CONTENTS: profanity, alcohol, mild violence, one (1) embarrassingly lame joke
NOTES: everyone shut up i just love writing cliché, dramatic kdrama bullshit ok… please don’t yell at me if it’s not what you expected</3 also happy belated birthday to my wonderful anon :’) i hope you like this chapter dear, and thanks for always being so kind to me (and for sticking around since the very beginning!!) ♡
also fun fact (actually rly rly sad fact) — i ended up taking out the extra scene that i meant to write LMFAO. feeling rly eh about this but we’re rollin widdit it’s fine
Your photo remains plastered across Iwaizumi’s phone screen as his head spins, a multitude of emotions surging through him. A mixture of panic and anger swells in his chest while he considers his options, though limited.
The natural response would be to call or text the number back, but it’s been blocked, so Iwaizumi can only be on the receiving end.
Shit.
This is a blatant threat, the hostility of the message thinly veiled with “polite words” practically dripping through the device.
But what he can’t figure out is why.
Iwaizumi’s phone vibrates once more in his hand, the notification banner at the top of his screen indicating that he has a new message. He clenches his jaw and, seeing that it’s from the same sender, exits the picture of you to read it.
[00:00] Unknown: You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your pretty girlfriend, would you? (Attachment: 1 Image)
Iwaizumi’s grip tightens, his knuckles paling in the cold, evening air. To his dread, though as expected, it’s another picture of you.
