♯ __┆ ⭑ TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND 🥯Keonho won’t make a move on you. He won’t let you make one on anyone else either. That’s it .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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⋆ | [🥯] | ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ᩙა. Boy best friend! Ahn Keonho x R𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ── social media alternative universe, safe for work [ml is canonically a minor], subtle jealousy, unexpressed feelings. Read at your own discretion. it's really tame so you'll be fine.
“ i’m pretty sure he’s pulling up to your house right now, n/n. sorry to send him home like this, he’s in a bad state.” james explained the situation, you were just in bed combing your hair watching an episode of the summer i turned pretty when martin’s oldest best friend called in a panic saying martin got into a fight whilst racing.
your boyfriend promised he’d keep his emotions down if it meant you wouldn’t get angry at him for continuously street racing, but obviously this time he couldn’t keep it in. you first met martin at a race after hanni dragged you to one in the middle of the night, you caught his eye immediately through his tinted visor. appearantly juhoon and hanni planned for you and martin to meet that night, “ fated” they described you both.
your boyfriend promised he'd keep his emotions down if it meant you wouldn't get angry at him for continuously street racing, but obviously this time he couldn't keep it in. you first met martin at a race after hanni dragged you to one in the middle of the night, you caught his eye immediately through his tinted windows. appearantly juhoon and hanni planned for you and martin to meet that night, "fated" they described you both.
“ i’m seriously gonna beat his ass, yufan.” you hear the sounds of martin’s engine from your balcony window, walking up to your balcony doors to check if it was actually him. soon enough you recognise the spiky blonde hair on the figure standing on the grass, staring up at your window like a saddened puppy.
martin wasn’t the best at controlling his anger, especially during his races. before you started dating you watched him get into fights very often over aggressive competitors or fucked up jokes. even at school. you hated seeing him hurt, not to mention how stupidly dangerous his hobby already was - he didn’t need assault in his record as well if he got caught.
“ nope, you’re climbing up. work for it.” you spoke from the window, usually you’d let martin in through the front door but you were mad. he promised not to get into anymore fights, especially when you weren’t around. it only took him a few minutes to climb up onto your floor and over the balcony railing, watching you sit on the edge of your bed with your arms crossed.
his face wasn’t properly showing at first from the dim moonlight, your eyebrows furrowed as soon as he stood onto your bedroom light. “ what the fuck mars?” you blurted out, your fury vanishing once you noticed the cut on his cheekbone and lip; seeing the damp blood on his face. his blonde hair was sticking up, his skin paler than ever.
“ baby don’t wor- shut up.” you rush over, reaching up towards his jawline; searching for any other injuries.
martin stared down at you, a look of guilt on his face rather than pain from his injuries. “ i’m sorry princess.” he murmured - he hated whenever you were mad at him, even the smallest bit.
he would rather get hit by an asteroid than for you to be angry. you reached to grab the end of his shirt, dragging him into your bathroom where the first aid kit was.
he didn’t even need to keep doing this racing shit, he was loaded. martin did it for the entertainment and thrill of the ride. “ stay.” you commanded, forcing him to sit on the edge of your bath tub. this wasn’t the first time he came to you after a fight, the last time was last month and you seriously nearly broke up with him after hearing he shoved someone into a locker for calling you hot.
you still ended up wrapping his knuckles up that night.
grabbing the first aid kit quickly, martin immediately started explaining the situation. this is what he liked to do, make sure you heard his side of the story before anyone else could change it up.
“ listen baby, the guy was a total shithead. he said he knew you.”
“ martin i know a lot of people.” you opened the box, reaching for the antiseptic and bandages, noticing his knuckles were already beginning to bruise. shit. it probably hurt more considering his rings. the blonde shook his head, looking up at you with those beady eyes of his.
“ his name was kwon jaehee, he said rude shit about you,” he continued explaining. honestly you couldn’t care less what someone said, especially if it was someone you couldn’t even remember. “ he said stuff about us too.” you began cleaning the side of his face with a cotton ball, hearing his instant winces and whimpers from the pain.
“ why do you listen to that shit, mars?” martin sighed, deciding it was the perfect time to wrap his arms around your waist pulling you ever so close. his chin resting against your stomach like he needed to get any closer.
