Hearts in Doubt [Snippets/OS]

Texting Our Way Back

Pat: missed voice call
Pat: You can move on from your home and come to me

His voice cracked as he typed, desperation creeping into every word.

He meant it — he'd give everything for Virat to be with him, to find peace in their space.

Pat: I love you
Pat: shut up

The last words were softer, almost a whisper.

It wasn't anger; it was the only way he knew how to fight this — to hold on tightly, even when it felt like everything might slip away.

Virat: I just don't belong here I hope u understand

Pat felt like the air had been knocked out of him.

The words echoed in his head — they felt final, like Virat had already made up his mind.

But Pat couldn't let it end like this.

Pat: missed voice call
Pat: Yes I know, you only belong with me

His fingers typed without thinking, his heart racing.

There was no question in his mind.

Virat belonged with him, and that was all that mattered.

Pat: missed voice call
Pat: pick up

His thumb hovered over the screen, wishing the words could reach Virat across the distance, wishing they could make him understand that he wasn't ready to lose him.

Virat: We might find a place in this world someday 💚

Virat was searching for something, and Pat wanted nothing more than to be the answer.

Pat: Sweetheart, I don't want this world I just want you.

The words came from deep within, raw and unguarded.

Nothing else mattered. He mattered.

Pat: Talk to me
Pat: missed voice call
Pat: I'll fix it

Pat's thumb hovered over the screen again, as if the words alone could make things right.

He wasn't giving up. He wouldn't.

Not now. Not ever.

Pat stared at the screen in disbelief, his thumb hovering over his phone.

No reply. Nothing.

The silence felt suffocating.

He couldn't sit here anymore, couldn't wait for a text that might never come.

He needed to see Virat.

He needed to fix whatever was broken between them, now.

He quickly jumped up, grabbing his jacket and throwing on his shoes, barely thinking about what he was doing.

The airport.

He was going to find him. It was the only thing that made sense.

As soon as he reached the door, though, it swung open, and there he was. Virat.

Standing right there.

Pat froze, his mind racing. "Virat?" His voice cracked in disbelief. "What the—"

Virat didn't say a word.

He just stepped inside, his presence filling the room.

He closed the door gently behind him, and for a moment, they just stood there.

Pat blinked, still processing. "You're here? But... I—"

Before he could finish, Virat reached out and took his hand in his, a silent reassurance.

A touch that spoke louder than anything else.

Pat's breath caught in his throat.

Without thinking, Pat cupped Virat's face gently in his hands, his fingers brushing against his skin.

"What happened? What the fuck were all those texts?" His voice was a mix of frustration, confusion, and desperation.

"I'm sorry, but baby... I'm gonna fix it. I promise, I'll fix it..." He was rambling now, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Virat didn't let him finish.

He stood on his toes, closing the gap between them in one swift move, pulling Pat into a deep kiss.

Pat's mind went blank, everything but the feel of Virat's lips against his fading away.

As their lips parted, they both stood there, dazed.

They both smiled softly, almost sheepish.

Virat, then grinned, was the first to break the silence. "You won't kill me, right, when I say this... but it was a lyric prank on you."

Pat's eyes widened in shock, his heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss.

He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief.

"Baby, you scared the hell out of me..." His voice was a mix of relief and frustration, a touch of amusement beginning to creep in.

Virat chuckled, holding Pat's hand that was still tangled in his hair. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I was coming here. I knew you'd be going to sleep, so I thought I'd keep you awake."

Pat was still stunned, confusion lingering in his eyes. "Baby, you are lucky I love you..."

His tone softened, but he couldn't help but tease. "You better make up for this."

Virat's grin widened as he wrapped his arms around Pat's waist, pulling him close. "What do you think I'm doing here? But we've only got the night... I have to leave in the morning after breakfast."

Pat cupped Virat's cheek with one hand and slipped the other around his waist, pulling him even closer.

His voice dropped to a whisper against Virat's lips. "Let me not waste any second then..."

Without another word, he kissed him deeply, the world around them vanishing into the warmth of the moment. Virat held onto Pat's shirt for grip, every inch of him feeling the pull.

The kiss broke reluctantly, both of them breathless, hearts still racing.

As Virat rested his head on Pat's chest, the soft sound of their breathing filled the silence.

Pat's voice was low and gentle as he spoke, a hint of softness in his words.

"Don't ever do this prank again, baby... I was so scared." His fingers lightly brushed through Virat's hair, still processing the rush of emotions.

Virat looked up at him, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you, jaan. I will never. You know that."

He paused for a moment before adding, "But through this prank, I got to know one thing..." He smiled slightly, his words sincere. "You'll never leave me."

Pat's heart melted, his own eyes softening. "Never, sweetheart. Never."

In that moment, Pat scooped Virat up, lifting him effortlessly and carrying him to the bed.

Virat snuggled into him, the warmth of their bodies a perfect match.

They spoke softly to each other, Pat complaining about each and every text how he felt only to be kissed by Virat again and again to calm him down.

They slowly drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, the peaceful silence wrapping around them as they finally found their place together.

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A/N: Just a collection of short stories for one of my fav duo. This idea is from a instagram reel, hope it's not too boring.

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