You're up and ready at 8 in the morning, which is highly unusual considering you don't have school today.

You normally dread Mondays, waking up with a pit in your stomach and a steady-brewing migraine.

But not today.

You've already showered, done your hair and makeup and changed into your outfit before your father wakes up to leave for work, and you wait around in your living room, restless.

You'd texted Nagi the second you'd woken up, but there's still no response. He's got to be asleep.

Which is understandable; after all, it's his first day of freedom from his football prison, and anyone would leap at the chance to have a lie-in.

And you're happy for him, sure- but still. You need to see him.

And what's stopping you?

You slip on your shoes: you've gone dainty and elegant for today's look, and so you're opting for a pair of closed-toe heels with a bow on them, to help bring out your feminine side.

You're just hoping today won't include a lot of walking- which it shouldn't, if things go to plan- because you can already feel the blisters you're going to get from it.

Beauty is pain, and for Nagi, you'll endure it.

You hop onto the nearest bus; Nagi's apartment is nothing but 15 minutes away, and you're at his apartment building in no time.

He lives in flat 17- you know this because he'd told you, and you remember because it shares the same name with that one K-pop band Reo likes.

You buzz his apartment once, twice, three times- and there's still no answer.

Damn Nagi and his heavy sleeping habits.

You buzz again desperately; he won't pick up his calls either, and at this point, you really might just spend the next few hours waiting for him to let you in.

"You know, you can buzz all you like but the door won't open unless I'm actually home to open it."

Nagi's voice from behind startles you, and you practically jump out of your skin.

You turn, seeing your boyfriend standing there, scratching the back of his head. He's clad in a big light grey sweater and dark grey cotton pants, a shopping bag in his left hand.

"Nagi!" You all but shriek, dashing towards him (as fast as your heels will allow) and wrapping your arms around him for a hug.

At least, that was what you had intended, but he's dropped his bag and lifted you up in his arms, and your hands end up wrapping around his head instead, pressing his face into your chest.

Your entire face flushes red and you release him immediately.

"I'm- so sorry," You stammer, stroking his hair and avoiding eye contact. "That was... a complete accident."

"It's fine," Judging by his voice, you can tell he's smiling. "Kinda enjoyed it, actually."

"Shut up!" You lightly slap his head, but you can't stay mad at him for long. "You did that on purpose."

"And maybe I did," He nuzzles his head into your neck, voice vibrating against your skin. "So what?"

"Why didn't you pick up your phone?" You ask, enjoying the physical contact- you decide to let him indulge himself, not willing to tear away from him just yet.

"Left it in my room somewhere."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you did."

You can feel his eyelashes brushing against the skin of your neck and he closes them, arms tightening around you.

You peer down curiously into his shopping bag; he's bought a five-pack of instant ramen, and you wince, knowing he's crushed some of it when he'd dropped the bag.

He presses a light kiss into the column of your neck, and you freeze up. He pecks you again, and then again, and now you're squirming in his arms, pushing his face away with burning cheeks.

"Hey," He whines, grabbing your wrists, pouting slightly. "Don't be like that."

"You don't be like that!" If your voice is a few octaves too high, and your face a few shades too red, he pretends not to notice, like a good boyfriend. "It- it tickles! And we're outside! We should go inside!"

He sighs, but does as he told, albeit sulkily. He leads you into the apartment building, picking up his bad and holding your hand with his other all the way, like he's scared you'll fade away if he lets go.

He opens his door, leading you in- you've never been to his house before (he only ever really came round to yours, claiming that yours felt more like a 'home') and so you're incredibly excited, and you peer around, taking it all in and-

It's... surprisingly clean.

It feels like it's uninhabited- which you suppose, it has been, for the past few months, but still. It's uncanny.

There's not a single colour in his apartment apart from white, brown or grey, not a single picture hanging on the walls or even a single decorative ornament.

You take your shoes off, placing them neatly along the shoe rack. As you're doing so, you realise there aren't any shoes other than Nagi's himself, there shoe racking only hosting various pairs of trainers, with the exception of your heels and Nagi's school shoes (which he'd always complained were too uncomfortable.)

You'd known Nagi had been living alone, in his own apartment his parents had bought him, but...

His apartment feels so empty, so devoid of life, that it makes you kind of sad.

And he must be able to tell, because when you stand up straight again, he's frowning slightly at you.

"What's wrong?" He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into a lazy bear hug. He's dropped his ramen on the floor again, and now you know it's really broken up.

