[8:44 pm]
(cw: mentions of alcohol consumption)
“Your legs are too long, slow down!” You called out as you struggled to keep up with Winwin.
He scoffed playfully, gradually slowing his pace so it no longer looked as if he were dragging you while he jogged ahead of you hand in hand. You heaved in a huge dramatic breath just to further push his buttons, but you didn’t miss his soft smile.
Today had been a productive day for the both of you. You left the house early, ran some errands, went home and cleaned, then went for a nice evening stroll just as the sun was setting. Well, it was now almost an hour past the official sunset time, it was getting cold and your legs were starting to hurt after chasing your boyfriend.
Lost in thought, you missed the squeeze on your hand. When you finally tuned back into your surroundings you saw a smug look on Winwin’s face. “I’m just thinking...” he trailed off.
You stayed quiet, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say ‘go on.’ “Well, we’ve just been together for a while now. We know each other so well and I don’t know I’m just feeling nostalgic. We’ve come so far,” Winwin sighed dreamily.
It wasn’t very often that Winwin got ‘mushy’ as he called it, usually only when he was a bit tipsy or on anniversaries, so this moment was surprising. A lovely surprise.
“My telling you to slow down triggered this? You are so whipped.” You teased.
He rolled his eyes, “I guess I should explain a little more, maybe I was just thinking about how I won you over. Actually, just that you liked me at all.”
“Aw, don’t say that you’re such-”
“It’s kind of embarrassing that you had a crush on me,” he interrupted.
You stopped in place, mouth agape- huh? “Weren’t you the one that was just reminiscing on our relationship? I was thinking about how my legs hurt from chasing you through this park on a walk you insisted we take! And don’t make it sound like I was the only one with a crush! You asked me out, not the other way-”
Interrupted yet again. This time by a kiss. It was a short kiss, a little longer than a peck but still enough to make your heart race, palms sweat, and make you just the slightest bit dizzy.
Just inches away from you, forehead pressed to your very own, “Not everyone needs to know the history of our relationship.”
You chose to not point out the fact that he was as red as a tomato, and instead pecked his nose and continued the walk home.
“I know you love me Sicheng,” you smiled at him.
“Shut up,” and though it seemed impossible, he got even more red.
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a/n: I think I’m a little rusty, enjoy!!
