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Don't touch her - Aonung

Aonung and I had always had a... complicated friendship. If you could call it that. We spent most of our time teasing, bickering, and finding creative ways to annoy each other. It was a game we both played well. But beneath the teasing, the playful shoves, and the endless sarcastic remarks, there was something else. Something neither of us had the courage to admit.

Until that night.

The gathering was in full swing, the sounds of laughter and music echoing through the village. Fires flickered in the warm evening air, casting everything in a golden glow. I was standing with Tsireya and Lo'ak when I spotted Aonung, his usually cocky expression replaced with something unreadable.

I followed his line of sight and saw her.

Seyna. She was beautiful, sure. But she was also persistent. She had been all over Aonung for weeks now, not getting the hint that he wasn't interested. And tonight was no different. She leaned into him, laughing too hard at whatever he was saying, her hand lingering on his arm.

But Aonung wasn't laughing. He was stiff, his jaw clenched, his entire body radiating discomfort. And no one was doing anything.

So I did.

I made my way over without hesitation. Just as her hand moved from his arm to his chest, I grabbed her wrist, hard enough to make her pause but not enough to hurt. Yet.

Aonung's head snapped towards me, his eyes wide with surprise.

Seyna turned, screeching as she tried to yank her hand back. "What the hell?!"

I didn't let go. Instead, I stared at her, voice calm but laced with something dangerous. "Do you like having fingers?"

Her eyes widened, fear flickering behind them.

"Yes," she whispered, unsure.

I smiled, baring my teeth slightly. "Then I suggest you keep them to yourself."

She yanked her hand free, stumbling back as she glared at me. Then, as expected, she ran off, crying to her older brother. Aonung exhaled, rubbing his face before turning to me.

"You okay?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He blinked. "You're asking me that?"

"Obviously."

His expression softened, but before he could say anything, Seyna returned, her brother in tow. And he did not look happy.

"You think you can embarrass my sister like that?" he sneered, stepping forward. Then, before I could react, he grabbed my arm roughly and spun me around to face him.

Big mistake.

Aonung didn't hesitate. He shoved the guy back, his usual playful demeanor gone. "Don't touch her," he growled. "Or I will kill you."

The tension in the air thickened as more eyes turned to us. Seyna stood beside her brother, arms crossed, looking smug despite everything.

I glanced at Aonung, then back at the two in front of us, an idea forming.

"You take him, I take her?" I asked, tilting my head.

Aonung smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I like the way you think."

The brother and sister barely had time to react before we both moved. I threw the first punch, my fist connecting with Seyna's jaw, sending her sprawling onto the ground. At the same time, Aonung slammed his fist into her brother's stomach, doubling him over.

The entire gathering turned into chaos. Neteyam, Lo'ak, Rotxo, and Tsireya rushed over, pretending to 'break it up' even though they knew damn well we had it handled.

"That's enough!" Neteyam barked, trying to keep up appearances.

Lo'ak, however, was grinning. "Damn, I wish I saw that punch."

Tsireya sighed but couldn't hide her amusement. "You two are impossible."

Seyna and her brother scrambled to their feet, glaring at us before storming off. The crowd slowly dispersed, the excitement fading as the music resumed. But Aonung and I stayed put, breathing hard, adrenaline still coursing through us.

"You didn't have to do that," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

I shrugged. "I know. But I wanted to."

He looked at me then, really looked at me. And something changed. The teasing, the games, the unspoken feelings—it all bubbled to the surface in that moment.

He stepped closer, so close I could feel his breath against my skin. "I don't like seeing anyone touch you."

My heart pounded. "I don't like seeing anyone touch you either."

His hand found my waist, his touch hesitant at first, like he was waiting for me to stop him. But I didn't. Instead, I leaned in, my hands resting against his chest.

"Say it," he whispered.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "Say what?"

"That you want me as much as I want you."

My breath hitched, and for the first time in my life, I didn't have a witty comeback. "I do," I admitted softly. "I always have."

That was all he needed. He crashed his lips onto mine, the kiss deep and urgent, months—years—of tension finally breaking. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as my fingers tangled in his hair. The world faded away, the only thing that existed was him.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against mine. "I guess we can stop pretending now."

I smiled. "Guess so."

Aonung grinned before stealing another quick kiss. "About time."

And just like that, the game we had been playing for years finally had a winner.

Both of us.

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