Fight With Me
Title: Fight with Me
Pairings: Yoochun/fc
Rating: PG
Summary: The same day Yoochun has a photoshoot with a model, she has a run in with fellow idols modeling for their cover. All leading to their first fight.
A/N: I know I know, I started it out as a oneshot with “Work with me” and now it’s become a mini-series *shrugs* what to do with my muse XoX It's been quite a while since I last posted, I nearly forgot how to work lj ^^* But finally college exams are over, perhaps now I can start writing leisurely again!
She tries hard not to flinch for the umpteenth time. From the other staff’s sympathetic looks, she could tell she wasn’t the only one feeling this way, this uptight.
The model fawns sugary sweetness over Yoochun, so much so that it made her teeth hurt just looking at it. A glance at her watch and she shuts her eyes with a grimace and groans. One more hour...and not even a half had passed by yet. The model continues to bat her eyelashes up at Yoochun, looking down shyly whenever she feels his gaze, then gently touching his arm with her fingertips completely enjoying this since she is getting paid for it all.
With every compliment of “Good, keep that pose” from the photographer, she gets just a bit bolder, just a bit closer. It’s aggravating. Either the photographer is blind or he wants to finish and wrap this up just as much as the other staff in the room- leave the love-struck model behind with her object of desire.
Poor Yoochun tries his best to be a gentleman about it all, smiling down at her actions as he is instructed to do, occasionally letting out a quiet laugh or chuckle at a particular compliment she would whisper in his ear. He would never reply more than a word or two at the model’s questions and coaxing. He is after all already going out and although no one is to know about it, he did not want to encourage any affections and make it seem as if he was flirting purposefully right in front of his love. Uncomfortable as he is by it all though, he fails to notice his coordinator turning slightly pink off in one corner.
Through the coordinator’s eyes, even the one word answers and coy smiles to the model seem just as much flirting as anything. She tries to reason it is a photo-shoot, the couple must act lovey-dovey, but her jealousy wins over soon enough. She can only stare on, glaring as the two flirt and play along to one another. At the back of her mind she contemplates whether she should have scheduled Yoochun for the Anan magazine shoot instead of this one, even if it was the nude issue. After all, for that one it was only males- Yu Shirota and the like.
A calling plea of her name from a staff makes her jolt and brings her back to reality. She chides herself, reminding herself to be professional. Cold. Detached. With a quick exhale, she briskly walks over and fixes the problem.
“...That staff member seems to run up and down constantly, no?”
“Mm?” Yoochun wakes up from his semi-lethargic state to follow the model’s eyes to where they lay on the coordinator- talking at first with his manager, then the lighting specialist and photographer.
“I mean, she never sits still, it’s like a bee has stung her!”
Yoochun refrains from pressing his lips into a thin straight line, a sure sign to others he is angry.
“She does her job” he replies crisply. It was one thing to fend off advances. But to have another person start commenting on his girl while he can’t do anything...
At that moment the coordinator chooses to say in a loud voice, “Sorry to interrupt for a moment but, Yoochun- don’t forget you’re on a tight schedule. You’ve got to speed things up.”
“Ah, you’re right, I didn’t notice the time pass by so quickly” the photographer answers, making an apologetic face to the coordinator. She smiles and nods. Everyone knew she did not mean this in a rude way but as a general warning, a signal. Everyone that is, except for one person.
As she walks to the back of the room to get something, the model mutters to Yoochun loud enough for others to hear, “Wow! I don’t believe that woman!!! She’s like pretty bitchy no?”
The air stilled in the room. Her hands freeze just as they are in the act of opening her bag, her eyes wide at what she heard. Although she has her back to them she can tell all other staff must have been shocked too at what they heard- the first time ever someone made such a remark.
Without waiting to hear Yoochun’s response or even anyone’s response, she quickly walks out of the room, pride and confidence taking a huge blow. Yoochun swallows hard in anger at the model but replies, “Hey, she’s here working hard to get the job done. It’s tough, you know?”
Meanwhile a few quick rounds walking up and down the hallways of the floor helped her cool off her pounding head. She sighs, massaging her temples. This was even worse than the initial dilemma when Yoochun kept eyeing her day after day with that dark look. Now it hurt when he couldn’t even speak up on her behalf, without anyone suspecting anything.
