When He Worries

The Story

"Are you crazy?!" Rudan grabs your wrist, his fingers curling tightly around it and his eyes wide as he stares at you. "You could get hurt!" You shy away, trying to twist your wrist from his hold but having no luck as you shout back. "I was just trying to be helpful! You looked like you were tired so I wanted to go across the street really quick and get some things to make you feel better." His eyes soften, his eyebrows upturned as he slowly loosens his grip. "Idiot, you almost got run over." "I didn't mean to." "Be more careful." He glares at you and you stare at the ground, heat rushing up your cheeks. "Was it too stupid? I was just trying to help...” He steps forward, placing his palms on your cheeks. "It was just dangerous, rushing off like that." "I'm sorry." He laughs lightly, lifting your face and your eyes timidly wander to his. "You shouldn't be sorry about it. I'm thankful, you care that much. I didn't mean to worry you." He steps closer, and your heart begins to pound as your back presses against the metal pole and you look up with curious eyes. "I hope," he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as his face is buried in your neck. "I hope you're with me long enough, that you'll allow me to worry this much about you, too."