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𝓓inner was still happening on the other side of the house — pans clanking, your mom calling someone by their full name, cutlery tapping against plates. that domestic noise that seemed to fill the entire place… except that room.

your parents’ bedroom was always colder than the rest of the house. the old air conditioner hummed endlessly, and the heavy curtains let the hallway light slip in only through thin golden lines across the floor.

you were sitting at the edge of the bed, laptop resting on your legs, scrolling through the catalog for the third time.

he was behind you.

not very close. yet.

thanos had that strange patience — not exactly calm, more like someone who knew exactly when to move closer without being noticed. leaning against your parents’ pillows, watching you decide between romantic comedy, thriller, or something neither of you really wanted to watch.

— “this one” — you murmured — “looks good.”

silence.

you frowned and turned your head slightly.

he moved closer without you realizing. now sitting right behind you, his knee lightly touching the side of your leg under the oversized hoodie — his hoodie — you were still wearing.

— “you didn’t even see what it is” — you said.

— “doesn’t matter.”

the voice came low, almost lazy.

you looked back at the screen, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck.

— “then why did we come to pick a movie?”

— “was your idea.”

pause.

— “i came to stay close.”

the cursor blinked. you didn’t click anything.

he shifted a little, slowly. the fabric of the hoodie slid on your shoulders when his hand rested there.

nothing much.

just weight.

you swallowed. — they’re literally right outside.

— “i know.”

his fingers brushed along your arm, absentminded enough to not be innocent. they reached the curve of your shoulder and stayed there, like he was memorizing the texture.

— “just choose already” — you muttered, with no conviction at all.

he leaned in.

first you felt the air change near your skin. then his nose touched your neck.

not a kiss. not yet.

you closed the laptop without noticing.

— “choi…”

— “hm.”

— “stop.”

but you didn’t move away.

he waited a full second before speaking again.

— “you’re so gorgeous today, babe.”

you turned your face slightly, trying to keep some logic.

— “my mom's literally cutting onions on the other side.”

— “then talk quieter.”

the first kiss was short. sideways. too close to your ear to ignore — too far to be serious.

another kiss. this time firmer.

your hand pressed against his chest — not pushing. holding.

— “i'll beat your ass, i swear to god.”

— “oh, do it, love.”

he watched your face for a moment, that steady gaze that always seemed to see more than you said.

footsteps outside. a drawer opening. you finally leaned back half a step, heart racing.

— “see?” — you whispered — “you're fucking crazy”

he rested his forehead against yours, unhurried — “i'll be quick baby, i promise..”