She decides to go get a drink, walking to a water cooler which she saw earlier. Upon turning a corner though, she hears people talking and sees two figures with their backs to her. One of them was dressed in gray and black exactly like Yoochun was.
What was Yoochun doing out at this time? Didn’t he know he had no time to be fooling around? Thinking it was him and he was slacking off, she walks up to the figure and puts a hand on his shoulder, eyes already spitting fire, her professional self back in place.
“Yoochun, you of all people should kn-”
Her eyes widen. She was mistaken; this is a stranger’s face. Two dark eyes lined in black smudged with gray stare back at her- a long nose, thin lips, and a narrow face. The person next to him also turns around, scaring her badly with the white smears across his face.
‘That is some seriously crazy makeup,’ she thinks.
“I’m sorry, may I help you?” the first says.
She stumbles back a few steps. The shock had taken away her speech.
“I-I...I...I...apologize, I was looking for someone else. I was mistaken, sorry I-”
“Wait wait please,” the man grabs the hem of her sleeve just as she is about to bolt in the opposite direction out of complete horror.
“Look at what you’ve done Yunho you’ve scared her half to death!” the second man, the one with white smears on his face, says to his friend.
“As if Changmin, I’m not the one that looks like he got hit in the face with chalk!”
The two bow.
“We’re sorry to have scared you. I’m Yunho, he’s Changmin.”
Changmin does a quick up-down of her, obviously appreciating what he saw as he smiles at her and nods.
“Ah i-it’s nice to meet you, I’m a...staff member working here” she bows lower, head bent so she could see their shoes. They shine so much she could see her reflection. She swallows and straightens up.
An awkward silence fills the gap. . .
“Uh would you like a drink of water?” Yunho motions grandly to the cooler as Changmin bursts out laughing.
“Great conversation starter Yunho”
Yunho’s cheeks blush scarlet. She smiles good-naturedly and nods.
A few sips of water and a few laughs later, she’s finally relaxed and had forgotten all about the problem back at the photo shoot. The two guys were quite charming and friendly, scary as they were at first with their makeup.
“It’s our comeback so the management decided to let us return with a ‘bang.’ An ‘in your face’ concept I suppose” Changmin shrugs.
She chuckles, looking into her cup and doesn’t notice Yunho’s long gaze at her. She clears her throat and checks her watch. As nice as it was to have a short chat, she had to go.
“Well if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, it was nice meeting you! I wish you luck on your comeback!” With a sweet smile and a short bow she turns and leaves. The two members survey her with interest, even if her back was to them.
Once out of earshot, Changmin murmurs to Yunho. “A staff like her...wouldn’t you want to have her? It’s bad enough most of our staff are men.”
All Yunho does is stare after where she last left. “She certainly is pretty...”
“Who you kidding, she’s hot.” Yunho glances at Changmin and sees the smirk on the other’s face. He can read his hyung like a book.
Yunho chuckles and shakes his head saying, “Come on, come on. Enough dreaming, back to the shoot.”
And as they turn and walk in the opposite direction, they never realize there was someone who stood by the corner. Someone who heard everything, hands balled into fists and fuming. He whips around and stalks back to the photo-shoot.
“Where is Yoochun?” she asks as soon as she walks back into the room, finding it noisy with staff chatting as they rest leaning against the tables or sitting in chairs.
“Right after you left, there was too much tension in the room so the photographer called for a few minutes break. Yoochun went to the bathroom just before.”
Just as she opens her mouth to respond how long he’ll take the door slams, making everyone jolt. Yoochun stands there with a sullen face, eyes staring straight ahead at the wall in front of him, before stalking back to the set and ordering the photographer, “I’m all set. Shoot.”
The poor photographer can only blink in surprise before ordering the others to get in place and start again. This time even the model keeps silent, noting the dense aura settling around him.
Soon it was all done and Yoochun moves into the bathroom to change. One minute turns to two, two to five. Ten, still not out.
Not knowing why Yoochun is suddenly sulking but knowing very well how each minute adds up to their already compact schedule, she boldly walks up to the door and bangs loudly, saying, “Yoochun, hurry it up. We’ve got a tight schedule let’s move i-”
“I know, you don’t fucking have to tell me!” he snarls from inside. ‘Acting all fine and dandy in front of those boys and now barely acknowledging me, treating me like this?!?’ he thinks.
She is startled for a moment but quickly finds her voice- “Watch your language. I am your coordinator and you have no right to speak to me that way.”
