❝ well for some reason, kissing you would seem like a nightmare" you honestly confess as Childe tried to look extremely offended. " what!?! Excuse you? I am a good kisser" Childe whispered harshly to you as a joke," well only one way to find out" ❞...
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you murmur upon realisation, your brain wasn't in your head after drinking so much, so you thought you were hallucinating when you saw Childe in all his glory
" can you go? I'm thinking" you push the man aside
" you are drunk" Childe placed a hand on your forehead, feeling your burning temperature, " you'll get a cold if you stay here" Childe pouted, pulling his hand back and placing his own jacket over you
" stop" your words sounded like an order, making Childe freeze in his position
" stop what..?" Childe almost laughed out loud at your ridiculous claims
" you...why do you do this" you give a whine, slouching over the swing
" I didn't do anything" Childe replies, trying to give a cocky smile
" every time you do these small gestures, my heart gives me a weird feeling and when you laugh! It makes me feel warm.. I hate it " you look away, unable to realise the meaning of your endless rant
Childe stayed silent, his smile turning into a thin line, observing your words
" I hate how you make me feel this way...you always give me these mixed signals, like you are using me and my feelings again" your rant turned into anger
" I'm sorry for doing that. But I assure you, I'm not using you" Childe placed a soft hand over yours, making you flinch, pulling your hands away
" please...don't make me feel this way" you mumble, eyes fluttering before you lost control, slowly drifting to sleep
Childe watched as your head fell on his shoulder after he shifted his weight to your side
" I really am sorry [y/n] " Childe whispered while you were asleep, unable to hear anything
N E X T D A Y
You jolt upwards, looking around your room frantically, you had no recount of the previous events that happened yesterday, and the pain in your head prevented you from thinking any further
" you are awake" Thoma arrived at your door, a freshly made soup on his mitten hands
" what happened" you look around, your last vivid memory being the park
