you've been having regular "outings" with sylus, thinking it was nothing more than two friends hanging out with each other. what you don't realize is that sylus treats these outings as something else entirely..
tags: fluff, pre-relationship sylus mc, FINALLY BETA READ everyone clap for me plz
wc: 1.3k
a/n: another small sylus fic before i head to bed 😛 i lowk dk where i was going with the ending but atleast i got it done.. right..? also this ones for u sena 😎
you were currently choosing an outfit to wear for your trip with sylus, trying to decide if this is a "bring jacket just incase it's super cold" night or "wear a sweater so you're covered just incase it's already cold" night.
he's been stealing your time every chance at a free night you get for the past few weeks, taking you out to fancy restaurants, bringing you over to his house for wine tasting, and the occasional joyrides on his motorcycle. out of linkon, of course.
you never really thought much of it, it was nice to take a break from work and just relax with him. and he was the one to always ask you out, who were you to refuse? plus, he always pays for everything (even after insisting you can pay for yourself), so it was nice on your wallet.
tonight, he said he wanted to take you out stargazing. he didn't say to bring anything, but to prepare for the weather being a bit chilly, hence your current predicament. you settled on your sweater, it was warm enough to protect you from the cold night air while still being comfortable enough to not make you feel stuffy.
just as you finished putting on your outfit, you get a text from sylus telling you that he arrived at your apartment. you quickly grab your keys and your motorcycle helmet before rushing downstairs to see him in his signature fit whenever he drives his motorcycle, the black leather pants with his black leather jacket that has the red and white accents on the sleeves.
the light from his phone illuminated his face as he looked up and greeted you with the smirk he always wore.
"don't you look cozy," he says.
"i interpreted your dress code as being comfortable. so here i am, comfortable." you explain to him, already putting on your helmet. you tap on the seat of his bike, signaling for him to get on.
he chuckles. "so impatient," but he gets on anyway, revving up the engine before letting you sit behind him. you wrap your arms around his torso tight and he sets off.
you drive for a good 30 minutes or so, just outside of the city. when you arrive, you don't recognize the area. he stops on the foot of a hill and kills the engine, before getting off the bike. he takes of his helmet before taking off yours and setting them both on the hand clutches. he then offers you a hand to hop off, which you take. strangely, he doesn't pull his hand from yours, so you don't retract it either. he leads you up the hill, where on top is a small picnic set up, red and white checkered blanket laid on the ground with a variety of your favorite foods on it. it's surprising how no insects or ants have gotten to it yet.
"it's so.."
"what sweetie? cute?" sylus asks with a raised eyebrow.
"..unexpected. who knew the infamous onychinus leader knew how to set up such a domestic view?" you tease, swinging your interlocked arms back and forth while looking up at him with a cheeky smile.
he smiles back, pulling you towards the picnic before settling down on the blanket and letting you sit beside him. "well, it would be rude of me to not know the preferences of the one i asked out, would it not?"
you hum. "i guess that's true. i guess i was just under the impression we were only gonna look up at the sky and point out constellations. didn't expect a whole night picnic with it." you lie down, bringing your legs up to bend your knees with your feet on the grass and your hands behind your head. you stare up at the sky, all the stars are visible from here since you were so far out from the city where the city lights couldn't block the view. it really was a perfect stargazing spot.
you feel the body next to you also lie down. you can vaguely see from your peripheral that he's basically in the same position as you, only one of his legs is propped up on the other and he only has one arm behind his head while the other rests on his stomach.
"i would only prepare the best for my date of course, no more no less." he says casually.
wait.
was this a date?
it's not like you haven't pondered on it before. regular nightly outings with a man who pays for you 99% of the time? that's basically a date.
but then again, it's not like he's explicitly asked you out on a formal date before. or hinted (you think) at anything but platonic feelings towards you. even if it did hurt a little because, what normal man does this platonically?
you brushed those thoughts and feelings aside however. sylus was a man who took what he wanted whenever he wanted. he was always direct in his approaches, business and non-business wise. so if he never asked you out, it was safer to assume your hang outs were platonic at best.
you turn to look at him to see him already looking at you, his red eyes piercing your own.
"sylus, is this a date?"
you see his eyes widen a fraction for just a split second.
he bursts out laughing, rich and loud and full of joy. he's practically glowing and clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.
