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This is for the lovely Ruki & Coby

» [ BTS - your eyes tell ] «

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There was this comforting feeling, the rain brought along.

The pattering of the rain against the window sill, reaching your ears.

The unique earthy scent lingering in the air, filling your nostrils.

The cool air making it's way inside the apartment and gently stroking your exposed skin, leaving patterns of goosebumps.

It felt as if there was one more blanket hugging your entire figure. A blanket which was made to comfort you and hide from all those draining thoughts, which lately had been crepping onto your mind.

A blanket which was brought along with the rainy season of the island.

Frowning, in your sleep, at the sudden cold feeling, you turned to lay on your side and hugged the blanket tighter.

Burying your face into the soft, fuzzy material you sighed content. It felt as if you were hugging him.

Even in your deepest sleep, you would still miss and long for him.

It had been long and lonely months, of not being able to see him, touch him, talk to him.

You started to...

...feel longingness, in a more melancholic way.

... feel desire, in a heavier way.

... feel that colours, weren't that vibrant, anymore.

... feel that all the activities you loved to do, weren't that fun, if you hadn't him by your side.

All in all, you missed his warmth, his smile, his laugh, his red cheeks and sparkling eyes.

You missed helping him with his bed hair, his clumsy tries of making breakfast, his stories about the marine and Luffy, his shy kisses and flustered chuckles.

A pout slowly made it's way onto your lips. Your grip around the blanket tightened and your stomach slightly twisted.

This would be one of those nights. You would dream of him coming back home and wake up to an empty apartment, in the morning...

... if not for steps approaching the bedroom and someone clumsily walk into the big dresser in the hallway.

The loud bump, made your frown morph into a scowl.

Silent curses rolled of his tongue, followed with a long sigh. His hand gripped the doorhandle, carefully pushing the door open, to peak inside.

Black orbs gazed over the bedroom, from the open window, to the lamp, to your back facing him.

The way you laid there so peaceful in his oversized shirt and shorts, he thought he lost months ago, made his heart swell. He felt his cheeks heating up and the love he felt for you, being almost unbearable.

Coby wanted to lay down right beside you. Pull you closer to him, hug you tighter, go through your hair and whisper how much he had missed you and how beautiful you were. He wanted to hear about your day and your little complaints about the nosy neighbours.

But no matter how much his body and mind wanted to do so, he couldn't. He just didn't wanted to wake you up from such a peaceful state. You deserved your sleep, especially after you had mentioned your insomniac nights, in your last letter to him.

He almost closed the door again, if not for the light. It would be better if it would be turned off, he thought.

So he made his way towards the bed, step by step, careful not to make any noise.

Before he even could turn the light of, something catched his attention.

It were two pieces of paper and a photography.

One, was his letter, he had send you a week ago and the other was your reply.

He had also send the photography with his letter. It was him with Helmeppo at the Marine Base, smiling brightly and being all sweaty from a workout.

But there was something else added to the photography: a heart right next to him, which obviously was drawn by you.

A flustered chuckle escaped him, till he realised and slapped his hand over his mouth, which caused a louder noise. Cursing in his head, at himself, his eyes gazed over the letter.

Sadness suddenly grabbed him by the throat, your reply letter was stained in teardrops. The last line, with the most tears, made his stomach twist and heart drop:

'I miss you, when will you come back?'

He couldn't describe what he felt at the moment, but it was such an unwell feeling.

Coby bit the innersides of his cheeks, thinking, or was he thinking? His mind went miles, but nothing really stuck as a real thought, till he heard shuffling from behind.

With wide eyes he turned to face you, ready to apologise for waking you up, but to his relief, you were still asleep. You had just switched positions, which caused your blanket to slip a bit down and reveal more of your stomach.

Coby carefully grabbed your second, not so soft, blanket and tucked you carefully in. Only your face was peaking out.

Your pink haired boyfriend would love to giggle, at how adorable you looked right now.

Pouty face. Messy hair. Hugging the blanket so tight, that if it would have been a human being, you would have crushed some bones with that tight grip.

Smiling he wanted to leave to go to the living room, but than he saw a book and a Polaroid, laying on his bedside.

