pangi lets out another sigh as he watches you - you were pacing again on call. that could only mean two things, you either were on a call with your parents again or your mental health was getting worse. you'd been living with him for a while now, leaving your whole life to move with him to the netherlands.

but, you had gotten up around the middle of it. when the main female lead was fighting with the second lead, how their english was broken and how the plot barely made any sense. he was chuckling at the stupidness before he turned to look at you. you were in the kitchen - trying to act as if your mother wasn't screaming about something stupid again. about something that wasn't your fault, that was out of your control.

... and things were going out of control in lifesteal as well. he wasn't partner with you this season because he wanted to go with the new players to help them get better and understand how lifesteal worked... but, he knows that your team was falling apart at the seams. it wasn't normal, but tensions were higher then ever. people were being so mean for stupid reasons. but that was lifesteal - everyone was petty and looking for a reason.

his hand found the remote, clicking the pause button in the middle of the remote as he moved up. he sat up then stood up. pangi stretched up his bad as he looked at you. you looked close to tears and pangi hated that.

he moved quietly, not trying to break off the call. the dutch man wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing carefully to not pull you away from the call - that's not what he was doing - just to tell you that he was here. he was here and he wasn't leaving.

the straight haired man nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, planting gentle kisses on it. he smiled slightly as your voice grew calmer. quiet - more controlled. he'd like to think that's a good thing...? hopefully??? his arms shifted slightly, moving down to your hips, giving them a knowing squeeze.

he closed his eyes as he just stood there, basking in your warmth for a moment longer. he opened his eyes as he noticed the lack of talking now. your phone was sat on the kitchen counter top, face down was not a good sign. his eyes traced to the phone... staring at your phone case, the polaroid picture was of both of you. it was a silly one, but a memory he remembered sweetly.

it was the first day you had came to visit him, he took you to the leiden street market, he tugged you around the area, pulled you to try dutch patat which were just thick frys... but, he got you hooked to them! the picture was a frame of that. you were smiling so wide - so bright, had sauce all over you too... pangi had sauce on himself as well but, he liked focusing on your pretty face.

" ... hey. how'd it go? "

he murmured, lifting his face out of your neck to look up at you. his arms hugged a bit tighter, his shirt was pressed up against your back. the jersey that wasn't actually any team really.