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"Uh, I don't think that goes in the microwave..." (Y/n) said, eyeing the golden-haired male warily. "Why is there a microwave in my bathroom anyway?"

Jaehyun had entered her room almost half an hour after Tristan had left. Not without proper supervision, of course. Somehow Leon had gotten wind of the male's presence and appointed himself their official chaperone. (Y/n) hoped he wouldn't regret his decision after watching the blond try to stuff a whole bowl of grapes into the microwave.

"I heard if you microwave grapes it'll become plasma," the boy chirped, acting like he hadn't just locked her in a cage a few hours ago. Split personality much? "I have a really cool idea for a project for that!"

(Y/n) had no idea what was going on in that mind of his. She turned to Leon with an expression that screamed "help. Me." He replied with a wince and a shake of his head. There was no stopping Jaehyun when he got passionate about something.

She was certain that the microwave was going to blow up. At least it was in the bathroom and not the bedroom where her best friend, the bed was. "Does he always do this?" She whispered, siding up to the black-haired male while keeping a watchful eye on the blond who was humming as he slicing up a bunch of grapes.

"You should be glad this is all he's doing." A chuckle rumbled through the male's chest. "Last month the f—uh, senior citizen sold my bike to buy champagne for one of his parties." He curled his lip in loathing. "F*cking r*tard." His eyes widened when he realized he'd unknowingly let a curse slip and he coughed quickly into his fist to cover it up.

(Y/n)'s lips curved into an amused smile. She chose not to comment on it for his sake. "You own a bike?"

"Did. How else am I going to get to school everyday—"

CRASH. The ceiling fan fell to the floor in an explosion of plaster and dust. Leon immediately pulled the (h/c)-haired girl behind him to shield her from the mess, his eyes narrowing as he instinctively began scanning the surroundings for the source of the chaos.

Unsurprisingly, it was Jaehyun. The blond got up from the mess, coughing as he waved the dust away from his face. He caught the two staring wide-eyed at him and he flushed. "Um, I can explain."

"You have a sh*t ton of explaining to do," Leon growled, his grip on the girl slackening. "How the f—uh, fudge did your project ruin the fu...flipping ceiling?"

"This is a talent I want to acquire," (Y/n) muttered under her breath.

"I was trying to reach something," Jaehyun explained sheepishly, his toe scuffling the now messy ground. "But the microwave cord caught on the fan and, um, the rest is history. U-uh, Leon? Are you...mad?"

The black-haired male sighed and collapsed back into his seat. "I'm not mad. I'm more concerned about the grapes."

"The grapes are A-okay! Look, you can still eat them!"

"Really? Throw me one." (Y/n) held out her hands. "I always wanted to eat a plasma grape."

"Okay, catch!"

Leon blinked at the two in disbelief. "That's...burnt. Are you sure you want to eat that—"

She ate it anyway.

"Okay, fine. Go ahead and eat the burnt grape."

"Tastes like charcoal and all my hopes and dreams that have come crashing down," (Y/n) commented. She popped a fresh grape into her mouth. "I rate it 10/10. Perfection. Not sure what your 'project' was though."

"I wanted to use the grapes for something," Jaehyun said wistfully. "But since it doesn't last long, I guess I can't..."

"I mean, at least the microwave hasn't exploded yet—"

BOOM. Something cracked and smoke began filling up the room.

"I stand corrected."

The door opened and Tristan walked in, probably here to force her into another one of his ungodly basketball shenanigans (since he thinks it's such a good idea), only to see the room in a state of disarray.

He stared at them. They stared back.

"I uh, I can explain," (Y/n) hastily said. "We decided to do some renovations while you weren't here."

He lifted an eyebrow. "And the hole in the ceiling?"

"That was intentional."

There was another shriek as a portion of the wall came loose and crashed into the ground, taking Jaehyun down with it. Somehow the boy had gotten his hands on a power drill and from there things on took a turn for worse.

Tristan heaved a sigh as he inspected the burning microwave, ruined ceiling, crumbled wall, and the dirtied floor with grapes rolling around. "I was literally gone for less than an hour. And Matthews—when I said to make sure she doesn't get in any trouble, that doesn't mean let her create trouble!"

