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feliix · 4 years ago

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Perfect Score ↠ Han Jisung

↠ Jisung x Reader (feat. Felix)

↠ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fake Dating!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

↠ Rating: M (18+)

↠ Word Count: 14.9k

↠ Summary: As you return home to work at your local coffee shop, you’re swarmed with couples coming in on lovey-dovey on dates. You’ve always hated the idea of love, but it’s Jisung’s mission to make you change your mind in just two weeks time.

↠ Warnings: idiots 2 lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, fingering, soft sex, language, light mentions of marking, mentions of bad past relationships

“That's disgusting.”

You grimace in the most subtle way as you watch the man across the shop press a gentle kiss on the cheek of the woman next to him. For some reason your shop is packed with couples this evening. Not that you’ve been counting, but they’re probably the 50th overly lovey-dovey pair that you’ve seen this just this shift alone.

To say ‘love’ isn’t really your thing isn’t too far from the truth. Every time you’ve been burned by someone in the past has only made your hope about love deteriorate. Relationships suck. Already been there, done that, and you don’t plan on doing it again.

You’ve always stuck by the same theory; relationships either lead to heartbreak or marriage. And even still, marriage may still end in heartbreak, so what’s the point?

“Stop being so dramatic,” Jisung laughs, pulling you out of your thoughts as he rounds the corner. He’s just in time to catch your snide remark, surely it won’t be the last one you’ll make tonight though. He had just run to the back to get you a fresh package of cups after using up all the stock in the front.

Tonight is busy to say the least. The sun has already set, and it’s the afternoon rush when everyone comes in for their second daily dose of caffeine. And it’s definitely necessary – especially on a day as hot and exhausting as this one. It’s the third day that its been over 100º in a row and the humidity is doing a real number to your hair.

“It’s not dramatic,” you sigh, leaning on the counter behind you as Jisung maneuvers around you, placing the cups on the shelf underneath. In your mind it absolutely isnt. Its a mystery why all these people need to publicly display their affection in a coffee shop anyway...

It’s just the two of you on the schedule tonight. Your boss has always been kind of an asshole, just leaving 2 kids in their early twenties to run the shop by themselves while he went off to do god knows what. There's always been an aching suspicion that he just goes to the bar across the street, since his car is still parked behind the shop but he’s always nowhere to be found. That’s okay though, it's better than him looming over your shoulder and criticizing your technique the whole shift.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Jisung shakes his head.

In stark contrast to yourself, Han Jisung is quite the hopeless romantic. So much so that he tends to search for love in all the wrong places. Maybe a better way to describe it is that Jisung has a series of flings. He’s not shy to test the waters of any girl he comes across – and there are many, many waters that he’s tested. Lucky you gets to hear all about each one, being his friend and all.

But to your good friend’s demise, his ‘relationships’ never end up working out for very long. Theres always some kind of fatal flaw that’s a means to an end. Whether it was Jisung’s fault or the girls, it’s always confused you why he could never hold onto something longer than a couple months. Jisung is a great guy, it didn’t make sense.

So great that you have been best friends with him for as long as you could remember. It all started that time in pre-k, where you poured a shovel of sand on his head in the sandbox. Initially, it did make him cry, but he got over it eventually. Ever since, he’s been right by your side, sandy hair and all.

“How much longer,” your eyes roll back in your head, neglecting to look at the watch on your wrist in fear that your shift has a significant amount of time left. The night has been dragging on since you stepped foot in the door and heard the little jingle as it opened. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d only made it through half your shift thus far.

“Just under an hour. Want to start the closing checklist so we can get outta here?” Jisung offers, reaching for the rag and sanitation bucket at the end of the counter.

Nodding your head, you follow his plan – beginning your mission to clean like a speed demon so you can leave no later than at 8 o’clock on the dot.

Luckily, closing tonight goes as smoothly as it possibly can. You and Jisung are ready to get out of there at 8 on the dot, thanks to your determination to mop like a mad woman and stock the front as fast as humanly possible.

The air outside feels crisper than usual. Maybe its because you’ve been locked up in a small room that smells like coffee beans for 10 hours, but you’ll never get enough of the night air.

“So what are we doing tonight?”Jisung asks, his fingers adjusting the headband that sits just above his forehead.

“I was planning on going home and getting some rest…” you trail off, avoiding eye contact with him. Jisung always goes out after your weekend shifts and never lets up on convincing you to tag along. So you can’t look at him, his eyes are much too convincing make contact with, and you are beyond exhausted from working a double today.

“Gah you’re so boring,” he teases, stopping in his tracks in the center of the parking lot to ruffle the hair on top of your head, “it was an early night we should do something.”

With a deep sigh, you stop as well, smoothing down your hair as a pout forms on your lips. The suggestive smirk settling across Jisung’s face is telling; he knows he’s about to get his way before you have the chance to turn him down or fish for another excuse. So you tilt your head, subtly rolling your eyes as you wait for him to explain what his big plans for tonight are.

“I’ll be at your house by 9.”

Accepting defeat, you shoot him a thumbs up before turning to get into your car. Asking any more questions would take away any time you had to wash up – and smelling like coffee beans any longer is going to drive you up a wall since it hasn't already.

It doesn’t take much time for you to rush home and get ready, and before you know it Jisung is there to pick you up. Only a few minutes late, but that’s just par for the course and right on time in Jisung terms.

The car ride to your destination feels like a blur with how exhausted you are. So when you end up at your favorite boba spot, you immediately perk up. Those tapioca pearls always manage to give you a second wind.

But when Jisung decides to take a seat at one of the round tables just outside the shop instead of getting back in the car you know somethings up. You were expecting to hop back in the passenger seat of his car, maybe listen to some music for a while and drive around to kill time.

Initially he doesn’t say much. His legs just bounce hyperactively while he fidgits with the straw of his drink. It’s almost like he’s waiting for you to speak up; his eyes staring down at the cup in front of him instead of sipping from it, lip caught between his teeth.

The energy is off. Not only did you expect to hang out and do something adventurous like Jisung normally would, but now you’re watching his cheeks grow red while avoiding conversation.

Awkward silence becoming too much to bear, you take matters into your own hands. “So how are things going with that girl?”

“Oh yeah,” he sighs, his fingertips drumming along the surface of the table, “she didn’t really work out.”

Unsurprised by his response, you just nod along. Its always to expect since he’s the pickiest person you’ve ever met. His last relationship ended because he thought the girl breathed too loudly. The girl before that had an annoying laugh, and then the one before that didn’t like cheesecake. There always seems to be a laundry list of deal-breakers tied along to each one of Jisung’s relationships, and that is something you’ll always expect.

“You’re probably better off.”

You don’t think much of the words before they leave your lips. Relationships are a ton of work, and you’ve never understood the point of to putting all your effort into something like that. There is a way to just be happy on your own, you know.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his eyebrows furrowing in response, hands gripping his thighs in anticipation

“You know what I think,” you tilt your heat matter-of-factly, “relationships are kind of just a waste of time.”

“What is with you and all this ‘anti-love’ stuff anyway, Y/N?”

Now thats a response that you are not prepared for. The question catches you off guard, a boba bubble almost catching in your throat leaving you a coughing mess. Jisung chuckles at your discomfort, waiting patiently for you to get it all out and just answer his question, as uncomfortable as it is.

“I’ve wasted too much time with too many dead-beat guys to even think about love,” you sigh again, your coughing fit subsiding as you reach for your cup once again.

“Not every guy is a dead-beat.”

His words carry a harsh bite to them, almost as if he finds you’ve said offensive. It burns his ego a bit, assuming that you’re grouping him in with all the guys you’ve been with in the past. Which is strange, Jisung should know that he’s different. For one, you’ve never dated him before and two, if he was such a dead-beat you wouldn’t have kept him around for so long.

You aren’t able to talk to guys, or most people for that matter, in the same way that you talk to Jisung. He’s the one you rant about all the assholes to. He knows all the shit that you don’t tell anyone else, he’s like your own personal human diary. Secrets are always safe with him, it's not like he has anyone who would listen to the gossip even if he wanted to tell.

