Wholesome Drabbles (slight spoilers if you haven't played the beta)

“God, I love you.”

Those stupid four words have been plaguing me since I switched my monitor off. He said that, right? He really typed it? I want to be certain, but Micah was quick to delete the message that I couldn’t be confident with what I saw. The log between us was also conveniently erased when I checked it, and the culprit of these restless emotions has been adamant in ignoring my prodding since then. It’s been nothing short of fucking frustrating as I drew up a mental screenshot of our online conversation— debating whether it was just my own mind making up the words I wanted to see, or the lit up display finally giving me the feelings Micah hides under his teases.

“For fuck’s sakes…” I whisper in the dark of my room, my fists balling the blanket beneath me.

The message had to be real… It had to be, otherwise, why would he apologize before signing off?

Did he regret saying it?

I wince at the thought.

No, Micah is an idiot, but he’s not a liar or a manipulator. Even if I’ve only known him for less than two days, that is a fact I can die defending. He wouldn’t dare say anything so misleading just for fun.

Isn’t everything he says to you for fun though?

Another wince escapes me.

Since day one, the atmosphere between us has been light-hearted and flirtatious— never quite crossing the border over serious because of Micah’s tendency to retreat. And at first, I was content at staring at that horizon, at peace with this odd rivalry towards someone I only wanted to best. But ever since I’ve noticed this weight in my chest, the fondness on my lips, and the eagerness in my voice I’ve wanted nothing more than to know if he felt the same.

I heave an aggravated sigh before flipping on my mattress. “You’ve known him for two fucking days, you idiot.” Two days— it only took two days for Micah to flip my entire world with his adorable face and charming wit. I thought I knew better than to fall so fast, yet here I was wishing he'd be there to catch me…

“FUCK IT!” My shouts bounce off the walls as I roll to my left then to my right. If Micah Yujin is set on skirting around what’s clearly requited feelings then it’s up to me to drag it out of him. Next time… The next time we talk— I’m taking my answers.

The next day, the moment it’s 11:11 P.M., I hit send on the message I’ve drafted countless of times. A single word with far too many y’s is pushed onto the chat box. My text had barely been up for there for a second before I’m greeted back with an overly energetic hi. He’s online.

I fight back the smile threatening to take over my face as I punch in an even longer hello.

“We gonna make talking an everyday thing now?”

I hope so. “Not sure why you’re acting like you don’t stare at your screen all day, waiting for my text.”

“Hey, I have to play it cool sometimes, alright.”

“You never have to play it cool with me.”

My fingers hover over the keyboard after I tapped on the enter key. I didn’t mean for it to sound so inviting— the last thing I need now is for Micah to take me as desperate, begging for his affection whenever and wherever when I don’t even know if there is genuine affection to be given.

Luckily for me, he doesn’t even hesitate as his response comes flying in. “So you like it when I annoy you?”

“Shut up.”

As always, Micah is quick to jump into his taunts and I laugh at the way my screen floods with the words ‘you likeeeee meeee’. “You have no goddamn clue…” I whisper with a quirk of my lip as I pointedly tell him he’s stupid in the chat.

His energy is infectious when our banter escalates. Every single whine of his is reciprocated with a tease of mine, and when I start flailing on a reply Micah is there with humorous provocation. It’s like he knows just what to say to incite my heart to flutter, and I could barely even see the screen as he wrenches laugh after laugh from me with his shitty jokes. It’s dangerous, what I’m feeling— especially when my stomach flips the moment I notice he’s waiting for me to FaceTime him, and it takes everything in me to not smash the button to call him. He doesn’t even know how badly I want to see him.

“Evening, Angel.”

Immediately, a smile rises to my face at the sight of him. Micah’s leg is propped up as always on his seat, jacket loose on his dark shoulders, and the cockiest of smirks playing on his lips.

I want to punch him, hard, with my face. Fuck.

“And? Will the fine maiden entertain me and join in my jests?” I don’t miss the mischievous lilt in his voice and the way it leaves a trail of vermillion down my neck.

Miraculously, my voice is level when I speak. “I’m not playing with you, Micah.”

If it was possible, his smirk grew. “Thy leaveth me no choice.” With a single click, Micah drops copious amounts of photos of him donned in a hot dog costume all over my screen. He calls it a virus. I see it as a dorky gift, and I almost forget to look mad as I take to memory the most beautiful smile I have ever seen when he laughs at his prank.

“Learned thy lesson?” He’s breathless as he wipes a tear from his eye. The look on his face squeezes my heart with a happiness I know no one else could draw from me.