It was a warm summer day, the breeze swept through the city, each side of the street filled with beautiful, warm buildings. Sadly, y/n couldn't be in there. You were stuck on the street, nowhere to go, but under your only blanket made of cardboard. 

y/n felt like crying, their water bottle had been stolen, throughout the cold, harsh night. But luckily a handsome, man with a structured face, a beautifully sharp jaw came walking down the street, his goal wasn't to stop, he was on his way to fix a broken house, but he did, he stopped. A gorgeous person caught his eyes, and he let his black orbs glued themselves on to y/n. He looked for a moment, his eyes almost sparkling.

A drop of drool fell from his beautiful mouth, and onto the pavement in front of you. You looked up, and saw it, you thought it was an angel, and your time had come to join the others up in the sky. 

"Are you okay?" the man asked, his voice smooth and beautiful like honey. It was like music to your ears.

"Y-yeah i'm fine.... i think" you answered, putting a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"You don't like fine," he said, although quickly his eyes widened. "I didn't mean it like that! you're beautiful, but you look sad and sick." He corrected himself.

He sighed and looked away. "Hey... i'm about to build a house, and a beautiful person like you deserves a home, so what do you say, cutie?"

An anwser was awaiting, but you had to think.

"Yes."

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