After a minute of silence his expression changes, Jisung’s eyes squinting at you in that ‘I have a crazy idea’ type of way. It’s a look that you haven’t seen very often, and you can’t say that you’ll ever get used to it.

“Okay then I’ll make you a deal,” he proposes, a glimmering look in his eye that made you somewhat nervous. You never know what you are getting with Jisung, but most of the time his ‘deals’ are on the crazier side.

“What is it?” You still ask although you’re a bit nervous to hear his answer. If his plan is to set you up with one of his delinquent friends or something–

“Be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen as the words fall from his tongue, confusion taking over your expression as a small chuckle slips past his lips. Instinctively your stomach tightens, the air around you now feeling a bit heaver each second time ticks on. He can't be serious…

“Your what?”

“Two weeks is all I’m asking for. Be my girlfriend for just two weeks, and I’ll show you that love isn’t as shitty as you think it is.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” you shake your head, a disbelieving smile stretching wide across your face.

“C’mon Y/N,” he challenges, “it’s two weeks of your life, what else do you have to do? I think it could be fun.”

The quirk of his eyebrow and quick squint of his eyes grabs your attention. He’s serious about this, scarily serious, and you aren’t quite sure how to react to that.

“What’s in it for you?” Your chin falls into your palm as you stare at him, waiting for his response.

“Well for one,” he starts, a sigh leaving his lips, “if it works then I won’t have to listen to you complain about how much relationships suck anymore.”

Just when you don't think you can roll your eyes any further into the back of your head, your own actions surprise you. If looks could kill, the one you’re giving him right now would surely take him out. He doesn’t pay much mind to it though, he’s used to your sass and just shrugs it off.

“This is an awful idea,” you glare at him as if it will change his mind. You’re certain this experiment of his would not change your own. Love sucked, and that was that.

“Two weeks,” his voice carries a taunting tone, his eyebrows wiggling to entice you into his plan. He isn’t going to give up on this easily, you know Jisung. And Jisung always gets his way.

“Fine,” you huff, “two weeks and that’s it. And if my mind isn’t changed you owe me 3 more of these,” you say, picking up your boba from the table and shaking it at eye-level for emphasis.

His bottom lip catches between his teeth, satisfied with your response. He isn’t exactly sure how he’ll manage to pull this off, but he’s definitely up for the challenge.

“We start tomorrow at 8, I’ll pick you up after work.”

Crossing your arms over the table, you bury your head in your arms. This is going to be the most interesting two weeks of your entire life.

“Wait, you're like dating dating the Han Jisung?” Felix’s jaw drops, excitement prevalent on his face as you spill about your night with Jisung.

Felix is the only person in your life that understood your hatred for relationships, other than Jisung of course. Not that he shares the hatred himself, he’s just heard enough about how much you despise being in one to know just how you felt. He’s only heard about it every day for the past several summers.

Felix is your best friend, other than Jisung of course. He’s also the only person in this world that you could bear to work with on a Saturday morning.

“That's the plan,” you sigh fiddling with the containers on the counter. It’s pretty slow for a Saturday morning, only a handful of customers have come in so far and it's already 11 am.

That’s the thing about working at a coffee shop – and it sucks when it's busy, and it sucks even more when it's slow. At least it isn't a terrible job, you at least have Jisung and Felix to keep you company and that's always worthwhile.

“And for the record,” you turn to look at Felix, a grin still evident on his face, “I don’t think this is gonna change my mind about the love stuff.”

“You know how Jisung is,” his eyebrow lifts, “so you never know. Maybe something could happen.”

If anyone was surprised that you were dating someone, fake relationship or not, it would be Felix. On top of that, you’re dating Han Jisung. As in, the same Jisung that ended a 3-month relationship last year because the girl ‘smelled too much like peaches’ and it was ‘too good to be true.’ And now that you’re the one stuck with him for the next 14 days, it is only a matter of time until he finds the deal-breaking trait that turns him away from you.

“Okay no, that's exactly why this is only two weeks. If I know Jisung, he’ll be over it before the 2 weeks even ends.”

“Whatever you say,” the pitch of his voice is raised teasingly. You can tell he doesn’t believe this will be just a ‘two-week thing’ by the funny little look on his face. You hate that look, and you hate how Felix always seems to be right.

Subsequently Felix sees a lot of things that you aren’t able to see for yourself. You’ve grown up with Jisung, grown accustomed to his unique mannerisms and behaviors without even noticing. Felix, on the other hand, has a different point of view.

He’s not in it like you are, so gets to see the way Jisung looks at you; the way he hangs on each and every word that leaves your mouth with a sparkle in his eye. He notices that Jisung longs to make you laugh. And he watches the toothy grin each that grows on your face each time a chuckle breaks through your lips. Felix notices every behavior that you see as nothing more than ‘friendly.’ But who is he to say? So, for now, the information remains tucked away and stored in his mind for a later date.

Your fingers drum on the clean marble countertop beside you, leaning against it as you wait for a customer to come in. All this time with nothing to do is really doing wonders for your imagination; thinking about what Jisung has planned for the two of you to do tonight. Nothing special, you hope, he really doesn’t need to go all out for this.

The lack of customers and silence that's fallen among the shop is just making it easier for your mind to wander off. It was beginning to make you sick how much you were thinking about Jisung and nothing has even happened yet. It's not like you have any reason to be nervous, but keeping all these thoughts trapped in your thick skull is starting to give you a headache

“He’s picking me up after work.” You blurt it out without thinking much about it. No one is here, you might as well lay it all out there for Felix to know since there's nothing better to do.

“He’s picking you up? Like you’re going on a date?”

“Shut upppp,” your eyes roll at his teasing nature, growing slightly embarrassed by how giddy the thought of this ‘date’ is making him, and you for that matter. It’s just Jisung. And you are just hanging out like you do every other night. There's nothing different about tonight and you’ll be able to prove that to yourself and Felix by the next time you see him.

The rest of you shift flies by – it always does when you work with Felix. Before you know it, the closing checklist is coming to an end, only a few steps left before you can finally get out of here. The clock had just turned to 7:55 pm, but Jisung still isn’t here. Not that you’re expecting him to be on time or anything, this is still the same Jisung you have always known.

What you aren’t familiar with is the nervous butterflies fluttering around in your tummy as the clock approaches 8 pm. What are you even nervous about? It isn’t a blind date, other than the fact that you have no idea what you’re doing. And it isn’t even a date. It’s Jisung for crying out loud.

Speaking of the devil, the chimes in the front of the shop ring as Jisung passes through the doorway. You don’t see who it is at first, your back turns to the door as you sweep behind the counter. The chimes ringing at this time of night do trigger your fight or flight instincts though, ready to turn to whoever is approaching and give them a dirty look for coming in this close to closing time.

But once you turn around and see Jisung standing in the doorway with a bouquet of sunflowers, your tension quickly subsides. You swear that you can feel your heart skip a beat, heat rising to your cheeks as you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. It's okay that you aren’t able to, though, the surprised look on your face is enough for his smile to light up the room.

“I’m here to pick up the pretty girl with the espresso stain on her shirt,” he chuckles, his bottom lip catching between his teeth nervously.

Tonight he’s dressed a lot nicer than usual comfy attire; a nice shirt with a pair of dark jeans that hug his slim figure. His hair is a lot lighter too – a vast change from the midnight black strands that normally frame his face. He’s really going all out for this thing – and right now all that you’re wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt with coffee stains down the front.

When you look to your right, Felix is just as stunned as you are. Frozen in his spot as his jaw practically sweeps the floor, he looks at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised as a smug expression crosses his face. For a second you contemplate asking him if he’s all set to finish the closing checklist on his own, but before you’re able to speak up he’s already shooing the two of you out the door.

With a goofy grin displayed across his face, Jisung hands you the bundle of flowers, tied together with a delicate white ribbon. You mumble a thank you, still stunned that he showed up here looking like that to take you out tonight. So he is the romantic type, note taken.

“You like nice,” you gulp nervously. It already feels like a date and you haven’t even left the parking lot yet. If this is how things are going to start you had an exciting 13 more days ahead of you...

“So do you,” he smirks, his eyes wandering down to the small brown stains littering your shirt. Eyes narrowing, you read the expression crossing his face – of course, he’s joking. “I brought you some fresh clothes to change into don’t worry.”