"Nothing," You say dismissively, shrugging and returning his hug, turning your face into his chest so you can hear his slow, steady heartbeat. "Nothing's wrong, Nagi."

"I can tell something's bothering you," He refutes your feeble excuse softly, fingers idly stroking through the strands of your hair. "I know you better than you think."

"I know," You sigh, and you'd evidently to just tell him. "It's just..."

I feel bad that you live by yourself. I feel bad that I've never thought to drop in before and lighten this place up. I feel bad that you aren't close with your parents.

I feel bad that you've been alone.

But there's no way you could say all that out loud. You don't think he'd get it.

"Should we go to your place instead?" Nagi, bless his sweet heart, seems to simultaneously understand and also misunderstand what's on your mind.

"Absolutely not!" You force an energetic smile for him- but one look at his deadpan face tells you he sees right through you. "No, seriously. I want to stay here."

"But you don't seem to like it."

He doesn't sound upset, per se, but there's definitely a hint of disappointment in his voice.

You kick yourself mentally.

"It's not that," You assure him, shaking yourself out of his embrace. "I promise I do like it. It's your apartment, after all."

"Then what?"

"It's making me weirdly sad." You admit, and he raises an eyebrow slightly.

"... Why?"

"It sounds stupid, I get it," You gesture at the blank wall to your right. "But look. It's just so... empty, you know? If you hadn't told me you lived here, I would've thought this is some apartment for sale or something."

"It doesn't feel like a home, right?" Nagi's voice holds an indiscernible edge to it. You're seriously starting to regret bringing this up and dragging the mood down, but you nod anyway.

"Yeah, exactly."

You cross your fingers and hope he doesn't take those words as stab wounds to the heart.

He doesn't- he's Nagi, after all.

"You're so silly sometimes," He shakes his head slightly, draping his arm over you again and licking up his shopping bag for what feels like the tenth time, slowly walking into the direction of the living room. "You're lucky you're pretty."

You scoff, though your heart swells with the compliment. "Oh yeah? Well you're lucky to have me at all."

Lies, the voice in the back of your head hisses. You'd throw yourself at him shamelessly if he didn't.

"I know," He places a lazy kiss to the top of your head- he's awfully physical, you notice. (Has he always been like this?) "Didn't I saw you were my good luck charm?"

"Nagi," You groan, cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment, pushing him down onto his grey sofa before plopping down at the end next to him. "You're still saying that?"

"Oh yeah," He nods very seriously, adjusting himself so that he's laying down on the sofa with his head snug in your lap. "It's something I take seriously, you know? I'm very superstitious."

"Shut up, you," You roll your eyes, threading your fingers through soft white hair. "You're taking the piss now, aren't you?"

"I would never dare," He responds solemnly, hand over his heart, but you can the smirk tugging at his lips. "Wouldn't want to put an end to my lucky streak."

"What's that even supposed to mean?" You sigh, throwing your hands up in mock exasperation.

You'd only removed your fingers from his scalp for a second, but he whines, frowning slightly as he reaches up to pull your hands back down, placing them back where they'd been carding through his hair a moment before.

"What are you, an oversized puppy?" You laugh, incredibly amused at his clinginess.

"Depends." His face is visibly relaxed as he closes his eyes with a sigh that rumbles deep in his chest. "You a dog person?"

"I'm more of a cat person, I'd say. They're cleaner."

"Sounds good," His voice is soft and quiet, and his breathing gets heavier- is he falling asleep on you? "I'm a cactus person."

What?

"Okay, what the hell, Nagi?"

He smiles slightly, his eyes still closed. He turns so he's no longer on his back but on his side, the tip of his nose brushing against your lower abdomen.

You're glad he's got his eyes shut, because your face is positively on fire. Your fingers stutter slightly, and he whines again for you to keep playing with his hair.

"Yeah, don't you remember? I swear I told you about Choki..."

He really must like this, you think, as Nagi snakes an arm around your lower back, idly drawing circles into your skin with his index finger.

And he's right, he had told you- he'd told you a few days after that day in the uniform shop, actually, but you hadn't really taken him seriously.

"Wow, it's so cool that you live alone!" You gushed, swinging your feet as you sat beside him on the park bench. "Do you have any pets?"

"That would be way too much of a hassle." He replied monotonously, staring down at the game he was playing on his phone. "I have Choki though."

"Who's Choki?" You'd asked, confused. You don't remember Nagi having any siblings, much less one called Choki.

"My cactus."

You'd burst out laughing at that. "You named your cactus? And you named it Choki?"

