WORDS; 1,718.
TO; Himself.
WARNINGS; Obsession, murder mention.
VOCAB; (H/C) = Hair Colour, (H/L) = Hair Length, (H/T) = Hair Type.
"Oh dear..." I can't lie, I was shot through the heart and sent far over the moon when (Y/N) asked to stay over at mine. "It isn't always that easy. It probably would have happened either way, so don't be thinking of 'what if' or anything like that, please." The brief moment passing so calmly, without me squealing and skipping around the room from the burst of joy he gave me... I was shocked that I was able to perform that. "I could have —"
I stopped him right there by raising my hand to his jaw and putting a light upward pressure on him to force his cute, (S/C) lips closed for the time being. "Please. It's already happened now, there's no going back. Tell me what you're gonna do moving forward, not back." My thumb laid on (Y/N)'s lips and it felt like the perfect cushion to me. Where I belonged, where I wanted to meet my lips with and thoroughly introduce each other by. All I could do is stare as I hid my infatuation behind a blank shell of myself. "I'll graduate..." (Y/N) started, my heart beat in my throat as I withheld the urge to lay kisses all over him.
"Then move away. Far, far away. So I won't have to be around that secret admirer freak ever again." I smirked, it did hurt to hear the boy I've been admiring in secret unknowingly say this directly to my face. I did a celebratory clap in his favour as I stepped back from him and removed my hand from his skin, something that was enough to drive my heart crazy with desire. "You're so clever." I exhaled the words, feeling relieved and overjoyed to be breathing (Y/N)'s air. And even better, to already be one step ahead of him.
I guided the smaller boy toward the stairs with a hand on his back, taking him up two flights before pulling the key out from my pocket as we approached the door. "Home, home..." I pushed the door open as I smiled those words out my widened lips, allowing him to enter before me so I could close the door behind us and know for sure that he was safely and consensually locked up in my home, our home. I clicked the lock shut. "Shall I give you the tour? Or have you maybe seen a certain place like this before?"
That sweet laugh of his... I did end up giving him a pointer finger guide to which room is mine and which is my roommate's, but that was all.
I sunk into the comfort of the couch, humming softly as I rested my arms on the backs of the thing and laid my head back slightly. It felt far more comfortable being on this crappy old couch with someone I love than to be alone. I'll never have to be alone again with (Y/N) by my side!
And he must be getting used to me, even if he only knows me from one short interaction. Because he followed me in sitting on the couch, the back of his head resting against my hand. I want to run my hand through his (H/C) (H/T), I want (Y/N) to move closer and fall asleep in my touch... I want to give him the best care he could ever imagine.
Might be a bit biased, from my perspective, since I'm honestly obsessed with this guy... But I think his (H/L) suits his features so well. I love how (Y/N)'s face looks with the extension of his hair to complete that handsome look. I run my fingers up the back of his head, losing sight of my fingers in his (H/T). He likes it, I can tell that for sure.
By now (Y/N) had leaned into my hand and rested his eyes closed, I had fully relaxed him with my touch alone. Best of all, I get the best view of his adorable restfulness since we've still got a gap between us.
I would prefer to have him chained by the hold of myself, to feel his warmth against mine as I keep him where he belongs... But this works too. It's peaceful. "I've been thinking," I started, (Y/N) struggled to blink his eyes open, he must have been dozing off. I couldn't help but laugh. "This may be a little off topic, but you are really cute." (Y/N) glared at me in a playful way as he pouted, we both laughed together.
"Shoot, you can't distract me with your cute charm! Back on topic..." (Y/N) only laughed some more, his joy soon fading into seriousness and I could tell he tuned in to listen. "I was thinking that you could sleep in my bed, and I'll stay on the couch for tonight." He nodded, yawning out loud. "Now?"
The way I wanted to scoop this boy up was painful to resist, he was so vulnerable. I want him to depend on me.
"If that's what you want." I stood, parting my intertwined fingers from his (H/C) strands. He was wobbly when he tried to copy my action, so I wrapped a supportive arm around him. "Is this my fault?"
"Hm?" (Y/N) hummed, as if he had snapped to focussing on me. "You're so tired all of a sudden..." We stepped through the doorway of my bedroom and I sat him down on the foot of the bed before continuing. "Is it that the tears have tired you out, or did you just get really into the way I played with your hair?"
"Maybe I wouldn't phrase it like that..." He only stared at me for a few seconds after replying, it made me nervous which made the time drag on in my mind as I begun going over reasons he now hates me, but I was so wrong. (Y/N) wrapped his arms around me lazily, I leaned down so I could hug him back and that, in turn, made him lay his heavy head on my shoulder. It felt like a dream at this point, this has only been going in the right direction for me as of now.
I finally gave in to the rattling idea to scoop him up, and I held him tight to my chest. There was no resistance, but (Y/N) had most definitely fallen asleep on me with how his weight had gone limp. "I love you, my darling boy." I whispered in his ear.
Hearing him groan back made my heart beat, but I realised that it was only a snore and sighed out as I paced with him in my arms. "If only you knew how much I love you..." I paced back again, bouncing him as if he were a baby. It's because he is, he's my baby.
Or, (Y/N) will be my baby.
What's difficult about this is that (Y/N) has fallen asleep on an empty stomach, that means I'll have to disturb his gorgeous slumber. I hope he'll understand that I'm only doing what's best for him...
I kicked the blankets open so that I could lower (Y/N) to the mattress and carefully pull the covers over him, as not to bother him with an unexpected gust of wind, leaving the room, but not before kissing (Y/N)'s cheek. The whole time I made dinner for the two of us, my mind was filled by the delightful image of (Y/N). I poured my heart into this pot of pasta, only to watch it evaporate to the confinement of the ceiling as my heart fluttered from how deeply I yearn him.
He's only in the other room, yet I already miss him.
I'm just so glad that my roommate pissed off whenever he did, because now I have an uninterrupted dinner with my darling.
On that thought, I decided it would be good to message him and detail what's happened and how fucking lucky I am to have him sleeping in my bed. I stood in the doorway, occasionally peaking at the boy as I typed slowly, taking the time to go back over my own memory of the whole situation. It's something so precious to me.
I killed his boyfriend, yet he still trusts me. He must love me back, that has to be a sign.
Sent. I slip my phone into the hold of my pocket and worship the very sight of my darling before I went back to making our dinner, humming and singing to release some of this pent-up devotion. I love to sing when I'm happy, it's not a surprise when I've been working on some songs for a years or two by now.
What was a surprise, though, was the voice that joined me, (Y/N). There was something angelic about how his voice sounded when he duetted with me.
"Have a good nap? Sorry if I woke you..." I pulled the pot to the side as I flicked the temperature dial to a zero. "But you're just in time! Go sit down, I'll serve you up."
Having my darling boy comply to my demand made me adore him that little bit more, if it's even possible anymore. I accompanied him to the table soon enough, placing his plate of pasta before him as I took my seat at the opposite end of the table from him, putting my plate in front of me. "Wait~" I sung to him. "Hmmm? Come on, I'm hungry..."
I pulled out a lighter and lit the candle between us on the table, trying to set the mood while also involving the weak lavender scent of the candle to keep the tranquility in (Y/N) when he was adjusting to a new home. He giggled.
"What is it?" I questioned, amused by his happiness. I took a forkful of pasta and slurped it up. "It's almost like a date." I chuckled at his jest. "Almost..."
FROM; Wilbur Soot.
a/n: writing this made me unreasiojally tired fml