Relief rushes through your body as the words leave his lips, followed by a slight pull on your heart strings. Knowing he took the time to think about bringing you something else to wear so you didn’t have to sit in your coffee scented clothes all night made you feel warm in the strangest way. He’s thoughtful, and it's weirding you out – but in a good way.

“So, where are we even going?”

“You’ll see.”

A vague yet interesting, and very on-brand response from Jisung. He’s always been a fan of surprises – as long as he’s not on the receiving end.

The drive to your destination drags on forever. You aren’t quite sure how long you’ve been on your way; between your agile back seat changing of clothes, which you are surprisingly skilled at, and the anticipation coursing through your veins, you’ve lost track of time. All you know is that you’ve been driving along the backroads of your area for at least 15 minutes, and there is nothing around you to indicate that your destination is near.

“This is it.” The car pulls into a small dirt parking lot, dimly lit by some dingy street lights that aren’t doing a very good job at their primary function. It's pretty hard to see what’s around you, no matter how hard you squint and press your forehead to the window to get a better look.

“Where are we?” The question leaves your lips in a worried fashion. Trees surround the parking lot on all three-sides, while the road you've pulled in from occupies the fourth-side. You’re hesitant to get out of the car, but as Jisung rounds the front and opens the door for you, you’re on your way out. He motions for you to hold on as he pops the trunk – returning with a blanket and a reusable shopping bag filled with god knows what.

He still hasn’t given an answer to your question though, and you still aren’t quite sure where you are. If It was lighter out you assume it would be beautiful here, all the greenery dark and shadows hovering over you from the trees.

The bright light from his cell phone flashlight lights up the way, a path on your right

“Hell no,” your arms cross over your chest as you stand still in your place. He’s out of his mind if he thinks you’re going into the woods this late at night. You’ve seen enough horror films, stuff like this never ends well.

“C’mon, it’s not as bad as it looks,” Jisung laughs at your pouting manner, amusement filling his system as you glue your feet to the ground of the parking lot. His puppy dog eyes plead for you to follow him, a hand outreaching in your direction for the taking. You contemplate it for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you ponder the possible outcomes of the situation before you.

“Fine,” you huff as you take his hand in yours.

His hand feels different in yours this time. His long fingers lacing between your smaller ones in the perfect fit that you’ve neglected to notice before. You’ve held his hand before, platonically though. This time it’s platonic too though, right? It’s just a date. A platonic date between two friends. Two friends who are dating on a two week trial period. So yes, it is strictly platonic. Right?

The dirt path doesn’t drag on for too long, but the sounds of bugs ticking and twigs breaking beneath your feet is enough to startle you. Every scared and breathy gasp that leaves your mouth is followed by a small fit of laughter from Jisung. At least one of you is amused.

But the dirt path soon turns rocky, a clearing becoming more and more noticeable as Jisung’s flashlight brightens the way ahead of you. The rows of trees come to an end as the ground flattens, a giant slab of rock lying beneath your feet. Out ahead of you is completely dark, and until you approach the darkness you don’t notice that you’re just a few yards away from the edge of a cliff. A river lies below the edge, the sound of water rushing fills your ears and calms your nerves. It is quiet out here, peaceful and without distraction.

Jisung stands back as you admire the scenery around you – your own phone flashlight now out and panning around to look at the view. It’s beautiful out here, nothing to worry about but the sounds of the water and whatever Jisung is doing behind you…

You couldn’t have zoned out for more than 2 minutes, but once you turn back around to face him a picnic blanket lies on the ground before you. Snacks scatter the extent of the fabric, a few candles placed in the center

“You really went all out for this, huh?” A nervous laugh leaves your lips before you swallow harshly. Never in your life has a guy ever gone all out like this for you. A late-night picnic at a secret location, fixed with all of your favorite snacks and some candles for ambiance.

“Had to,” he smiles, “it’s our first date.”

You join him on the blanket, grabbing for a bag of popcorn as you sit down. Maybe relationships wouldn’t suck so much if all men treated you like this…

But it’s just Jisung. Jisung who already knows all your favorite things to eat. He’s just trying to be convincing – to prove to you that men take you on dates, do nice things. But stuff like this never lasts. Two weeks from now you’ll be going back to the same old Jisung and Y/N friendship that you’ve always had.

The conversation goes on as normal tonight, he doesn’t make any moves (as expected, it’s Jisung) and you enjoy the view and calm atmosphere with your fake but not so fake boyfriend. You stay out on the cliff for a few more hours before he takes you home. Jisung put a lot of effort into making tonight special, and you appreciate him for that. But even after all his effort, you know that real relationships aren’t like this.

Every guy you’ve dated would try to woo you over in the beginning too. They call it the honeymoon stage for a reason. Things are always great in the beginning, lavish gifts and dates, loving gestures. That kind of thing never lasts. Soon the effort runs out, the guy gets bored of putting the work in, and they end up sleeping with your freshman year roommate. Well, at least that's how it is for you.

The bundle of sunflowers Jisung gave to you earlier on in the night sits on the end table next to your bed. Each time you look at them all you can picture is the goofy grin he sported as he stood at the entrance of the coffee shop. It replays in your mind like a movie. How he dressed up all spiffy just to take you out. How he took you to a spot only he knew about, somewhere so off-site and serene that he knew you’d remain uninterrupted. You can’t help but wonder if he’s using the same old tricks on you that he does to other girls though. If he only knew about that place because he’s taken someone there before.

Not that it matters though, you aren’t his real girlfriend. You’re just on a trial period. But for some reason the thought that he might have brought another girl to the same spot before doesn’t sit well with you.

“Sooooo,” Felix teases, letting his chin fall into his palm as he leans on the counter before him, “how was your date with Y/N?”

Jisung chuckles at his nosiness, he’s sure you’ve already told Felix all about it. There are no secrets left between you two. Even sometimes Jisung felt like the odd man out when you’re all together.

“It was good.”

Jisung keeps his answer short, leaving the rest up to his imagination. He isn’t one to kiss and tell – or to not kiss and tell. Keeping his private life all to himself is something he takes pride in, things are just better that way.

“Just good?” Felix challenges, knowing there is much more that he’s leaving out. His eyes narrow as he waits for his response. You haven’t told him anything about last night, not even where you went after he picked you up. Things are radio silent on your end, which left Felix dying to know what actually happened on your ‘date that wasn't a real date.’

Jisung glances back at him, contemplating whether or not he should spill the beans. It would be kind of nice to have someone else to confide in. Especially since it's always you on the receiving end of his secrets; however, this may be the one secret that you don’t know of.

He chews on his bottom lip pensively, if anyone knows what’s on your mind, it would be Felix. Not that Jisung would ever want to pry, there's just no indication of how you feel about last night, or about him. Before Jisung can even open his mouth to speak, a knowing smirk is spread wide across Felix’s face. It’s that kind of look that makes him nervous – he knows something.

“You like her don’t you,” he muses, rubbing his hands together smooths as the words catch in the air. It’s out there now – and it’s obvious. Well, maybe not obvious, but it's clear as day to Felix – and that is more than enough to make Jisung worry.

“I don’t,” Jisung denies the other boy’s claim, his willpower too strong to give in.

“Oh yeah? So why do you self sabotage every one of your relationships then?”

The words catch Jisung off guard; his jaw clenching harshly as an annoyed breath is forced out of his nostrils. He wants to deny the claim once again, but he can’t bring himself to keep brushing off these feelings that have had a grip on him ever since he was young.

Felix is right too. He does sabotage each relationship that comes his way. Jisung goes out of his way to find something wrong with each girl he dates. He can never admit it to himself, but in the back of his mind, he knows that it's the fact that none of those girls are you. None of the girls he’s ever met could ever match up to all that you are. In his mind, you held the perfect score, and no one else had ever come close.

“It’s written all over your face every time you look at her you know.”

There's no way he’s that obvious... Did his feelings show that much whenever he was around you?

“What do you mean?” Jisung clarifies, the small once of hope bearing weight in his chest that Felix will follow up with a ‘just kidding’ or change the subject. Only the silence that falls on the room is enough of a response for Jisung to get the clue.

