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YOURS
(as inspired by "I'm Yours" by The Script)
© FutaTeaTime, 2022. All rights reserved.
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"Think again."
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January, 2015.
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The brunette heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he got out of the room. The kisses somehow overwhelmed him. He could hardly hold himself back around his friend. He wanted more and it scared him because he did not even know what for. He leaned his back against the door. He looked down at his pants. The stretched fabric took him aback. What's happening? He quietly thought to himself as he patted his clothed member. It was endlessly throbbing all over. It was about to calm down when he was suddenly greeted by a faint footfall from the stairway.
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"Hime, mommy's home, where's…"
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The ravenette did not finish his sentence as soon as he saw the brunette. He narrowed his eyes at him and the latter immediately fumbled with the hem of his shirt. He kept pulling it downwards for unknown reasons. He cleared his throat as he started loosening his tie. "I didn't know you're here," he greeted him. He could not recall the last time he saw him, in fact, he rarely came over when he was at home. It was because his displeasure was written all over his face whenever he saw him around his daughter. His wife was worlds apart from him. She loved him.
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"I'm just here to pick up something."
"Well, you're joining us for dinner?"
"No. I'm leaving."
"Alright, kid. I'll see you later, then."
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He kept his eyes on his uninvited guest even when he already turned his back on him. He frowned at his reasoning, in fact, his frown grew bigger the more he thought about his words. He clearly did not carry anything with him. Whatever. He shrugged his shoulders. He shook off his frown from his face before he picked up where he left off. He was on his way to hug his daughter. It was something that he and his wife did every day, out of habit, to recharge themselves at the end of their working days.
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"Hime, I'm home."
"Hey, baka, wait."
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He was about to knock on the familiar door when his daughter suddenly pulled it open. Her scowl made him flinch. She was seemingly angry for unknown reasons. She glanced through the hallway, ignoring him, and she then sidestepped him. "Eh?" he mumbled. He kept his eyes on her as she ran down the stairs. His eyes landed on his open arms as soon as she disappeared from his sight. He unconsciously flung them in the air at the sight of his daughter, previously, but she did not reciprocate his gesture. "Eh?" he repeated. She broke him.
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The brunette fetched his boots from the shoe rack before he pulled out his buzzing phone from his pocket. He lazily picked up the incoming call as he slid his feet into his boots. "Hey, baka, where are you? You're at her place? Whatever. We're on our way," his friends bombarded him. He could barely hear them due to the ruckus on their end. They reminded him of their plan. He could care less about it. He stood outside for hours for his friend, waiting, and he had enough of the unforgiving weather. He was about to turn them down when they dropped the call on him.
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"Hey, did you not hear me?"
"What are you doing here?"
"You forgot to take this off."
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He automatically shut his eyes when he felt her hands on his cheeks. His flustered reaction pulled at her heartstrings. She broke into a small smile as she gently dabbed some makeup remover across his skin. "Oh," he mumbled. He dropped his shoulders as soon as he processed her demeanor. She lightly shook her head at him and his anticipation for something else. She moved on to his lips as soon as she was done with his cheeks. His kisses made her happy deep down, then again, his retreat brought back her anger. She harshly scrubbed his lips.
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"You're squishing me."
"What do you expect? I'm mad at you."
"…but we just – I, I thought we're fine."
"Humph. Think again."
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He took a step back from her. He crossed his arms across his chest as he thought about her remark. It somehow made her hopeful that he would be more considerate of her feelings. He crushed her hopes when he simply ended up whining some more about how she mishandled his lips. Baka. She rolled her eyes at him. She yanked his arm towards her and she then harshly scrubbed his lips again. She pinched his nose every time he let out another whine. His squeaky nasal tone made her day.
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To Be Continued
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Author's Notes
I'll continue this story on the Wattpad, that is, if
you want more from me. Thank you for reading!
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