I love to write late at night with my earphones in both ears while the rain pours outside and I try not to think about how there's probably a scary lady staring at me from my window from afar.
Also I couldn't sleep and I crave a little bit of cute romance, so I write.
Hope y'all enjoy this short!
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Your Pov
My (E/C) eyes grew as wide as saucers, tears slowly welling up inside them. I make an effort not to blink and watch for tears that could try to fall down my cheeks.
Nights like these make me overthink a bunch. I simply start overanalyzing things when I'm by myself. Although it is a poor habit that I still have, I find it difficult to break.
I overthink potential scenarios as well as those that occurred months or years ago. I experienced nostalgia and even sadness because of the way they depicted everything.
My heart became heavier in my chest as my eyes widened in response to the image.
I find it a little absurd that I react to everything, and that's one quality of mine that I don't particularly value.
I can be a raging emotional ball at times. I have a tendency to become upset over trivial things at times.
I can be this powerful, brave person who just doesn't give a damn about the world around her at times.
As I watched the situation play out, I felt as though my heart had broken into a million pieces.
My chest felt like it had a strange knot in it, and it was quite unpleasant. A little whimper escaping my lips, my mouth gaped open and my eyes became glossy with unshed tears.
My walls had finally crumbled, and the dam had finally burst. I felt a tear go down my cheek. Another tear rolls down my flushed face as another one, then another, follows.
Although I wanted to cry, I didn't want to wake up my father. I don't want to disrupt his sleep because he has been busy all day practicing these crucial manners.
At that point, all I could do was cover my trembling lips with the palm of my hand. I make an effort to control my erratic beating,
which makes me feel as though my heart is attempting to escape from my chest. However, I continued to feel trapped and caught in a middle of something.
I was experiencing so many conflicting feelings that it was difficult for me to determine where I began or finished.
The moment I sensed this presence beginning to approach, my eyes widened until they were as big as saucers.
There was only one person who liked to check on me at odd hours, so I wasn't as startled to hear someone tapping on my balcony door.
I quickly rushed to invite Luka in, trying to calm down my erratic heartbeat as I hold onto the knob.
I noticed he was already de-transformed, looking immaculate and handsome in his casual clothing.
He looked cute and all, but I was worried by the serious expression on his face.
When he saw my unkempt appearance, Luka's brows furrowed, which suggests that he saw my puffy nose, eyes, and reddish cheeks.
Luka didn't even say hello to me first. He gave me a hard look and murmured something to himself while looking at me directly. "I knew there was something wrong."
Shocked by his statement, I tilted my head to the side in confusion. What was he talking about? I couldn't help but ask him that one.
"What're you talking about Luka? I'm fine." I giggled a little at Luka as I wiped my face with my palms and rubbed my tear-stained cheeks.
I made an effort to slow down my pounding heart, which I could hear in my ears. Luka didn't seem to believe a word I was saying, as his brows were still furred and his teal eyes were looking at me intently.
"Uhuh." He merely replied. I realized that Luka was just being a concerned boyfriend, and I immediately started to explain what was happening.
"I-i'm serious! Nothing bad happened tonight. I was jus—"
A little squeak left my lips before I had a chance to continue my sentence. When my face touched Lukas' firm back, I felt myself being lifted off the ground.
As he led the two of us to my bed while closely holding me, I glanced at him in amazement. "L-Luka!" I squealed, trying to wiggle away from his hold.
I was instantly placed on Luka's lap as he sat down on the bed.
Then, as he softly wraps his arms around me and brushes his fingertips along the fabric of my shirt, I start to get butterflies in my stomach.
With a hint of these suppressed feelings, Lukas' eyes were fixed attentively on my (E/C) ones.
I couldn't help but blush as I was once again in another predicament, without knowing what was on his mind. Feeling a little hesitant, I averted my gaze and stuttered. "Are you alright?" I asked him.
It took Luka some time to respond, and the fact that he never looked away from my figure made me a bit uneasy.
He hurriedly says, "Earlier today, while we were on patrol, I started experiencing this strange feeling in my chest, like if something was telling me that there was something wrong with you, so I came as soon as my shift ended."
I looked at him bewildered, my eyes growing wide as I quickly answered. "Luka, I'm really fine. I was ju—"
Again, Luka's courteous interruption prevented me from responding to my own comment.
His thumb lightly touched my flushed, teat-stained cheeks as he brought his calloused hand up to my face. It was a little strange, but Luka's touch felt warm and soft. He spent the entire night outside in the cold while I stayed inside, warm, all day.
He's like a heater, a cute heater.
"Well whatever it is, just know that I'm here for you always, baby girl. I love you, and I don't want to see you suffering all by yourself." Luka started.
"I'm here to protect you, to shield you from any harm. So you don't need to be worried, stressed, or concerned because I'm here to protect you, precious."
Luka softly pressed my head against his warm, broad chest as he hugged me tight. He made a quick declaration that astonished me, but I still accepted his hug. As I give his collarbone a quick kiss, a faint giggle escapes my mouth.
"Thank you, Luka." I giggled at him. He pulled me impossibility closer, pressing small kisses atop my forehead.
"Anytime, baby. Also, do you hear something? I kind of hear this weird muffled out voices." He raised his head and looked at me in confusion, trying to find the odd sounds he was hearing.
I hurriedly rose up and offered him a timid look of assurance while swiftly turning off my phone behind him, silently cursing at myself as I wasn't able to save the episode I was watching.
"N-nope! I don't hear anything." I quickly reassured him.
He let the conversation go and just snuggled close to me, a small content sigh escaping his lips.
Whew— K-dramas are so.. dramatic.
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Luka calm down she was just watching some sad K-drama ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯
Also, now that I think about it— Luka was doing more comforting than cheering her up.
Shhhh I'll see y'all in the next chapter