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“Can you stop being so beautiful for a minute?” for rosander

23. “Can you stop being so beautiful for a minute?”

Title: The right choice

Ship: Wtfock | Robbe Ijzerman + Sander Driesen (Sobbe)

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Call him clingy and cheesy, but Robbe started missing Sander the second their hands let go of the other.

He missed the pressure of his lips over his, tender yet longing, the warmth his hand provided in his and the immediate happiness he’d get from the closeness of Sander’s body. He never thought he’d become one of those people who has difficulty parting from their boyfriend.

Knowing that Sander was with Britt at the moment bothered Robbe. He hadn’t said it, not wanting to come out as possessive, but Sander felt it in his forced smile. Sander had tried to reassure him, saying that Britt was the past and they were the future - which had caused Robbe’s stomach had burst with happiness. But, Britt was Sander’s ex - so he had said -; Robbe was allowed to be paranoid.

For the tenth time since he made it home, the brunet checked his phone, hoping to see a new message from Sander.

“Waiting for an important text, Kitten?” Milan asked, catching the disappointed look on Robbe’s face when he checked his phone under the table.

Robbe looked up, shaking his head and returned to his food, stabbing a carrot with his fork.

He hadn’t eaten dinner with his flatmates for the past week and, honestly, he missed it. He had been forced into a new routine, coming home and locking himself in his room till morning. Zoe had tried to talk to him, get some answers out of him, but Robbe remained cold and closed. He was too caught up in his own mind to take his time and sit around a table, lost and confused about these unexplored feelings for a boy and his dilemma with his girlfriend.

Zoe had been happily surprised to see Robbe come out of his room and sit with them. She also didn’t fail to miss the fresh happiness that emanated from him.

“Is it your romantic night with Noor that makes you glow like that? I’m so happy things are going well between you two.”

A grimace twisted on Robbe’s face, suddenly uncomfortable. “Erm, I broke up with her,” he admitted, saying it out loud for the first time.

Robbe wasn’t ready to come out to Zoe, but spreading teh word about he and Noor’s break up was a right start. To avoid further questions, he asked what her pasta recipe was and Zoe fell right into the trap, telling Robbe all about her Pinterest recipe.

From his seat, Milan watch with a grin, sharing a quick look with the teenage boy. He knew.

To: Sander I miss you. I wish you hadn’t have to go

From: Sander Aw ❤ Miss you too

From: Sander Sorry for the late reply… Want me to pass when I’m finished with Britt?

As tempting as a goodnight kiss - and a big hug - sounded, Robbe would feel bad for keeping Sander up late on a school night. It was already 9pm, who knows what time he and Britt will finish this school project?

Robbe sighed, holding his phone above his face as he typed a reply.

To: Sander Won’t it be late? You have school tomorrow…

From: Sander So do you

From: Sander I’ll let you know when we’re done

Headphones over his head, Sander’s playlist currently played as Robbe read his last Science notes, trying to memorize everything for the upcoming test. Yasmina had handed him her notes to transcribe and, although Robbe didn’t want to admit it, they were very helpful.

He was on page four of his notes when a similar sound to a knock resonated around the room. He paused his playlist, David Bowie’s voice cutting abruptly, and a second knock echoed.

Headphones over his head, Robbe almost didn’t hear the knock on his door. Robbe pulled his eyebrows and a second knock echoed.

Robbe checked the time on his phone and his frown deepened. Milan never knocked and Zoe went to bed half an hour ago. Who was this? Did Senne mistake his room for Zoe’s? Robbe scoffed. He probably wasn’t even home yet.

A part of him was anxious that maybe it was Noor who had decided to come and try to win him back. He didn’t have the will or energy to even try to explain himself to her one more time. But then again, Milan wouldn’t have let her in, having his back in the gay departement.

He sighed taking a deep breath and slowly stood up, careful to not wrinkle or lose his notes, and opened the door with a shaky hand. Robbe did not open it fully, but opened it enough to stick his head out, coming nose to nose with a par of light green eyes.

A bright smile spread on his lips immediately, opening the door wider.

“I thought you said you’d text me when you��d finish?” Robbe bit his lip, trying to hold himself back from pulling Sander into a kiss immediately.

“Yeah, but I wanted to surprise you.”

The fact that Sander had cared enough to drop by like this to surprise him meant a lot to Robbe. It showed that he cared and that what they had was real.

Robbe stepped back to let Sander in, noticing that he still had his school stuff with him. After seeing the sketch Sander was drawing in class today, Robbe wished to see what the young artist was hiding inside his black portfolio.

Sander closed the door behind him and set his stuff down before leaning for a kiss. This time, Sander cupped Robbe’s face and pulled him in by the waist, fingertips pressing on the small of his back. He hadn’t touched Robbe like this since the kiss in the pool last Wednesday and had been dreaming to do it again.

Humming, the younger one stood on his tiptoe and wrapped his arms around Sander’s shoulders, deepening the kiss, doing exactly what he wished he could’ve outside Sander’s school.

The kiss from earlier felt relieving and this one was just…pleasing.

Breaking the kiss, Sander pressed little kisses to Robbe’s cheek.

Smiling, the brunet pushed his face in the crook of Sander’s neck, hugging him tight. “How long are you staying?” Robbe asked, dreading the time they will have to part - again.

“As long as you’ll have me.” Robbe listed his head, tilting his neck for a peck. Sander shrugged, too good to be true. “An hour? I don’t know. As long as I’m home before midnight.” He ran a hand through Robbe’s curls, smiling. “Can you stop being so beautiful for a minute?”

A blush coated Robbe’s cheeks and he led them to his bed, pushing aside the textbooks and notes to make room to lay down.

Sander’s leather jacket joined Robbe’s on the desk chair and he joined Robbe, pulling him against his chest, arms wrapping around his smaller frame. Robbe put his head over Sander’s beating heart, slim hand sliding under the blond’s tee shirt, needing to touch skin to reassure himself that Sander was there for real.

Robbe closed his eyes, fingers playing with Robbe’s hair as Sander hummed along to his favorite songs. A content smile formed on his lips, a confirmation that he had made the right choice.

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