"break up...and make up?"
latina!kook!reader x rafe
you were lying if you said the "break up" with rafe didnt hurt you. sure you weren't exactly dating, but he meant something to you. unfortunately.
thankfully your family took a trip to acapulco for a week after the breakup. you allowed yourself to take a break. from everything, from rafe.
the breakup was messy. but so was everything that involved you and rafe. he had been mean, talking about how you're so needy, how 'crazy' you are. you slapped him, but you regretted it the moment it happened! you were just so angry at him.
and you got even more angry when he posted up with a girl not even 3 hours later. it hurt you more than you would like to admit. rafe was...different. to an extent, he's the only one that knows how to tame you. and you're the only one that knows how to tame him.
yet 3 weeks went by in no contact.
later, he saw you at a party.
you looked so... happy. giggling, smiling as you and your friends dived into the pool. for once he didnt look at your body, he looked at you. "hey." topper interrupted his train of thought, "the drinks are over there, man."
rafe nodded, walking past the pool. you notice him, ofcourse you did. but you brush him off, or atleast your force yourself to. because you want nothing more than to be in his arms, to be his girl again. even with all the fights, all the drama.
and he, he misses everything that has to do with you. specially your neediness. it took him long to realize that your neediness, nobody but him could get it. you were soft, vulnerable, loving to anyone else but him. and god only knows how bad he craves you wanting him back. but he also craves you. with all your love, hate, anger, and affection.
he doesn't do anything until he sees a guy get into the pool. any guy within 5 feet of you are dead in his eyes. so he does the impulsive thing, the toxic thing to get int the pool. him ripping his shirt and pants off trigger the whole partygoers to get in the pool. you notice him getting into the pool, your smile drops. so you walk close to the corner to get away from him.
but he gets to you, ofcourse he does. "seriously?" you whisper, glaring up at him. "i had to make sure." he whispers back. you're against the corner of the pool now. he's looming over you, his frame hiding yours. "its none of your business who i talk to." you answer back, ignoring the way his chest is just staring right at you.
"it is my fu-" he's getting aggressive. and he hates that. totally not because he had told himself to try to be less...his usual himself with you. he needs to learn how to treat you soft. its only then that he'll fully express how he truly feels about you. even if its fucking cheesy. "i want it to be my business."
he cups your cheek, and you don't pull away. you just stare at him with those angry eyes and he wishes could turn into those soft looking eyes he loves so much. "i want you to be my business." he dips his head, enough to make you falter. "i dont understand." you mumble, looking at him. really into him.
it is then that you realize how genuine he's really being. the water splashing, the loud music and the loud people tune out and its only you and him. "i want to try again. this time really try." he sighs, dropping his hand to your waist. "i want you to be my girlfriend."
"girlfriend?" you gulp. you been a girlfriend before. but it just...wasnt you. maybe because the guy was not compatible with you. but with rafe, maybe there is a chance. just maybe. "you have to change tho." you say in the most stern tone you can muster up right now. "you have to be a boyfriend." he nods, because he truly understands.
loyalty, love, patience, everything that has to do with being in a relationship isnt his forte. but he's willing to change. "ill do it. for you." and before you can answer he's kissing you desperately. his hands grabbing your arms to wrap them around his neck.
the kiss is raw, desperate. its not like rafe at all. atleast not the rafe you were used to. this rafe, this rafe was willing to risk everything for you. you could feel it in his touch, how his hands gripped your legs to wrap them around his waist. usually you wouldn't think anything of it, the boy is just horny. but now you can feel that tinge of desperation in his touch. how he clenches his hands on you as if to test if you really are here.
the rest of the party he isnt off of you. he helps you get out of the pool, wraps you in a towel and sits you on his lap. he doesn't overdo it, doesn't want to make you feel like he's love bombing you. but it is enough to make you feel genuinely cared for.
he kisses your forehead, your lips, even feeds you. he doesn't drink, doesn't do coke. because for that night, and hopefully the rest to come will all be about you and him.
its funny, really. you, the bitch of outer banks, reduced to nothing when you're at his lap, curled up in his arms. its a rare sight to see, but one that you hope becomes the normal.