“ i don’t wanna hear anyone say anything bad about you, they can say whatever about me, but not you.” okay fuck, that was really sweet and adorable. as much as you hated your boyfriend fighting and using violence, it made you realise how much martin really cared about you. he alays had some dumbass reason, but mostly it was to protect the honour of the ones he cared about.
you easily got so swayed by martin edwards. “ i wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, honey.” he wasn’t lying, most of the time he got into fights was because his opponent would mention you and your looks. his voice softened at the end, a little shy compared to his usual persona infront of others.
realising now, martin only shoved that kids head into the locker because he was said a comment about your body like your boyfriend was gonna agree back.
“ fine, then what did he say?” you asked, tapping the bud against the small traces of blood. “ nah don’t worry.” he replied before grunting at the feeling of the antiseptic seeping into the cut on his lip.
“ tell me.” martin gave in quickly, looking up at you with his boba eyes - distracting you from the wounds on his face. “ he said that you looked easy, and i know you told me to not listen but he was disrespecting you so much i got pissed.” from his reaction you could already tell he was getting agitated again.
“ and babe i’m not gonna lie i was so ready to beat the fuck out of him if james didn’t stop-” he got cut off by you sweetly kissing him, placing your hand against his jawline; your hair brushing his neck from the angle. he instantly melted against your touch, you could feel his cheeks warming up.
the kiss lasted for a few seconds before you pulled away, your boyfriend desperately trying to follow your lips by leaning closer but you just chuckled in his face. looking down at his current state, a pink tint spread across his cheekbones; mixed with the evolving shade of dark brown from where the guy must’ve hit martin back.
he was so weak for you.
people usually looked at him and called him tough, scared of him after witnessing a fight he had. only if they knew how quickly he could melt by the taste of your rhode lip treatment in the flavour sugarberry. one he never failed to restock in your purse as he adored the taste so much.
your friends would always comment on how hilarious it was to see big bad illegal streetracer martin edwards easily be dragged by you in the hallways for him to buy you a banana milk in the vending machine, or how he would let you continuously add colourful hairclips into his spikes.
“ one more please?” he murmured - blissed out by the kiss. his brown eyes staring up at you in a wonderful haze.
you shake your head, “ nope you taste like blood.”
martin huffs out as you continue cleaning his bottom lip and wrap his knuckles.
“ after then?” he replied like a desperate puppy.
“ order me hot pot and i will, you disrupted my show.” you finish with the cleaning, throwing away the bandages. martin instantly gets to opening his delivery app, buying you everything you wanted for another kiss.
╰┈➤ in which: your cute bf seonghyeon wants to kiss you but hes a nervous teenage boy with a fat crush on you
pairing: eom seonghyeon x gf(?) reader
˗ˏˋ wc: 676 >.o
contains : fluff, one (1) kiss, reader calls him hyeon, handholding, set in the dorm, martin mentioned, kinda established relationship but still new, reader is referred to as a girl once, lowercase intended <3
forgive me if this is inaccurate to real life i've only ever kissed girls before...
seonghyeon absolutely knows he likes you.
the problem is that the realization makes him shy. very shy.
which sucks. because he also knows he wants to kiss you.
one late night, you ended up next to each other on the dorm couch, some movie playing on his laptop (or maybe it was martin’s? they share everything so it wouldn't be a surprise) perched on the ottoman, shoulders just barely touching and a light blanket draped over your legs.
the other four are out, you think. it’s a little too quiet for them to be home.
seonghyeon is quietly holding your hand, as he does all the time (eom seonghyeon handholding final boss), but he keeps fidgeting. keeps looking at you, then away, then back again.
like he’s trying to summon the courage to say something, but it’s just not working out the way he wants.
eventually you squeeze his hand.
“you’re thinking really hard.”
his ears tinge a little red almost immediately.
“‘s a good movie,” he quips.
his eyes are trained to the laptop screen.
“hyeon.”
