Sadly, this is based of a Taylor Swift song, I have no idea which song and I don't really care, but it goes like, 'in a world full of boys, he's a gentleman'
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One day you woke up terribly sick and you couldn't go to work, so you called off. You laid in bed coughing, sneezing and blowing your nose for half the day until your roommate, best friend and crush came in. He gave you a soft, genuine smile.
"How you feeling?" He asked, his voice was warm and kind as he gave you such sweet eyes. A hot feeling came across your cheeks, but luckily since most of your face was red anyways, he didn't notice.
"Terrible, I'm gonna die!" You exclaim, your voice was croaky and was slowly dying. You heard him chuckle slightly and you eased up, his laugh always brightened your day, along with his smile, eyes, hair, body, personality- everything.
He handed you some Panadol and cough syrup, "you'll feel better, take em", you were sceptical at first but quickly took them both and cringed at the taste, you coughed in disgust but it went away after a while, "thanks."
He gave you a soft smile and left the room. You closed your eyes and fell asleep, waiting up a few hours later by him softly rubbing you awake.
He's holding a bowl of hot soup, "here, you need to eat something" he watches with a small smile as you let out a groan and lift yourself up so you're leaning against the headboard. "I'm not hungry" you mumble, staring at him. You watch as he chuckles and all you want to do is pepper kisses all over his face, listening to his laugh for eternity, but you're sick so you can't do that.
He places the soup down and sits on the edge of your bed, brushing hair out of your face as he feels your forehead, "you're hot" he points out and you let out a weak laugh, "I know, tell me something I don't know"
He laughs at your joke and lifts the bowl of soup up again, "eat" he says it firmer than before, so you take the bowl in your hands and start eating the soup. He watches as you do so, smiling as you finish it quickly, "good boy, you can go back to sleep now" he whispers, taking the bowl from you and you lay back down in your bed, sleeping.
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A week later you're feeling better, your runny nose is gone, along with your horrible cough and sore throat. You walk out of your room and make yourself a cup of coffee when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind and then a kiss on the top of your head. "I'm glad you're okay" you hear him whisper, to you so quiet that you barely heard it.
You lean into his touch slightly, "yeah?" You question, already knowing the answer as you turn to face him, his hands tightening on your waist. "Yeah, you're not sick anymore? Like you're completely good now?" You let out a small chuckle and nod, you hear him sigh and were about to question him but you tell yourself not to and you let it go.
He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before grabbing his bag and walking out, leaving for work. Luckily, he didn't see you blush like crazy, even though the both of you always do flirty things like that.
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After a few hours he comes home at around 10pm, after working a long shift because he picked up on another coworkers after his. As you hear him walk through the door you stand up to greet him, and as you walk to where he is you notice how tired he looks. He walks over to where you were standing and he basically falls asleep on you, his body his weak and you have to hoist him up so the both of you don't fall to the floor.
You drag him to his room and as you're about to leave he grabs you lightly by the wrist, "stay" he mumbles, "please"
You sigh and nod, sitting down by the bed as you thought he wanted you to stay by his side until he fell asleep, but instead he opens on eye and raises an eyebrow. "Get in" he mumbles, sounding demanding with his words and he wouldn't take no for an answer, not that you'd ever say no to the opportunity.
You quickly climb into his bed and he immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. His grip on you is firm and tight, and you could tell he didn't want to let go. You let all your running thoughts disappear as you melt into his arms, falling asleep quickly.
The next day you wake up and find yourself still wrapped in him. You attempt to leave his arms but he's still got a tight grip on you and won't let you go. You try again and again but fail, "Y/N, if you keep moving I'll punch you" he mumbles, you feel your breath hitch as his voice is low and assertive. "I gotta get up" you whisper to him, now face to face with him as you stroke his hair, which didn't help your situation but you couldn't help it.
He lets out a small shaky sigh and lets go of you, you wriggle out of his bed and stand up, leaving to have a shower. After the shower you realise that you forgot your shirt, so with your hair still wet and your sweatpants dropping low at your waist, showing your V-line, you left the bathroom to find one.
I'm leaving the bathroom you had to walk past the living room, and of course C/N was sitting in there, waiting for you to be done. So when he heard you leave the bathroom he expected to see you with a shirt on, but when he saw your chest and abs on full display, a little wet and shining in the natural sunlight as you walked to your room, he was shocked.
Something in him urged to follow you to your room, so he did. He stood up quickly and chased after you, you were rummaging through your drawers to find a good shirt and only paused when you saw C/N leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face.
He was checking you out with no care if you saw it, which you did. When he met your eyes, he pushed himself off the doorway and made his way over to you. His hands went straight to your bare waist and pulled you in, creating a small gap between the two of you.
"You look so amazing darling, why cover it up?" He teased you, leaning in. You felt yourself go red and look away from him. He chuckled and placed two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him.
You watched as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and he inches even closer, you could feel his breath on your lips and you stared at him with a loving look. He gave you one final look, one that asked for permission to kiss you, and you nodded. He smirked and leant in, immediately capturing your lips with his as he kissed you with slight force.
His hands caressed your waist and hips while yours were held together tightly behind his neck. He tilted his head a little to get a better angle and continued to kiss you, now finding the perfect rhythm to it.
After what felt like a lifetime you pulled away, breathless. "You're so wonderful baby" he praised quietly, resting his head on your shoulder as he continued to run his hands up and down your waist.
You let out a small sigh and smiled, "can I be your boyfriend?" He asked suddenly, now looking back into your eyes hopeful, all you could do was nod, "of course baby" you nodded, happy.
He pulled you into another kiss, this time it was softer and you felt as though it was more passionate.
He was finally yours and you were finally his.
