୨ 𝑩 B G S T E P P A

YOU STARE at him for a moment. the silence between you feels louder than the bass thumping through his phone. softly, you spoke up. "are you ever gonna act like you like me in real life, or only when i’m not around?" you say.

he barely glances up. "here you go wit this shit again." it came out low. "no, i’m serious bae. you don’t kiss me, you don’t hug me. you don’t hold my hand outside. it’s like i’m with a wall."

his tone was calm, but sharp. "i'm here, ain’t i'm? ion gotta be touchin' you twenty fo' seven to show i give a fuck." his accent was heavy. he always flips it like you’re asking too much, when all you want is something simple.

@ 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐘