Something About Us

When Heather looked at Rhys again, she was surprised to see that he was looking back at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Hey..." she mumbled, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier close proximity.

"Hey," Rhys replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. "How was your sleep?"

"Good," she said, turning away slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice the lingering blush on her cheeks. She walked briskly towards the bathroom, determined to regain her composure.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Heather was about to sit down on the toilet when the door suddenly swung open, revealing Rhys standing in the doorway.

"Oh my god! Rhys Connor!!!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the small bathroom.

Rhys, startled by her outburst, froze for a split second, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, realizing the awkwardness of the situation, he slammed the door shut, a blush creeping up his neck. "Sorry!! I didn't know!!" he shouted through the closed door, his voice laced with embarrassment. He quickly retreated to the living room, his heart pounding.

When Heather emerged from the bathroom, her face still flushed, she found the living room empty. A wave of annoyance washed over her. Where did he go? she thought, her eyes scanning the room.

In the living room, Rhys saw Heather emerge from the bedroom and instinctively jumped behind the couch, creating a barrier between them. Heather, her eyes blazing, grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and launched it at him. He dodged it easily, a grin spreading across his face.

"Would it kill you to knock on the door before opening it?!" she yelled, grabbing another throw pillow and chasing him around the couch.

"Hey, I said I was sorry!" Rhys protested, his voice laced with amusement. "I thought you were just brushing your teeth, so I..."

"Ahhhhh!!!" Heather shrieked, throwing the pillow at him again. "I hate you! Don't you even dare mention this in the future!" She continued to pelt him with pillows, her laughter mingling with her mock anger.

"Hahaha, it's not like I saw anything!" Rhys chuckled, catching a pillow and throwing it back at her. "Before I could even process what you were doing, I already closed the door."

"Don't tease me!" Heather's face, neck, and ears were now bright red from embarrassment.

Rhys chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Stop hitting me now. You'll break this pillow if you continue." He gently took the pillow from her hands, his touch lingering for a moment.

Heather, her cheeks still puffed, pinched Rhys's stomach, catching him off guard. "Aaahh!!" he exclaimed, rubbing the spot. "That hurts..."

When he looked at her, her eyes were downcast, her expression a mix of embarrassment and lingering annoyance. He gently rubbed the top of her hair, his touch soothing. "Come on. Don't be mad. Hm? I already called for room service. It should be here any minute now."

Just as Rhys finished speaking, the doorbell rang. He opened the door and asked the staff to place the food on the table. He gave the staff a generous tip before closing the door.

Rhys took Heather's hand, his touch warm and reassuring, and pulled her towards the dining table. "Let's eat," he said, his voice gentle.

After they finished their meal, they moved to the living room, settling onto the couch to watch TV. The variety show that was playing happened to be the one they had visited a week earlier.

Heather's laughter filled the room, a bright, infectious sound that made Rhys smile. She slapped his arm playfully, her eyes watering with mirth. "Oh my god, you looked ridiculous!"

"Hey! I'd end up getting bruises from all this. Is my suffering really that entertaining?" Rhys asked, rubbing his arm, his voice laced with amusement.

Heather nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. "So fun. Hah. I haven't laughed like this in a while. Aaahhhh~ my stomach hurts."

"Glad to know that my suffering makes you happy," he said, smiling sarcastically.

"Oh come on! You looked like you completely enjoyed the challenges! Suffering my **s."

"Language!" Rhys pinched her left cheek, his touch playful.

She swatted his hand away, a playful pout on her lips. "Ow!"

"By the way, did Auntie mention when the renovation will be done?" Rhys asked, draping an arm casually around Heather's shoulders, his touch light and familiar.

Heather nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "She said in two or three weeks." She closed her eyes, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Hmm... This is nice," she murmured.

"What was that?" Rhys asked, leaning closer to her, but he heard her soft breathing. He looked down and saw her eyes were closed. What, is she already asleep?

He shook his head and smiled, a tender expression softening his features. An idea came to mind, and he took out his phone, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

When Heather woke up the following morning, she found herself in the bedroom. Rhys's side of the bed was cold, indicating he had been gone for a while. She went through her morning routine and then headed to the dining room, where she found a plate of breakfast waiting for her.

She couldn't help but think that they were starting to resemble a married couple. Though it should be the other way around, she thought, a smile playing on her lips. I should be the one preparing food for him before he goes to work.

After finishing her breakfast, she sent Rhys a message: Honey~ Thank you for the breakfast. She attached a photo of herself with the breakfast.

Rhys and the guys were sitting on a bench in the training room, preparing for dance practice. Rhys was idly playing a game on his phone when he received a WeTalk notification. It was from Heather.

He smiled at her first message. This girl, why is she teasing me so early in the morning? Then, he received another message, a photo of her with a plate of food. He chuckled, shaking his head.

Jess and Emmett, noticing Rhys's smile, glanced at his phone. Their eyes widened as they saw Heather's message. "Honey?" Emmett exclaimed, grabbing the phone. "Are you guys dating now?"

Just then, another message arrived, a photo of Heather in pink lacy lingerie, the top laced with black ribbons. Come home soon, darling~ was written on the photo, accompanied by a heart emoji.

"Oh my god!" Emmett stammered, his cheeks flushing. Dave and Henry leaned in, their eyes popping. "Honey? Darling?" they chorused, their voices laced with disbelief.

Rhys snatched his phone back, his face a mix of embarrassment and possessiveness. "It's… it's a joke!" he stammered, locking the screen. Heather, what are you doing to me? he thought, his heart pounding.