you were currently talking to your friends, all of you eagerly not paying attention to anything else, especially since the holiday was just over, so of course you had to spill all the tea- unfortunately you had broken your arm, having to wear a cast, keeping your arm supported up so you don’t injure it further.

malachi caught your figure from behind, his eyes already tailing over your figure, god you looked good…he smiled like a Cheshire Cat, moving over casually.

you spoke up, adding to the convo “I had the same feeling when-“

though you were cut off, by a bump from behind, hands moving to hold your waist as the person gained balance and held you to prevent your arm from getting hurt.

it. Was. Malachi. Gosh you hated him and needed him, all the damn time. He smirked looking down at you, that fucking smile was nothing but innocent.

he spoke, the words gliding out like a smooth melody “aww …I’m so sorry sweetheart~ look at you, your arms all hurt..-“ he cooed, kissing your cheek.

of course he did it to piss you off, but what he hadn’t known was that you were on pain meds…strong ones, making you all sleepy and cuddly, no matter who the person was. You wandered off mindlessly, your sense of danger gone from the numbness