#dating chen

Request: If there's still space, can I request #1 with jongdae please? Thanks!!

Prompt:

1)  ”Here’s a concept…me and you…married.”

Pairing: EXO’s Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff       

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Looking to your reflection in the mirror, you let out a quiet groan. The dancing, holiday cats on your sweater were some of the most awful things you had ever seen (and that was ignoring the fact that they also lit up if you flipped a covert switch hidden within the knit.) You turned to the side, furrowing your brows as you further examined your outfit.

Whoever came up with the idea of Ugly Holiday Sweater parties should be sat in a pile of ants on a hot summer day with honey dripping from their earlobes.

But that was just your personal opinion.

“Ugh, how can someone who styles celebrities professionally...show up in an outfit like this?” you clucked, spinning one last time.

SM entertainment was known publicly for their Halloween party, but what few knew was that they also hosted a party in December every year as well. Disregarding holiday preferences, most all employees attended if for nothing more than free food. You had been dragged along every year since you had landed the position as a stylist, and didn’t intend on missing it now. Not even when they changed the theme to an “ugly sweater” party.

“Are you ready?” your friend and fellow stylist asked as she waltzed into the room. Your eyes grew in size as you took her in, her tight sweater leaving little to the imagination.

“You are aware that this is an UGLY sweater event, right?” you croaked, looking down to the sack-like jumper you were wearing.

“Ugly,” she clucked. “Does not mean ill-fitting.”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your bag before you had the chance to talk yourself out of going. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Where’s the antler headband I bought you?” she hummed, her hands on her hips. Her heels didn’t budge as she began to survey your apartment. “They complete the look.”

“Isn’t the sweater enough?” you sighed, already exhausted.

“Fine, grumpy,” she said, sticking her tongue out at you. “Try to save the fun for the rest of us.”

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You moodily gnawed on your candy cane as you surveyed the party bustling around you. Food was being served, drinks were being poured, but you still felt pouty,

“Isn’t this fun?” your coworker gasped, scraping the icing from her holiday cookie.

“I can hardly contain my excitement,” you grumbled. You would rather blend in with the wallpaper than stand out with your brightly flashing cat sweater.

“Did you see Baekhyun over there? Oh, and Key? They’re looking so scrumptious,” she hummed, nearly vibrating with excitement. “Good tidings aren’t the only things I would be giving them-”

“Aye!” you gasped, your eyes wide. “Calm down. You see idols every day!”

“I style for NCT Dream,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “I can’t fantasize about babies.”

“As you shouldn’t!” you said sternly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly attracted to these whole ass men wandering around,” she growled, narrowing her eyes at a guy you recognized to be in Marketing. “Who is that?”

“He’s in a different department,” you murmured, sending a silent wish of luck his way. For as much as you enjoyed being around your friend, she was a bit...difficult sometimes.

“Interesting,” she said, lifting her brows. “I may have to introduce myself.”

“Don’t make me stand awkwardly alone!” you gasped, already dreading the idea of having to make small talk.

“Live a little,” she grinned, looking down to her cookie before taking a bite. “Make friends.”

“With who?” you groaned.

“Why not an idol?” she asked, tilting her head. “What about Chen?”

“Chen?” you asked, lifting your brows. The name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t entirely place it.

“Yeah, the guy who’s been hogging the karaoke mic. He also happens to have on the same horrifying sweater as you,” she sighed, more interested in her cookie than she was in the conversation at this point.

“You said it was cute!” you gasped.

“It is,” she chuckled. “In a grandma-type way.” 

“Why him?” you sighed.

“Because he’s hot,” she said thoughtfully. “And he’s a celebrity. And the matching sweaters are a good talking point.”

“Since when did you become such a social butterfly?” you murmured.

“Doesn’t take a butterfly to know how to interact with people,” she grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring him over your way. Maybe he can introduce me to-”

You missed the name of whatever miscellaneous celebrity she mentioned because she was already shuffling out of sight.

Grimacing you took a few steps to follow her, but stopped yourself. Sure, you knew you should probably be networking and talking with your coworkers, but you weren’t exactly the most confident.