"hey! im seriously asking!" you sit up to look down at him, frowning at the man. his eyes are filled with tears of laughter and you can't help but smile. once he ceases his laughing fit, he looks at you with a soft look.
"sweetie, have you just realized?"
"realized what?"
he sits up now too, his head a fraction above yours making you now look up. he's smiling at you fondly, brushing stray hairs from your face before caressing your cheek with the palm of his hand, the warmth of it bringing you a sense of comfort.
"i've been courting you for weeks now."
"..you have??"
he snickers at you. "count how many people i casually take out for dinners and pay for all of them. how many people have i taken into my home just to taste expensive wine with me? how many people do you think i just take a drive for out on my motorcycle just for fun?"
you open your mouth. then close it.
"okay to be fair, you never explicitly asked me on a date. or said any of those were dates for that matter." you argue before he suddenly kisses you. you squeak in surprise, but return the kiss nonetheless. when he pulls back, he huffs another laugh.
"i guess that's my mistake then, sweetie." he wraps his arms around you, then pulls you down to lie on top of him.
"will you let me make it up to you?"
"oh? how would you do that?"
"hmm.." he looks up at the sky and pretends to think. "maybe by properly asking if i can court you now."
"…"
"may i be your boyfriend?"
its your turn to huff a laugh, and you playfully smack his chest before giving him another kiss, a softer one.
"was that so hard to ask me?"
"to be fair sweetie, you also agreed to the dates, so i assumed you knew what they were."
"well i guess we're both just stupid then."
he smiles, and allows you to pull back just enough to look up at the sky.
you spend the rest of the night cuddling and chatting, finding comfort within each other. sure the both of you were kind of oblivious, but atleast you got together!
at some point you fall asleep in his arms, he watches you sleep with a smile, allowing himself to be selfish for a little bit with you. he kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings before gazing at the stars, he wishes upon every one of them that you continue to choose him in every life, in every universe. even if you both might not realize you have already been destined for each other in the first place.
The International Space Station (ISS) crosses in front of the Sun’s roiling chromosphere, captured in extraordinary detail by photographer Andrew McCarthy. source
perhaps I could be reborn into something more beautiful this time, happier, lighter with ease and featherweight. Utter complete destruction of all forms and ways possible would be better though, of course.
Every other pair of eyes on you feels like stealing. I’d pull you out of this reality and keep you locked away, making myself your only air. I can't stand sharing you. You’re mine. Completely. And I don’t care if that sounds like an obsession.
"What if i were? What if i died right here of low blood sugar because my wife refused to let me have one macaron?” The seriousness in his voice might have fooled anyone but you.
"Stop being dramatic. You’re not going to die of hypoglycemia just by skipping one macaron right after your dental appointment.” With that said, you snatch the plate from his hands and head straight to the kitchen to hide them somewhere he can't find.
When you come back to the living room, you see Zayne lying on the couch with his eyes closed, body still. “Zayne, are you okay?”
A small smile appears on his face at your concerned voice and you roll your eyes. You can't believe what lengths this grown ass doctor with a prestigious medical degree could go for sweets.
You decide to play along and walk over to him, crouching down on the floor. "Oh no. Did the famous cardiac surgeon of Akso hospital dr Zayne Li die of hypoglycemia?” You fake mourn his pretend death. “What a tragedy! I have no choice but to check his heartbeat."
His smile grows bigger, awaiting your touch on his chest, instead he feels them on his crotch.
He grabs your hands off almost immediately and pulls you on top of him, looking equally amused as surprised. "Do you think my heart is located there?”
“It’s not my fault that they're both big and do a very good job in loving me. Anyone could be easily mistaken.” you say while tracing a huge penis on his chest.
He seemed pleased with your answer. “What if i propose a deal? You show me how much you love me by giving me one macaron and i dedicate both my big attributes to love you back?”
“You're trying to sell your body for one macaron?”
He innocently nods, and you giggle. "As tempting as your offer is, Zaynie." You pat his chest and climb off him. "I'm going to have to pass."
"So my wife would rather see me dead than let my teeth rot?”
You shake your head, he's acting like a man in withdrawal except his addiction is sweet and so is his suffering. You almost pity him, “Yes, no sweets for..... a month.”
His face falls comically and you turn away, already running before he becomes more dramatic.
