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He dangles his legs, static, off of the bedside. Thought seems to have caught him as much as his dry wit and charming charitability has caught you. The mood was relaxed, candlelight tapering on and off and gently stroking the wall, illuminating its velvety shade and shining it upon the pair of you, but with underlying tension, like a rubber band slowly being pulled from both ends, ready to tear.
Not a moment of eye contact, he gives you. Is he a tease? Are the ideas, the machinations of his mind scrambled when he's with you? Well, he does the same to you. It's only fair.
“Hm...Y/N.” He potently breaks the silence. His hands lay gently flat on his lap as he looks away.
You don't speak, yourself. You're captivated by the sound of his voice and only want it to stay.
“I...Have been thinking, lately. Thinking forward.”
You sit and listen.
“Thinking...Of the future. Of what it holds. Shall I live the life I want to? I am conflicted in my virtues, with how I live. I feel like there are parts of me that I don't want to embrace, yet embraces I want to find, and experience.”
If you were not letting him speak, you would tell him, 'hey, Kai, think on the sunny-side,' but it seemed he was not done.
“When I'm with you, Y/N, I feel I have the option to find these things. New experiences, that I want to partake in.”
He glances over to you. A slight flicker of eye contact passes before again, his eyes avert.
“Apologies...Something about your...Porcelain, smooth features, your curves. They are hard to resist.”
A minute passes in wordless limbo. He grows more and more impatient. Eventually, he turns to you.
“Y/N, you are...Quite significant to me.” He pauses amidst his words, a coat of blush across his cheeks. “It is hard for me to express, so...”
He whisks you off of your bed perch, and brings you into his arms. You let him take your form into his soft, smooth hands, up next his silky, grey hair, and let him express himself. He deserves this moment.
“I will not chicken out of this, so...I do hope you understand in due time...”
He plants a kiss upon you. You accept it, and wait for the words you have been wanting to hear all this time.
“I...I love you. You're...My favourite egg...”
You make loving egg sounds back. Truly, this relationship was to last.