Behind Closed Doors || Draco Malfoy x Seme Male Reader

•°. *࿐ A Mistake To Be Made

I woke up in a sterile white room, my head throbbing as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Memories of being drugged flooded my mind, and a wave of panic washed over me. As I sat up, my eyes fell upon MC, peacefully napping on the nearby couch. Relief washed over me, knowing that he was there and that I was safe.

My gaze wandered to the IV fluids connected to my arm, and a surge of realization hit me. I had been strapped to muggle medical equipment, a stark reminder of the danger I had been in. MC stirred from his slumber, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of concern and guilt.

"Draco, I'm so sorry," he whispered, rushing to embrace me tightly. His arms enveloped me, offering solace and protection as he explained what had transpired. It had only been four hours since I was rescued, and the individuals responsible had been apprehended. But amidst the chaos, MC had managed to secure an incredible offer for the family, a silver lining in the midst of darkness.

"In short, I've got us the best deal package," MC explained, his voice filled with a mix of relief and excitement. "Is your head hurting? Did I hug you too tightly?"

I reassured him, "It's fine... thank you for saving me."

He held me tighter, his voice filled with sincerity. "Of course, I wouldn't be your brother if I didn't."

The word 'brother' lingered in the air, and an inexplicable sense of unease washed over me. There was something I needed to confess, something I needed to share with MC. I gathered my courage, preparing to open up to him.

"MC..."

But before I could continue, the door swung open, revealing our parents with food in hand. Mother's face lit up with joy at the sight of me awake, showering me with kisses. Father echoed MC's account of the events, and my attention shifted to MC engaged in a lively conversation with them, accepting the food they brought.

"I only brought food for MC. I didn't expect you to be awake," mother exclaimed.

"No worries, mother. Draco can have my share. I can always order more in the suite," MC replied with a warm smile.

After a thorough check-up, I was given the all-clear to leave the clinic. True to his word, MC had arranged for us to stay in a luxurious suite that surpassed even the Deluxe Suite my father had booked. As we entered, I marveled at the opulence around me. MC wasted no time in ordering additional amenities, his excitement palpable.

"Now, your mother and I are going to join a yoga class. If you decide to go out, make sure to take MC with you," father advised, before they both departed, leaving MC and me to revel in the delights of the suite.

We indulged in the various entertainment options, and after another defeat at MC's hands, I found myself sprawled on the plush queen-size bed. It was there, lying side by side, that the earlier conversation weighed heavily on my mind.

"What were you trying to confess earlier, before you were checked-up?" MC inquired, breaking the silence.

My body froze, and I instinctively turned away, my gaze fixed on a distant point. I could feel the bed shifting as MC moved closer, his presence demanding my attention.

"You've been acting strange since we made up," he continued, his tone filled with determination. "Something's wrong, and you're not telling me."

"Leave me alone!" I snapped, frustration lacing my voice. I struggled to push him away, but his strength surpassed mine, and he pinned me down, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You can't keep pushing me away, Draco," he said firmly, his voice unwavering. "I won't let you hide from me."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't bear to look at him as the weight of my emotions threatened to consume me. In a moment of vulnerability, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I LIKE YOU, OKAY?!"

Silence hung in the air, the words lingering, unspoken yet deafening. And then, unexpectedly, MC's hand gently pulled mine away from my face, his face inching closer to mine. With a tender touch, he pressed his lips against mine, a silent affirmation of his feelings.