“ ‘No right’...‘no right’?!?” is the muffled reply. He fantasizes opening the door and yanking her in, giving her a hard, angry kiss to show her who’s boss. But not now...especially with so much staff around.
She hears a loud thud from inside, similar to a fist making contact with a wall, but after that Yoochun emerges silently and they continue the rest of the day’s activities.
At the end of the day, she goes home alone. Barely a ‘goodbye’ was acknowledged between them when they parted ways. The managed offered an apologetic smile, making a face and shrugging as if to say, “What are you going to do, we have our up and down days.”
She goes home and takes a long shower, clads herself in sweats, and a sweatshirt with her hair in a pony. She plants herself in front of the tv, not bothering to eat dinner neither bothering to turn on the lights. Her cellphone’s been turned off ever since she got home. She watches as the light outside fades to nothing, with only the tv’s emitted colors offering light in her entire apartment. She continues staring blankly at the screen, curled up in the same position clutching her pillow.
Around midnight she hears loud footsteps outside. The door to her apartment bangs open, slams shut. Without even bothering to turn her head she knows who it is.
Yoochun stands at the door huffing furiously, a set of her keys in his hand. He wears a light jacket, sweats, and flip flops. He kicks off the shoes and doesn’t bother where they fall haphazardly- one up, one upside down in the shoe pile by the door.
She barely bats an eyelash, finds the tv strangely hypnotizing in its running colors.
She starts in a monotone voice. “What are you doing here so late?”
“Oh don’t you give me that tone.” His voice drips with venom. “You know very well why-”
“If you’ve come here bringing only empty words believe me, I don’t need this so late at nigh-”
“Let me just say it wasn’t me who was making those advances, unlike someone else here-”
“How dare you suggest that I would ever-” she suddenly stops as the thought dawns on her. “You were actually there listening to my conversation?!?”
A pillow misses his face by inches. “I can’t even go out of a room now without having you stalk-”
“I did nothing of the sort! I happened to walk that way and lo and behold, the woman whom I just happen to be dating is chatting it up with two other men as if nothing’s wrong!”
“-to say nothing of how you were acting with that woman fawning all over you like honey dripping from a tree. Oh please, how disgusting.”
“If you wouldn’t have been so blind as to notice, it was ACTING. You think for a minute I actually listened to that model or paid any heed to her? I would never!”
“Likewise, you think I’d ever glance at those men if they passed my way? Hmph!” She huffs and turns, her back to him.
He can see her shoulders heave up and down from her anger. He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, letting whatever anger carried him all the way here seep out.
“We...discussed this before. The professions we’re in will have us at times faced with difficult situations. But...we both have to overcome them by...by trusting each other. What is there to fight for if...if we have so little trust in each other and give in to our first thoughts?”
Her shoulders still and she slowly turns around. She takes a good look at him before heaving a sigh.
“I guess jealousy is still the first natural reaction to things like this...seeing any woman talk to you makes me feel insecure.”
“And seeing any man look at you the way they did makes me turn into a monster.” He takes a step towards her, then another.
“It makes me constantly want to have you by my side so others know when to fuck off.” He pronounces the last part through gritted teeth.
“I guess we were both mistaken then...we misread each other and let jealousy take over...” She closes her eyes wearily and lets out a sigh. It was all too much in one day.
“It’s late...I’m going to bed...” She offers him a tired smile and walks into her room, curls up under the sheets. At this point, she didn’t care whether he stayed the night or left. The guest room was there, the door was there. Let him take his pick.
She hears him take off his jacket and throw it on the couch, then pad softly to her room in bare feet. When he lifts up the covers she suddenly stills. Then he settles in behind her, spooning her. Her body naturally relaxes. She feels his cheek on her back, his hands snaking around her waist to squeeze her hand, fingers lacing together, something he did only when he was afraid, insecure.
“Tonight I just want to hold you...be with you. No more than that. Let me...”
She smiles. She strokes his hand comfortingly. “Yes. And everything will turn out alright.”
He pulls her closer to him. She can feel his eyelashes on the nape of her neck before he kisses and marks the same spot with his lips. She brings his hand up and kisses it in response. His breaths slowly even out and his grip on her hand relaxes. She never stops stroking his hand.
Right before she falls asleep a single thought passes through her mind- ‘Well, as our first fight being a couple...we made it through alright in the end.’