He was sure that you could hurt your eye at the edge, if you moved more in your sleep, so he carefully leaned over, grabbed the book and Polaroid. Also grabbed the two letters and carefully made his way out the bedroom, but not before blowing of the light.

One last glance and the door was closed.

With a sigh he strolled to the living room. Placed everything on the small coffeetable and went to make himself a warm tea in the kitchen.

His thoughts went back to the tears stained letter and how you must have felt the past few months. Probably the same as him, but he had more distraction, thanks to Garp, pirates and Island visits.

With the freshly made green tea, he carefully made his way to the table. Placing the mug on the surface, he sat down and tried to find a comfortable position.

Hitting his leg accidentally at the coffee table, in the process. He winced in pain and begged the mug not to spill any tea on your letter or the polaroid, or your book.

Thankfully nothing happened.

Relieved, he lifted the mug, sipped a bit and grimaced and the bittersweetness, well it tasted more bitter than sweet.

Coughing, he placed it back down and took a mental note, that he wasn't the biggest fan of this green tea sort.

His slender fingers grabbed the letters and his eyes quickly gazed over your words to him. With every sentence his heart swelled and beated faster.

He felt..

... flustered, at your cheesiness.

... embarassed, at the stories you had recalled and decided to re-write for him (especially the memory of you two dancing at the port and him falling into the sea)

... he felt annoyed, at how nosy some neighbours were.

... he felt cared for, at your reminders to take good care of himself and eat well.

... but mostly, he felt missed and loved.

Tears brimmed in his eyes.

Placing the letter down, he grabbed the polaroid.

At first it didn't seemed too special. It seemed like the other photographies you had in your little photo album, but than it struck him.

His eyes widened slightly, covering his mouth, to muffle his gasp. He suddenly felt so giddy at the memory. Coby started to melt, his posture sunk in and he laid his upper body on the table. Arm stretched forward, head placed on top of his biceps and his eyes fixated on the little polaroid and...

... your smiling face.

You were smiling from ear to ear, with your eyes sparkling, as if he had hung the stars for you.

Your cheeks and nose were dusted red, from the biting winter air.

You made a heart sign with your fingers...

...he still remembers how worried he was that you declined wearing gloves, at such a cold weather (atleast he got you to wear a scarf)...

Meanwhile his eyes were watching you, with adoration.

His smile was hidden underneath his scarf, as he buried his face to hide how flustered he was.

His cheeks were almost scarlet red.

Chuckling softly, he pulled the poalroid closer to his face.

He wanted to take every little detail in and if he could, he would love to experience that day all over again. Your first date...

... you were the one who asked him out.

After years of knowing each other, years of stealing shy glances, nervous approaches and embarassing conversations, he found himself standing right infront of you.

The first snow of the year, would gently fall upon your heads.

The biting winter air reddened your faces, but was it the only reason for your flushed cheeks and ears?

His eyes gazed from your trembling lips to your nervous fidgeting fingers.

Even if this situation had seemed so obvious to the surrounding, to him it was like the biggest question mark.

Why would such a beautiful person, with the kindest soul and sparkling eyes stand here infront of him, all nervous with their head hung low?

While he was searching for the missing puzzle piece to connect everything correctly, you were collecting all your courage to blurt your confession out.

The silence between you two started to get awkward, he had wanted to ask if you were alright and than you, accidentally, interrupted him with your confession:

"I like you, please go out with me! Just one date!"

His eyes widened. His mind went blank. His face felt suddenly so warm and his heart started to beat faster, he worried it could break out his ribcage or even worse: you would hear it.

"Wh-What?" His high pitched voice rang through the winter air. Gulping loudly, you looked away. He could see how your mind was starting to make you believe that you had misread all the signs and before you could apologise or say just anything, he beat you to it.

"I- I like you too! I.would.love.to.go.on.a.date.with.you"

He cleared his throat, right after blurting his answer out, realising that his tone must have sounded as if he talked to his supervisor.

Embarassed he looked the other way, squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled 'How stupid he must have sounded' , till your amused chuckles reached his ears.

His head shot back to you and he felt like melting. You looked so happy.

And did you just chuckled, because of him?

'Than... I see you in two days?'

He couldn't believe his ears. His answer was pretty much delayed, as he tried to understand that this all was real and not a hallucination, but after one clap against his back from Helmeppo, he did realised it was real: 'Yes! In two days!"

