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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[weaseled]

That's nice.

What are you going to do if I don't tell you?

[Yuui truly isn't mad enough. Let him help with that.]

[fluorite]

[ There are a lot of things he could say or do. He could leave this message on read and pretend he never saw it, he could respond in anger, he could pick up the phone and call and give him a good scolding.

However, Yuui decides not to do any of that. ]

why wouldn't you tell me?

[weaseled]

[Damn it, Fai. You're supposed to get angry. Justifiably angry. This is not how this conversation was supposed to go.]

Come on. Don't get upset.

[fluorite]

you can't actively provoke me and then tell me not to get upset

[ He sees right through you, buddy. ]

[weaseled]

You'd be better off if you quit while you're ahead.

You don't need to know everything, Yuui. Get off my ass.

[fluorite]

isn't that the point of a relationship?

[weaseled]

Sure. So is knowing when to back off.

[fluorite]

[ Read: ✔️

If Yael sends Yuui another text that day, he does not get a response.

He doesn't get a good morning text the next day either. ]

[weaseled]

[he got what he asked for and it FUCKING SUCKS,

On Day Whatever of Yuui ignoring his texts and calls, a series of heavy knocks falls on his front door. Open up, your asshole boyfriend finally wants to talk.]

[fluorite]

[ He knows immediately that those knocks belong to Yael, the weight of them easily identifiable to him. It takes him a little while to finally make his way over to the door, where he still stands and contemplates answering it.

Anger simmers low in the pit of his stomach, and he has to take a deep breath before finally opening the door. ]

What?

[weaseled]

[...And there's Yuui, rightfully angry. This is what Yael wanted, right?

He swallows around a leaden throat. In his hands is a bundle of red roses, but he doesn't insist that Yuui take them. They're for him, of course, but Yael has forced him enough as it is.]

Sorry. I know you were only trying to help.

[Every word feels awkward on his tongue. He sincerely doubts Yuui cares to hear any of them.]

[fluorite]

[ He's mad. He's furious. Yuui feels hot with fury just barely under his skin, threatening to come out.

Yet, seeing those roses in Yael's hand and the apology on his lips gives him pause, his heart aching painfully, still raw from their conversation a couple of days before.

Words feel inadequate and no real, concrete thoughts come to the forefront of his mind for long enough for Yuui to voice them. So, he does all he really can do and rushes forward to wrap his arms around Yael's middle. ]

[weaseled]

[That's more like it. Yael doesn't deserve this hug, but since when has this greedy bastard denied himself the things he wants? Since he started arguing with Fai and hurting them both, for starters, but he came here to make amends. Dreadful as he is, he isn't cruel enough to carry on hurting this man.

He cares for him, after all.

His arms wrap around Fai and his lips settle against his temple, one puzzle piece neatly slotting into the other. His voice is a murmur in his ear.]

You're too forgiving, Yuui. I was expecting you to slug me in the face.

[fluorite]

And ruin your attractive face? Never.

[ With an exhale, Yuui presses more into the embrace. He’s sad, he’s hurt, he’s upset and his heart still aches when he thinks about that conversation.

But he doesn’t want to let go either. ]

Don’t expect us to have sex until you’ve made it up to me, though.

[weaseled]

[Yael chuffs, nosing into the soft hair's that wisp along the base of Fai's neck.]

I didn't come here for make-up sex. You really think I'd be that callous?

[Well................... don't answer that.]

[fluorite]

Well, not in this regard.

[ But he likes callous men, so it's not as if this is an insult anyway. ]

I know you're a sensitive man at heart.

[ With that, Yuui pulls away so Yael can actually come inside. He makes a beeline for the kitchen, opening up various cabinets so he can find the one vase he has stored away. ]

[weaseled]

Your bad taste speaks for itself.

[The sex is bomb, sure, but Yuui could do better for himself. Find another big, callous man with muscles strong enough to lift all that heavy baggage.

Following Fai inside, Yael carefully sets the bouquet down on the kitchen counter.]

Ah. You're probably busy today, right?

[He asks, somewhat awkwardly. This was definitely a last minute visit, but Yael is dressed a little nicer than usual in a blazer and slacks. That's not a coincidence.]

[fluorite]

[ He finally finds that vase and sets it on the counter, shooting a smile at Yael as he walks over to grab the bouquet. ]

I was going to devote today to studying, but I think I can squeeze you in.

[ Unwrapping the bouquet, Yuui sets it back down so he can grab some scissors and cut off part of the stems. Yael went through the trouble of buying these for him, so he needs them to look presentable. ]

After all, you put yourself through the trouble of dressing up.

[weaseled]

[Were roses a good choice for Yuui? It seems so, but he'll have the take the guy to a florist's at some point and let him pick out his own arrangement. They are almost boyfriends, after all... which wraps nicely back around to the other reason why he's here and why he's dressed up.]

How kind of you to notice. How about a date?

[A proper date. One he can conclude with a very important question.]

[fluorite]

[ Yuui looks up from the vase (now filled up partway with water) and back up at Yael. ]

Ah, so we're not calling it "hanging out" anymore?

[ He laughs, his heart beating a little bit faster in his chest. ]

I'd love to.

[weaseled]

[A snort, a smile that screams I know, I know. I'm an idiot. Yael shakes his head.]

They'll all be dates from now on. Go get dressed.

[fluorite]

[ After fluffing up his flowers, Yuui is about to go run over to his closet, but... ]

Why don't you pick something out for me?

[ He gestures to his closet. ]

Don't be shy.

[weaseled]

Seriously?

[You trust him to dress you, Yuui? Yael squints hard at him, trying to determine how serious he is.]

I don't know how to dress a guy like you.

[Whatever that means. With a huff of resignation, Yael steps over to his closet and starts rummaging around. What kind of clothing will he find?]

[fluorite]

Think about what you want to see me in. It's that easy.

[ But if Yael picks a shitty outfit, Yuui will change into something else.

As for his closet, he'll find crop tops, jeans, sweatpants, sweaters, tank tops, colorful t-shirts, plain button-ups... the world (Yuui's body) is Yael's oyster. ]

[weaseled]

[But would he fuck an oyster...? Something to think about.

Yael isn't particularly daring when it comes to his fashion choices, so he opts for a pair of dark grey slacks and a breezy blue sweater. He chucks them at Yuui over his shoulder.]

Anything else? Want me to go rifling through your drawers and picking out your underwear too?

[/s /s /s. Unless.]