Working with the dreamies had preconditioned you to deal with idols who were more like little brothers. You never worried about how you looked in front of them, or how silly you sounded. They always laughed at your jokes and treated you kindly. The older groups were what intimidated you. The men closer to your age, who were in general the more adultier-adults at the label, scared you to no end.

Of course you knew they were probably just as kind as their younger label mates, but you never allowed yourself to figure that out. You were happy being unseen.

Obscurity was where you had decided you belonged. Things were calmer that way.

Safer.

Stirred from your thoughts, you looked up just in time to see a new face in your field of vision.

“Well, call me Rudolph because i have been sleigh-ed,” he grinned. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Chen.”

“I’m Y/N,” you nodded with a polite bow. “Nice sweater.”

Chen looked down with a wide grin and shimmied his torso a bit. Your friend wasn’t incorrect. It was exactly the same one that you were wearing.

“I didn’t think anyone else would possibly pick this one out,” he laughed. “You must have wonderful taste.”

You lifted your brows and attempted to stifle your laugh. “Is that it?”

“Duh,” he grinned, careful to make sure you were smiling as well. “When people were asking me about coming here with my partner earlier, I was totally confused...but now I get it! We are wearing couples items after all...

...So, you may or may not have noticed that I was doing a bit of karaoke earlier before your friend insisted I come over. Won’t you sing a duet with me? Pretty please?”

“That’s a nice offer,” you sighed, glancing to your feet. “But there’s a reason why I’m a stylist.”

“Is it because you’re so pretty?” he gasped, his eyes wide with innocence.

You felt the heat of embarrassment begin to creep up your neck. He...thought...YOU...were pretty?

“Because i can’t sing,” you corrected, refusing to look up at him.

“Everyone can sing,” he hummed. You didn’t have to make eye contact to know he was still watching you. “It’s just an opinion if people like it or not.”

You shook your head quickly before allowing yourself to lock eyes with him and let out a nervous chuckle.

“Come on, wouldn’t it be cute if two people, wearing matching sweaters, sang a song together?” He begged, reaching forward and grabbing your hand.

Your face was an unmanageable amount of hot as you willed yourself not to look at the place where your skin was now touching his. He apparently had no issue with being forward.

“What about a dance?” he coaxed. “We can rock around the Christmas tree all night long if you’d like.”

“Dance,” you choked out, more of an acknowledgement of the word. How were you going to keep up with an idol’s dancing skills?

Lucky for you, Chen’s skill seemed to nearly evaporate. If it wasn’t part of a choreographed production, he wasn’t going to be the most talented dancer you had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” you said quietly, trying to hide your amusement. After he had taken your stupid utterance of “dance” as an agreement to actually follow him onto the floor, he proceeded to break into his “best” moves.

Which were thoroughly entertaining, but not for the reason you would have guessed.

“I’m free-styling.”

“You look like your pelvis is caught up in a spasm,” you laughed, shaking your head. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw his fellow idols beginning to laugh at his antics as well.

He really was sweet, but the attention was beginning to make you sweat.

“You say tomato, i say tomahto,” he grinned, eyes closed as he was lost in the beat.

Looking from one side of the crowd to the other, you took a deep breath. Catching eye contact with several people you would prefer to be invisible around, you found yourself beginning to step to the side. “I’m going to get some punch.”

“I’ll come with you,” Chen perked up, opening his eyes.

“That’s really not necessary,” you croaked, keeping your face to the ground.

“I’m thirsty too!” he gasped, instantly taking your hand. Chen smiled brightly at you before offering an obnoxious wink. “We’re pretty similar, don’t you think? I mean...we showed up in couples outfits without even having met before! I don’t want to sound too crazy here, but how about this concept...me and you...married. It’s obvious that we were meant to be.” 

You attempted to keep from choking on your saliva. The two of you couldn’t be more different.

“No offense, I’m sure you’re incredibly sweet, but if i take off this matching sweater, will you leave me alone?” you whispered.

“Probably not,” he grinned. 

“Well...at least your honest.”

“Honesty is the best policy...and honestly, i would love it if you’d agree to a date with me,” he nodded, not even skipping a beat as the two of you arrived at the snack table. “I’d love to get to know you more.”

You blinked in surprise. “Backtracking after you already suggested we get married?”

“I mean, we could work backwards if you wanted,” he smirked. “Marriage, then dating, and then...well, what would come after that?”

