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mother tongue - liana flores
the pitter patter of the rain cleared away all the worries in your mind as it pours heavily outside the window of the apartment you share with your lover.
rainy days have always been your favorite. the slightly cold temperature, the dim atmosphere and the way it drowns out all the other sounds away from buzzing in your ears. just the sweet sound of the rain drizzling could be heard.
it's the same for mikey. it's honestly because everything that makes you happy, makes him happy too. he enjoys your sloppy embrace around him and the way your humming joins the rain. it's his favorite thing to listen to on days like this.
though, today he prepared something quite different. he wanted to do something else other than lie around with you. he has a plan for something you guys have not done before, and it makes him a tad bit excited for it.
seeing your usual content expression plastered on your face while you sit legs crossed on the couch and waiting for him to join you makes him giggle secretly. he walks towards the record player and you can hear the sound of his feet tapping on the wooden floor along his way.
mikey's slim figure moving around near the record player piques your interest, wondering what he could be doing. he's always having weird ideas and some times you can't help but to scold him for them. some times. most of the time, you would join him with his crazy activities.
"manjirou, what are you doing?" you try asking, half expecting no answer to be given in return as he usually does.
your guess was correct, as his answer to your question is absolutely nothing. it doesn't offend you, though. it just means he's focusing and you have no problem with that. still, you are curious on what your boyfriend is so busy doing.
you are about to get up when the soft crackle of the record player resonates across the walls of your living room, followed by the start of a slow music, specifically your favorite song.
mikey finally turns around, his face now mischievous and almost expecting, smiling at you. you are still unclear on what is happening. as if answering the obvious confusion on your face, he immediately takes out one hand for you to take.
you almost fall as he pulls you fast towards him, catching you in his arms while he bites his lips to contain himself from grinning too wide.
he starts swaying with you, side to side like some kind of a prince and his true love in a fairytale movie. his blonde untied hair swayed along with every movement, making him look even more ethereal.
your noses are centimetres away from each other and your lips hold a similar smile mirroring his as your gaze burn into his lazy-looking, half opened eyes.
your scent filling his head and the constant swaying makes him dizzy, in an intoxicating way. to add, his flushing cheeks completes the look. no alcohol needed, only your beautiful face and your favorite song to keep him drunk as a skunk in love.
"do you know that i love you?" you whisper near his ear, your breath teasing it and making it red. it makes you let out a soft giggle seeing him this way.
"i love you so much more." he whispers back shyly. you can hear his heart beating fast, in sync with the droplets of rain dropping outside. yours are just as fast, and you're pretty certain he can hear it as well.
the pitter patter of your hearts drum along together as your feet continue to move with each other.
the melody of the song, the warmth of his body, the sound of the rain and his flushed cheeks fill your heart with unexplainable delight. you never knew dancing with him could be so intimate. it nearly made you blush like you did on your first date with him.