Pairings: Yoochun/fc
Rating: PG
Summary: The same day Yoochun has a photoshoot with a model, she has a run in with fellow idols modeling for their cover. All leading to their first fight.
A/N: I know I know, I started it out as a oneshot with “Work with me” and now it’s become a mini-series *shrugs* what to do with my muse XoX It's been quite a while since I last posted, I nearly forgot how to work lj ^^* But finally college exams are over, perhaps now I can start writing leisurely again!
She tries hard not to flinch for the umpteenth time. From the other staff’s sympathetic looks, she could tell she wasn’t the only one feeling this way, this uptight.
The model fawns sugary sweetness over Yoochun, so much so that it made her teeth hurt just looking at it. A glance at her watch and she shuts her eyes with a grimace and groans. One more hour...and not even a half had passed by yet. The model continues to bat her eyelashes up at Yoochun, looking down shyly whenever she feels his gaze, then gently touching his arm with her fingertips completely enjoying this since she is getting paid for it all.
With every compliment of “Good, keep that pose” from the photographer, she gets just a bit bolder, just a bit closer. It’s aggravating. Either the photographer is blind or he wants to finish and wrap this up just as much as the other staff in the room- leave the love-struck model behind with her object of desire.
Poor Yoochun tries his best to be a gentleman about it all, smiling down at her actions as he is instructed to do, occasionally letting out a quiet laugh or chuckle at a particular compliment she would whisper in his ear. He would never reply more than a word or two at the model’s questions and coaxing. He is after all already going out and although no one is to know about it, he did not want to encourage any affections and make it seem as if he was flirting purposefully right in front of his love. Uncomfortable as he is by it all though, he fails to notice his coordinator turning slightly pink off in one corner.
Through the coordinator’s eyes, even the one word answers and coy smiles to the model seem just as much flirting as anything. She tries to reason it is a photo-shoot, the couple must act lovey-dovey, but her jealousy wins over soon enough. She can only stare on, glaring as the two flirt and play along to one another. At the back of her mind she contemplates whether she should have scheduled Yoochun for the Anan magazine shoot instead of this one, even if it was the nude issue. After all, for that one it was only males- Yu Shirota and the like.
A calling plea of her name from a staff makes her jolt and brings her back to reality. She chides herself, reminding herself to be professional. Cold. Detached. With a quick exhale, she briskly walks over and fixes the problem.
“...That staff member seems to run up and down constantly, no?”
“Mm?” Yoochun wakes up from his semi-lethargic state to follow the model’s eyes to where they lay on the coordinator- talking at first with his manager, then the lighting specialist and photographer.
“I mean, she never sits still, it’s like a bee has stung her!”
Yoochun refrains from pressing his lips into a thin straight line, a sure sign to others he is angry.
“She does her job” he replies crisply. It was one thing to fend off advances. But to have another person start commenting on his girl while he can’t do anything...
At that moment the coordinator chooses to say in a loud voice, “Sorry to interrupt for a moment but, Yoochun- don’t forget you’re on a tight schedule. You’ve got to speed things up.”
“Ah, you’re right, I didn’t notice the time pass by so quickly” the photographer answers, making an apologetic face to the coordinator. She smiles and nods. Everyone knew she did not mean this in a rude way but as a general warning, a signal. Everyone that is, except for one person.
As she walks to the back of the room to get something, the model mutters to Yoochun loud enough for others to hear, “Wow! I don’t believe that woman!!! She’s like pretty bitchy no?”
The air stilled in the room. Her hands freeze just as they are in the act of opening her bag, her eyes wide at what she heard. Although she has her back to them she can tell all other staff must have been shocked too at what they heard- the first time ever someone made such a remark.
Without waiting to hear Yoochun’s response or even anyone’s response, she quickly walks out of the room, pride and confidence taking a huge blow. Yoochun swallows hard in anger at the model but replies, “Hey, she’s here working hard to get the job done. It’s tough, you know?”
Meanwhile a few quick rounds walking up and down the hallways of the floor helped her cool off her pounding head. She sighs, massaging her temples. This was even worse than the initial dilemma when Yoochun kept eyeing her day after day with that dark look. Now it hurt when he couldn’t even speak up on her behalf, without anyone suspecting anything.