"Hey!" (Y/n) scowled. "I'd like the jury to know I was not the main perpetrator of this crime."

"And the jury will like you to know you have the right to remain silent," he hissed back. "More like obligation than right."

She huffed indignantly and flopped onto the bed. "You're a prick."

"And you're a child."

"You call this childish?" She inclined her head at the mess that Jaehyun and Leon were frantically trying to clean up. "Okay, maybe a little. But that's not even half-bad."

"Really?" He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms in a posture that both irked and intimidated her. "Do elaborate."

She gave him an award-winning smile. "Ever heard of a pillow fight?"

He frowned. "What—"

"PILLOW FIGHTTTTT!"

"Wait, (Y/n)—argh!"

She threw the largest pillow she could get her hands on at him with all her might. He was knocked over by the heavy object and crashed down into the pile of debris. That didn't stop her from continuing to launch the fluffy projectiles at him with an evil grin.

"Pillow fight? I love pillow fights!" Jaehyun grabbed something that looked suspiciously more like a sack of potatoes than a pillow and ran towards the fallen male. Leon stared at them incredulously from afar, torn between trying to help the blue-haired male who was screaming something about how his glasses were breaking, or sitting back and letting the kids do their thing.

He chose the latter. Kids were kids. You can't control them.

I think I'm a genius, (Y/n) cackled as the pillows erupted and filled the room with feathers. Amid the loud shouting and feathers that clouded everyone's vision, no one noticed her quietly slip out the door. Seriously though. I make the dumbest plans and they all somehow work out. I'm awesome.

Honestly, the P4 were doing wonders for her ego. It was almost as large at Reese or Kieran's at this point.

On a second thought, that's impossible.

(Y/n) happily pranced down the stairs, all the way to the second floor. Too bad she didn't have the key to the basement with her. But even if she did, she couldn't use it now anyway. She didn't have time to contact June to open the second door.

She just wanted to annoy them a little. After being locked up by Jaehyun, did they expect her to forget it all and stay in her room quietly? As tempting as they sounded actually, that wasn't very productive. The (h/c)-haired girl made her way to her old room that was fortunately left unlocked when she asked the blond to open it a few days ago. The room had something she treasured but hasn't had the chance to grab.

Her mug. The one that belonged to her late mother with the words "if found in microwave, return to mom" on it. (Y/n) sighed in relief when she found the mug right where she had left it, on the table. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface and the cold porcelain handle, relishing in the feeling of one of the only things of her mother's back in her hands. Nostalgia bled from the ceramic into her skin and filled her with a sense of warmth. A kind-faced woman with a gentle smile guiding a little (h/c)-haired girl through a book. A soft smiling woman pushing the girl on the swings and going down the water slide with her. She missed her mother.

But unfortunately, good things or moments didn't last long. A certain white-haired male was lying on his back on the bed, his eyes closed in slumber.

She stared down at him and the familiar turtleneck he was hugging. Is that mine?

Like any other normal person, she kicked him off the bed.

"H-huh?" Kieran woke up with a start when the soft mattress underneath him was suddenly replaced by a cold, hard floor. He looked around in confusion until his eyes landed on the (h/c)-haired girl. A risqué smirk appeared on his lips. "Sorry, princess. Did you want to join me?"

She stared blankly at the turtleneck tucked into his arms. "Is that my sweater?"

He looked down at it, blanched, and recovered quickly. "Maybe? In my defense I thought it was you."

She continued staring at him.

"Okay, that sounded bad," he admitted sheepishly. "But hey, you can't blame me. I just woke up and I expected you to be there to comfort me. I was sick!"

"I'll bring you to our resident caretaker then," she deadpanned. "I'm sure your husbando Leon would—"

"That—again, as funny as seeing Leo-chan's reaction to that may be, I'd rather take up your offer of jumping out the window than being associated with that bastard in that way! And," he leaped to his feet and trapped her against the nightstand with his arms, an unreadable smirk on his face. "I'd prefer you to take care of me, pri—WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY HAIR?!"

