the living room is dim except for the light from the tv. you’re curled into your side of the couch with a blanket over your legs, absentmindedly playing with the strings of your hoodie while lamine flips through channels to watch on the tv.

he lands on a peso pluma interview, you immediately look up from your fingers.

“there we go,” he mutters, dropping the remote onto the cushion beside him.

you glance over, “what?”

“nothing.” he shrugs.

you know that tone, it’s the kind where’s he’s either jealous or annoyed with you, “why’d you say it like that?” you ask.

“like what?” he says, even though he knows exactly what he did.

you shake your head and turn back toward the television.

the interviewer is asking about music influences, concerts, and random stories from tours. every now and then you smile or quietly laugh at something being said.

lamine, meanwhile, has stopped paying attention entirely, he’s paying attention to you.

after a few minutes, he speaks up, “you actually watch his interviews when i’m not around, don’t you?”

you furrow your eyebrows slightly, “sometimes, i mean i watch yours too.”

he lets out a breath through his nose, “right.”

you look over, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing,” he says, leaning back further from you.

you know it’s another lie, but you turn your attention back towards the screen in front of you, continuing to play with parts of your hoodie.

the interviewer laughs on screen. “okay, serious question,” he says. “who’s your celebrity crush right now?” he grins wide, “everyone’s wondering.”

you don’t actually care who he might say, but you listen in anyways, then peso pluma says your name while blushing.

“are you kidding me?” lamine says quietly, scoffing.

you pause, nervous, “i didn’t know he was gonna say that.”

“obviously.” he gives a short laugh, “i know you didn’t plan it.”

you sit there awkwardly as the interview keeps going in the background.

“that’s crazy, though,” you say after a moment, avoiding eye contact.

he nods slowly, “yeah.”

“lamine.” you complain, looking up at him, he’s looking at his phone.

“hm?” he says, scrolling through videos.

“you’re being weird.” you nudge his thigh with your foot.

he looks up from his phone, “am i?”

“yes.” you widen your eyes, annoyed.

he rubs a hand over his face, “i don’t know, maybe i am.”

you pull your legs up to your chest, “why?”

“because that’s literally your favorite artist,” he says.

you don’t answer, instead you bite your lip slightly.

“you listen to him all the time.”

you were about to say something when he cut you off, “and you think he’s attractive.”

your eyes widen slightly once more, “i mean,”

“no, don’t even deny it,” he says with a small shake of his head. “you’ve told me before.”

you stare at the blanket in your lap, because technically he’s right. you had never actually said you had a crush on him or anything, but when you two met you went to one of his concerts together. you just so happened to mention he was conveniently attractive, not that he was your type nor crazy hot.

“okay,” you admit quietly.

he leans back into the couch, “exactly, you have nothing to say.” you hear the insecurity in his voice and it catches you off guard.

“it’s stupid,” he says after a few seconds. “i know it’s stupid.”

you look over at him, his arms are crossed now and he won’t look you in the eyes, instead his jaw is closed shut.

“nothing’s gonna happen. i know that. i know he’s a person on a screen.” he pauses. “but it still sucks hearing that.”

“why?” you ask softly, “you know i don’t actually find him handsome or anything.” you left out a quiet laugh.

he laughs, not believing you, “because you’re excited whenever he comes on.”

you frown, “i get excited about lots of things.”

“not like that.” he responds quickly.

“you know all his songs. you know random facts about him. if an interview comes up, you wanna watch it.” he shrugs. “and now he says your name.”

“i know it’s stupid and i’m overreacting,” he sighs, “but for like thirty seconds all i could think was, ‘great. of course it’s the guy she actually likes listening to.’”

you stare at him, you know he’s not overreacting, instead he’s being insecure, for good reason and you understand why. you move a little closer. “hey.”

without saying anything, you climb onto his lap, pulling the blanket with you.

“what are you doing?” he asks quietly, his hands immediately going to your waist.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “comforting my dramatic boyfriend.”

he huffs, “i’m not dramatic.”

“you absolutely are,” you smile, “you know i wouldn’t want to look at anyone but you.”

his lips twitch ever so slightly and you lean forward to press a soft kiss against his mouth.

when you pull back, his forehead rests against yours,“you know i love you, right?” you ask.

he rolls his eyes, “obviously.”

“no, seriously.” your fingers run through the hair at the back of his neck.

“i listen to music because i like music and i think some celebrities look good, but not in the same way i think you look good.” you caress his cheek, “and you’re the person i come home to. you’re the person i’m sitting on right now.” you wink playfully.

he finally relaxes a little, his grip around your waist loosens, “yeah?” he asks.

“yeah.” you nod, reassuring him and you kiss him again, more passionate.

the interview is still playing in the background. you reach over, grab the remote, and switch to something else entirely.

“there,” you say, settling comfortably against his chest.

he lets out a quiet laugh, “awe you changed it just for me?”

you rest your head against his shoulder. “you’re annoying when you’re jealous.”

his arms wrap around you, placing his head on your shoulder, “i wasn’t jealous.”

you look up at him and he immediately looks away, blushing, “okay,” you say.

“maybe i was a little jealous,” he admits.

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please know i am currently working on all ask’s, feel free to send more! i will try my hardest to get to it as fast as possible. :) also, i hope i understand your request correctly, i wasn’t too sure what you meant by “at one of her events.” i apologize!

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