“Just please don’t tell her,” he avoids eye contact with the other boy, hand gripping harshly on the countertop as he stares down at the black and white checkered tile. “I just wanted to see if I could change her mind – about the love stuff, you know?”

The second you find out about Jisung’s feelings all bets would be off. There’s no way you’d let your little arrangement continue, not if either of you could end up hurt. And he knows you only agreed to this because there is nothing between you romantically, it was a deal between two friends. The second feelings get involved, everything gets all mushy and confusing, and Jisung can’t lose you.

Felix bears his weight on the counter behind him, leaning comfortably on the cool glass. “Believe me, I want her to be done with that ‘I hate love thing’ just as much as you do,” he sighs, looking around momentarily before he clears his throat. “Want me to be honest?”

“Please.”

“I think you might be the only one who can change her mind.”

Jisung’s heart skips a beat once the words leave Felix’s mouth. Blood rushes to his ears, pumping like a snare drum as he considers his thoughts. His stomach begins to twist as he considers it, almost confused about what Felix means, but not willing to accept it. You only agreed to fake-date him, you still hate love.

A comfortable silence fills the air, Felix watching him as his lips roll between his teeth, deep in thought. Change your mind. The words repeat in Jisungs head like a broken record. That’s what he’s trying to do, all for the right reasons of course. So that you don’t have to be so miserable about it anymore.

But behind those selfless reasons are several smaller, selfish ones. He gets to be with you as more than a friend now, and although it’s nothing more than some kind of test run, he can’t help but feel like this can be something more too. It’d be crazy to ignore the feeling he has deep in his chest, and maybe it's a sign not to.

“Like you think…” Jisung gulps, clearing his throat as the words stutter out of his mouth, “I could get her to fall for me?”

The lack of response that Felix gives is ominous, but the raise of his eyebrows and toothy grin forming on his face needs no words to tell.

If anyone is to change your mind, it’ll be Jisung.

That night Jisung took you to the drive-in movies. To be quite honest, you couldn’t really recall what was playing, some Pixar film with bugs as the main character if you could remember it correctly. You were far too distracted laughing with Jisung, watching as young kids played around on a grassy patch near his car. The giggles that left his lips each time the little girl waved to him were music to your ears. You never noticed how much he loved kids, how good he was with them.

The image of his hands clasped together as he fawned over the little girl, picking dandelions in the grass and racing to place them by your feet was burned into your memory. The boxy grin that graced his face all night long. The way his eyes squinted from his cheeks, pushing up as he smiled so big. The whispers of the word ‘cute’ each time her pigtails bounced while she toddled away.

Missing the movie doesn't disappoint you. If anything, the memories you've saved from tonight are more than enough.

The next night you were unable to go out, the shop was so busy that you were not able to leave until an hour and a half after your shift was supposed to end. Some punk kid dropped a cup of iced coffee on the floor on his way out and decided it would be best to leave it there without cleaning anything up or letting you know. Maybe if it hadn’t been so busy then you would have noticed the spill before it dried up and there were coffee stains stuck to the tile floors.

Naturally, you spent a good 15 minutes trying to mop up all the stickiness on the floor. But to your luck, Jisung is working with you that night. Once all the customers left the shop he hooked his phone up to the speakers, grabbed your hands, and danced you around the shop. Well, it was supposed to be dancing but it probably looked more like Jisung swinging your arms as you attempted to not trip over your own feet.

It makes up for not getting to go out though, and you’d take a night like that over a fancy dinner any chance you got.

It’s been 12 days since you became Jisung‘s girlfriend, and as the remaining days decreased, so did your hatred for love. Each night he planned something special. The real kicker was the texts that you get once he makes it home from dropping you off every night. A simple ‘I had a great time tonight’ was enough to make your heart swell and heat rise to your cheeks.

And as you notice your hatred for love and relationships leaving you, you notice another feeling enter your system. Or several feelings…

Things are getting just as sticky as the night when two frappuccinos splattered all over the shop floor, whipped cream and all. Spending time with Jisung like this is bringing some things to the surface you didn’t know were buried in the first place.

Every night that you spent with Jisung over the past 12 days allowed you to see him in a new light. You got to see him on a different level than just friends. You got to see what every girl that fawns over Jisung experiences.

Something about your friendship never let you jump past that barrier. You only see him as a dear friend of yours. Nothing more and nothing less. And now the issue is that...you aren’t sure how you’ll ever go back to see him as such.

You like Jisung as more than a friend, that's for sure. And you know because of that things will never be able to go back to the way they once were.

Maybe you're reading too much into it, but your gut is telling you that you aren't the only one feeling this way.

The feeling of butterflies that pound in your stomach each time you meet eyes with him has to be reciprocated. There is just no way you can be feeling this way and he isn’t.

This isn’t like the feelings you’ve caught for any guy before, this is something else. Every night when you go home you lay in bed, staring at your ceiling with a dumb grin on your face as you think about your time together, about him. About the way his black curly hair falls in front of his eyes each time he looks down and how his smile lights up every room he was in.

These things that you were so blind to before can’t escape your thoughts, and it makes you wonder how many times or things you’ve looked over that make you melt, just like you are right now.

But in just 2 days, this trial-boyfriend period will be over, and you’ll have to go back to being just friends. Each day, each hour, each minute that approaches feels heavier and heavier. Anxiety floods your system each time you think about things being over, or that this arrangement you have isn’t even real.

When you think about the growing feelings you have for him, you honestly can't imagine what your life will be like any other way. What it would be like going back to just hanging out here and there. And what it would be like

You can’t even fathom thinking about what it would be like hearing him talk about another girl again. It makes you sick thinking that there's going to be someone after you, because in just 5 days this will be all over, and you’ll go back to being the girl best friend, nothing more.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking that Jisung has more feelings for you too. But the glimmer in his eyes as his bangs brush out of his eyes and they land on you tells a different story. When he looks at you it feels like you are the only two people on earth. He sees nothing else but you, and the way your eyes sparkle back at him.

Each day you spend with Jisung after that feels like a wrench tightening the screws of your heart. 14 days is just not enough.

“Earth to Y/N,” Felix says waving a hand in your face.

You must have zoned out, for god knows how long.

“Thinking about Jisung?”

“What?” you immediately straighten your posture and brush yourself off before responding, “N-no…I’m just thinking.”

“Right,” the sarcasm drips from his lips, not sparing you any time to save yourself as he turns away, beginning to wipe off the tables in the front.

For personal reasons, you’ve kept Felix out of the loop during this whole “fake-boyfriend Jisung” thing. It’s better if you keep your feelings to yourself until you figure them out. And although it feels really really strange not giving Felix the intel on what’s going on in your life, you know it’s for your own good.

Once you put what is in your head out into the world, you can’t take it back. And what if all these things that you’re feeling is just a part of the honeymoon-phase. If that even existed anyway… But if all these feelings for Jisung are due to him trying to woo you and change your mind, everything will just fade away as things return back to normal. And then you’ll be left loving him in silence while you watch him blow through relationships like a leaf blows through the wind.

Something in you tells you that this isn't the case, but the small shadow of doubt in the back of your mind keeps you from talking to your best friend about it anyway.

The thing is, you don't have to tell Felix for him to know. Every time Jisung picks you up from work to take you out you shine. Your smile spreads so wide he’s afraid your cheeks will tear. The nervous shake of your fingers as you grab for your belongings as you head out the door doesn’t go unnoticed in Felix’s eyes. He knows you too well to look over things like this, he just wanted to wait for you to say something first.

But now that you aren’t, Felix has decided to take matters into his own hands, asking you about it himself.

“Felix,” you start, waiting for his attention before you pull out a stool, sitting down and motioning for him to follow suit. Quickly he does, a questioning but knowing look evident on his face as the stool squeaks under him. “You know how this thing between Jisung and I is just an experiment or whatever?”

He nods in response, his hand quickly falling into his palm as he listens intently to your words.

“I think I messed up.” Your head is buried in your arms, laid over the tabletop in embarrassment.

“What do you mean?”

His question is more for clarification, he wants to hear you say it yourself. Felix knows that you’re gonna tell him that you’ve already caught feelings. He sees it coming from a mile away, you confirming it is just the icing on the cake.

