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8:54 PM

xiao.

“you’re pretty,” xiao drowsily murmurs, warm breaths tickling the crook of your neck. “have i ever mentioned that?”

“about twenty times tonight, yeah.” you giggle, poking his reddened cheek. “it’s ‘cause you’re drunk, love.”

“no, it’s ‘cause it’s true.” he huffs childishly, and your heart flutters at the innocent sight of it. though it wasn’t always characteristic of xiao to become so vulnerable, him being tipsy somehow spoke a different story. it was like he was everything he restrained himself to be during a sober state.

“maybe i don’t say it often, ‘s why you won’t believe it.” he slurs in disappointment.

“oh you say it a lot, alright.” you smile, feeling him shift his head on your shoulder, as your fingers playfully fumble against his.

“i like it when you smile,” he hums, lazily tracing patterns on the skin of your hand. “how else can i make you happier?”

“you already know how to make me happy, xiao.”

“sometimes i still feel like i don’t.” golden amber eyes raise to yours. “everything makes you happy.”

you’re about to interrupt your boyfriend with what he was talking about, until he suddenly thrusts out his fingers in a daze, ticking the words off. “i’ve tried everything, haven’t i? gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service—”

“pfft,” you stifle your laughter with pressed lips, fighting a grin on your mouth when xiao glares at you for interrupting him. “what, are you researching things now? i thought you were the one who said google wasn’t reliable.”

he sighs heavily, shaking his head at your accusation. “i want to know how to make you happier.”

your heart flutters at his honest words. “you know,” you repeat quietly, cupping his face in your hands. “more than anyone.”

he stares at you, contemplative and silent for a moment…before a smirk slowly crosses his flushed face, and you feel his muscled arms wrap around your waist as his nose bumps tenderly against yours. his breath reeks of alcohol and intoxication, but strangely you feel slightly more attracted to him because of it.

“like this, huh?” he mumbles against your lips, painfully aware of the effect he had on you.

“mhm,” you nod lightly. “and being here with you.”

“so that’s your love language.” he murmurs in a low breath, before pressing a series of warm and wet kisses on your mouth. you gently tilt your head to meet his lips better, and a husky sound rumbles from his throat at the mild gesture, cradling you closer towards his chest.

“‘m i speaking it better now?” xiao asks when you’ve both eventually parted for air, leaning against each other’s foreheads with red faces.

“yeah,” you grin, peeking at his bruised lips and kissing him all over again.

“you can talk your shit all night.”