❥❦𝚉𝚊𝚟𝚘-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 | 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚟 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗❦❥ (old)

❥Chapter 5

Ruv woke up. He tried to adjust his eyes to the brightness. He was in.. His room? And.. He was warm? The russian looked to his side, noticing somebody was holding him. Their hands were hard and rough, yet nimble and warm.. He nuzzled into it, laying his head back down. "Ruv, you awake yet?.." he heard Whitty's electric guitar voice ask him. Ruv froze.

He looked up slightly, still convincingly asleep, and saw Whitty, hugging and comforting him as he slept. He quickly looked away, still pretending to be asleep. He felt his face warm up. He guessed it was a blushing mess. "hm.. I guess not.. Should probably tell Sarvente that i'm here, soon.." he uttered.

"I'll be back, Ruv, kay?" Whitty laid him on the bed, opened the door and left the room, closing it from behind. Ruv sat up after Whitty left. His breathing was just now slowing down. "I- um..was he really just holding me..?" Ruv asked himself. He rubbed his eyes, still thinking about the short moment he had with the bomb.
Why was he so warm?..
Why was he holding me in the first place?-
Wait, why do I want to hug him again?..

"RUV!" He heard his best friend, Sarvente, scream from downstairs. Ruv jumped a bit, startled by her scream.
Sarvente opened his door. "RUV, WHITTY'S GONNA JOIN OUR CHURCH!" she squealed. "Come downstairs, I made us breakfast, Oh Ruv i'm so happy!!" she practically seemed like she was going to burst into sparkles, stars, rainbows, and puppies.

"Sarv, calm down, i'll be down in a minute." Ruv told her.

"Okay okay okay, just hurry up!" Sarv squeaked.

As Ruv watched Sarv leave the room, he sighed and looked at his phone. It was 11:20 a.m., he had slept in again.. Well, it was like, 4:00 a.m. when he had fallen asleep.. Right! That's what happened!
Ruv sat there for a full minute, remembering what happened that night, him and Whitty talked at the bar, considered making that song, came back to the church, made a beat, and then he had fallen asleep.

The communist stood up, stretched, and stepped out of his room, rubbing his face and still sleepy.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," Whitty nodded at Ruv, taking a sip from a mug. "sleep well?" he asked.
Shit, am I blushing again??, Ruv thought.

"Er- um yeah, I slept better for some reason.." Ruv uttered, sitting down next to Sarv and Whitty tiredly. Whitty took another sip from his mug. "Hm, strange, I wonder why," Sarv shrugged. Ruv sat up to make his own mug of coffee. After finishing pouring his own, adding sugar, etc, he had tuned out for a moment to finally take a sip.
"So I was thinking, if you wanted to stay, Whitty, it would be more efficient than walking here every day, right?" Sarv began.
Ruv spit out his coffee.
"whoa, Ruv, bud, you okay?" the bomb asked. "Yeah, yeah, i'm fine, nothing's wrong, just forgot to add sugar.." he lied. "Oh, alright then, continue, Sarv." Whitty sighed.

Ruv pretended to add sugar and stir up his coffee, thinking about living every day with Whitty. It'd be a dream, true, but he couldn't live with his face being a tomato all the time.. Wait why was it a tomato in the first place?
Did he actually like Whitty or was he just being too charming for his own good?
Before he could finish the thought, he felt his face heating up again. Quickly, he drank more of his coffee and went to sit down.

"Hey Ruv, your face is a bit red--" Sarv began.
"I know." Ruv answered simply.

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