You still had to wrap your brain around it. You had quickly established that Chen was very similar to a puppy. Not long after meeting you, he had decided he had liked you.

He had chosen you, in essence, and you wouldn’t be getting rid of him easily.

“So?” he prodded. “Don’t leave me waiting in suspense!”

“Uh, sure,” you managed with a wince. You didn’t want to sound unenthusiastic, but the night has changed rapidly. Especially since Chen had introduced himself.

“if you wake up in a box tomorrow,” he cooed. “Just know it’s because I’ve asked Santa for you this year.”

“That is actually horrifying and mildly adorable at the same time,” you laughed, shaking your head. You had nearly forgotten that he had been holding your hand all of this time.

“Sounds like me!”

“Comforting. Something to look forward to i guess,” you shook your head and attempted not to giggle. For as silly as he was, he really was starting to  grow on you.

Glancing up from your interlocked fingers, your breath caught in your throat as you noticed the holiday lights reflected in Chen’s dark eyes. He really was quite  handsome.

He watched you closely, silent for the first time since you had met him.

“What?” you croaked

“Nothing,” he smirked, continuing to stare at you without shame.

“Then what are you looking at?” you whispered, furrowing your brows.

“An angel, i think,” he hummed, his smile growing wider. “You just aren’t on top of a tree.”

You felt your heart flutter and heat begin to climb up your neck again.

Genre: Fluff > Angst 

Pairing: Jongdae x You 

By Admin T 

A/N: Yes, I’m still on hiatus (maybe semi-hiatus is better?) but I had to write this because I was missing the IRL bf so much a few days ago. More notes on that at the end of this scenario! Enjoy!

You both sat next to each other in companionable silence. Well, companionable wasn’t the right adjective. You were both more than companions. It was your first date and you’d both somehow found each other on your bed, your backs against the pillows as you both stared at the ceiling. The whole scene was very Rated G despite the fact that you were both enamored with each other. 

-Requested- (Hope you like it sweetie)

Prompt:

#7-  “It’s always been you.” #97- “You’ll be the death of me.” + fluff + Kim Jongdae

Parings: Kim Jongdae (Chen) X reader

Warnings: lol just letting you know that this is a drabble, so don’t expect it to be very long

-Mary

“What do you think of this one?” You ask your boyfriend Jongdae, coming out of the changing room at Forever 21 with a black crop top that says “Tender Love” in white and a pair of high waisted denim jeans.

“I really like the shirt, and you look amazing in those jeans.” He smiles warmly at you, and you smile back at him.

“I only have to try on that red dress and we can go.” You say entering the changing room once again.

“Wow...” Jongdae murmurs and flashes you a shy smile as you come out looking just like a princess.

“Do you like it?” You say placing a small section of your hair behind your ear while looking down to the floor.

“Of course I like it! You look absolutely stunning babe. You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” He rushes to your side and hugs you.

“Are you nervous? Your heart is beating so fast.” You playfully tease him, and Jongdae blushes slightly.

“It’s always been you. The only one who can make my heart beat this fast.”

“And there goes my heart.” You say clenching your hand into your chest. 

Yaaas girl ❤ can I request an extra fluffy Chen drabble? I would like to read some soulmates au but I let it up to you. ✨✨

I hope this was extra fluffy enough for you @jjong-dae77! I didn’t go for a soulmates AU route but was inspired by the gif below when I watched the Elyxion documentary. I hope that’s okay and that you still enjoy it, anyway!

Genre: Fluff 

Pairing: Jongdae x Female!Reader 

By Admin T 

“Christmas day,” muttered Kyungsoo as he walked alongside Jongdae while they made their way towards the stage. It was six hours until the concert started but they were still rehearsing for any last minute changes and warming up for an intense three hour marathon of singing and dancing.

Jongdae sighed, “Christmas day.” All he could think about was you. He’d just gotten off the phone with you not too long ago to greet you a Merry Christmas but he knew it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be there with you to celebrate: opening gifts, cuddling by the fire and just being with you on a holiday. But he was working. 

chocolatier! jongdae?

Anon, you got me with two words. I LOVE this idea. I love chocolate. I love Jongdae. DONE. 

