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The spring breeze cooled the bright sun where you and Micah sat outside. Just relaxing, no responsibilities, no errands. Simply sitting in eachothers company, while occasionally sneaking glances at eachother like lovesick teenagers.
"I'm telling you you're wrong," You sigh. Having this conversation on whether hotdogs were considered sandwiches for the millionth time.
"C'mon, Angel! What makes something a sandwich?" He asks, throwing you his signature toothy grin that is, unfortunately, very cute.
"Not a hotdog." You state blandly, glaring at Micah's stupidly smug face.
"You're adorable when you don't want to admit I'm right!" Micah chuckles, unconsciously softening your playful glare.
You open your mouth to retort, when a chill runs down yours spine, making you pause. Something just feels... wrong, all of a sudden, like you're in danger.
You look away from Micah and scan your surroundings, trying to find any possible danger. To no avail, everything seems normal... too normal, like-
"Angel? Is everything alright?" Micah interupts before you can finish your thought. Snapping your focus back to him.
Even with Micah as your focus your whole body.. no, that's not it. Your surroundings buzz with an uncanny feeling. Everything accept Micah feels wrong, the trees, the people, the sky.
"Angel, hey, hey. Look at me." Micahs gentle voice brings your focus back again, still feeling on edge. "Breathe, can you do that for me?"
You didn't even realize your breathing had gotten heavy until now. Looking into Micahs earnest eyes, you try to calm your heartbeat and breathing not wanting to worry him.
But once you focus back on him you can see how his concern has only deepened with your inability to focus. "Can we go inside?" You ask quietly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, as you servey your surroundings for the millionth time.
"Ofcourse, anything you need." Nodding Micah gets up, pausing for a moment to see if you need help up, before you both head inside.
Being inside feels better, more grounding. But, it doesn't stop the anxiety crawling underneath your skin. You look up to get Micahs attention, only to find him already looking at you. Hands slightly stretched out as if unsure of touching you.
Taking a hesitant step forward, before deciding to fuck it all. You wrap your arms around him. Micah instantly swarms you in a hug, nuzzling his face in your hair and rubbing your back.
You squeeze him tighter, almost wanting to cry from relief. The uncanny feeling is still in the back of your mind. But, being wrapped in Micahs arms makes it feel bearable.
~☆~
Later, once most of the feeling has ebbed away, you were sitting with Micah on the couch. Sitting sideways across his lap with his hand rubbing up and down your back. You had your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. His other hand resting in your lap, as he holds your hand.
You didn't know how long you had been cuddled up on the couch, but it was nice. Having Micah there, just his presence helped.
Surprisingly it was Micah who broke the comfortable silence. "Are you feeling any better, Angel?"
You nod against his shoulder. "Yea," you said quietly, but you knew he heard you.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, no pressure, just the reassurance that he'd be there in his tone. "Or do I have to lose a hack for that information?" He grins.
You give a light chuckle. "..Actually i do want to talk about it." You admit after a little, not familiar with actually asking for help, or admitting you wanted to talk about something.
Micah gasps playfully, "You refusing a chance to gloat!?"
You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face betrays you. You'll get him back for his teasing later.
"Seriously though, I'm all ears." He says gently, bringing the hand he's holding to his lips. Giving it a gentle kiss.
It takes you a second to remember what you were going to say. Damn, this man and his ability to fluster you. You let out a heavy sigh, "I was experiencing something that happenes occasionally, not often at all. I was actually hoping that the feeling had stopped since it's been awhile..." You whisper the last sentence to yourself.
Micah listens sincerely, cute puppy eyes and all. You resist the urge to pepper his face in kisses, trying to stay on track. "The feeling, it's, uh, called Impending doom."
"Oh, I've heard of that. Is there anyway that I can help? Hacking into NASAs satellite? Buying you something? Making you food? I mean, I'm not the best cook but I can try. Anything for you, Angel."
The absolute devotion in his eyes never fails to make you flustered. You still have no idea what you did to deserve this man, but you're greedy and you'll take him anyway. "Just you being here is enough."
Micahs cheeks taint red. That's another thing you don't understand. How can a man this perfect not get how amazing he is? This time you give in to the temptation of kissing his cheek. Which earns you a whine from the man.
"Angeellll!"
You continue to kiss his face. One of your favorite hobbies was showering Micah in kisses. You'll never tell this to him outright, but your favorite thing about him was his unwavering support.
You'd be forever grateful of him for simply sitting with you until you felt better. Not questioning you. Not trying to fix anything. Just simply waiting for you.
That is all you could ever ask of him. The feeling can't be fixed. And there is no doubt that it will come back again.
But you know that when it does Micah Yujin will be there.