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“So… you gonna let me in?”
The teasing candor of his voice jolts you out of your Micah-induced stupor, fingers flittering in the air uselessly before guiding him forwards.
“Oh! Sorry, of course, it's just—wow, you’re actually here!”
No sooner did Micah step inside your home did you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. His alluring warmth seeps through the layers of clothing, compelling you to snuggle and sigh against his chest. Holy shit he smells like mint and vanilla.
Micah stiffens, his loud gasp ruffling your hair. “A-angel?!”
“Oops, sorry,” you mumble the words in the firm softness of his pecs. Reluctantly, you loosen your grip… and promptly pull back before you give in to the urge to stay there forever. (Micah will never let you live it down if you actually fainted in his arms.)
But Micah doesn’t let you get far.
“Hey, no need to get shy now! I've been waiting to do that for so long!” His arms snake around your shoulders, holding you close enough to hear the gentle yet quick rhythm of his heart, beating for you, you, you.
Intense heat floods your cheeks like a lava, your own heart practically imploding in your chest like a violent, tsundere volcano.
Jesus, this man is going to be the death of you.
“Anyway! Youuu were saying something?” The tease in his voice is the final nail in the coffin where your pride lies.
Sighing in defeat, you lift your head up at Micah’s surprisingly tender gaze, basking in the warmth of his catlike smile while all your limbs turn to jelly in his embrace. How can he make you feel so relaxed and thrilled at the same time?
“Just… don’t read into this, okay? I just needed to reassure myself that I wasn't hallucinating a cute, sexy hacker climbing through my window.”
Your half-hearted excuse is graced by the sweetness of his snort-like laughter. “Pfft-HAHAHA, seriously? What kind of Dating Sim did you think this was?”
“Hey, no shade on dating sims! I saw that blooming panic poster on your wall, Yujin.” You waggle a finger in front of his face.
Micah's grin widens with fondness, one of his fangs peeking out. Ugh, too cute!
“Good observation skills! As expected of my rival. Who would you say is your favorite?”
“Nightowl best boy, end of discussion.”
“No. Way. He's my best boy too!”
“Guess I'm stealing your favorite boy then~”
“Nooo, not after the burgers!” He whines, holding you even tighter against him. The grin stealing over your face is just as ridiculous, you're sure. “What else are you taking from me?”
Preffering to keep your cards close to your chest, you're not one to publicly broadcast your feelings…
But Micah, in all his sweet dorky glory, makes you want to try.
“How about… your heart?” Your voice pitches in a squeak, embarrassment overriding your baby step attempt to be suave. You swear your face is going to melt from the heat…
But the stars in Micah’s eyes make everything worth it. “Angel, you literally are perfect.”
Eternity stretches the span of a second as you get lost in twinkling pools of gold, the glint of his smile, and the flush in his dusky cheeks.
Micah Yujin is actually here. He's in your arms, still trying to fluster you to death, but this time not confined to your computer screen or the limits of wifi at glacial speeds.
He’s here, and he’s yours.
You open your mouth to convey some part of the storm of emotions thundering in your chest, when a low grumbling sound cuts through your thoughts.
Cocking your head at his sheepish grin, you ask, “Have you eaten since you’ve gotten here?”
“Nope! Went straight from the airport!”
“Okay, okay, first order of business: food. Get your stuff in here, and I’ll get us some grub, okay?”
“Yes, your majesty.” Micah gives you a wink and a cheeky two-finger salute before placing your stuffie on your bed. You try not to let your gaze linger on Micah’s backside.
Judging by the exaggerated way he sways his hips as he saunters outside, you’re not successful.
You swear the sound that leaves is only 50% a dreamy, wistful sigh.
By the time Micah's hello kitty-themed luggage is settled inside, you've managed microwave up yesterday's leftovers and set them on the table.
You beckon him over to your kitchen, definitely not marveling at how at home he looks inside your house and how right it feels to have him here.
“Well, well, well! If it isn't my esteemed rival, Micah Yujin!”
Micah meets the challenge in your gaze with fond mirth twinkling in his golden eyes. The grin peeking at his lips mirrors the one fighting its way on yours. “If it isn't my adorable angel~”
Critical hit!
“Bro… Oh my god, you cannot just say that!” You dive for the relative safety behind your hands. “Brooo. Bro.”
Chuckling, Micah gives you a moment to breathe and turns his attention to the food. “Hey, a burger! You really are sent from fast-food heaven!”
“Pshh. Yeah, I just had them yesterday while… um, waiting for ya.”
“You mean while you were hopelessly pining for me?” He flutters his lashes at you charmingly, annoyingly.
Pride and instinct automate your response: “I was not pining!”
Tears well up in Micah's eyes as he asks, “Not even a little?”
“…Okay, fine, maybe I did keep checking on my messages to see if you replied.” Your gaze shifts to the table, somberness lining your words. Yesterday's fear, confusion and anxiety tangled into a knot in your chest that hadn't quite disappeared yet. “Again, you got me really worried, man.”