Genre: Chocolatier AU, Fluff

Pairing: Jongdae x You 

By Admin T 

He always hummed when he worked. You never saw his face, just his back as he worked through recipes, but you’d always see what was on the table. Chocolate covered fruits, confections, molds. It was different almost every day and you were excited to see what you would find next. 

You’d been hired to be an ‘assistant’. You thought you’d work for the owner of the shop: the chocolatier. But it just so happened that he was always cooking, baking, making something. So, you worked with his best friend who ran the administrative things: Baekhyun. 

“He likes to be left alone when he’s making something,” said Baekhyun on your first day. “Trust me, I learned the hard way.” He, then, proceeded to tell you about the one afternoon when Baekhyun had effectively interrupted Jongdae and ruined the makings of a chocolate rabbit that instead turned into a chocolate hamster. 

“So, I’m your assistant?” you asked, raising your brows. 

“You’re both of ours! I’ll just do more of the talking,” grinned Baekhyun. You peered over at Jongdae once more as he hummed softly. For some reason, you imagined him with a soft smile while he made something out of chocolate, his back turned to you. You bit back a smile and followed Baekhyun. 

You stepped into the store and it was eerily quiet. You glanced at your phone, checking to make sure that you’d come in during the right time. Was there a holiday you missed? Was today supposed to be a closed day? There was about an hour until opening but the usual hustle and bustle caused by Baekhyun wasn’t happening. Instead, there was silence. 

You paused and then heard it. The humming. 

You quietly walked towards the back and you saw him. He showed his back to you once more but this time, you couldn’t help but stare. Since when did his shoulders look so wide? And you swear, you could sense that there were muscles under his rolled up sleeves. You were starting to daydream about how he must be strong what with always using his hands when he stopped humming. You knew you’d been caught. 

You were in the process of trying to hide but he’d glanced over at you and he smiled. 

You’d never seen a smile like that before. How did his lips turn like that at the ends? How did he look so happy from that one gesture? 

“Baekhyun’s sick today so I told him not to come for a week until he’s sure he’s better,” he said, looking at you even though his hands continue to stir whatever it was that he was stirring. He nodded at you as if to tell you to come closer and you awkwardly stepped inside. 

“Y/N, right? Baekhyun told me about you.” He focused his eyes back on the mixture in the bowl. Yes, he had muscles and you could clearly see it as he held the bowl and stirred. But what caught your attention even more was how his hair fell over his eyes in that wonderful, sexy way. 

You realized you’d been staring and cleared your throat nervously. “Um, yeah, he told me not to talk to you.” 

He let out a laugh and your breath caught. Was he doing this on purpose? How was he so charming when it was barely even a minute or so of talking to each other? 

“He makes me sound like an ass,” smirked Jongdae. “I’m not one, I promise.” 

He stopped stirring and wiped his hands on his apron before grabbing a spoon from the drawer. “You can talk to me anytime,” he smiled then dipped the spoon in the bowl and handed it to you. “Here, taste.” 

Jongdae would be done with his work before the store closed. But, the store was closed, you’d cleaned up and even handled more things and, yet, he was still there. 

“I’ve got to get this right,” he called out earlier when you’d asked him if he was alright. He’d been working on a mold for a wedding. Apparently, the couple paid a lot and it was one of the biggest orders the shop had had for a while. Baekhyun even sent you a text saying, Make sure he doesn’t mess it up!! 

So, you brewed coffee. You put honey and cinnamon in it, just like you always did, and had a mug for you and another for Jongdae. You quietly walked inside (but still made sure he heard your footsteps for fear of surprising him and messing up whatever he was doing) and placed the mug on his table. 

He simply nodded at you. You glanced at him and you could see that he was focused, his brows furrowed and his lips in a thin line as he used his fingers to work through whatever he was attempting to make. Your heart leapt at the sight but you forced yourself to leave. You didn’t want to bother him, after all. 

You took a moment to yourself, finishing your coffee before figuring that there was nothing else for you to do at the shop. You were about to say goodbye when Jongdae shouted, “Y/N! You’re a genius!!” 

You blinked and chuckled softly. “What?” you asked, walking over to him. 

