𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

041 - all it took were 41 chapters

"so we're just gonna walk around the city?" you asked him, raising your eyebrow.

"yes, unless you want to do something else?"

you pondered to yourself for a minute. you wanted food, makeup, clothes, plushies, and stationary. "mm, yeah, i do."

"y/n, please. this is the tenth shop we walked into," pantalone pleaded. you turned away from him and walked around the shop, "lalala all i hear is bullshit,"

pantalone was carrying bags of all the things you made him buy. you felt guilty, yes, but he did say 'get whatever you want'. you were not going to let that opportunity slide. this was a one time opportunity.

going out and shopping gave him deja vu. it reminded him of one of your first hang out's together where you both went shopping. its a bittersweet memory.

"should i get lip tint? or gloss? oo, maybe new mascara?" he turned to you. you were looking at the variety of lip tints and lip glosses. looking at the different types of lip products almost gave him an aneurysm.

"i think (color) would suit you," he suggested.

you took the lip tint and swatched it om the back of your hand. it was a pretty color and you thought itd also suit you. "mm, yeah. its pretty," you commented, putting the tint away. you took a box of that lip tint and threw it in your basket.

"its been a long day," he sighed in exhaustion.

"huh? no it hasnt,"

"because i was the one holding all your bags," he exasperatedly groaned. the two of you were at your house. more specifically, in your room. your bags were put in the corner of your room. you made a mental note to open the bags as soon as he left.

you were sitting on your bed while he was sitting on a chair across from your bed.

"so..." he started.

"soo...?"

"theres a lot of things we need to talk about," he awkwardly looked away. you immediately knew what he was referring to. he was referring to what happened between the two of you.

"like?"

"you and baizhu,"

clicking your tongue, you laid on your bed. "theres not much about him."

"'not much'? we're not going to address the fact that you went to him when i left?" now he started looking at you.

"i mean, who else would i have gone to? he actually gave me company." you stated nonchalantly. truthfully, you didnt want to talk about baizhu. this conversation had already ruin your perfectly fine mood from before.

"why him?"

"i said it already, he gave me company and took me on shopping sprees. who do you think got me most of my makeup?"

"i can do better than him."

"you better show me that, then."

"thanks for having me over, y/n," he smiled at you. after your very serious and awkward conversation, things lightened up a lot. he changed the topic to something you enjoyed talking about, mainly because he liked seeing you talk so passionately about something you loved.

"yeah, it was a fun day today," you hummed. he was standing outside your house, but his body was still facing you.

he nodded in agreement. "bye, ill see you later."

as he was turning to leave, you stopped him. "pantalone, wait."

he turned to face you once more, confusion written all over his face. "yeah?"

you stood on your tip toes and pressed a quick peck on his lips. "bye!"

you immediately closed the door and cringed.

behind the door, however, he was processing whatever the fuck just happened.

im gonna kms i never write those typa scenes oh my god i cringed