clingy, sad, soppy phainon, fluff, sfw, unedited, modern!au
phainon: Good morning baby!
phainon: Thinking of you :(
phainon: I hope you have a good day!
phainon: I just walked by a cafe that you would like
phainon: We should go soon!
phainon: Goodnight my love :>
phainon: Sweet dreams
phainon: I hope you're sleeping well
phainon: And on time
phainon: Don't stay up, ok?
phainon: I love you
For nearly a week and a half, Phainon has been texting you relentlessly. After you had told him you needed some space, that you weren't feeling like a priority to him and needed a break to gather your bearings, he had agreed with barely concealed disappointment, looking as if you had torn his heart out and stomped it flat.
Phainon was always someone who had one foot in many doors, an overachiever of sorts, and for how busy he was, he did try his best to accomodate and spend time with you. However, one person can only stomach so much before other things start feeling arbitrary, and after many rain checks and late meetups, you didn't want to be the thing to hold him back and drag him down.
You didn't want to lose him, and you still loved him dearly, but sometimes love is not enough. You needed time to see if this relationship was something you and him still wanted.
"You're not breaking up with me, right?" He asks through a wobbly frown, eyes silently begging and saying what he didn't after you proposed some distance from each other.
"No, I just- you're a busy person, Phainon, and I'm not feeling like a priority right now, or like you even want to be with me," you reasoned.
"What? You've always been a priority to me, and I do want to be with you, I don't want anyone else but you!"
"You say that, but it's difficult to believe when it feels like you've put me on the backburner."
"I'm sorry, I'll do better, we can work through it, I promise!"
"It's not your fault, Phainon, life gets in the way sometimes. I just need space to figure things out."
"I don't want space," he frowns, holding your hand even tighter, refusing to let you go. "I especially don't want space from you."
"Phainon..."
"What can I do to fix this?"
You bite the inside of your cheek. "Give me some time, I'll... I'll let you know when I'm ready."
Eventually, he relents, but he voices his resistance and asks for one last kiss for the road. You grant it, and he pulls you in and breathes you in like air, as if you were the oxygen he needed before diving into deep waters and swimming against tough currents, even refusing to let you go for a moment so he can sneak more than just one kiss, pressing his lips against yours again and again.
He lets you go after that, staring at you like a kicked puppy as you walk away.
You never said he couldn't text you, so here you were, reading multiple texts that he sends a week, most of them detailing how he was thinking of you or missing you. It seems as if you occupied a lot of space on his mind, and he was determined to let you know whenever you did.
You would offer a reply here and there, and he would respond with great enthusiasm, trying his best to keep the conversation going; to prompt more out of you.
phainon: [ photo ]
phainon: Look at this cute dog I saw! He had a little hat!
phainon: You would have loved him haha
phainon: Wish you were here
phainon: ...
phainon: Like. A lot
At the end of the day, you've realised how much you wanted him around too, and it was tough being without him. It seems as though he feels the same, if the texts were anything to go by.
you: can we talk?
For some reason, he doesn't respond within a close time frame this time. No, your message is left on delivered for a while, and you're left wondering if you've really messed up this time, or maybe you're too late and Phainon is finally fed up. Maybe he realised he deserved better than what you could give him.
Half an hour later, the doorbell to your apartment rings, and it's Phainon's voice that comes through the intercom.
"I'm here," he sounds breathless through the speaker, and you're so overwhelmed by the suddenness of the situation that all you can do is mutter a small 'come in', and hear him slam the door behind him.
You wait by the entrance, slightly nervous as you bite your nails. Why didn't he respond to you? Did he drop everything to come to yours?
A barrage of impatient knocks attack your door.
"Take me back," he pleads as soon as you open it. He has a big bouquet of flowers in one hand and his heart in the other, offering both to you with great desperation.
There are subtle deteriorations to his appearance- his hair is slightly matted, as if he has been running a hand through it, there are barely noticeable eyebags on his perfect skin, along with a few blemishes, and his cheeks are a little sunken. It seems like he hasn't been taking care of himself since you last saw him.
You forgot why you even asked for space in the first place.
Soulmates is a concept made by people trying to justify love and wholeness that being with someone brings you, that needed to put a label on this irreplaceable feeling of knowing you love someone and they love you in kind.
The feeling that Phainon brings you, and it's never been more clear that he's the only one for you.
However, in your daze, he has seemingly mistook your silence for rejection, watching your expression remain unreadable with a sense of impatience that creeps up his chest, squeezes his throat, and begs for an answer.
To your bewilderment, he drops to his knees, the bouquet falling to the floor as he wraps his arms around your hips and thighs, face pressed against your lower stomach.
"Please?" He pleads.
"Whoa, Phainon, stand up!" You exclaim, steadying yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders.
He shakes his head with firm resolution. "Not until you take me back, so please?"
"Phainon-"
"- I'll be good, I'll be everything you need!"
"I love you."
That silences him real quick, and all of a sudden he's jumping to his feet and wrapping you in his arms, keeping you pressed close to his chest until there's no space in between you. Then, Phainon breathes a sigh of relief, as if all is right with the world again.
He's all over you as soon as you let him in. When the bouquet is placed on the table, he's clinging to you like no other, laying on your lap and hugging your waist.
You fear he may burst into tears any moment.
The rest of the day is spent together. You go out for lunch, Phainon pays, you stay in for dinner, one that you cook, and things fall right back into place. He tells you about what he's been up to, you ask to know more, and he does the same, listening with great eagerness, and as his thumb rubs circles into the back of your hand, you realise how privileged you are to be loved by him.
When the moon is high in the sky and most of the lights in homes have been turned off, Phainon lays on top of you under your covers, his cheek resting on your chest and arms wrapped around your sides.
