Ive sitting on my lounge, scrolling endlessly, as I wait for Neymar to come home from training, he should be back soon.
As im distracting myself, I hear the front door open, he must be home. I look over and see him drop his bag heavily, and walking straight over to the kitchen, not a word said.
I frown, he usually greets me whenever he comes home, but tonight he's silent and distant. I walk into the kitchen and find him sitting on the counter, eating some leftover salad, while his eyes are attached to his phone, he doesn't even look up and acknowledge me. "hey" I say awkwardly, he just glances from his phone for a split second, nodding at me, then instantly looking back onto his screen. why is he acting this way? "whats wrong with you?" I ask bitterly. This time he shuts off his phone and smacks it down next to him, staring up at me with no emotion. "nothing y/n" he says flatly. "obviously there is, you come home and dont even say a word to me, you-" I get cut off by his loud frustration "fuck sake im just tired leave me the fuck alone," he says before storming off.
I let him have what he wants, I start doing some dishes to distract myself from what just happened, after a while, I feel a familiar set of arms wrap around my waist. He buries his face into the crook of my neck, I can feel his warm breath against my bare skin. "im sorry baby, I was just really tired from training, and its just been a bad day, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you" he apologises.
"I thought you wanted me to leave you alone" I remark, "no never, never leave me alone, I want you all the time" he says reassuringly.
"Im sorry" he says once again. "its okay ney" I say leaning back into his arms.
