#winwin soft

[9:19 P.M.] while you wait for your boyfriend you haven't seen for at least a month, your phone starts blowing up and you know it's winwin sending you five hundred texts, asking if your boyfriend is there yet.

WINWIN did he come yet

YOU no

WINWIN he mustve stood u up

YOU nah he wouldve never stood me up

WINWIN theres a possibility :>

WINWIN u should really come over and we'll cry over spongebob

YOU tempting but i'll wait for another 15 minutes

after fifteen minutes, you sigh and decide your boyfriend really did stand you up and waiting for him was pointless. he was supposed to meet you two hours ago. you leave your house and go over to winwin's.

"did he really stand you up?!" he said in anger.

"why are you so worked up over it?" you said.

you grabbed more popcorn from the bowl next to you as you watched spongebob give patrick a whole ass chocolate hot air balloon that flew for valentine's day. you wished someone would do the same for you.

"hey, winwin." you turn your head from the tv to him.

"what?" he looks back at you.

"promise you'll never let me go." you say, extending your pinkie finger.

"promise." he intertwines his pinkie with yours.

it seems like you two are dating, but you're really not. you two are just the bestest of best friends. sometimes, you wonder if winwin was your boyfriend instead of the idiot douche you were with right now.

"sometimes, i wonder if you're okay, you understand me way too much." you turn your attention back to the tv.

he rolls his eyes.

"y'know, i'd make a much better boyfriend. my shirt is practically made out of boyfriend material."

you hit him with a pillow after he says that and you two get into a tickle and pillow fight while spongebob and sandy are trying to convince patrick to turn around so he could see his valentine's day gift.

"you know it's true, though." winwin says.

[ 47: can you dry my hair? it looks better when you do it ] + [ 60: say it again ]

the prompts

your house always seemed better when sicheng was in it. you knew in reality things didn’t change, the furniture was on its regular place, the dishes weren’t cleaner, whiter. and the walls still had those stains you couldn’t get rid off.

but it felt different. the apartment you were so used to live in felt even cosier when your boyfriend joined you there. perhaps what made it so different was the fact that he was the one who made it taste more like a home.

“can you dry my hair? it looks better when you do it” you asked to the boy lying on your bed, sitting down yourself.

the sight of him in your bed made your heart jump, even after all this time where the relationship ceased to be that recent. your bed felt different when he was there, more comfortable, and if you melted in the sheets you would never want to go away.

“sure” he smiled, kneeling down behind you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

his fingers ran through your hair with such delicacy you thought he was cracking it and building it all over again. with ceramics of gold and bricks of love.

you closed your eyes and it suddenly got too much, and the walls of your room grew smaller, almost overwhelming.

and the words were rushing out of your mouth before you could notice. as if one of the walls were crumbling down to pieces, and you hadn’t been on time to save yourself.

“i love you”

your tongue practically winced at the foreignness of the phrase. being the first time it had articulated it. sicheng turned off the air dryer and simply stared at the nape of your neck, eyes wide and palms shaking.

you turned your body back, and in that moment, when he caught sight of your flushed cheeks and ashamed gaze, he swore your walls had changed its color.

“say it again” he breathed out, doubting his senses.

“i love you” you repeated, voice clear.

“i love you too” he giggled, amazed at how easy it was to say. was your house feeling different or was it just a figment of his imagination? “i love you, so much” he couldn’t stop. leaving kisses on your cheeks, eyelids, forehead, chin, lips.

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