“Don’t make me say it,” you whine, neglecting to pick your head up and look at him. You can feel the grin on his face. You know he's smirking at you right now, doing his best to hold back a laugh. Finally, you over the ‘I hate love and relationships suck’ thing.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” he sings, quite obviously teasing you while another deep sigh echoes from your chest. You manage to pick your head up, leaning onto your elbows with your chin caught between your palms as you face him.

“I like him.”

It comes out as a whisper, but Felix hears it loud and clear. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume that the smile on his face can't grow any larger, but it does. He jumps up from his chair in victory, doing a funny dance with his arms whooping in the air to celebrate. You’re confused as to why, but you’re too far in your own thoughts to pay it any mind; your head just sinks back into your arms as your forehead presses against the cold metal table beneath you.

“I knew it,” Felix smiles, his happy dance subsiding as he positions himself back down across from you. “I knew this fake dating thing was gonna work.

“Yeah well it really worked, because now I have feelings for a guy that’s never gonna reciprocate them for me.” Your tone is laced with sarcasm, a disappointing ring sounding off on each of your words. You’re too embarrassed to look at the boy sitting before you, worried that if you do all the emotions you’ve been holding onto for so long will spill over and stain your stone-cold image; one you’ve maintained for far too long.

But Felix is your best friend. The only one that you should be comfortable being vulnerable about your feelings for Jisung with; for some reason all you can’t bring yourself to be. Before you can get a grip on your emotions tears are streaming down your face and falling onto the cold metal surface under you in small puddles.

A sympathetic sigh leaves Felix’s lips as he tries to gain your attention, “Hey.”

Inhaling deeply, you face him – mascara strewn across your face in black streaks and eyes nearly bloodshot. You’ve held this in for far too long. Only a double would tire you out and exhaust you enough to cry on the clock. Thank god it’s a rainy day, no customers ever come in on rainy days.

Or at least, no customers usually come in on rainy days. It's not until you hear the bells on the front door ring that you’re wiping your eyes, whipping around to greet whoever was entering.

And then you see him, standing there as he shakes out his umbrella, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

And he sees you; mascara running down your face and tears staining your cheeks. He’s early. Your stomach turns at the sight of him, emotions not stable enough to handle carry a normal conversation like

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, worry dripping in his tone as your name leaves his lips. But you can’t face him right now, not like this.

Your feet move faster than you mind, standing up and rushing to the back to avoid him. Jisung doesn’t follow you, just stands there and watches you walk away, solemn and worried that he’s done something.

It’s not until Felix is rising from his seat and pacing over to him that he’s brought back to reality.

“Jisung...” he starts, hands coming up slowly to console him, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here right now.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” His lip worries between his teeth, eyes glossy as he stares at the door you just closed behind you. He’s looking at it intently, mind flooding with worry, wishing so badly that the door will just fly open, and you’ll tell him what was going on. In the back of his mind, he knows that you won’t, at least not for now. Talking about emotions has never been your strong suit, and chances of that changing at this moment are at an all-time low.

Felix is unsure how to answer him, caught in between not wanting to lie and keeping your feelings private. He can’t speak for you; but he’s scared that saying nothing could just make this whole situation worse.

His mouth gapes as he searches for a response to his question, lips opening and closing while he hums to himself.

The umbrella hanging from Jisung’s hand drops with a crash, starling Felix as he jumps at the sudden sound. But before he is even able to speak, the bell to the front door is ringing again, and Jisung is walking away into the pouring rain.

The next day you wake up feeling numb. You’ve received several texts from Jisung the night before, none of which you have the energy to reply to or even look at for that matter.

The guilt riddling your body has become too much for you to handle. You left work last night without even saying goodbye to Felix. He’s a good enough friend and coworker to know that what you’re going through is more important than working the counter at an coffee shop.

After Jisung left, Felix came back and let you know; he almost had to break down the door to the backroom in order for you to let him in. He told you to go home, get some rest and that you’d talk tomorrow.

But after waking up the last thing you want to do is talk about Jisung, it hurts enough just thinking about him.

Every time you thought about how your arrangement was supposed to end in just a few days you felt sick. You have worked so hard to open up just to build your walls back up again. And now you’re back at square one.

When you agreed to be Jisung’s girlfriend you did not expect to fall for him like this. He’s Jisung for god’s sake. He’s your personal diary, he’s the one who knows all the shit that nobody else does. And he’s the only one that listens to all the dumb shit you have to say that no one else cares about.

Feelings ruin everything. Love sucks, and you knew this before you agreed. You agreed under the circumstances that Jisung could show you that relationships could be fun; not under the circumstances that he would make you fall in love with him,

And the more that you think about it, maybe you were always in love with him. Maybe you always had these feelings for him, but they were trapped in the tight bonds of friendship that your subconscious never let you out.

But none of that even mattered now. The deal had to be off, and you need to distance yourself from Jisung before you are hurt any worse. The longer this goes on the worse that you are going to feel when it's all over.

How are you supposed to go back to normal after this? Like is Jisung thinking that showing you how amazing relationships are, you won't fall for him or something? Or does his true plan consist of making you fall in love with him, just to string you along like every other girl he's dated?

You’re trapped in the never-ending spiraling thoughts, soiling your image of Jisung with each new theory that crosses your mind. None of them are good. All of them paint him as a player, as someone who just used you.

But the little thump in your heart when you notice the sunflowers placed on your bedside table wants your mind to change. Your heart wants you to believe that Jisung feels something too, that throughout this arrangement he has seen a different side to you too – that he’s fallen for you just like you have for him.

It's a knock at your door that guides you out of your thoughts. The repetitive tapping at your front door that drags you out of bed. And when you check your peephole and it's no one else, but your small blonde best friend standing on your doorstep that has relief rushing through your system.

The door cracks open, Felix standing there with an umbrella in his hand – even though it was nearly 100º with clear skies.

“Why are you still in your pajamas? It's noon.”

Suddenly, he pushes past you and invites himself into to your living room. Plopping down on your couch, Felix makes himself comfortable as he waits for you to join. You spin on your heels, an exhausted breath leaving your mouth as you pace over to him, plopping down on the next cushion over.

“Why the umbrella?” Your brow furrows as he hands it over. You take it though, still confused behind the meaning of the object that you're holding and where it came from.

“It’s Jisung’s.”

You nearly drop it as his name leaves his lips. The name causes your stomach to tighten, mouth-drying instantly as emotions well behind your eyes.

“Why?” Is all you can mutter out. Why was he giving it to you, why is he here, and why did he have it?

“You need to bring it back to him.” He says sternly, his eyes locked on you as he waits for you to look back at him. But you’re too focused on the umbrella placed gently in your hands, tracing your finger over every wire and the soft rubber handle.

“I can’t.” Your words come out in a whisper, breath light and airy as you sigh, sinking your body back into the couch cushions. Giving the umbrella back to Jisung will mean that you have to go see him. And if you see him, he’s going to want to talk to you about last night, then question you about why you haven’t been returning his texts. No. You will not be giving Jisung his umbrella back.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his mouth gently, a sigh following it before he reaches for you, rubbing your arm comfortingly before continuing, “I think you need to talk to him.”

“Felix you know I can’t do that.”

You’re serious in your words. Not that you don’t want to talk to Jisung. You most definitely want to – and if you could, you would. But you can’t. There are too many emotions involved. The wound is fresh and seeing him would be rubbing salt right into it.

“Y/N,” he sighs, this time more forceful, like he’s trying to get something across to you but it's going right over your head. “Talk to him. Please.”

“You know I’m going to end up hurt if I do.” Tears well in your eyes as the words croak from your throat. It's dry and scratchy, full of fear and anxiety.

“I think you’d be surprised,” he mumbles, his eyes instantly widening on realizing the words that just escaped. Eyes wide with confusion, you’re begging him to go on, but if he does then Jisung won’t be the only one in deep shit right now. It's not up to Felix to tell you what he knows this time.

“What do you mean I’ll be surprised?”

“I have to go,” he stands instantly, motioning to the umbrella, “and you need to bring this back.”

