Successfully I pulled Yuta out of fighting, I looked up at him clearly he was still mad,
"Yuta-"
"Why didn't you stop him"
"Stop him? I did try Yuta"
I rolled my eyes,
"I did tell him to stop"
"Earlier"
"Yuta please I don't want have a very stupid argument"
"I'm not arguing I'm asking you a question"
"Yuta just stop"
I walked to the car with him following behind me. The car ride was very quiet and tense, the only sound was coming from the a/c, I rested my head on the window as Yuta continues driving. When we arrived home everything was still tense and quiet. Yuta stormed into our bedroom while I was taking off my jewelry. A couple minutes later I went inside our bedroom finding Yuta looking through the dresser, looking at his expression he still looked mad, I walked up to him and grabbed his arm,
"Yuta..can we talk?"
At stared at him for a while before he nodded and looked at me with a more softer look on his face,
"You don't need to be mad, it was just an accident"
I said looking up at him my hands gently grabbing his,
"I've should've said something, but I was waiting for you to stop him but you came too late...I'm sorry"
"No..."
Yuta looked away from me, we stayed quiet for a while, to be honest, I was scared what if he got really mad and leaves me,
"I'm sorry, for getting mad it's just...this all new to me and I got too mad and I let it out on you which I shouldn't have, so..I'm sorry"
He looked at me, his expression was back to normal, and then again there was silence, an awkward silence. He went back to what he was doing and I went to get ready for bed.
Yuta groaned as he shifted around the bed, he finally found his spot looking straight at me, the light from the bright sun hitting my skin making my features stand out, his eyes traveled all over my complexion.
"gosh you're so beautiful"
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Touch//Yuta Nakamoto
FanfictionWhere a girl is desperately yearning for the of this one specific guy. Is he going through the same? Who knows This book contains mature content please take caution and read at your own risk.