#domestic...

amirr / naim fic sempena raya ! sebab mabuk lagu meriah lain macam, inilah jadinya 😭

(eng narration, bm dialogue!)

Naim stepped into the apartment he shared with Amirr, expecting to see his dearest boyfriend all dressed up for Raya. They had plans to visit Naim’s parents first, since Amirr’s wouldn’t arrive until late evening.

His steps were calculated and soft, afraid that he’d catch his Amirr focused getting ready. Naim hesitated to open the door, his hand a few inches away from the doorknob before he slowly turned it, the door opening to reveal Amirr only in his inner singlet and pants of his Baju Melayu. “Eh. Tak siap lagi?”

Amirr immediately felt his body tense and warm up once Naim’s soft voice registered in his ears. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a small smile.

“Belum. I…tadi asyik jawab mesej from adik you.” Amirr mumbled his words, his hands brushing through his hair before leaning down to grab his top.

Naim furrowed his brows. “Lah. Asal Fakhri duk mesej you?” Amirr slid into his top, the rich maroon matching with Naim’s dark blue.

“Dia sibuk tanya bila kita nak datang rumah dia.”

Naim looked at Amirr, his eyes exploring and admiring the view presented to him. He loved how cute and handsome Amirr looked, especially in traditional clothes; it really made Amirr’s beauty shine even brighter.

Naim’s lips unconsciously spread into a smile, his eyes sparkling as they met Amirr’s. “Cantik gila you pakai baju. Serious,” he stepped closer to Amirr, his body leaned forward as their noses touched. Amirr melted into Naim’s touch, their bodies pieced together perfectly like puzzle pieces. The heat emanating from Amirr’s golden tan skin and Naim’s gentle breathing made the atmosphere calm, gentle and comfortable.

It felt like an eternity until Naim pulled back, his hand rested on the sides of his boyfriend’s arms. He gave Amirr a soft peck on the nape of his neck before letting go, allowing Amirr to grab his samping and slide it on. While that happened, Naim watched from the other corner of the room, mesmerised by how quickly and neatly he wrapped the fabric around his waist. Holy shit.

Amirr fixed the buttons on his top, before putting on sunscreen. He usually wouldn’t wear makeup, but on this day he did. Even the way he applied the skin tint made Naim go crazy. Amirr went for a simple look—skin tint, a little brush of his brows and lip balm.

Makeup in Amirr’s eyes was literally just skin tint, brow mascara and lip balm. He did have a makeup bag, but that was only on the days he would try out crazy and experimental makeup. But, for events he’d just go for a barely noticeable look. He looked at himself in the mirror, before grabbing his phone and wallet.

“Sayang. Jom, visit Fakhri.” Amirr pulled Naim’s hand, dragging him out of the apartment and down to the car. Naim hopped in the driver’s, and as usual, Amirr was in his designated passenger seat.

Naim’s fingers tapped along to the beat of the CD Amirr put on, as they drove through the streets leading to where Fakhri stayed with Naim’s dad. It didn’t take long until they reached, Fakhri stood in place at an empty parking space; a bright, wide smile formed on his face.

***

Knowing Amirr, he loved everything Nutella, and chocolates in general. He had the entire container of tarts in his hands, while he was watching the classic P. Ramlee movie playing on TV. It was as if his hands were on autopilot; endlessly shoving a tart in his mouth without noticing.

“Sayang, mulut comotlah,” Naim hummed, chuckling as he grabbed tissues from the box opposite them and wiped the hazelnutty mess around Amirr’s cute, thin lips.

Amirr whined, pouting playfully. “Awaaaaak!” His voice took on almost a child-like annoyance, playfully turning his body away from Naim.

“Mirr, Nutella tu all over your face. Nanti semut gigit kang.”

Amirr clicked his tongue, huffing before turning around to face Naim. “Fiiiine.”

The container in Amirr’s hand was nearly empty. There was probably around five pieces of the tarts left, and Naim knew that if Fakhri saw it…a war would erupt. He sighed.

“Dah. Enough tarts for you, ‘kay? Nanti sakit tekak.” Naim took the container away, passing a cup of water to Amirr.

Of course, Mr. Nutella would pout again, sulking. “Alaaaah…” Naim chuckled, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair.

“Kat rumah kan ada banyak kuih inti Nutella I buat. Tarts, tapak kuda, biskut. Tu you tak makan pulak?”

Amirr giggled. “Itulah kuih istimewa. I need to treasure it. Sebab tu I makan sikit-sikit.”

Naim’s heart fluttered as he heard Amirr’s words. The fact that he would always say it; he would eat anything Naim baked sparingly so it showed how much he appreciated the effort and love Naim put in his treats. Amirr’s eyes twinkled in the soft light of the florescent lamp in the living room, the little wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled drove Naim crazy. Astaga...budak ni. Buat aku naik gila. Nasib sayang.

For a while, during their drive back home, they sat in a calming, comfortable silence. Amirr got to bring home a little container of extra Nutella tarts that Naim's dad hid from Fakhri (thank God) and it simply stayed in his arms, cradled. Amirr seriously treasures anything Nutella like it was a living thing, which to Naim was the most adorable Amirr habit.

Finally homed, changed into their cutesy matching pajamas while watching random Korean variety shows (that Naim swears he definitely didn't save on the computer) and of course Amirr was snacking on Nutella tarts.

Naim didn't have his eyes on the screen, but rather on the sight of his boyfriend eating the tarts next to him. A warmness showered over him, as his heart fluttered and his lips curled into a smile. He leaned to snuggle into the nape of Amirr's neck, taking in his sweet vanilla scent.

"I love you, Amirrtella." Naim muttered, kissing Amirr's skin.

Amirr snorted, before erupting in a laughter so loud he slammed the computer closed. "And I love you too, my sweet Naim."

hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!!!! can u tell amirr/naim is my favourite </3

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