With a slight ruffle to your hair, Felix is giving you a supporting smile and waving goodbye. And you’re left alone once again – just you and Jisung’s blue umbrella.

It takes a lot of courage to get ready today. You make sure to take your sweet time rummaging through your closet, flipping through articles of clothing for the better half of an hour. At the end, you opt to go with a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. There isn't enough energy in your body to put on anything else, and you know you’ll just want to curl back up in bed once you get home. Sweatpants are safe, and safe is just what you need.

No makeup today either. If things are anything like you’re expecting, your makeup will just end up ruined anyway. It's your better judgment to shower though, you’ve neglected to take one after work last night; opting to just bury yourself under your covers as soon as you got back. But today is a new day. And with a fresh shower and your comfiest pair of sweatpants, you are about as ready as you’ll ever be to get your heart broken into a billion pieces.

Umbrella in hand, you step out onto your front steps, relishing in your last few moments of ignorant bliss before making your way to Jisung’s. You immediately regret your wardrobe decision as the sun beats down on your frame, the humidity making you feel sticky and gross – your favorite pants are no match for this heat.

But you’re on your way to your destination anyway, the drive feeling longer and more drawn out than normal. Jisung didn’t live that far away from you, but the ride there still felt like an eternity with each theoretical scenario passing your mind.

Dragging your feet, you make your way to the front steps of his house. You’ve been here a million times, but today is different. From now on, every time you drive past this place all you’ll know is heartache.

You brush yourself off, taking a deep breath before bringing your hand up and pushing the doorbell. The sudden ringing sound startles you, even though you have every indication that it’s coming – you’re just too nervous and jumpy for your own good.

Footsteps approach the door, your stomach tightening more and more with the muffled pitter-patter of footsteps. You’re praying to God that it’s his mom, hoping that Jisung just so happens to be out – even though his car is in plain sight parked just a few meters away from you. Wishful thinking, you suppose.

When the door to his house opens, you struggle to maintain your composure. He’s dressed similarly to you; a pair of sweats and an old sports t-shirt that has definitely seen better days.

“Hi.”

His eyes are sunken in, dark circles dragging underneath his eyes and his lips pulled downwards. He looks like a sad puppy, his dark hair all scruffy and sticking up in each direction – probably from him running his hands through it so many times.

“I came to give you this,” you extend the umbrella out before you. He nods before taking hold of it, his hand far at the opposite end making sure not to keep his distance. The more you look at him, the more sorry you feel for dodging his texts. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink, and you’re afraid it’s all because of you.

“Oh...uh, thanks,” he struggles to make eye contact with you, looking down at the object in his hand.

It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and you can’t seem to find the words to say to break this strange tension between the two of you. He’s acting weird, shifting his weight back and forth but not moving away to close the door. His mind is racing once again – contemplating whether or not to just invite you in or leave it at that.

But with every aching bone in his body, he musters up the courage to lift his head, looking you directly in the eyes. Their dark like his, definitely from the lack of sleep you had the night before. Your mouth is turned downward too; hands fiddling together to try and distract yourself.

“D-Do you wanna come in?” He stutters, stepping aside slowly as he gestures towards his house. He suddenly worries when you don’t respond right away, taking a second to contemplate if this is a good idea or not. Ripping off the band-aid is never easy, but it needs to be done.

“Sure,” is the word that you decide on – hoping that it doesn’t make you seem disinterested or too desperate to talk. Maybe he’s just being kind though. Maybe it’s an empty offer, something that you say when you’re trying to be nice, but subconsciously hope that they won’t take you up on it. Like when you offer to share your food with someone, but you’re really hungry. You do it to be nice, not because you actually want to split the delicious looking burger and fries on your plate.

He leads you inside and to his bedroom. It looks the same as always, but it feels different. It still smells like him though, the comforting woodsy scent of pine and mahogany that he always reaches for. But that comforting scent is anything but comfortable. You’re frozen in place, unsure if you should sit on his bed and make yourself at home, much like every other time in the past. For now you just stand in the doorframe, waiting for him to tell you to take a seat, just like any polite guest would. A guest. You have never felt like a guest in his home before, or around Jisung in general. But that imaginary wall between the two of you is standing tall and sturdy, and suddenly the two of you are reverted back to being strangers.

You watch as he toys with something on his desk, his fingers dancing from object to object and sifting through papers to look busy. The point of it – unknown to you but to him, he’s buying time. Trying to think of the first thing to say, what to ask, or if you even wanted to talk. Maybe you only agreed to come inside to be nice. Maybe you were too worried about hurting his feelings if you said no. But alas, here you are, standing awkwardly in his doorway as he shuffles around his room, his brain flooding with thoughts – but his mouth can not form them into audible words.

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts.”

Your voice catches his attention, dropping whatever paper he’s looking at now and turning his gaze to you. You’re sunken into yourself, your chest thumping with anxiety as his eyes begin to wander your frame. Not in a ‘I’m checking you out’ manner though; more of a ‘you look so sad and I don’t know what to say to you right now’ kind of way.

It’s true though, he doesn’t know what to say – which is why he’s staring at you, hoping the right words would just pop up and he didn’t have to use any brain-power at all. He doesn’t want to say ‘it's okay,’ because it's not. You never ignore his texts, and that alone tells him enough about what's going on. You are upset at him.

“What did I do wrong, Y/N?”

His words sound accusatory but his tone is soft, gentle and full of worry. Eyes swollen and looking like they are about to fill to the brim with tears, his sight is focused on you; now not able to look away.

“I-I don’t know…”

Your answer is honest. You don’t know if his intentions are dirty. Yeah, that’s what you thought initially, but looking at him with such hurt written all over his face tells a different story.

Jisung is silent, unsure of what more he can do or say to make you talk to him. He can’t force you to open up, he never has and he never will – that’s always been his rule. Everything you’ve shared with him has been on your own terms and conditions. Jisung has always been here to be your listening ear, but he never prys.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His voice is soft, eyes full of sympathy as he holds himself together. Those were the words he has been looking for. Now the ball is in your court and you’ll have to be the one leading the conversation. It’s just what he needed to figure this shit out.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/N,” he sighs as he drops himself down onto the mattress, “I shouldn’t have to say this for you to know it, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You do know that. You really, really do. But this time things are different. Is he expecting you to just come out and speak your truth like there won’t be consequences? No, he won’t push you to tell him anything you don’t want to. But the worry in his eyes and clammy hands are begging for you to just let it out so he can stop being in the dark.

You sigh out an ‘okay’ before sitting down beside him.

Rip the band-aid off Y/N. Quick and painless.

His eyes narrow, almost to a squint, staring right through you in hopes of reading your thoughts. Your expression is nothing but blank as you try your best to gain some sort of composure. Do you just speak up and spill your guts? The words replay in your mind over and over until your thoughts are beat down and misshapen.

You can picture his face when you say it; disgusted with a trace of disappointment and some confusion spread into the mix. Or maybe he’ll laugh at how pathetic you were, catching feelings for your fake boyfriend.

That’s it. There’s no way you can tell him. It would be much easier to just get up and leave. Tell him to pretend like none of this ever happened and that you needed some time to cool off. A few months maybe, or maybe you could just ghost him entirely.

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your toxic thoughts, and his chocolate brown eyes bring you back down to earth. You can’t just leave him in the dust. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists. Things will be okay, right?

“Sorry, sorry,” you exhale deeply as you calm your thoughts; shifting the nasty scenarios out and accepting that whatever happens after this conversation is your fate.

“Jisung, I-I guess I wasn’t expecting this boyfriend-girlfriend thing we’re doing to go like this.”

His brow quirks at your words, confusion riddling his expression as his eyes narrow. With a tilt of his head, he’s pushing you to continue, visibly riddled with your choice of words.

“Swear you’ll be honest when I ask you this?” You question him, your hand moving closer to his as you lean in slightly. He’s like a magnet, you can’t help yourself from moving closer; even though the proximity of the two of you is clouding your thoughts and you can feel your heart beginning to swell.

He nods in response to your question, his eyes full of concern as he waits for you to continue, “Why did you ask me to do this thing?”