"Well, yeah. And it's called Choki because it looks like this." He holds up a peace sign, before rotating his hand to the side to make it look like the scissors played in rock-paper-scissors.

"Okay, okay, I get it."

You'd found it silly that he'd named a cactus he'd had at home, but you understand now. He had to have been lonely at home by himself, even if he'd never admit it.

"Hey, what happened to Choki? Is it still in your room?"

He shakes his head lazily. "Nah, I gave it to Ba-ya to take care of when I left for Blue Lock."

Your fingers still at that.

"Why wouldn't you give it to me?"

He nudges your hand for you to keep running your fingers over his scalp. You oblige, but not without a slight frown.

"I figured I was better off giving it to her, you know?"

"Why?"

He cranks open an eye at that, laughing slightly when he sees your face.

"Why are you making that face?" He sounds way too amused. "You aren't upset, are you?"

"I'm a little bit offended, actually," You admit sulkily. "You gave Reo's butler your beloved cactus to take care of and not me? Rude."

He laughs again, pressing a gentle kiss to your upper thigh. It feels oddly intimate- you know he's only kissing there because his head is there, but the act has you subconsciously closing your legs together.

Stop it, you chide yourself mentally. Stop thinking dirty thoughts. He doesn't mean it like that, and you don't want him to mean it like that- not yet, anyways.

"Well, you were crying so much when we were leaving, I felt like it would've been salt in the wound if I told you to take care of it," He closes his eyes again, and you realise that he's so tall, his legs are hanging slightly off the edge of the sofa (which looks ridiculous, but also endearing.) "So I asked her instead. "And that was after you'd kissed me, so maybe my brain wasn't working properly."

"Your brain never works properly."

"Meanie."

"It's true."

"It's still mean."

You both fall silent at that, the atmosphere still except for the slow rising and falling of Nagi's chest and your fingers weaving through his hair, gently detangling and combing through it.

It's a comfortable silence.

That is, until your stomach rumbles. Loud.

His eyes dart open, a small grin forming on his face as he laughs, sitting up straight.

The action leaves your lap feeling oddly cold, missing the warmth of his head, but he's standing now, shaking his head slightly.

"If you were hungry, you should've said something."

"It's not my fault you decided to use me as a pillow!" You protest, but you're smiling regardless. "And you don't have anything in your home except instant ramen."

"That's not good enough for her royal highness?"

"Now, now," You beam, standing up and wrapping your arms around him. "I never said that."

Nagi returns your hug. "I forgot where I put it there."

You laugh, smacking his arm lightly. "Just sit down, you big baby. I'll go and make it for us, Mr what-a-hassle."

"No complaints here."

-

You spend the rest of the day at Nagi's house, lazing around, playing video games, and most importantly, just enjoying the fact that he's physically with you.

If that means that you're more physical with him than you need to be, so be it. It's not like he's complaining, anyway.

Currently, he's sat cross-legged in front of his tv, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he plays some kind of battle royale game.

You're content to let him do his thing; you adamantly refuse to pick up the other controller, still licking your wounds from when he'd defeated you at Mario Kart (rainbow road on the highest speed is tough, okay!)

You're sat besides him, idly scrolling on your phone. You've got one of your legs hooked through his, your arm looped through his, and your head resting on his shoulder, as close to him as you can get without just getting up and shoving yourself into his lap.

He doesn't seem to be bothered at all. If anything, he pulls you impossibly closer, his cheek resting on the top your head.

You get a text from your mum, and you open it immediately.

What have you eaten?

You tense up, knowing she's not going to be pleased with you and Nagi's less-than-nutritious meal, but you tell her anyway.

Do you want to bring Nagi over to ours for dinner? Now that he's somebody special...

You tense slightly. It's tempting, but you don't know if Nagi will want to or not.

He's been over at your house plenty of times, when your parents were there and when they weren't.

But he's only ever been over as your friend, never as your boyfriend, and you can only imagine how much your dad is going to act up.

"What is it?"

Nagi's already reading your mum's texts over your shoulder before you can answer, his eyes too sharp for his own good, and he shrugs.

"Hey, why not?"

-

Yep, you read that right! Reo is a confirmed Seventeen fan, you heard it here first :) me 2 Reo me 2

Gentle reminder that I don't do NSFW so don't ask for it- and they're teens anyway. I don't know what some of you freaks have been reading but that's not happening here.

I'll be real, I was thinking about dropping this fic because the quality of the chapters was deteriorating so damn bad, but I think this one redeemed the fic! Let me know

Also I know Nagi is so OOC and I'm sorry