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summary: sylus, your husband, attempts to convince you to come to bed in the wake of an argument, but you're still mad at him
pairing: sylus x reader
rating: general audiences
word count: 600
tags: gn!reader, established relationship (married!sylusmc), domestic fluff, implied size difference (not like that), use of pet names (kitten, sweetie)
note: also available in my love & drabble-space collection on ao3
You primly pluck your pillow off the bed, pad toward the seating area, and, with your back to him, plop down on the chaise lounge. It’s upholstered in tufted, buttery chenille and has a thick layer of padding that makes it an ideal candidate for a makeshift bed. “I’m being perfectly reasonable,” you reply.
Sylus sighs. “I said I was sorry.”
“And I said I forgave you.” You haphazardly fling an afghan over your lower half and draw your knees to your chest, already missing the warmth your husband typically provides. Perhaps it’s silly to hold a grudge, but you’re tired of him swooping in to save you when you don’t need saving, especially when he’s made a habit of disregarding your wishes. To his credit, he probably is sorry. He will also probably do it again.
Sylus doesn’t say anything—which is odd; the man is armed to the teeth with quips—and just when you’re about to roll over to check that he still has a pulse, his hand settles on your hip.
“I’ll stop interfering,” he says and touches his lips to the curve of your shoulder.
You turn just enough to glance at him sidelong. He’s crouched in a squat next to the chaise and gazing at you with slightly upturned brows. It takes you a moment to place the exact emotion curdling there, in the depths of his eyes, rare as it is to see him express it: remorse. The genuine kind. “You will?” you ask, skeptical.
He makes a noise of assent and brushes his knuckles across your cheek. “You have my word.” His voice is soft but carries the weight of an oath. “Will you come to bed now?”
You consider it. You really do. But, petty as it may be, you’re not done punishing him yet, so you huff out a No and give him your back again.
“No?” he echoes, clearly affronted.
You pinch your eyes shut and burrow deeper into your blanket. “I’m comfortable,” you mutter, which isn’t entirely a lie, and then toss him a pleasant Goodnight to indicate you’re done with this conversation.
Sylus draws in a slow inhale. Follows it with a loud exhale. “All right, then.” As soon as the words are out, the cushion dips, and the firm press of his much taller, much broader frame slots in behind you.
“Wh— Sylus!”
He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him to stop your flailing. “You’re right,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck, too wry for his own good. “This is comfortable.”
“You’re impossible,” you grumble, though you’re secretly grateful for the familiarity of the way your bodies fit together. Unless he’s out on business or you’re in the field, the two of you don’t sleep apart. Ever.
“And you’re stubborn.” He hugs you closer. “But where you go, I go.”
This man. “You are so nauseatingly romantic sometimes,” you say, half scolding him and half praising him.
“Mmm, I’ve been told it’s one of my finer qualities.” He shifts around a bit until his limbs are thoroughly tangled with yours, then he sneaks a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “Goodnight, sweetie.”
Against your better judgement, you relax into him and let your eyes drift shut once more. Like this, with his heartbeat drumming against your spine and his breaths fanning warm across your skin, it’s hard to remember why you were upset in the first place. “Goodnight,” you whisper in return, and you hope he hears the message woven within: I love you.
Has anyone else noticed Kpop albums missing on Spotify?? Yesterday I noticed that two albums by Monsta X are gone: the Rush-Ep and the Clan pt.1: Lost.
I can’t find anything that says why. And I haven’t seen any other albums disappear, but I’ll keep an eye out.
It's probably due to licensure renewal as people that use Apple Music/itunes and YouTube are saying they are missing there as well. Not 100% sure if this is the case but this is the most likely reason.
Note to add: they are still there (if you saved them in a playlist and have "show hidden (or unavailable?) tracks" turned on in the settings they show up as greyed out.
And you can still listen to the songs from the Rush ep via the Digital repackage album except for Hero, instead it'll be the broadcast version of it and Ex Girl is still available as a single!
