was her lost presence.

Grace would happily come home into your arms, talking about her day and asking about yours. She'd just crawl into your embrace and wind down out of the relentless world.

And it was crazy and stressful for her. You knew that, but she hid it. Almost well enough, almost. Grace came home with a smile, a smile that charmed you into a trance. Smiles could be faked, easily. That's what she did, fake all her warm smiles until the end of the day. Until she felt your warmth, your affection. You made her feel, good.

When Grace would come home panicking, you would simply do your best to keep her calm and safe. She loved bubble baths. You would wash her silky black hair, and soothe all her worries and fears. You set up vanilla scented candles and set the water to her liking, but Grace was never picky, she just wanted you to be there for her.

It was a routine, Grace would come home late in the dead of night and you two would relax and talk. Just talk.

But Grace came home with tears pricking at her eyes on that melancholic Thursday. You remember the thought so vividly, the thought of her running to you and sobbing. Her tears soaked your shirt, screaming into your chest something inaudible but you knew what it was. It was inevitable.

She didn't want to go. She hated the fact that it was her duty and her job caused this. You wrapped her in your trembling arms, holding back unwanted emotions that wanted to let free. All you wanted to do was to be with her, and be, normal. To sit on the couch and eat buttery popcorn and fall asleep with each other. To come home and eat dinner together. To cuddle again. To feel her touch. To see her presence. All she seeked for was a normal relationship. And all you wanted was the same.

But you would stay strong, for her. Grace would do the same. Although you couldn't see her, the only thing that would satiate the loneliness were the calls.

Late night calls at whatever time, she would call. It was not the same. That was the only thing you could do together, call. Talk until sleep took over.

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You heard the buzz of your phone, vibrating on the dresser next to you. Smiling and clutching the phone in your clumsy hands, you read the bright letters, Gracey. You liked calling her that.

Flicking on the dim light and picking up the phone to see her, with bags under her usual youthful eyes. She grinned with the saddest look, a smile that was just melancholic. Nevertheless you loved her smile.

"How's you're day?"
"Tiring." She bluntly answered giggling quietly to herself.

You sighed taking in her face and voice before she asked about your night.

"How are you doing?"

"I haven't been sleeping in, like, four hours or something like that," you mumbled.

"Babe! Get some sleep, it's not healthy!" You shrugged and gave her a well-I-didn't-know-what-to-do look.

"But I wanna talk to you!" You complained.

"It's okay to tell me I called too late, and go to sleep," she said so matter-of-factly.

"Buuuuuut, this is the only way to really talk to you." Grace nodded, swaying her head from side to side, mumbling a tired 'true true'.

"Oh! I didn't tell you this, but I got some gossip." You loved drama, it was amusing to hear about her life. So preparing for a long story, you enveloped yourself in the now comforting sheets of your bed.

"Continue."

"Ok, I heard there's been like a new girl that has rumored to have hooked up with James (Smoke). He won't tell us, so me and Yumiko (Hibana) have been trying to get to know who the mystery girl is." She clapped in excitement.

"Did you come up with, like, a list of people?" Grace nodded.

"Some people we thought of is ummmm Elena (Mira), but that's most likely not true. Yumiko also thought of our new pilot, her name's Maya. She's a cute girl, and James and her get along really well."  Grace paused and something gleamed in her eyes, joy. She loved talking to you.

"Maybe a little... too well." Her mischievous smirk made your laughter blossom.

"There is one girl in particular that is ninety-five percent the girl who he hooked up with. I've met her once when he invited her to this bar for some drinks, and her name is Olivia. She's cute, too. Man, James talks about her. A lot. Yumiko thinks he talks about her too much to the point it's, suspicious." You raised an eyebrow, petty drama is what you lived for.

"Not just talking about, like, oh 'Olivia is such a good friend'," she mocked James's British accent.

"He was like, saying how she's so pretty and nice and too good of a partner. Let me say that again, partner. He didn't even mention the word friend."

"Well, he could just say partner 'cause that doesn't really mean a relationship."

"Who says PARTNER?" You sighed and shrugged in defeat at your point.

       You admired the serious look on her face, driven with determination to find out this girl.

"Also, we saw them kinda get close. You know, James swooping her hair behind and whispering something in her ear, and then laughing as if that was the funniest thing they had ever heard. They're just, too close sometimes."

"Damn, it's really not a mystery girl anymore, honey." You said.

"I know right? Crazy," she paused, "and today Yumiko and I met up with Olivia at the uhhh- what's the cafe I really liked?"

"Oh, isn't it... Talkhouse?"

"Yeah yeah, that one. So we met up to talk. We asked Olivia about the new girl James met up with, and she answered with a lot of, nervousness. At the same time, she isn't the most talkative person."

    You yawned, eyelids feeling heavy and drowsy. Your head was giving up to sleep. Grace giggled.

"(Y/N), go to sleep. I'll call you earlier next time, I'm sorry for calling so late."

"No. Need. To. Be. Sorry," you managed to slur out.

"Alright," she smiled lovingly at you, "goodnight, big man. I love you"

    Your head pounded in pain, but you grinned.

"Saranghae." You attempted to say. Remembering from last night how she tried to teach you that phrase, I love you. Although you did jack it up.

"Ohhh! So, now you're learning Korean? Ahhh that's funny." She blew you a kiss and you reluctantly hung up. The phone beeping three times before her face disappeared.

You sighed and flopped onto the pillows, shutting your half lidded eyes, slowly falling into the long awaited slumber.

Done. Another day has been ended, but many days till you reunite. For now, late night calls will do.
                          

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