whirlwind: diyue ficlets

home

dylan got in his car. and after a long moment of silence answered his manager's question of where to go. from the rearview mirror he could see his manager raising his eyebrows upon hearing the address. but if the man had an opinion, he kept it to himself. the car started to move and dylan closed his eyes. it had been a long day. a long week. a long year. when did life get this hard. life isn't supposed to be this hard.
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he stared at the door. funny how this was the only place he had wanted to go to but now that he's here, he's completely beside himself with uncertainty. and fear. it's 3.25am. she must be sleeping. he shouldnt be here. but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. so he just stood there. and stared.

he took a deep breath and looked at his watch, a gift from her. a richard mille that came with an inscription: "my heart, it is yours. always" . it's 3.57am. he had to decide soon.

slowly, he punched the passkey into the door. the door beeped and his breath hitched. he was fully expecting the door to stay locked, but it opened. she's kept it the same. okay, now what?

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quietly he opened the door to her bedroom. their bedroom. there she was lying on her side, facing the window like he remembered. her whole body was curled into a bolster, all four limbs wrapped around it. his lips quirked. she had always loved cuddling with that thing more than she did with him.

should he wake her? should he close the door and leave? sleep on the couch and wait for her to wake up? ...

the sound of his heart thundered in his ears. he didnt expect the sight of her to be this beautiful.
BY GOD SHE'S GORGEOUS.
and so he just stood there and stared. again. he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight.

oh fuck this. the want to be closer to her is physically hurting him so he gave in. he moved towards the bed as he removed his sweater and started unbuttoning his shirt. his black skinny denims were next. then he slid under the covers in the space behind her.

his hands reached for her before he even realized he was doing it. he just couldn't help himself. his arm snaked around her waist and he buried his face at the crook of her neck.

he felt her stir and his heart slammed to a stop. he held his breath.
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yue felt breathing on her neck and opened her eyes. someone is spooning her. she smiled and turned her head a little. her hand went to cup the person's cheek. "you're home? what time is it?"
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dylan let out the breath he'd been holding and tightened his hold on her. he burrowed his face even deeper on her neck, inhaling that soul-soothing scent he had missed so much. "yes, i'm home. i'm so fucking home."

finally, life is gonna be a little easier.

(6 October 2018)
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author's note:

when i posted this one on twitter, i asked people to tell me what they think had happened to dd & yy. where has be been? i loved reading what people had come up with back then. so now i'm asking you too. if you dont mind sharing it, please leave a comment of your interpretation of what had happened and what will happen :))