The gentle touch of a hand on yours draws your eyes to the genuine penitance etched on Micah's face. “I'm sorry. I really will make it up to you. How about I cook dinner later?”
Silently, you turn your palm upwards and interlock your fingers together—a perfect fit. Giving his hand a small squeeze, you quickly let go lest you explode all over your kitchen.
With the tips of his ears tinged red, Micah doesn't look like he's faring better.
So you what you do best—divert with humor.
“…With the maid outfit on?”
“You know it, baby!” He crows before taking a big bite of his burger. Your eyes are not forming into tiny cartoon hearts as you watch him eat, they are not.
“Hey, why aren't cha digging in?”
“Huh? Oh I'm good. I can't eat when I'm excited.”
“Wow, you're really down bad for me.”
“I—wh—hey!”
“Down horrendous.”
“STFU! Shut up and eat your burger dude!”
The sounds of smug victory and satisfied munching follow. Looking away, you drum your fingers along the table and hum under your breath until—
“Angel, are you singing my song?” Micah asks, jaw dropped over his now empty plate.
“Noo—well, yes,” you admit with a cross of your arms. You don't know why you tried denying it. The man made the song after all!
“It's catchy! Literally the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me and… I'm fond of the dork who made it, you know.”
“Aww!” Micah's grin could put the sun to shame with how bright it was.
“Y-you already knew that, why do you sound so shocked?”
“I knew you liked it, but it's nice to hear it in person!”
You flick your gaze back to him, a shy smile twisting your lips. “…Fair. Uh, not that I'm going to listen to it everyday or anything, but you're going to send me a copy right?”
“Will do, your majesty!”
“And sing it for me anytime I want?”
“How demanding!” But his chuckle is just as bashful, just as steeped in delight. “Yes. Definitely. Any more requests?”
And there is one question that's been burning at the tip of your tongue…
“Show me the pussy pics, Micah.”
“My, how forward!” His dramatic gasp stokes the embarrassment fanning your face. Before you can splutter out an explanation, he bites his bottom lip, eyes dancing with mirth. “But why would you want pictures if the real thing's right here?”
“Ugh, you know that's not what I meant!” But you can't help the way your stare lingers on the plump curve of his mouth, tracing his figure through his clothes and—focus, dude, focus!
“But it's what you want?” Micah waggles his eyebrows ridiculously. You end up cackling, hiding your burning cheeks with a hand.
God. It's difficult to hide your emotions in real life, but with the lengths Micah's gone for you, it makes you want to try this whole honesty thing again and again, getting up after stumbling through your sentences.
“Y-yes, yes, eventually,” you bluster, trying not to fan your face with your hands. “I just don't wanna rush into this, you know? I want to do things right with you.”
Silent descends as Micah stares, cheeks coated with crimson, eyes round with awe.
Then, a shit-eating grin stretches his face. “Aww, angel! Were you being honest with your feelings again? That must be a new record!”
“Shut up, Yujin! I fucking hate you!” But the word's hold no heat. Not with the enamored grin pulling at your lips.
“I'm ever so sorry. Is there anything I can do make up for this?” Micah bats his long lashes again, irritating you with how he knows he's getting away with everything. Tch.
“Cat pics. Now.”
“Right away!” Micah scoots his chair closer to yours and lays his head on your shoulder. Oblivious to the explosion of rainbows and sparkles in the confines of your chest, his fingers fly on his phone, pulling up the pictures of…
“And here's my pride and joy!”
“Skrunkly!” Hypnotized by her imploring stare and adorable chonkiness (matching sweaters, what the fuck!!!), you grab Micah's hand again to pull the screen closer.
His grip actually shakes.
Giggling, you nudge his shoulder and settle comfortably against him. It's comforting to know you're not the only one with butterflies swamping your stomach.
A little ridiculous how you both seem to have two left feet in this little dance, flustering at each touch, and sent into a blushing frenzy at each sincere emotion.
But you wouldn't have it any other way.
“Gosh, she's so cute! Where is Skrunkly right now?”
“She's with a friend. Tried to sneak her through customs, but they wouldn't let me since it was a pretty spontaneous trip.”
“Heh. No kidding. Will you ever bring her around sometime?”
“Maaaybe. If we reach level 10 Friendship.”
“Oh yeah? What do I get for level 69 boyfriendship?” The words are thrown in jest, but still, your heart pounds a furious beat in your ribcage.
Down bad.
“How about this?” Quick as a lighting strike, Micah plants a kiss on your cheek.
…!
Eyes blown wide, you bring your fingers to up to your impossibly hot face. Warmth blossoms in your chest at the chaste brush of his warm, soft lips. Your head fogs with that light, fuzzy feeling, all coherent words flung out the window.
Micah curses, expression adorably scewed up in nervousness. “I-I’m sorry! Was that okay!? I should've asked first, I—”
“Y-yes! I mean, no, you—ugh, okay, you know what?” Wctions spoke better than words, right?
