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#37

Request: me

Word count: 1346

Prompt: N/a

Universe: series

Age: 22

Status: fiancée / fiancé

Note/Warning: claustrophobia mentions. I wrote this so long ago and now I decided to post it. Mild language!!

"You're not getting out of there until you guys made up!"

Nya exclaimed, slamming the door in our faces. I huffed in annoyance as I turned away from Jay. We were both sitting on the ground, not making contact. I loved him to death but he was annoying as fuck. We broke up two weeks ago and we had been at each other throats ever since. The team got fed up by our nagging so Nya decided to leave us in a room...alone.
Joy.
Jay on the other hand had been following me and annoying me like a lovesick puppy. It was getting on my fucking nerves. Didn't he get the message? I was so pissed at Nya for leaving him with me inside of a small walk in closet. I didn't want to look at him, I still had some kind of compassion for him that I hated. The main reason of our breakup was because he couldn't —more like wouldn't— find time for me. I know that sounds selfish, but everyone wants attention and feel loved. What I felt, was me being put to the side every single second of my life. The only time he would find time was at night; midnight specifically. I couldn't sleep without him, so I had to wait for him to get to bed.

He would always promise that he would find time for me the next day, most of that time was being taken up by video games. He played constantly and I stopped asking him if he wanted to do something or go out. He would have the same lame ass excuses like 'I need to beat Cole's high score,' or 'just one more game.' That 'one more game' turned into twenty-three more games. Was it too much the ask to go out on one date at least once a week? All I wanted was for my fiancé —yes, fiancé— to love me like he would. Maybe a cuddle perhaps. Or a kiss out of no where. Or a hug from behind.
I didn't want gifts. I didn't need them. I just wanted affection.
The only affection he gave was to everything else but me.

Now that we split, he finally wanted to do all of those things. He dropped gaming and everything else for me.
Did I appreciate it? Yes.
Was it the wrong time? Yes.
Was he a bitch for ignoring me? Fuck yeah.
The saying 'you don't know what you have until it's gone' really hit a nerve. 
That didn't mean he wasn't putting up a fight. He defended himself and always brought up the topic. When we were eating, casually sitting in the living room and in bed. Sadly, we still had to share a room because no one else was willing to share.
Weren't they peaches?
He kept on saying how he did spend time with me?
Ha, in your imagination. I didn't even remember our conversations besides our fights. I didn't remember saying more than twelve words to him. He really thought he was being a kind, caring and affectionate fiancé. He should really get his brain checked, because he wasn't.

"So, uh- hehe. Aren't they annoying?" Jay broke the silence. My soft side didn't want to leave him unanswered, so I hummed in agreement, him knowing that I was listening to him.
"I hate them." I hummed again. Something there and then was bothering me. Something was telling me to remember something, but I couldn't remember. It had something to do with Jay —obviously— but nothing came up.
"I hate this closet," he said, tapping the floor with his fingers.
Then it clicked.
Shit.
I turned around as quickly as I could and saw him beet red, breathing heavily and sweat dripping. I forgot that he was claustrophobic.
He never really told the others about it. Every time people were up in his space, he would tell them to back away due to him being so 'fabulous' (ha, dork). In reality he felt like he was suffocating and oxygen wouldn't go in his body. Almost resulting in a panic attack.
The only way he would feel comforted was me holding him in an embrace. I didn't want to do it. But I had to. I couldn't just let him suffer.
What about-
Fuck it.
I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around him. My stomach flipped a million times, forgetting that I still loved him and that the effects he had on me since we first met four years ago when we were eighteen.

"Shut the fuck up."

"I- I wasn't going to say anything," he stuttered, calmly trying to convince me.

"We both know you were going to boast about me hugging you," I rolled my eyes, not believing a word he was saying. He gave a nervous chuckle, not daring to look at me.

"Heh, at least we're not fighting," he shrugged sheepishly. The thought made me smile, but sad at the same time. He wouldn't have to say that if we didn't fight in the first place. Fighting was all we could ever do at the moment and that hurt. It hurt to know that fighting was the only thing we did. I didn't want to fight him. He was my love and me fighting him was something I hated.
"Thank you," he sighed in delight.

"Anytime." I meant what I said. Whatever that was happening between us wouldn't change of how I cared for him.

"No, really. I was being such an ass to you and here you are, helping me cope with my phobia. I don't deserve you. All I did was push you away. You deserve better than that," tears fell like rivers. Man, this guy got so emotional easily it made me want to sob as well. This was literally one of the reasons why I was so soft for him.
Why do I have to fall in an abyss called love? I just kept falling everyday, I couldn't see where I was going but I just fell faster each day.

"Don't cry," I whined, wiping his tears with my hand. I straddled him and hugged the life out of him. I loved this man so much my heart was going to explode. Why did I fall in love with such an adorable goofball?
"If- If you're gone. Who's going to hug me at night and say comforting words when I feel like shit? Who is going to go to Mega Monster Amusement Park with me since everyone grew out of it? Who is going to dance in the rain with me? Eat cotton candy? Laugh? Cuddle?" I asked, whimpering, slowly crying in the crook of his neck.
"Who am I going to marry? Because when I said that you were my last boyfriend, I meant it." All I heard him was inhaling deeply.
"I need you more than you need me," I admitted.

"Fuck it," he said, grabbing my shoulders and then pulling my face to his. Our lips touched and passion filled in me. Then and there, I forgot all of problems, our fights. Electricity shocked through my waist, sending pleasure all over me.
What a fucking tease.
Before I could die of homicide (Jay was about to kill me with his charms), we parted. He rested his forehead on mine, my face in his hands. Salty water dropped down his cheeks once more.
"I can't believe I almost lost you because of my ignorance," he self-pitied.

"Just remember that I love you," pecking him once more. 

"And that is what I call a sappy love story!" Kai yelled, opening the door, scaring the shit out of us.
Out of all the times he could ruin a moment, it had to be this one.

"That was so cute," Nya put her hands together, looking at us dreamily.
She wasn't being creepy at all.

"At least they'll stop fighting, they were getting on my nerves," Cole rolled his eyes. He then smiled,
"at least they're happy."