(Y/N) was nostalgic tonight, and she hated being Nostalgic. It was probably Zack causing this. Fuckin' Zack, bringing back memories and shit.

On nights like this, (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to cook for even herself, never mind for anybody else. Luckily, she was home alone tonight, so she could indulge in a dinner of ice cream and soju while sat on the couch.

She flicked on a lighthearted drama to try and distract herself, even though she knew that he wouldn't be able to focus on it. God, she hated nights like this.

While some girl on the TV was deciding which man to choose, (Y/N) was stuck with memories, some of which she tries to repress, coming back up against her will. And trying to drink her feelings away.

While it was lovely having Zack back in her life, it had been a while since he made an attempt to even acknowledge her existence. The last time he had shown that he cared for her must have been during the whole cult extravaganza.

After that? Nothing.

She didn't even have a family after she came home. She remembers walking into her house and smelling the blood before she saw it, leaning against the wall was her mother's b-

(Y/N) jumped when there was a knock on the door, sitting up and growing rigid. God, thinking about that still made her paranoid.

As nice as some company would be right now, she really hoped it wasn't Huo. She knew that if he came around right now that he'd be looking for help on a job, and she couldn't bring herself to work right now.

The person at the door knocked again and (Y/N) decided not to just wait until her visitor left. She pulled herself off of the couch with a sigh and went to the door and pulled it open.

She frowned when nobody was in front of the door and peaked her head out to look up at down the street. There was only one person on the street, clad in an expensive jacket with a familiar head of hair.

"I- Jay?"

He stopped walking, his shoulders tensing up.

"What're you doing here?"

He reluctantly turned around to face (Y/N). He stared in a moment, taking in the usually proud girl's vulnerable state. Her hair was more disheveled than usual due to running her fingers through it, her cheeks glowing red with alcohol, and her baggy pajamas made her look frail.

He shrugged.

"Well, did you want to come in or something? This isn't the best area for a late night stroll..."

Jay shook his head and tried to refuse, assuming that if she didn't answer the door she probably didn't want him there.

(Y/N) sighed again.

"Would you just come in? You're gonna get jumped, walking around dressed like that."

Jay pressed his lips into a thin line and made no motions to move closer to the apartment.

"Please? Or at least until somebody comes to pick you up."

He finally began walking towards the apartment and (Y/N) stepped to the side to let him in.

"You've been here before so you should know where everything is. I'll be on the couch if you need me."

Jay nodded and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a worn out armchair. He walked into the kitchen to help himself to a glass of water, and couldn't find a cup.

He didn't want to bother (Y/N), she seemed busy staring at the ceiling, so he took it upon himself to find one himself.

In his searches he found a concerning lack of snacks, a drawer filled with old phones and finally a cup.

He peaked into the living room where (Y/N) was still staring at nothing, the light of the TV illuminating her features. The only movement she made was to take a swig of soju, the ice cream she had taken out was untouched and probably melted by now.

Jay room it upon himself to order some food so she could have something to soak up the alcohol and not regret her drinking as much the next morning. He would have cooked something if she had anything in the house.

Meanwhile in the living room, (Y/N) was spiraling out of control on memory lane. Jay's expensive jacket reminding her of the first time her employer actually provided for her.

(Y/N) and Huo were still very much kids, used to living on the streets. When they were given an assignment, they assumed that they'd need to wear something easy to move in and that would hide their faces and be easy to move in.

Both were clad in black hoodies, jeans and beat up shoes, partly because that's all they had. They only realized that this would be a much more professional job when their employer came in, and it wasn't some trashy old man.

Instead, there was a tall woman dressed in an expensive suit, heels clicking on the floor and her short gray hair styled neatly. Her glasses slid down as she looked down her nose at the two preteens.

"Kids? You brought me fuckin kids?" She asked, surprising the two 'kids' with her thick Italian accent.

"Just wait 'til you see what they can do, boss. The girl put Rocco in the hospital." Some lackey, equally well dressed, explained.

"You think you're gonna represent my organization dressed like that? We are not going to a dinner party with you two dressed like a couple of damn dealers."

(Y/N), who had been the bolder of the two at the time, spoke up.

"You mean we're not dealing anything? Or jumping anyone?"

The woman laughs. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, we only let the best work in the field. We'll see how you work as a bodyguard first."

"But- wha-"

"But first, we're getting you two some new clothes."

(Y/N) felt her lips twitch with a small smile. That wasn't an awful memory. However, the sound of a gunshot coming from the TV destroyed any chances of more good memories.

She remembered the first time she had been shot, absentmindedly brushing her fingers over the spot where the scar is. She could see it like it was yesterday, being in some dank alley with Huo crying like a baby, trying to stop the bleeding with his hoodie.

Then her thoughts travelled to the first time she shot somebody and crying like a baby herself when she found out she k-

She jumped so badly that she fell off of the couch when somebody knocked on the door again. She popped her head up and looked at the door.

"Jay, is that your ride?"

No answer, obviously. (Y/N) isn't sure why she even asked, knowing that Jay wouldn't give a verbal answer. She got up to answer the door herself, but before she could Jay had gently nudged her to the side and answered it himself.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened when she saw a delivery guy on the other side of the door. Jay simply handed him a wad of cash, took the bags out of his hands and bumped the door closed with his hip.

"Jay, what? When did you-"

He brushed past (Y/N) and began to set up the different goodies he got on the coffee table, ignoring the girl.

Until he was putting out some plastic silverware and she grabbed his wrist.

"You didn't need to do that." (Y/N) said sternly.

Jay shrugged and tried to put the silverware down again but she tugged on his wrist again.

"You know you don't have to get food in order to hang out with me... right? You don't need to give me food in exchange for company. You're my friend."

Jay only grinned and nodded before guiding (Y/N) to sit down on the floor at the little place he set up for her and he sat across from her.

She looked out at the dishes he had ordered and couldn't help but salivate a bit.

"While it's unnecessary, it's also appreciated."

Jay huffed a laugh and watched (Y/N) eat a bit before he started on his own meal. It was a peaceful quiet for a few moments before (Y/N)'s head thunked on the table, luckily missing her dish.

The alcohol must have finally gotten to her.

Jay quickly got up, fussing over (Y/N) and trying to move her to at least the couch, but the girl only whined incoherently and swatted at him.

After being patted aggressively a few times, Jay gave up and ended up draping a blanket from the couch over her shoulders and taking the couch himself.

He promised himself he'd move if she woke up.

However, that ended up not happening and he dozed off as well. Only to wake up again a few hours later when (Y/N) crawled onto the couch and sprawled over him.

He tensed and tried to shake her awake but to no avail. Next tried to slip out from underneath her but ended up being aggressively patted again.

After more sleepy grumbles from (Y/N), Jay finally resigned to sharing the couch. He'd focus on how nice the warmth of another body next to him felt, not the fact that she was drooling on him and lightly snoring.

The next time Jay woke up was when there was another loud thud and (Y/N) was on the floor, scrambling towards the door.

Which somebody happened to be pounding on.

"(Y/N) PLEASE THIS IS THE LAST TIME I LOCK MYSELF OUT! JUST PLEASE LET ME IN I NEED TO PEE!" The voice begged.

(Y/N) swung open the door and glared at Huo, hungover and grumpy. The green haired boy ignored her and looked past her and into the living room.

Where Jay was sitting on the couch, looking just as disheveled as (Y/N).

Huo's jaw dropped and his eyes darted between the two.

"I fucking knew it."