“This!” he said, holding up the cup of coffee that you’d made for him. “What’d you put in this?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be...” you started but saw that he was done. He’d hidden away what he’d made to preserve it and now he was there, holding the coffee with traces of chocolate on his hands, sugar on his apron and smears of goodness knows what on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh softly. 

“What?” he blinked, taking one more sip of his coffee. There was a smear of chocolate by his lips and you’d become entranced with it. “C’mon, you have to tell me what you put in this because -- .” 

But you’d interrupted him. Not with your words but with your hand as you reached over to gently wipe that chocolate off of his lips. It was cheesy, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. 

And then he did the unthinkable. 

He turned, his lips effectively touching your fingers. You froze and you felt his smile on your hand. 

“I know what it is. Honey and cinnamon.” 

I don't know if it's too late, but could you do something with jongdae as a peter pan character and y/n as a wendy character? I can just see jong dae flying to your bedroom window in pan-like garb, ready to whisk you off to neverland... he's got that spunk and buoyancy to his character... hmm... just a thought that keeps occurring to me ;)

Ooooh, this is such a good idea and definitely fits Jongdae, @angelwithashatteredheart! I hope you like my version of your idea, love! 

Genre: Fantasy AU 

Pairing: Jongdae x You 

By Admin T

You were scared the first time you saw him. 

Not that he was scary. Of course not. He was far from it! But, what was a young man doing on your windowsill, knocking incessantly so much that you had to walk up to him to make him stop? 

You’d let out a gasp once you’d realized that there was actually a person there at the window. But then, he’d smiled. His eyes turned to crescents and even though it was nighttime, it was as if he’d magically brought the sunshine with him through that smile of his. So, there you were, completely entranced by him and his smile, then you opened your window. 

“You’re ridiculous!” you laughed one night. Your homework was long forgotten while the piles of books and papers laid still on your desk. Instead, you were both perched on the floor, puzzle pieces lain everywhere while he propped himself on his elbows, his stomach on the floor and attempted to concentrate. 

“Ridiculous?!” he repeated, eyebrows raising in confusion. “That’s such a big word, Y/N!” 

You shushed him for fear that someone might hear your new friend. “It means,” you started but he’d immediately cut you off with a finger to your lips and a wink. 

“I don’t need to know what it means,” he smirked. “That’ll be my word for you. Ridiculous.” 

“That’s ridi --.” 

“See?! It’s perfect! Trust me.” 

“Just try to sleep, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft. You had your blankets around you while you were in your bed, turned to the side as you faced the window. It was open, of course, so that he could come in. But now, he was seated on the floor, his back against your bed so that he could look up at you easily. 

“I don’t think I can,” you murmured softly in return, sniffling. You’d gotten in trouble with your parents. Your grades started slipping. ‘That’s not normal’, they’d said. ‘What are you hiding from us?’, they’d asked. For once, you were happy and it had nothing to do with expectations and, yet, they couldn’t understand. Except for him. 

He turned to look at you, resting his chin against the edge of your bed as your hand peeked out of the blankets. You gently placed his hand over yours, squeezing it. 

“I’ll be right here.” 

“I always wondered what it’d be like,” he murmured softly, still inches from your lips. 

He whined. He persisted. He dared you to do it. 

And, you let him. 

Your eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly. You could still feel his lips on yours. It was soft, gentle and cautious, nothing like him at all or how he’d been around you. It was as if he’d transformed from the first time you’d met him. 

You licked your lips, trying to find your words. “How is it?” you whispered, your eyes searching his. 

There was a glint of mischief underneath the softness and he replied, “Let’s do it again.” 

“Will you always love me?” he asked you one night. You glanced at the calendar, unknowingly. He asked you that question every year, on the day that you’d first met him. It’d be five years this year. It’d been five years since you’d known each other. And while the mischief, the playfulness and the fun was there, it was different and you both knew it. But you answered him like you did every year: “Always.” 

“Come with me,” he’d said, his hand outstretched. You took a ragged breath, looking at his hand then back at his face. He hadn’t aged a day and yet you have. 

“I can’t,” you answered, your voice wavering. You glanced at your desk. Your work was piling up. You had responsibilities. Your world changed but his didn’t. His heart remained steady and loving while he wished for everything to stay the same. 

“Come run away with me,” he pleaded once more, his smile now gone and replaced with urgency. “We’ll be happy and you won’t be -- .” 