He knows that a question like this was coming, only if he could have prepared for it. But he didn’t, so his throat is left dry and scratchy as his mouth opens, only to stutter a bit before closing it back up. No coherent thoughts or words are able to escape his lips, just nonsense mumbling that caught himself off guard.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, regaining his composure before he can face you again. He agreed to be honest, and if honesty is what you want, honesty is that you’ll get.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all that he can say.

Oh no. This is exactly what you were expecting before you came here. He’s gonna tell you that he didn’t mean to mess with your emotions, that he felt you catching feelings and got carried away. That he’s sorry that he ruined your friendship and played you like a violin all at once.

“Me too.”

You don’t know why you’re apologizing, but you are. It feels wrong. Absolutely utterly, and undoubtedly wrong. Apologizing for your own feelings is not something that you are okay with. Especially when he made you fall for him like this. Okay so maybe thinking that is giving him too much power, but who the hell takes you out on dates for nearly 2 weeks straight just to laugh about it later. How can he expect you to not catch feelings for him? With his deep voice and fluffy hair that always hangs in front of his eyes, that little giggle he has when he finds something amusing. Everything about him was attractive. And you’ve fallen for it all. Hard.

“Wait, why are you sorry?”

A scoff escapes your mouth unintentionally, but it’s well deserved. “For being the idiot to fall for a guy that was playing her, I guess.”

You can’t look at him any longer, so your eyes fall to your lap, staring at your chipped nail polish and dirty fingernails instead of reading whatever dumb expression he has now. But if you just took a second to look up, you’d notice the widening of his eyes, how his fingers are beginning to shake and his mouth gape.

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me say it again Jisung, I don’t feel like sounding stupid one more time.”

“No no I heard you, it's just,” his eyes slam shut, angry at himself that he let things get this far without keeping you in the loop.

You’ve been telling him that you hate love for years now. After hearing it so many times, he’d just given up on the thought of you. Maybe if he said something before you went through all those shitty guys things could have been different. But he’s let this go on for far too long, and now you’re the one that was paying the price.

“Y/N I have feelings for you.”

Your neck nearly breaks with how fast your head snaps up. He’s the one looking away now, his cheeks a bit rosy as he tries to hide himself. He isn’t doing a very good job though, his hair is only shadowing his eyes and you can clearly see the way he’s nervously chewing on his lip; a cute habit you have grown fond of these past couple of weeks.

If he didn’t look like he does right now, you’d assume he was messing around. But you know Jisung. You know his small little gestures and what they mean by now. You know when he’s being serious and when he’s telling a lie. He can look someone dead in the eye and lie to them, but when he tells the truth, he becomes shy and worried that he’s said the wrong thing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask softly, gently reaching for his hand. The subtle contact makes him flinch, reacting by pulling your hand away. But his eyes meet your sympathetic ones, sparkling just like they always do, and he knows what he wants.

Jisung’s hand reaches back for yours, lacing his fingers through yours before giving your hand a light squeeze. “You hate relationships,” he chuckles lightly, the mood of the room instantly shifting as the laughter leaves his lips.

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you,” you correct him, but your voice comes across as just a whisper. He’s close enough to hear though, a blushing grin forming on his face as you shyly look away. His heart flutters when he hears it, a million butterflies erupting in his tummy all at once.

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you too,” he coos, his eyes wide and sparkling as he looks at you with such adoration.

Time moves in slow motion as his hand meets your cheek, your eyes look deeply into his chocolate ones as he moves in closer. As your eyelids flutter shut his tongue runs across his bottom lip, wetting the surface before closing the distance between you. Finally.

And in that moment you’re at peace. Everything you thought you’ve ever hated, love, relationships, and maybe Jisung for a hot second, are the only things that you long for. The 14 days don’t have to be over, and your days no longer have to be counted. When you’re with Jisung you’re happy, you’re comfortable, and you're confident that he can give you what you have always deserved – but have never gotten.

His lips move against yours in slow, languid motions, his large hands holding you close like he’s holding on for dear life. But you won’t leave even if you want to, not now, not after all this.

Slowly, Jisung shifts his weight and you move in succession. He’s laying you down on his bed, gently climbing over you without breaking the kiss. Things are becoming more heated now, you can feel it as his hungry lips devour your own. Your chest heaves up to meet his, your back arching off the mattress as his hands begin to scour your body. The heat pooling in between your legs is growing, an aching sensation overwhelming your core as your own hands reach up to rake through his long, fluffy hair. And you can tell he wants you too, the thin fabric of his sweatpants doing little to conceal the growing erection pressing against your thigh.

You can’t help but let out a steep moan as his hips begin to grind into yours. Needy groans fall past his lips and onto yours as you roll your hips upwards to meet his small ruts.

In a leisurely motion, Jisung’s body is moving upwards, his knee finding a place between your legs as he brings himself up to a kneeling position. You chase his lips the entire way there, sitting up straight to be sure the contact doesn’t vanish, too consumed by your need for him to leave his lips.

And then his needy hands are running along the waistband of your sweats, fiddling with the tie before breaking your heated kiss. “Is this okay?” His words come out in a whisper, his eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt, but all he sees is lust.

“Yes,” you confirm, out of breath from making-out for so long without coming up for air. The lightheaded feeling taking over you goes unnoticed though, and quite frankly you’re too caught up in Jisung to care.

Quickly, he rids you of your pants, looking back up at you for confirmation about your underwear. With an affirmative nod he’s removing those too, leaving you completely bare from the waist down as he stands over you fully clothed.

But soon he’s ridding himself of his own clothing, his shirt being pulled at the nape of his neck as he discards it across the room. He’s leaning back down to you, hungry for the feeling of your lips. He misses it, even though it's been less than a minute since he’s last felt your smooth lips on his.

You won’t open your eyes to see, but with the shuffling movements and shaky connection between your mouths you can tell Jisung is stripping himself of any remaining clothing he has on. He’s needy, unable to wait any longer to get down to business, he’s already waited long enough.

You’re the one who breaks the kiss this time, too curious to see what he’s sporting down below for your own good. But you are not disappointed once you see it – he’s long and girthy; the pigment a shade or two darker from his skin tone than the rest of his body. Your thoughts are wandering, wondering what it's like to have him inside of you; dreaming about what he feels like. Arousal pools at your core, mouth salivating as your daydreams linger.

“Like what you see?” Jisung chuckles. You barely notice that you’ve been staring, eyes wide and focused on the hardened dick before you, which is probably a bit uncomfortable for him.

“Sorry!” You cringe at yourself lightly, covering your eyes in embarrassment in fear that you just ruined the mood you’ve worked too hard to create.

“Don’t apologise,” he smiles as he grabs your wrists, moving them away from your round eyes. Scrunching your nose in displeasure, you catch your lip in between your teeth, mentally face palming at how weird you’re being.

He couldn’t blame you though, it was taking everything in him not to gawk at you. It was the first time you’ve seen eachother naked. Bathing suits did little for your imagination, not that you had even thought about Jisung this way before.

But he eases your nerves by coming down face level with you, reaching for your shirt and pulling it up over your head. You look at him with wide eyes, taking in each part of him as he caresses your body gently. He’s in awe of you like this. So relieved that you’re finally his, that he has you like this.

Nimble fingers dance down your body, landing at your core as he runs one up your slit, collecting your arousal on his fingertip. An impressed smirk grows slowly on his face, “I can’t believe you’re this wet already,” he hums. “All for me.”

His eyes remain focused on your center, devouring it with his eyes as his hands hold steady on your thighs. You can’t help but grow slightly embarrassed, dripping with arousal so early on though he’s barely touched you. A lump forms in your throat causing you to swallow thickly – this doesn’t go unnoticed by Jisung.

A concerned expression crosses his face, brow furrowing as he moves his hands upward to settle on your waist. “Hey,” his voice is soft, gentle and full of worry, “everything okay?”

“Just nervous,” you answer, a fake smile showing on your face to try and combat your own emotions.

It is no secret that Jisung is a bit more experienced than you are in bed. He knows that, you know that, and that is enough to turn you into a nervous wreck. Leave it to your own thoughts to ruin the moment.