“what? you’d believe me if you were paying attention…”
you roll your eyes and sigh, breath stuttering into a soft laugh. he glances at you, and then away again, like your smile is too bright to process at this proximity.
and then he lets out this embarrassed breath that’s supposed to be a laugh, but feels more like releasing tension in his chest.
cute.
then, brown eyes find your pretty face again, gaze framed by soft eyelashes.
this time he doesn't look away. (barely)
his smile softens and the air falls into something quieter, closer, warmer. maybe it’s the way he looks at you so fondly, maybe it’s because it’s almost midnight and he's been slaving away in the practice room all day.
the movie is reduced to background noise.
you feel his thumb brush against yours. once, twice, and then, quietly –
“can i kiss you?”
for a second you swear you hear seonghyeon’s heartbeat over his voice.
when your eyes meet his, his lips are slightly parted as he blinks at you. there's a beat of silence, and then you give him a small nod and a low mhm and his whole posture melts a little bit. cautious fingers come up to trace your exposed shoulder, and he slowly inches closer. so slowly.
he starts to lean in and then pauses, probably realizing this is real and exactly what he's wanted for weeks, so you close the distance for him and press your lips to his, feather-light. if he didn't know any better he’d think you were teasing him. but he does, so he concludes that you know he’s nervous (and that he really likes you), and thus taking this kiss impossibly slow.
there's a faint shiver that you pray he doesn't notice, it dances down your back when his fingers travel up to the side of your neck, his thumb finding your cheek.
it’s so obvious he's thought about this before. dreamt of it, of you.
i mean, you’re his dream girl, forgive the theatrics, and he would never ever phrase it like that, but it’s true. he really does like you.
your lips are gentle and patient, and he matches you, kisses you like you're something precious. like he’s been waiting a long time but doesn't want to rush, doesn't want to lose the softness of this moment.
when you part, there’s this look on his face like he's processing what just happened, but it only lasts for a second. or you think, because he ducks his head and exhales sharply, flustered. happy. your palm smoothes over his chest, soothing his quick heartbeat with a doting smile that only makes his ears burn more.
there's nothing more embarrassing than how cute you think he is (according to eom seonghyeon).
after a minute, his fingers lace with yours again, familiar, and he gets that little upside down grin that makes you wanna microwave him (or something). and then you tease him quietly about him teasing you about not paying attention while he silently thanks the room’s darkness for camouflaging his flushed features. ><
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— ౨ৎ In which you decide to shoot your shot with the cute lifeguard at the beach
C/w: one swear, reader is a confident gal 😛 ˗ˋ 1.5k wc ˊ˗
A/n: if i had a nickel everytime i wrote keonho as a swimmer…
"So how's your book so far?"
Skies are clear, the sun is shining, it's hot outside—the perfect beach day.
You lie on a plush towel facing the water, new book in hand, sunglasses on the top of your head. You find yourself splitting your attention between your friend tanning next to you and the gorgeous lifeguard walking along the beach.
It's hard not to notice the way his bright red sleeveless tank matches the flush on his cheeks or the tone of his arms as he jogs along the shoreline. And especially the way he brushes his wet hair out of his face—It's so…
Addicting.
"Hello, welcome to earth." Stella waves her polished hand in front of your face.
"Huh, what—yeah it's so good," you say mindlessly, your gaze being nowhere near the book.
"How far along are you?" she gives a knowing laugh.
You look down at the printed pages, walls of text stare at you. You blink a couple times, but the book still says chapter one—really? The heading spreads across the page, bold, obvious.
"We're making progress," you smile.
"Are you sure because you've been staring at that lifeguard for the past ten minutes."
"No, I have not!"
"Oh, but yes you have."
You look around for a moment, almost whipping the sunglasses off your head. It's getting harder to hide your smile that's about to burst.
"He's so cute don't you think?" you blurt.
"Go talk to him!"
"But how? He's working and a different girl walks up to him every three seconds."
She gives you that smile, the one she gives when she's plotting. She reaches into her beach bag, pulling out her car keys. She waves them in your face, the various keychains jingling against each other.
"You want to run me over? I mean I guess that would get his attention—"
"No! Sometimes I worry about you girl." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Just say you lost your keys—it’s valuable so he'll have to help!"
"I guess drowning for some CPR isn't ethical," you huff.
"Definitely not!" she says, tucking the keys into the back pocket of your jean shorts. "Just drop them in the sand after you're done talking to him—number secured!"
"See this is why I love you."
"Go get your baywatch moment," she giggles.
…
"Excuse me."
He's standing near the watch tower where some other lifeguards are, it's hard to miss that shade of red. He fidgets with the whistle around his neck as he scouts out for any potential dangers.