(Y/n) shook her hand to shake off any strands of his hair she might've pulled out. "Would you rather I kick you in the shin?"

"Yes, actually. I wouldn't be able to feel it anyway." He fell back onto the bed, still hugging the turtleneck. He caught her looking at it and a sly look appeared on his face. "It's so cold in here~"

"Stop whining and get a blanket then."

He kicked the comforter off the bed. "What blanket?"

(Y/n) was unimpressed. "I'm still not going to hug you."

"The rejection stings, love. And here I thought you'd be nicer to me when I'm sick!"

"I was nice enough to tell p—Tristan where your dying body was. Would you have preferred if I left you in the nearest dumpster?"

Kieran made a face at her and mimicked her tone the way people did when they had no more retorts left. "By the way, what are you doing here? I didn't know Trish-chan was letting you roam free these days."

"What am I, a wild animal?" She glared at him. "No, don't answer that."

He blinked innocently back at her and leaned back on his hands. "I didn't say anything."

"Technically, uh, he didn't say I couldn't," (Y/n) shrugged. "When I left he didn't stop me so I'm not breaking any rules."

"You're defying the prick? You can't say you're not getting bolder, love," the male teased. "Speaking of breaking rules, I have an idea you'd enjoy."

I doubt that. "Is this about you selling Leon's bike for alcohol?"

"No, of course not. Where did you even hear that?"

"Leon told me."

"It was one bike." Kieran waved a dismissive hand. "I had a party the night before and I blew more cash than what I had so I was short on a few grand. Don't worry though, I always repay my favors. I gave him special membership to the clubs I frequent since I know the owners~"

(Y/n) really doubted Leon appreciated that gift. "I didn't need to know, thanks. So, are we going to leave before po—uh, Tristan kills us both?"

"You're not going to ask where we're going? That's not a good habit to have, though the idea is tempting."

She ignored the mischievous glint in his eyes and brushed past him with an eye roll. "I hope you step on a Lego, you burnt piece of toast."

"Burnt toast..." She heard Kieran mutter as he followed behind her out the door. "Me?"

Ten minutes later, she found herself in a hidden passage from Leon's floor that led to a red and black themed room. The lights were a dim orange that kissed the dark velvet armchairs and flickering fireplace. Kieran smirked at her as he poured a bottle of...something into a champagne flute.

He tipped the glass towards her. "Drink?"

"I'm not in my irresponsible hormonal teenager phase yet, thanks."

"It's just soda," he chuckled. "Don't worry, I wouldn't let you anywhere near that sh*t."

She accepted it and took a hesitant sip. An eruption of flavor—lemon or citrus with something else she couldn't place her finger on—burst on her tongue. A delightful fizz hissed over her taste buds and the cool liquid rolled down her throat.

Kieran watched her with an amused grin. "Like it?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"It's a secret." He picked up his glass and raised it to her jokingly. "Cheers, even though you started without me. Heartless."

"Why are you even surprised at this point?" She downed the rest of the drink and settled deeper into the armchair. The cushions were so soft and comfortable...must...resist.... "I still don't forgive you for what you did last time."

He looked surprised. He set down the glass on the table between them and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, locking her gaze with a challenging look. "Oh yeah? What exactly did I do?"

(Y/n) dramatically drained every last drop from the glass before setting it down neatly on the table. Then she folded her hands in her lap and fixed a fake smile at him, a passive-aggressive smiley Jasper would be proud of.

"Before popsicle face decided it was a good idea to quarantine me," she began in a faux polite voice. "Remember what you did during dinner?"

He looked genuinely confused. "Princess, I eat dinner everyday. You expect me to remember each one?"

"Tristan asked you to pass the salt. AND THEN YOU FLIPPING PICKED ME UP."

Kieran choked on his breath and fell backward into his chair, laughing. (Y/n) glowered at him. "Stop laughing! This isn't funny! And here you say I'm mean!"