She decides to go get a drink, walking to a water cooler which she saw earlier. Upon turning a corner though, she hears people talking and sees two figures with their backs to her. One of them was dressed in gray and black exactly like Yoochun was.
What was Yoochun doing out at this time? Didn’t he know he had no time to be fooling around? Thinking it was him and he was slacking off, she walks up to the figure and puts a hand on his shoulder, eyes already spitting fire, her professional self back in place.
“Yoochun, you of all people should kn-”
Her eyes widen. She was mistaken; this is a stranger’s face. Two dark eyes lined in black smudged with gray stare back at her- a long nose, thin lips, and a narrow face. The person next to him also turns around, scaring her badly with the white smears across his face.
‘That is some seriously crazy makeup,’ she thinks.
“I’m sorry, may I help you?” the first says.
She stumbles back a few steps. The shock had taken away her speech.
“I-I...I...I...apologize, I was looking for someone else. I was mistaken, sorry I-”
“Wait wait please,” the man grabs the hem of her sleeve just as she is about to bolt in the opposite direction out of complete horror.
“Look at what you’ve done Yunho you’ve scared her half to death!” the second man, the one with white smears on his face, says to his friend.
“As if Changmin, I’m not the one that looks like he got hit in the face with chalk!”
The two bow.
“We’re sorry to have scared you. I’m Yunho, he’s Changmin.”
Changmin does a quick up-down of her, obviously appreciating what he saw as he smiles at her and nods.
“Ah i-it’s nice to meet you, I’m a...staff member working here” she bows lower, head bent so she could see their shoes. They shine so much she could see her reflection. She swallows and straightens up.
An awkward silence fills the gap. . .
“Uh would you like a drink of water?” Yunho motions grandly to the cooler as Changmin bursts out laughing.
“Great conversation starter Yunho”
Yunho’s cheeks blush scarlet. She smiles good-naturedly and nods.
A few sips of water and a few laughs later, she’s finally relaxed and had forgotten all about the problem back at the photo shoot. The two guys were quite charming and friendly, scary as they were at first with their makeup.
“It’s our comeback so the management decided to let us return with a ‘bang.’ An ‘in your face’ concept I suppose” Changmin shrugs.
She chuckles, looking into her cup and doesn’t notice Yunho’s long gaze at her. She clears her throat and checks her watch. As nice as it was to have a short chat, she had to go.
“Well if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, it was nice meeting you! I wish you luck on your comeback!” With a sweet smile and a short bow she turns and leaves. The two members survey her with interest, even if her back was to them.
Once out of earshot, Changmin murmurs to Yunho. “A staff like her...wouldn’t you want to have her? It’s bad enough most of our staff are men.”
All Yunho does is stare after where she last left. “She certainly is pretty...”
“Who you kidding, she’s hot.” Yunho glances at Changmin and sees the smirk on the other’s face. He can read his hyung like a book.
Yunho chuckles and shakes his head saying, “Come on, come on. Enough dreaming, back to the shoot.”
And as they turn and walk in the opposite direction, they never realize there was someone who stood by the corner. Someone who heard everything, hands balled into fists and fuming. He whips around and stalks back to the photo-shoot.
“Where is Yoochun?” she asks as soon as she walks back into the room, finding it noisy with staff chatting as they rest leaning against the tables or sitting in chairs.
“Right after you left, there was too much tension in the room so the photographer called for a few minutes break. Yoochun went to the bathroom just before.”
Just as she opens her mouth to respond how long he’ll take the door slams, making everyone jolt. Yoochun stands there with a sullen face, eyes staring straight ahead at the wall in front of him, before stalking back to the set and ordering the photographer, “I’m all set. Shoot.”
The poor photographer can only blink in surprise before ordering the others to get in place and start again. This time even the model keeps silent, noting the dense aura settling around him.
Soon it was all done and Yoochun moves into the bathroom to change. One minute turns to two, two to five. Ten, still not out.
Not knowing why Yoochun is suddenly sulking but knowing very well how each minute adds up to their already compact schedule, she boldly walks up to the door and bangs loudly, saying, “Yoochun, hurry it up. We’ve got a tight schedule let’s move i-”
“I know, you don’t fucking have to tell me!” he snarls from inside. ‘Acting all fine and dandy in front of those boys and now barely acknowledging me, treating me like this?!?’ he thinks.
She is startled for a moment but quickly finds her voice- “Watch your language. I am your coordinator and you have no right to speak to me that way.”