He looks better up close, they all do. What are they feeding these lifeguards?
His hair is slicked back—he's been running his hands through it a lot. You can't gauge where he's looking since his eyes are covered with sunglasses. He simply nods.
Great, one of those chill™ ones
"Hi, so I lost my keys—could you help me, please?"
"Sure, I'll go and grab the metal detector from the tower."
You're taken aback for a moment—was it really that easy? He doesn't waste any time, quickly jogging over to the watch tower to grab the device. He moves rather skillfully in the dunes of sand. Impressive.
"So where did you last see it?"
"Like over there." You point to the opposite end of the beach.
"You’ve been walking lots?"
"I just go where the wind takes me," you smile.
"Okay I'll scan over here and send a report to some of my coworkers—any specific keychain colours?"
So serious.
"There's like…a pink frilly thing on it." You try your best to visualize Stella's keys, not that it mattered. You remember the feeling of the keys in your pocket—you'll have to walk behind him.
He nods, calling out a code in his walkie talkie. Some feedback comes through, but you can't make out exactly what they're saying. Must be some sort of lifeguard jargon.
Before you begin the hunt for the 'keys' you look back at Stella, she gives you a tiny applause.
The beach is getting more crowded, there's as many people in the water as on the sand. The line up for ice cream is getting longer, you could use some—why is it so hot? Maybe you should have pretended to drown.
The lifeguard doesn't say much, focused as he scans along the sand. It's hard not to notice the feeling of people watching you as you pass by. Most definitely looking at him.
"So…" You look over to his name tag "Keonho!"
You think you said that a little too loud but no one noticed, well except him. He looks up at you, quiet, anticipating.
"Sorry, did I scare you? Anyway I was just wondering if you've been doing this for long?"
"Just the summers since I was fifteen," he shrugs, looking back down to the sand.
"Wow you must be super qualified—do you swim too, like competitively?"
"Yeah, I do," he stops for a moment, the metal detector picking something up. When he brushes over the sand it's just the lid of a bottle. He continues walking.
"Cool—I don't know much about swimming but yeah that's cool." Again, he doesn't respond. "Not much of a talker?"
"I'm just focused—sorry."
"No, it's fine! I can get chatty sometimes."
"That's good."
"Hm?"
"Like being able to carry a conversation—it's attractive."
"You think?"
You suddenly notice how hard it is to walk—could it be the sand or his words? Nope, definitely the sand.
"Yeah," he sways the metal detector side to side, covering more area. "Do you come to the beach often?"
"No, not really—my friend invited me out today. Should I come more often?"
"It's up to you but Mondays and Thursdays are the least busy."
"Good to know—any other beach tips I should know."
"I work all days except Friday and Sunday—summer practices."
"Good to know," you smile.
The metal detector picks up a few more items—bracelets, earrings, coins, a nail clipper. You're starting to feel a little bad with the whole misleading thing, especially when he seems so determined to find the keys.
The conversation slows down—you don't know what else to say. Besides, the beach is filled with sounds of splashing water and ongoing conversations.
You sneak a few glances at him which is only fair since he's been very obviously sneaking some glances at you. When your eyes meet, he's the first to look away.
"Did you know they give out free ice cream near closing?"
"Liar!"
"Then tell me why I've tried all the ice cream flavours here."
"Keonho, you can't blow your entire paycheck on ice cream," you laugh, so does he.
You tilt your face toward the sun, enjoying the brief silence between conversations.
"So uh, do you go to school around here?"
"That's not related to the keys, is it?" you tease.
He looks away. "Yeah you're right."
You smile. "No, but I do plan on spending more summers here."
"You should—like it's really nice here, the weather and stuff," he nods. "Is this where you lost the keys?"
You arrive at what you're guessing is the spot you pointed at twenty minutes ago. It's less crowded over here but louder with the jetskis past the orange buoys.
"Huh—oh yes, it's got to be somewhere around here." You want to cringe at your poor acting skills.
He scans the area more meticulously this time, that tiny bit of guilt in you begins to seep up. But you let him search for a moment, it's cute how motivated he is.
"Sorry if I've been…well awkward," he says.
"What? No, you haven't been, at all. I just coined you to be one of those nonchalant guys."
"I'm not like that at all—I just can't talk to girls," he lets out a nervous chuckle.