"You are pretty salty though," the male covered his mouth in a futile attempt to stop his laughter. "Otherwise we'd be having my kind of fun, if you catch my drift~"

(Y/n) held her head in her hands. "I have a clean record and I really don't want to ruin it today or so help me, I'm going to end up in jail tomorrow for wiping out abominable snowmen from this planet."

"You're debating attacking me? You're more than welcome to~"

"Bite me."

He leaned closer, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that a request?"

"You're lucky I like you a little more than I like my cat," she hissed. "And let me tell you, that little rascal is a bully."

"You have a cat?"

"Nope."

Through the sparse windows in the room, a storm could be seen raging outside. Tree branches whipped against the side of the building and rain pelted the glass with long, clear streaks. Kieran had interrupted their banter to suggest watching a movie together. One that he promised wouldn't make her eyes bleed. Since after all, it was better staying in his secret room than going out to brave Tristan and Leon's combined wrath.

That sly bastard had gotten a bowl of her favorite snacks for her. Food was the way to a girl's heart, after all. It was enough to make her tolerate Kieran's presence beside her, and ignore the fact that he was sitting closer than she liked when there was a perfectly good couch on her other side.

Kieran discreetly slung an arm behind her and pulled her closer, only for her to swat his arm away. The movie was one of his childhood favorites and it warmed his heart to see the (h/c)-haired girl engrossed in it, but he wasn't able to focus on the film. He spent more time watching her expressions change with each scene. Unlike him, she didn't keep her guard up as often and her emotions were written as plain as day on her face. When she did hide her feelings away, however, it made him want to break something.

He idly brushed his fingers through her hair as the minutes ticked past. He felt like they were tucked away in a pocket of time away from the rest of the world. But at the same time, he knew it would come to an end when the rain stopped and the movie ended. The film, almost two hours long, suddenly felt too short.

The male slyly pulled a remote out of its pocket on the wall without the (h/c)-haired girl noticing and lowered the temperature. His secret room was soundproof—for good reasons—and air tight, so no cold draft would ever chill its inhabitants. That wasn't what he wanted now; maybe if it got cold enough, she would turn to him? He couldn't feel the cold anyway. The thought of her burrowing into his arms made a small and almost shy smile appear on his lips.

(Y/n) sniffed and tore her eyes away from the T.V. as she looked around. "Is it just me or is it getting cold in here?"

"Cold? Impossible," Kieran purred. "Not while I'm here~"

"Gee, so humble. I'm going to pretend you never said that."

The temperature continued to drop steadily. Soon, wrapping her arms around her knees and huddling deeper into her sweater didn't help anymore. She had no choice but to turn to the nearest thing for warmth.

The fireplace.

"If you thought that would get me to hug you, think again," she declared proudly. A blissful sigh escaped her lips as her frozen hands met the warmth of the dancing flames. "You already tried that trick earlier, buddy. It's not going to work again."

"Third time's the charm?" He had the audacity to say hopefully.

"Ha, ha. Keep dreaming, bud. Maybe you'd have better luck there."

"Oh, I will," he purred. "Do I appear in your dreams?"

"Definitely. Nightmares, that is—hey, stay away from me!" (Y/n) squealed as his cold hands fell on her semi-warm ones. "Ewww, you're an ice block! How dare you take my warmth away! Begone, snowman!"

"But I'm cold," Kieran whined, pulling her into an embrace despite her struggles. She squirmed, trying to pull herself away from his frozen skin, only for him to tighten his hold all the more determinedly. "You're so warm and nice, princess. I'm still a patient, remember? Treat me better~"

(Y/n) shrieked as his frozen fingertip brushed over the bare skin of her arm. "Patient?! I'm questioning if you're even human at this point! What are you, a snake? Why are you so cold?!"

"Cold without you, baby," he winked.

"If you don't let me go, I will make you legally bald."

"But I'm a patient, and your hug is the medicine I need—OW, OW, OW, MY HAIR!"

She dusted her hands off proudly and scooted closer to the fireplace and away from him. "That's what you get for daring to bring me cold. I warned you."

"You're hot when you're feisty," he groaned, rolling over with a hand on his head. "But I still like my hair on my head, thanks."