Gulping audibly, he blinked slowly, nodded shyly and than rumbled to himself 'how this couldn't be real', not noticing you happily sprint back inside your home. And Helmeppo grabbing him by his arm and dragging him back to the ship...

... it was still a mystery to him, at which part of the conversation Helmeppo arrived or if he was there form the beginning. Coby couldn't remember and it would probably remain a mystery forever...

... two day's later, the two of you would calmly walk through the snowy island.

Coby still couldn't fully grasp the situation: was he really walking with you? Was he really on a date with you? You? The beautiful you? The kind you? The 'you' he fell for, the first time he met? And fell more with every glance he stole and every interaction he had?

In the beginning of the date he was still shy, quickly flustered and embarassed, but still a gentleman.

He lend you his arm, so you wouldn't slip and fall.

He made sure nobody would bump into you.

He would pay for your hot beverage and take it out of your hands, the moment he realised that you started to talk, a bit too, animatedly. In worry, you migh sent the entire cup flying.

And than you both passed a big fir tree with many fairy lights. It looked so mesmerising, that you gasped audibly and stopped in track.

Coby almost bumped into a man, as he looked back to see you standing some feet away, sipping your warm tea and admiring the lights.

After quickly apologising to the man, he stepped closer to you and followed your gaze.

'Beautiful, innit?' it was barely a whisper, but it still reached his ears. Humming he looked back at you.

The spark in your eyes seemed to be more vividly, when you looked at something you liked (and no it wasn't just because of the fairy lights, being reflected in your eyes)

He had noticed that long ago and he loved it. He loved seeing you happy, loved seeing your eyes sparkle as if you watched the starry night.

He watched your gaze slowly looking away from the tree to him. Locking eyes, you gave him a shy eyesmile. Which caused his heart step a beat and his inner voice scream 'How cute'.

The moment you opened your eyes, he felt as if time stopped and every, oh so little, missing detail finally connected all together.

It hit him like lightning.

This was the moment he realised that it wasn't just some crush or curiosity or whatever excuse his mind had come up with in the past few years.

No, it was more. He was in love with you. And he also saw in your eyes how much in love you were with him.

Suddenly he felt a light tug, making him snap back to reality and look at you. Your face beamed in joy as you asked him to take a photo with you...

... humming he closed his eyes.

He felt conflicted.

The memory made him feel all giddy and warm on the inside, but at the same time he felt unwell at the thought of how rare you both saw each other and how draining it was for you.

His smile was about to turn upside down, but instead his entire expression morphed to a shocked and surprised one.

Your raspy voice suddenly ranged through the silence of the living room. Startled he straightened up and his head snapped towards the doorframe.

Confused black orbs met your shocked ones.

The drowsiness vanished completely, as you fully realised that your beloved boyfriend finally came back home and that this time you hadn't just dreamed about him. No, this time you woke up to him being back home.

Happy tears wallowed in your eyes as you made your way quickly towards him. Without stopping you fell on your knees and into his arms, causing you two to fall backwards.

A high pitched yelp escaped him, as he accidentally kicked the table over, with his legs. The letters, polaroid book and mug fell all over, causing a mess.

Sobbing you hugged him tight, whispering how much you had missed him and how much you had to tell him, but most important you wanted to hear his stories and just hug him.

Lifting your head, to meet his eyes, you hadn't fully realised that you were laying on top of him.

Your arms let go, to cup his face and squeeze his cheeks. Flustered, incoherent mumbles left his lips, as yours were already peppering his entire face.

With each kiss you felt his skin heat up, making you chuckle at how adorable your boyfriend was.

Coby felt his heart combust at the sudden affection.

"Waiting was worth it!" you whispered as you leaned a bit away from his face, with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, which told him how overjoyed you were to see the love of your life again. To feel him, kiss him, talk to him.

Squeezing his cheeks once again, you chuckled amused. "I'm so happy right now" you leaned back in, but this time kissing his lips.

It was tender, filled with your entire love kiss.

Even though, his mind felt now dizzy from all the kissing, he still could made a mental note:

1. That green tea sort was too bitter

2. Trying to find a compromise, to visit you more often or a solution in form of a puppy to make you feel less lonely