"But you have been…on the beach."
"You've been watching me?"
"You've been standing in front of my eyeline."
He laughs, "Well I don't have crushes on those girls." His cheeks look more flushed than before.
Showtime.
"Ah, really?" you smile, discreetly pulling the keys out of the pocket and dropping them on the sand behind you, creating a jingling sound. Stella and her keychains. "Oh what's that?"
"I saw all of that," he smiles.
You shrug. "In my defense it worked."
"What worked?"
"Getting your attention."
"Guess it did."
You stand there for a moment, a much needed breeze flows along the shoreline. The scents of the beach are becoming more evident: seawater, fries, sunscreen. He runs a hand through his hair, looking in your direction. Thank god for that breeze or you might have melted.
Oh fuck it.
"Could I maybe get your number?" You start. "Please."
"Sure, my work phone number is 911 and—"
"Dude," you laugh.
"Okay," he gives you a cheeky grin, reaching his hand out for your phone. You pull it out of your other jean pocket, no hesitation.
"You know, I can't believe you made me ask you. I did just get you out of your shift…well temporarily."
"Messing with a lifeguard is a violation," he jokes.
"No it is not!"
"But, I'll let you go because you're pretty."
The words seem to surprise even him.
"I mean—"
"Too late," you grin.
this post looks so much better in light mode omg AND ong my next post is the gossip girl au 🤗
☆.ㅤ SYN. ㅤ ㅤ──ㅤㅤ your usually shy boyfriend gets drunk for the first time and becomes way too clingy.
ᯓ ࣪ ˖ ִ ★ pairing ── eom seonghyeon , f reader.
needy seonghyeon (?) ⋆.˚
wc: 1,5k
a/n : heyyy guys, this was in my drafts for a while but whatever <𝟑 .ᐟ also keep in mind that i do not support or encourage underage drinking, it may reflect situations that many teenagers are familiar with in real life, but here they are only used for storytelling purposes and should not be taken as encouragement or promotion. thanks. kisses >⩊<
Your room was warm and quiet, lit only by the small lamp beside your bed while the rest of the apartment stayed dark and still around you. You had been half asleep for almost twenty minutes already, curled comfortably under your blanket with your phone abandoned somewhere near your pillow, your eyes barely able to stay open anymore.
Then suddenly, loud knocking echoed through the apartment.
You flinched awake immediately, heart jumping as the sound repeated again, louder this time. For a second you just stared at the ceiling in confusion before slowly pushing the blanket off yourself and getting out of bed.
Who even knocks like that this late at night?
You dragged your feet toward the door sleepily, fixing your oversized shirt a little before unlocking it.
The moment the door opened, Martin almost stumbled inside first.
“Oh thank god,” he sighed dramatically.
Then you saw Seonghyeon beside him.
And immediately froze.
His hair was completely messy, falling over his eyes unevenly like someone had been running their hands through it all night, and his hoodie hung off one shoulder slightly while he stood there swaying just enough for you to notice. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes half lidded and unfocused, and the second he looked at you, his entire expression softened instantly.
You blinked in surprise. “Is he drunk?”
“Very,” Martin answered instantly.
Seonghyeon frowned slightly beside him. “I’m not that drunk.”
“You almost cried because they changed the music,” Martin deadpanned.
“I liked that song.”
Martin rolled his eyes before looking back at you.
“He would not shut up about wanting to come see you.” He pointed toward Seonghyeon with complete exhaustion. “Like genuinely. Every five seconds it was your name over and over again.”
Your eyes moved back to Seonghyeon automatically and he just stared at you quietly, blinking slowly.
“He missed you,” Martin added teasingly.
Seonghyeon immediately hid part of his face inside his sleeve and you could not help smiling a little.
Martin sighed dramatically again before carefully grabbing Seonghyeon by the shoulders and moving him toward you.
“Here. He’s your problem now.”
The second Seonghyeon reached you, he leaned against you almost instantly, his weight warm and heavy against your shoulder.
Martin pointed at him seriously.
“Do not let him drink again because he’s either gonna ruin the party or start confessing his feelings to random furniture.”
“I was not talking to furniture,” Seonghyeon mumbled.
“You thanked a lamp.”
“That’s because it looked nice.”
You laughed quietly before Martin started walking backward toward the elevator again.
