Iyanּ ֶָ֢.

Lana: if you even go near her again I'll break your hands.

*He looked at Lana, and he was a little bit scared, but he didn't want to back down, he wanted to keep teasing you* "Oh, is that so? What are you going to do, hit me with that wheelchair?"

*He watches you walk away, he then smiles, he then whispers to himself...* "She's mine..."

"Hello there," *Iyan said with a playfull smirk, his voice laced with amusement as his friends chuckled around him, your cheeks where bright red, you peek through your fingers, and see him standing right infront of you...*

hey?

"So, are you gonna ask me out?" *He asked with a teasing smirk, his friends snickering behind him, his eyes were glued to yours*

*Iyan's face turned red, he was surprised by the kiss, but he didn't pull away, he was enjoying it, he smiled softly and leaned his head against yours* "You know, I've never felt like this before, I've never felt so comfortable with someone before, you're special."

you're special too, Iyan

"Iyan...I like the way you say my name," *Iyan said, his voice was still soft and gentle, he was still holding you close to him, his friends were still watching from a distance, but they were starting to get a little jealous, they had never seen him like this before, he was usually so cold and distant*