“ ‘No right’...‘no right’?!?” is the muffled reply. He fantasizes opening the door and yanking her in, giving her a hard, angry kiss to show her who’s boss. But not now...especially with so much staff around.
She hears a loud thud from inside, similar to a fist making contact with a wall, but after that Yoochun emerges silently and they continue the rest of the day’s activities.
At the end of the day, she goes home alone. Barely a ‘goodbye’ was acknowledged between them when they parted ways. The managed offered an apologetic smile, making a face and shrugging as if to say, “What are you going to do, we have our up and down days.”
She goes home and takes a long shower, clads herself in sweats, and a sweatshirt with her hair in a pony. She plants herself in front of the tv, not bothering to eat dinner neither bothering to turn on the lights. Her cellphone’s been turned off ever since she got home. She watches as the light outside fades to nothing, with only the tv’s emitted colors offering light in her entire apartment. She continues staring blankly at the screen, curled up in the same position clutching her pillow.
Around midnight she hears loud footsteps outside. The door to her apartment bangs open, slams shut. Without even bothering to turn her head she knows who it is.
Yoochun stands at the door huffing furiously, a set of her keys in his hand. He wears a light jacket, sweats, and flip flops. He kicks off the shoes and doesn’t bother where they fall haphazardly- one up, one upside down in the shoe pile by the door.
She barely bats an eyelash, finds the tv strangely hypnotizing in its running colors.
She starts in a monotone voice. “What are you doing here so late?”
“Oh don’t you give me that tone.” His voice drips with venom. “You know very well why-”
“If you’ve come here bringing only empty words believe me, I don’t need this so late at nigh-”
“Let me just say it wasn’t me who was making those advances, unlike someone else here-”
“How dare you suggest that I would ever-” she suddenly stops as the thought dawns on her. “You were actually there listening to my conversation?!?”
A pillow misses his face by inches. “I can’t even go out of a room now without having you stalk-”
“I did nothing of the sort! I happened to walk that way and lo and behold, the woman whom I just happen to be dating is chatting it up with two other men as if nothing’s wrong!”
“-to say nothing of how you were acting with that woman fawning all over you like honey dripping from a tree. Oh please, how disgusting.”
“If you wouldn’t have been so blind as to notice, it was ACTING. You think for a minute I actually listened to that model or paid any heed to her? I would never!”
“Likewise, you think I’d ever glance at those men if they passed my way? Hmph!” She huffs and turns, her back to him.
He can see her shoulders heave up and down from her anger. He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, letting whatever anger carried him all the way here seep out.
“We...discussed this before. The professions we’re in will have us at times faced with difficult situations. But...we both have to overcome them by...by trusting each other. What is there to fight for if...if we have so little trust in each other and give in to our first thoughts?”
Her shoulders still and she slowly turns around. She takes a good look at him before heaving a sigh.
“I guess jealousy is still the first natural reaction to things like this...seeing any woman talk to you makes me feel insecure.”
“And seeing any man look at you the way they did makes me turn into a monster.” He takes a step towards her, then another.
“It makes me constantly want to have you by my side so others know when to fuck off.” He pronounces the last part through gritted teeth.
“I guess we were both mistaken then...we misread each other and let jealousy take over...” She closes her eyes wearily and lets out a sigh. It was all too much in one day.
“It’s late...I’m going to bed...” She offers him a tired smile and walks into her room, curls up under the sheets. At this point, she didn’t care whether he stayed the night or left. The guest room was there, the door was there. Let him take his pick.
She hears him take off his jacket and throw it on the couch, then pad softly to her room in bare feet. When he lifts up the covers she suddenly stills. Then he settles in behind her, spooning her. Her body naturally relaxes. She feels his cheek on her back, his hands snaking around her waist to squeeze her hand, fingers lacing together, something he did only when he was afraid, insecure.
“Tonight I just want to hold you...be with you. No more than that. Let me...”
She smiles. She strokes his hand comfortingly. “Yes. And everything will turn out alright.”
He pulls her closer to him. She can feel his eyelashes on the nape of her neck before he kisses and marks the same spot with his lips. She brings his hand up and kisses it in response. His breaths slowly even out and his grip on her hand relaxes. She never stops stroking his hand.
Right before she falls asleep a single thought passes through her mind- ‘Well, as our first fight being a couple...we made it through alright in the end.’