"I've missed you," he confesses while your hands run through his hair, untangling any knots they get stuck in.
"I missed you too, I'm sorry for being distant and thank you for being patient," you say. "You're too good to me."
He shakes his head. "I realised you were right, I've always had a tendency to keep myself busy and never give myself a break, I didn't realise how important that was until you brought it up."
"Still, I think there were better and less selfish ways for us to get there, but I appreciate that you were considerate of me, I needed some time to gather my thoughts. I love you."
Phainon presses a lingering kiss to your collarbone. "I love you more, I'm happy you're feeling better now, my love."
You hum happily, but suddenly, he wails very quietly, wrapping his arms around you even tighter. Before you can ask what's wrong, he speaks up.
"Never do that to me again, never ask for space again. If something's bothering you, we'll work through it together," he pleads. "Being without you was like prolonged torture, I don't want to go through that again."
You can't help but laugh softly. "I'm sorry, but I'm here now, right?"
"And I'm not letting you go ever again."
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gn reader. fluff / sfw. you dont say 'i love you' back. petnames used; my dear, my angel. โ ๐ masterlist.
Most people wouldn't expect it. For the renowned head of the Oak Family to treasure the affection that you so graciously gave him, the soft kisses and the kind words spoken between such acts of intimacy.
But you found SUNDAY's appreciation for it to be quite adorable considering his status, it's not something you would've even been able to foresee yourself. You'd clicked quite perfectly into his routine and now he would probably find it quite difficult to go about his day without you sending him off with a quick kiss and a shared I love you.
Though your curiosity only serves as a means of entertainment. Why not test that theory?
There's a gentle atmosphere between you and Sunday as you rest in the kitchen of his family mansion, finishing breakfast as your feet swing absentmindedly from where they hang from your stool. He's watching you, like he finds your general existence to be quite fascinating and whenever you choose to meet his gaze he seems to smile.
"I hope the meal was to your liking, my angel. Though it is quite unfortunate that I must take my leave, I shan't allow my responsibilities to interrupt our evening together." His voice is soft as he stands and it makes your eyes lift to follow him.
"I'll be waiting for you to come back." Your lips pout cutely as you send Sunday an expectant blink, he picks up on the message in your gaze as he crosses the room. You almost feel bad knowing your little innocent prank may make his schedule run late- but not enough for you to consider forgetting about it.
He smiles at you as he steps close enough to take your head in his hands- pressing a quick kiss across your hairline before hes taking a long inhale. He stops there for a moment, "I will ensure you're not kept waiting long."
"I love you." It's a gentle reminder as Sunday's fingers stroke along your cheeks and no matter how many times the words sound- they still make you feel warm. Though despite that, you opt to not return the affectionate confession, and he picks up on that immediately.
"See you, Sunday." You smile, mostly to yourself but you pick up on the sort of twitching flutter of his wings. Almost like the way someone's features would perk up in interest or disbelief. It's really quite cute.
Though not as charming as the curious look he gives you when he pulls himself away. "Heh. I.. I see. Well, I guess it is time for me to leave now." It was quite unlike Sunday to come across so awkward but that is exactly the word you'd use to describe him as you watch him now.
It's quite obvious hes making no attempt to leave the kitchen just yet, but his attempts at making himself look busy as an excuse fall quite flat. He looks almost clumsy as he pretends to fix his already pristine appearance, fumbling with different utensils as he moves them around the counter, smoothing down the table cloth.
His features pull into a frown as he turns to look at you again.
"Anything else I may provide for you before I take my leave?"
"Nope, everything else is good." You respond quickly and the frown on Sunday's pretty features becomes quite obvious when you do. He almost scoffs,
"I see. Well, anything you'd like to get off of your chest? Anything at all."
"Nope." You pop the P at the end of your sentence and it makes him turn his body to face you again.
It's quite a quick movement as Sunday takes your face in his hands again, fingers clasping around your chin before he's turning you gently from side to side, as if to look for some surface wound. Some abnormality that would explain why you're withholding your love from him so suddenly and the display makes you finally release the laugh you've been holding.
"You're going to make me feel bad if you keep looking at me like that." Your words make him release the frown hes been wearing before his wings almost curl around his cheeks- hiding his expression from you as he realises your deliberate teasing.
"Hm, you are so funny, my dear." Though Sunday doesn't laugh when he says it, making him seem even more cuter as he suddenly averts his gaze from yours. His fingers still opt to squeeze around your cheeks though, making your lips jut out cutely- as if that serves as punishment.
"If you're quite done?" He sends you another frown, and though there's no real anger beneath it- it urges you to turn and press a kiss to his fingertips.
"I love you." You hum and it makes Sunday's wings flutter almost giddily this time, though he doesn't let his facade of annoyance crack as he clears his throat. He squeezes at your cheeks again until you're prying him off with a smile,
"Hm. Yes, as I thought. I'm quite sure you do." His response is almost grumpy, but you find it to be quite adorable given the reason. He does seem to be almost relieved that it was a prank- but still, he cant let you off so easily as he suddenly turns to step away from you.
"You should count yourself lucky I have a schedule to adhere to. Nevertheless, I won't let you off lightly tonight, I assure you of that." Sunday's usual tone of voice returns as he makes his way towards the door to the kitchen. Still, his steps seem to be deliberately slow as your own sound behind him- following at his heels as you grumble playfully, pulling on his coat.
"Hey! Come on-- I said it back eventually!"
The servants of the Oak Family have seen a different side to Sunday since you arrived. The bickering they hear between you both, echoing quietly down the hallway is truly actually quite adorable.
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