Grabbing him by the shoulders, you slowly lean in, giving him a chance to back away. Micah doesn't move, his eyes huge like a deer in the headlights. It's too cute. He's too fucking cute. You press your lips against his soft cheek with a mwah.
“Th-there! Problem solved, we”re even now!”
For a long stretch of silence, Micah only gapes at you with round eyes and red scrawling all over his cheeks, down to his ears.
“Are you ok—”
“Justgivemeaminute!”
Turning his back on you, Micah mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “All right, Micah, deep breath... FHOOOOOO! ...Hold...and out... HAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”
Now, your jaw drops in amazement. “Are you… doing breathing exercises?”
Whimpering and whirling around, Micah fixes you with an imploring, almost kittenish gaze. “C-can you blame me?! You've been relentlessly attacking me ever since I got here!”
Before you can respond, he barrels on, “Just to be clear you're sure about this? About our first date? No take-backsies?”
“Of course! There's no one else I'd rather have with me.”
You nudge his arm, compelling him with the sincerity of your stare, the sweetness of your words. He peeks from in between his fingers. “You're sweet, smart, and hilarious, Micah. If I hadn't already fallen, I'd have been gone when you sang me that song. Voice kink aside, it was the sweetest thing anyone's done for me—”
“Wait, wait. What did you say about the voice kink?” A sliver of his teasing grin pokes out.
“…Is that seriously what you focused on?!”
“N-no, but I'm honest going to forget how to breathe again if you keep praising me like that.”
Now its your turn to flash a Chesire cat grin. “Oh? Does someone have a praise kink?”
“Angel, you are killing me here!”
“Haha, I'm sorry. I like seeing that look on your face.”
“What! Did! I! Just! Say!”
A laugh bubbles of out you. “Okay, cease fire! What do you say we get a head start on those movies now?”
Nodding with his hands still hiding his face, Micah follows you to the couch. You flick the TV on with the remote… and watch as the loading screen cockblocks your attempts to Netflix and chill.
“…I fucking hate this wifi.”
“Maybe I should’ve brought some CDs.”
“CDs?”
“See deez nuts! HAHAHAHA!”
"Auuuuuuuuuuuugh!”On instinct, you bury your face in your hands, trying to smother the giggles streaming from your lips. “Oh my god, you fucking dorklord!”
“Hah, but I’m your fucking dorklord~”
“…Looks like we finally agree on something.”
“Sorry, what was what?”
“Oh hey, look it's loading!”
Somehow, your crappy internet to pulls through and loads the damn movies, pulling you into a brightly lit daze.
You don't know when exactly you got into this position, but somehow you're pressed up against Micah's side, locked together like perfectly fit puzzle pieces. His arm is securely around you, head resting on yours. It's a little awkward and a lot warmer than you expected. It's heaven.
“So Twilight’s where you got the stalker through the window thing, huh?”
“Shut up! It was hot back then! There's just something sexy about vampires and their fangs—”
“Ooh, so you like fangs, don't you?” Moving Micah face closer, he runs his tongue over - you guessed it - his sharp canines and grins. Your gulp is deafeningly loud in your ears.
“Sh-shut… your hell up!”
“Hahaha! Oh my god you're blushing! And stuttering! Are you malfunctioning, angel?” Adopting a robot-like voice, Micah moves his arms sharply. “Error, error! Brain not found. Micah hotness overload.”
What a dork. “More like Error 143.”
There goes your charming lack of a filter again. “What did you say?”
“I-It means I hate you. Probably.”
“Suuure it does.”
“Stop attacking me, Yujin! I’m already sharing my shameful past with you!”
“Aww, what are you gonna do about it?”
“This.” Gently, you boop his nose with your own.
“Aaaahhhh! No, too adorably lethal! I'm meltingggg!”
Dramatically, Micah throws his arms up and slumps against your body, still shaking with mirth.
“Sweet, I hope I get custody of Skrunkly.”
“Aww, you know if we get married, we can own her together!”
“Wh-wh…! I m-mean look, Bella's getting eaten!”
And your blustery banter continues on into the night, words flowing to a sweet rhythm only the two of you know.
“Since this all happens in the same universe, do you think these Christmas Princes have a group chat or something?”
Snickering, you snuggle closer to Micah and breathe in his minty vanilla scent. “Probably! If those Vanessa Hudgens have their own, then why not the guys?”
That lovely, dorky laugher streams out of Micah. “God, I lo—…like you.”
In the confines of your ribcage, your heart smacks against bone, struggling to break free with all the words left unsaid.
But you'll get there. One shitty movie at a time.
“…I like you too.” And before Micah forgets to breathe again, you add, “you don't have to call me ‘god’ though. Even if my hacking skills are divine.”
“Are not!”
“Are too!”
“Anything you can do, I can do better~”
“Okay wow, just because you can sing it in your sexy, hot voice doesn't make it true.”
“You really like my voice, don't you? How did you survive all our video calls?”
“Oh my god, Micah, you are so annoying!”
And you wouldn't have it any other way.