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[lideria]

Treat. | YangYang

Request: Can you do a blurb for yangyang of the first I love you?

Author’s Note: This came so late and is so short, I’m terribly sorry. We had a fight with my mom the day after I got the request because I was on computer too much (we’re in quarantine and I’m out of school, mom, what’d you really expect?) so I had to stay off my computer and write only after my mom would sleep :)) She really just gets so annoyed with me using the computer too much and this time it happened at the worst possible time aaah, again- I’m very sorry! Warnings: None, I think? Let me know!

Word Count: 1122

I hope you all enjoy!

The apartment is quiet, save for the low sounds of whatever it is that is playing on the TV.

The living room is messy with blankets all around, favorite snacks and drinks, some newly taken polaroids and the designated photo album of you two— for the sake of reliving memories. Lights are turned off except for the one in the hallway, so neither of you would have to tumble around to find your way. Night is young yet calm at 02:47 AM as you and your boyfriend of almost a year are stationed on the couch. His head is resting on your lap and you’re looking down at him as you play with his hair, and as he plays with yours.

Time to time YangYang’s head gets heavier on your lap as he drifts dangerously close to sleep, but he doesn’t want to. “Not yet,” as he said when you had asked him maybe half an hour ago. Understanding why was somehow difficult, seeing as he had almost fallen asleep numerous times at this point. In fact, he did fall asleep once. Let out a couple of soft snores but woke up when his hand started slipping away from your hair.

Even with his ever so slightly annoying (yet quite cute) stubbornness, he was a treat. The kind of person anyone would be happy to have in their life— not necessarily as a significant other, but as a friend or even an acquaintance. Mostly because his energy is unmatched. YangYang seems to be happy and eager and goofy around the clock, and it is only rarely that anyone would get to see him feeling down. A “happy ray of sunshine” as you would call him. He loved being that. You remember the smile that formed on his face after you called him that for the first time, before he told you it was his biggest goal to be that person everyone would feel genuinely happy around.

Sometimes on days like these, this goal would have him exhausted. He would keep trying to push himself further, try harder, to come up with yet another witty joke and to perfect the smile, the personality to break through all sadness and negativity. You had told him so many times that he had reached that goal because no one could stay sad, mad, angry or disappointed around him, but he just ended up saying that there was only room to grow. You suspected his stubbornness rooted from this as well, and you were pretty sure he was refusing to go sleep just so he could stay with you longer. So you two would have more time to yourselves before both of you would have to part ways when weekdays come, and you would not end up disappointed with your indoor date night.

You could never be disappointed though, because you love him. You love him exactly for who he is and what he stands for; for the experienced person he is.

Relationships that come with never-ending curiosity are hard to end up in. Speaking from experience, as you had never had the need to keep learning about and from your significant other as you did with YangYang. It felt like he was a well with no ending to it, yet every single drop of content was out there for the world to see. You were lucky enough to get to see the spring of this endless pit— to see the background. What his thought process is like, how he feels deep in his heart.

And the same went with him. He could see everything as well.

To be so transparent with someone without feeling vulnerable… It gave this fresh feeling that would wash over your heart first, before slowly washing over the rest of your chest and sure enough, your whole body. Your brain would feel like it was soaring through clear blue skies.

Perhaps it is freedom. Maybe security of being with a person that knows you so well, that won’t judge you without consideration.

At first you did not know how to call these feelings— not that, but you rather did not know what these meant as a whole. You would have to keep reflecting on them to make any sense of it all. Then, when you were having a heart to heart with Kun about this mix of feelings (as he was the person to have a talk when you needed outer reflection) he just smiled, shrugged and went “Well, that sounds a lot like love if you ask me,”

It made sense. It still makes sense, if not more now. Because you could do so much as only look at him and it would feel like you were given the whole universe.

“You’re thinking a lot.” YangYang mumbles and successfully pulls you out of the deep hole your brain had pushed you into. He pulls his hand off your hair and grabs yours that is resting on his head to place them on his stomach. “Something wrong?”

“No.” The answer came a bit too soon from you, so he furrowed his brows. “You sure?”

“I love you.” Words escape from your lips without any preparation or alarm. His eyes widen and yours surely do, too. You take a breath.

Two.

Three.

You skip the fourth one.

Somehow you still collect the courage to speak. “Say something, anything so I don’t embarrass myself to death.”

He laughs. It annoys you a little, but at the same time— it couldn’t be so bad if he was laughing, could it?

Then he straightens up a little, until he can look you in the eyes from much, much closer. Light reflects off his eyes in little specks. You can see yourself in them, and just how alarmed you look. Unlike you, he looks relaxed. Confident. Like he was waiting for this to happen. You do not expect it, but he quickly leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth softly. “I love you too.”

Something drops in your chest, but somehow it feels happy and light. He leans back again, holding himself steady with his arm. “I’d argue I love you more so,” A smug grin appears on his face and you hate him for that, because you know he is just trying to piss you off at this point. “You know that’s not true.”

“Eh, don’t know about that one.” The grin grows wider and brighter. “We have our whole lives to repeat it again and again— plenty of time to compete.” Stubborn, but a treat.

You narrow your eyes as the fresh feeling washes over your heart again, this time mixed with a different kind of excitement. “Oh, you’re so on.”