"Aside from being an annoying flirt, what else do you do for a living?"

"I'm a thief," he winked. "And I'm here to steal your—"

"Please don't finish that or God help me, I will throw you out the window."

"You're too adorable," he laughed, pouring himself another glass of...something. "Stop it."

I cannot with this guy, she sighed, leaning against the side of one of the armchairs as she continued sitting on the floor. The movie was still playing in the background, but neither of the two were interested in it at this point. At least he's easier to deal with than the others. Maybe a teensy eensy bit funny. Just a little. Not that I'd ever tell him that. His ego's too big to begin with.

"You're making that face again." Kieran reappeared behind her with his drink and sat down next to her. "The one you make when you're contemplating some serious sh*t. Or thinking of me. Probably both."

"No, I'm so excited to be here," she drawled. "I mean, it's not like my heart didn't just stop when King Prick walked in on us trying to patch up a hole in the ceiling and hide explosive grapes. No, not at all. Very exciting."

"Sounds like you've had a bit of fun without me today," he observed wistfully. "I feel left out."

"Nice. Because I feel cold."

"You're shaking, love. Is it that cold?" He began to pull off his shirt. A wicked grin danced on his lips at her incredulous look. "I'm wearing something underneath. Why, are you disappointed?"

"I'm always disappointed. Nothing new." She begrudgingly accepted the shirt but made no move to put it on. "Not to be picky or anything...but do you have a jacket or something?"

He leaned back on his hands, giving her a full view of the defined muscles under his tight shirt and the way they rippled as he moved. She made a face and looked away.

"Nope, I don't," he said with a wide grin that made her doubt his words. "Or do you prefer this one instead?" He began to take off his second shirt.

Her eyes widened in panic. "Uh, no. I'll take this one, thankyousomuchmygoodsir." She threw it over her head and slid her arms through the sleeves. It was too big on her, as expected, and the neck kept sliding off one shoulder. It was more like a dress than a shirt, but it surprisingly did the job of keeping her warm despite the fact Kieran never seemed to have any body heat.

"You're still shaking," he murmured, hugging her from behind. He rested his chin on top of her head as if he was trying to fold her up and store her in his pocket. "Do you want to move to somewhere warmer?"

She shivered at his touch. "If I move now the heat will leave. Thanks for asking, though."

He only hummed, seemingly content with just sitting in that position, even though she thought it couldn't be very comfortable for him. He was sitting very close to the fire with his back pressed against the stiff wall and encasing her with his long limbs.

For some reason she didn't feel alarmed. Maybe that was because compared to what she's seen, Kieran was the tamest one in a way. (Y/n) did feel a little bad about trying to gain his trust only to use him in her escape like this, but if she put the guys and her friends on a scale, it was obvious which one weighed more in her heart.

She could only hope Jasper was still around. She didn't believe he was dead—though to be fair, she didn't think any of her friends would be dying in a span of a few days. First Carmen, then Lucinda, and lastly, Isla. Now it was just her, Reese, and Jasper. Though she wasn't sure Jasper still considered her his friend anymore, even though she did.

No matter what happens and what people say, the emotional connection that linked them would never fade. (Y/n) clung to the hope that a trace of the old Jasper was still in there, and that soon he would return. His bloodlust would fade, she hoped. He wouldn't be blinded by vengeance and Keller's death for much longer.

She stopped.

Keller's death...?

Jasper had plagued her mind so much she hadn't stopped to think about the brown-haired male and who exactly killed him. Flashbacks of the moments before her friend choked her replayed before her eyes. The pieces began to fall into place and her mind began to muddle once again, honed only by a chilling sense of realization.

She was sitting in the arms of Keller's killer.

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A/N: How long will it take for them to clean up all the feathers? When will Jaehyun learn never to microwave grapes? Why is Kieran acting more like a hormonal teenage guy than a yandere? When will Leon finally be taken off babysitting duty?! (Spoilers: he won't 😈)

Fluff in a yandere book...hehehe. Also please don't microwave your grapes. I don't want to be held responsible for anything that happens. I already have one set of angry Asian parents. Don't need another.