hiraeth dreams [bxb+]

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woo, first chapter! praying this goes well, lmao.

♡ q: do you wear socks when you sleep?
- i admit i sometimes do but it's not on purpose:(

> PRESENT <

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...

I keep my eyes shut, still exhausted and in need of sleep. The ticking doesn't stop, however, and I end up turning. Immediately I'm met with an uncomfortable amount of heat, radiating off a hard surface. I bring my hands to said-surface and try to feel what it is. It doesn't feel like my stuffed panda.

A chuckle brings me out of my thoughts. I stay still, frozen. There's no way I heard that right. Yet, sure enough, when I slowly opened my eyes and looked, a man lay right there - in bed with me.

I get up quickly, panicking. Only then did I notice that I wasn't in my room nor my house.

Could it be? I thought. There's no way...

I wasn't one for one-night stands or even sex. I was a virgin, as sad as it may sound. I just have never felt that connection with anyone. Yeah, I've had boyfriends and girlfriends every now and then, but it was nothing serious.

"Who - what - huh?" I let out, confused. I look down to see that I was fully dressed. The guy was too, except for the fact that he was shirtless. He had on sweats that were covered by the blanket.

He raised a brow at my reaction. "The name's Jeremiah," the redhead states. "No, we didn't fuck. And no, this is not my house."

"Lol, what?" I say before thinking.

Jeremiah makes a face. "Did you just say lol?"

I nod guiltily. "A thing I picked up in high school that has still stayed with me. Who are you, and what do you mean this isn't your house?" I lightly laugh, though not amused. "You shouldn't try to prank your one-night stands like that."

He tilts his head to the side, as if absorbing the things I said. "I'm Jeremiah, as I just said before." His accent is visible. "And, as much as it saddens me to say this, I am not pranking you. This literally is not my house. I just got drunk yesterday and I woke up here. And, guessing by the way you reacted to seeing me and this room, I'm assuming this isn't your house either."

I shake my head slowly. "If it was, you would've been long gone. I don't do one-night stands."

"A shame," is his reply.

We sit in silence for a moment before I decided to speak up. "Why are you so calm about this?" I question. "We were kidnapped and are in an unfamiliar building, yet you're acting...comfortable."

He shrugs. "I've been thinking about my death for a while. I don't want my last minutes on earth to be of me panicking. You?"

I think for a moment. "I'm at this point in life where I really just don't care."