“Where would we live? Where we would stay?” you stammered, your panic rising. “What would we do?” 

He paused, his hands reaching for your arms as he leaned his forehead on yours. “We’d love each other.” 

“Mommy, this man walked me home and gave me a lollipop!” cried your five year old daughter, her smile bright as she waved at you. Normally, you would’ve chastised her for talking to a stranger and for taking a treat. But all you could do was stare. 

His face was the same, his smile undeniable and his eyes still full of mischief. He held the hand of your daughter until she let go and ran into your arms. You were stunned until you felt your daughter hold onto your hand. 

“You have to be careful...” you started but faltered once you heard his low chuckle. 

You looked up at him and he simply smiled right back at you. “Have a great day,” he said slowly as if he’d meant to say something else. He looked down at your daughter and waved. “Don’t forget to have fun, alright, little one?” 

She nodded happily while you murmured softly, “Jongdae.” 

A Drabble Mini Series by NoonaClock’s Admin T & B. Enjoy! 💕

Genre: Gang AU

Pairing: Jongdae x Noona!Reader

By Admin T

👋 Seungcheol 👋 Yugyeom 👋 Jongdae 👋 Surprise

He’d known you for years. He knew that you were a Noona to him but after years of being away from you, from your family, from the rest of the other members, he was in shock. How had he not notice it before? Jongdae graduated from college just like any other normal person. But he wasn’t normal, at all, especially now that he was back home. And, especially, when your family led a gang.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to keep his composure. His father was in talks with yours to negotiate the budding partnership of the two allied gangs. He was included so that he could observe, learn and carry on the family legacy when it was his turn as the eldest. But all he could do was glance your way.

Unlike Jongdae, you were home schooled with the hope that you’d also head up the gang. Thankfully, your family and your teachers made sure that you knew how to focus because you needed it at the moment. You forced yourself to listen to your father’s words, watch his mannerisms and take note of how he settled negotiations. Because you knew that if you looked at Jongdae’s direction, everything would fall apart.

You felt someone grab your elbow and, out of instinct, you quickly turned around while your other hand was ready to block and the other already reaching for whoever’s neck it was. But you were blocked by his arm as he turned. Although, not quickly enough for him to avoid you kicking him on the knees, which sent him falling down on the ground with an ‘oof’.

“Out of practice, are we?” you smirked playfully at him as he pushed himself off of the ground, refusing to stay down for too long.

He ran his fingers through his hair and smirked right back at you. “Guess you’ll have to teach me, then.”

Your eyes narrowed at him before you turned around to walk away, his eyes on his back while his lips curled into a smile.

“My, Jongdae has grown, hasn’t he?” chuckled your mother as you walked alongside her. The club was packed. It wasn’t just a night of negotiations but to get to know each other’s allied gangs that much more. It was to know who was on whose side, your father had said. You were already memorizing everyone’s faces but your focus faltered once more once you saw Jongdae. 

“People grow,” you answered nonchalantly.

“You both have,” murmured your mother in reply before heading towards Jongdae’s parents. You caught Jongdae’s eye and his lips curled into a small smile as he raised his glass towards you. 

You both climbed up the fire escape, desperate for some air and to be away from the crowd. It was a ruckus. There was shock and there was excitement. And both of you hadn’t expected it either. 

“Well,” you breathed as you let out a sigh and looked out at the city view. You glanced over at him and your brows furrowed. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?” he chuckled softly. He looked so innocent but you knew better. He lifted his shoulder in a shrug and stood next to you, his eyes also scanning the city. “I had no idea they’d take my suggestion.” 

“Your suggestion?” you repeated, turning to look at him in awe. “It was your suggestion -- .” 

“Yah, you don’t have to say it like that!” he murmured with a whine and you couldn’t help but shake your head. He’d done it years ago and he still did it now: that whine. But it made you smile. It was endearing and you loved and hated it at the same time. 

“So,” he continued after a beat of silence. “Any complaints for this arranged marriage? Wished that you’d been set up with someone else?” He paused. “Someone older?” 

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to look out at the night sky. “No complaints,” you replied just loud enough for him to hear. Even though your eyes weren’t looking at him, you could feel his smile. 

“Me neither.”