Yin POV:
My brain is on the wrong track again.
I feel like... actually... I know that War is hiding something from me.
I just don't know what.
He always says that he is busy. He doesn't tell me where he is going.
We are on our twelve months mark and I thought we would... I don't know. Celebrate. Our anniversary.
Preferably in bed.
I tried to think that my brain is making stuff up again.
You know that's not true... you know he keeps his phone locked. You know he disappears a lot.
You know... he lies.
And War never used to lie.
...
"Baby"
"Mmh?"
"Do you still love me?"
"Of course I still love you my Yinyin."
He pinched my cheek and sent a wink. For a second, I forgot why I was asking.
"Do you... hide something from me?"
"What? Why would you think that? What could I possibly hide from you? Don't you trust me?"
To my fucking bad luck, War was a multi-talented human being, but a terrible... terrible liar.
If he shouted from the mountains to the whole world that he was lying, it would still be less convincing than what his face is saying right now.
He always loses the strip poker.
That's why it was really fun that he couldn't lie or deceit.
Until now, I guess.
Now, I don't know if I actually want to see his cards by calling his bluff.
"Of course I trust you."
And I do. You trust War. Youuuu trust Waaaaar.
As if War read my mind, (sometimes I actually afraid that he could, so he would know how obsessed I am with him), he put a little peck on my lips and left the room.
Leaving his phone unlocked on the couch.
I tried to not look at it directly like it was Medusa. Being a stone would really interfere with my lifestyle.
Just then... it chimed with a notification.
You cannot do that War's Yinyin.
You can be a lot of things... bad things... but you are not this loser who is not trusting his boyfriend and who is checking his phone behind his back.
Mmmmm.
Plus, he knows his own worth, he would dump your ass so fast.
Hurts. But true.
Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.
"Yin? Is everything okay?"
"Huh?"
"You seem stressed."
"I am not stressed."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Uhmm... what should we do for lunch?"
"Oh. I guess I forgot to tell you. I gotta go."
That's when I noticed he changed his outfit.