“Good luck,” he called out. “And seriously, keep him alive.”
Then he disappeared.
Leaving you alone with your extremely drunk boyfriend clinging to your shoulder.
For a moment Seonghyeon just stayed there quietly, arms loosely around your waist while his forehead rested against the side of your head.
“You smell nice,” he murmured suddenly.
You smiled despite yourself. “Thank you.”
His grip tightened slightly like he was making sure you were real.
“Missed you.”
The words came out so soft and honest that your chest hurt a little.
“You saw me this morning,” you whispered.
“Still missed you.”
God.
You carefully guided him inside before closing the door behind you, and the second you did, he immediately followed you around the apartment like a lost puppy while you prepared things for him.
You grabbed comfortable clothes from your drawer, placing them neatly inside the bathroom before turning the shower on slightly so the water could warm up.
“You need to shower first,” you told him gently.
Seonghyeon stood beside the sink watching you quietly, looking impossibly tired and clingy at the same time.
Then suddenly he moved closer.
Enough that you had to tilt your head up to look at him properly because of the obvious height difference between you two. Even drunk, he somehow still carried that naturally soft presence around you, except now it felt less controlled.
Needier.
His arms slid around your waist slowly before he leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder, practically folding himself against you.
You immediately wrapped your arms around the back of his neck carefully, fingers brushing softly through the messy hair at the nape of it.
“It’s okay, babe,” you whispered. “You’re okay.”
He made a quiet sound against your shoulder, almost like a hum.
You smiled slightly. “Was this your first time drinking?”
After a small pause, he nodded.
That made your smile grow instantly.
Of course it was.
Everything suddenly made sense now. The clinginess. The nonstop honesty.
You gently rubbed circles against the back of his neck while he stayed there holding you silently.
Then after a few seconds, he spoke again.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
He lifted his head slightly just enough to look at you properly, eyes heavy and unfocused but still impossibly soft.
“I love you so much.”
Your heart almost stopped.
Before you could even answer, he leaned down and kissed you.
Harder than usual.
Desperate in a way that completely caught you off guard because Seonghyeon was normally shy with affection, always hesitating before kisses, always getting embarrassed after holding your hand for too long.
But now he kissed you like he could not help himself.
Like every thought in his head had disappeared except you.
You could taste the alcohol faintly against his lips, sweet and bitter at the same time, but you barely noticed because of how tightly he held you.
One of his hands moved up your back slowly while he kissed you again, deeper this time, and your fingers tightened instinctively behind his neck as your breathing started getting uneven.
When he finally pulled back slightly for air, his forehead rested against yours for barely a second before he leaned in again immediately.
Another kiss.
Then another.
Your brain felt completely scrambled by the sudden affection.
“Babe,” you murmured breathlessly against his lips, barely managing to speak between kisses. “Calm down.”
The second the words left your mouth, he stopped immediately.
His eyes widened slightly like he just realized what he was doing.
“Sorry,” he whispered instantly.
You blinked up at him, still breathless.
He looked genuinely flustered now despite being drunk, his cheeks flushed deeper pink than before.
“You just…” He swallowed softly. “You drive me crazy.”
Your stomach flipped painfully.
A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it and you shook your head slightly, still holding onto him.
“I think you’re really drunk.”
“I know.”
But he clearly did not care.
Instead he just hugged you closer again, hiding his face against your shoulder like he suddenly got shy all over again after saying too much.
Which somehow made the whole thing even cuter.
Eventually, after a lot of convincing and helping him not trip over literally nothing, you managed to get him showered and into clean clothes.
By the time you both finally crawled into bed, the apartment had gone completely silent again.
Seonghyeon immediately moved toward you the second he laid down, arms wrapping around your waist while he pulled you close against his chest like he physically could not sleep otherwise.
His face buried itself into your neck comfortably, warm breaths brushing softly against your skin while one of his legs tangled lazily with yours under the blanket.
You smiled quietly in the darkness, fingers brushing gently through his damp hair.
“Better?” you whispered.
He nodded sleepily against your shoulder.
Then after a few seconds, his voice came out soft and tired.
“Still love you.”
Your chest hurt again in the best way possible.
You pressed a small kiss against his forehead before cuddling closer into him, listening to his breathing slowly even out as exhaustion finally took over both of you.
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