“We don’t have to…”

“No!” Your voice comes out a little too eager, a bit loud, shocking Jisung. His eyes widen in response, body jolting from the impact of your tone. “No,” you say more gently this time, “I want to.”

You did want to – you just have to get over your own nerves first. Lucily, Jisung didn’t mind and was willing to guide you through it.

With a reassuring smile plastered across his face, he laces his fingers through yours. As you lock eyes, you nod him onward, giving him the go-ahead to continue. He moves languidly, his fingers moving back down to trace your slit once more. The sensation makes you tense, the nerves tingling through your body making it difficult for you to calm down.

But with a reassuring squeeze of his hand to yours, you’re taking a deep breath. Closing your eyes as you lie your head backwards onto his pillowcase. The smell of him consumes you, relaxing you effectively as his fingers meet the entrance of your core.

Shivers run through your body as he dips one finger inside. Your arousal acts as a natural lube, letting his finger glide gracefully into you. You gasp at the sensation, eyes rolling back into your head as he begins caressing your walls. His finger moves swiftly in and out of your core, his other hand still locked with yours to guide you through.

With your body finally relaxing, Jisung is able to add another finger into the mix. The extra pressure makes you shudder for a moment, taking a little to adjust to the greater size inside of you. Thankfully the mild discomfort subsides, and he’s able to pump his fingers in and out once more.

He’s making sure to watch each of your expressions, growing harder and harder just from watching your face contort in bliss. With each of his movements you bite down harder onto your lip, focusing on him and him only.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises as his thumb rubs circles over your hand soothing you. You can feel your heart swell at his words, heat beginning to rise to your cheeks.

In one swift motion, Jisung begins to separate his fingers, stretching your walls as his digits move in scissor-like motions inside you. “Fuck,” you mumble, hips jutting forward in reaction.

A steep moan leaving your lips as he brings his fingers back together, just to extend them once more. Your body is quickly getting used to the pressure, begging for more as you roll your hips.

He can sense that you’re eager from your movements alone. With one final squeeze, his hand is leaving yours. The empty feeling in your palm is unpleasant. But once you open your eyes and notice he’s using it to palm himself, his fingers groping around his length and beginning to pump slowly, that empty feeling is replaced with something else.

Your mouth salivates with desire, hungry for the feeling of him inside of you. He’s aroused you enough, and you’re too eager to feel him for your own good.

“Jisung,” you moan, “fuck me please.”

His cock jumps in reaction to your words, his chest heaving as his breath catches in his throat. Never in his life did he expect to hear those words come out of your mouth – but he wouldn't mind hearing it again.

“Hmm?” He hums, knowing damn well what you said but being greedy enough to pretend that he didn’t. You whine in response, your legs shaking on the bed in a mini temper-tantrum.

“Please,” you drag out, “please fuck me.”

Your words are music to his ears. He removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, grabbing the backs of your knees to pull you closer to him and hike your legs up over his hips.

“Anything for you.”

Complying to your wish, he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance. The feeling of his smooth head against your core is enough to make you moan, your head thrown back to expose the soft skin of your neck.

Jisung takes this as an opportunity to leave his own mark behind, leaning down to attach his lips to your skin. You gasp as his teeth graze your skin, his plump lips sucking harshly before his tongue is swiping over the area to soothe it.

But your eyes open once he’s beginning to pull away to look at you. His eyes are dark, full of lust mixed with adoration, a sigh of relief leaving his chest as he gazes down at you under him. There’s a lot going on in his head right now. Of all the emotions swirling around, the thing he’s most focused on is how lucky he is to have you.

And before you know it, he’s leaning down. Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, making you smile. One more kiss is left on your forehead before he's pulling back, securing the position of your legs on his hips.

And then he’s realigning himself with your core, pushing past your entrance and slowly descending into the depths of your pussy. He’s moving slowly, taking his time as he thrusts into you. The delicious stretch is unfamiliar, but it's not uncomfortable – like you were made just for him. A simultaneous groan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressing deep into you on a spot that’s gone untouched.

He hums a sigh of contempt before pulling back, only to rock his hips into you once again. Your velvety walls welcome him delightedly, soft whimpers leaving your lips once he bottoms out again.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his lips in a low grunt, the bones of his pelvis driving into your skin as he begins to pick up his pace. In reaction you clench down on him, orgasm beginning to loom overhead with each movement of his hips.

Desire fills your senses as you roll your hips over to meet his thrusts. His movements are slow and intentional, making sure to bottom out each time to watch you squirm over his dick. He loves how your jaw drops each time his tip presses against your g-spot, knowing just when he hits it each time.

Jisung’s teeth are barred, sweat gathering at his brow as his dark fluffy hair sticks to his face. He’s trying to hold himself back, the overwhelming urge to finish just in reach, but he doesn’t want to stop. So his hands roam your body to try and distract him, his palms caressing up the sides of your torso as your back bridges into him. The feeling of hot breath fans over your face with each sigh he lets out.

But the tightening knot in your stomach is threatening to snap with every movement of his hips. It's getting harder and harder to hold on with the power of his thrusts growing stronger.

“Jisung,” you whine, “so close” your hands find his back, fingernails dragging down his spine in attempts to ground yourself. Jisung’s face contorts as your nails pierce his skin, leaving lines of red scratches down the length of his posterior.

The stretch from his length and his rhythmic motions sends your senses into overdrive. Squeezing your eyes shut and grasping onto the sheets underneath you, you can taste the brink of your orgasm. Jisung is focused; his grip on your thighs strong and his face contorted with bliss. But all you can think about is how stupid you could have been if you had decided to just cut him out. What matters is that you’re here with him now, and the thought of that is enough to push you over the edge.

Your breath hitches in your throat, stomach twisting and turning as your pussy throbs repeatedly around his member. Emotions running high, three words almost slip past your lips, but with the small amount of strength you can muster up, you hold them back. Another time, some time that isn't so lust filled like this one.

Jisung’s thrusts are growing sloppy. His grip on your legs tightening as his lip is caught between his teeth. And with just a few quick thrusts, he’s coming undone inside of you. White, hot spurts of cum paint your walls, filling you up and making you feel so unbelievably full.

You’ve always felt close to Jisung – he knew everything about you and vice versa; but this time was different. The way his hands settled on your legs, bringing them down gently after finishing. How his eyes are becoming so soft as he looks at you, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. You’ve never felt closer to Jisung as you do in the moment. As his body collapses next to yours, pulling you in and holding you close as you recover from your highs, you’re completely at peace.

“Sorry I got carried away, I guess I should have asked if you’re on birth control still,” he laughs, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t worry, I am,” you chuckle alongside him.

Your naked bodies tangle together, his leg weaving its way through yours to be as close to you as possible. He’s intoxicated by you, closing his eyes as he rests against your body in complete bliss. Now that he has you this close he never wants to let go; and neither do you.

“Can I tell you something?” His voice is soft, whisper like but still holding confidence; his tone never falters.

“Anything.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Butterflies erupt in your tummy, your heart thudding in your chest as heat rises to your cheeks. He loves you. It's not that friendship kind of love anymore; it's the relationship kind. The same kind that makes your heart skip a beat and body riddle with every emotion in the book. The kind that keeps you up all night thinking about – but also helps you fall asleep, knowing he’ll be there in the morning.

And all of a sudden it seems so stupid that you were fighting those words back in the heat of the moment just a few minutes ago. He felt it too, you always knew that.

“I love you, Jisung.”

Being in love is a dumb concept. All guys suck, relationships are stupid and love is a social construct that you didn’t feel like conforming to. There was absolutely no one that you would waste your time on, until Jisung came around. What you had been looking for your entire life has always been right infront of your eyes – you were just too dumb to see it.

Maybe love is alright, after all.

↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous BTS fic Crush Culture.

#stray kids smut #han jisung smut #kdiner #kwritersworldnet #stayracha #kafenetwork #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #han jisung #jisung x reader #jisung smut #jisung fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #han jisung x reader #skz jisung fanfic #jisung fanfic

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early2000smovieimagines · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Danny Walker

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous/sorry about the wait, I had to get my hands on a copy of the movie)

(We’re just gonna pretend that Evelyn and him never got together, alright? Good. Also I’m not a historic genius so please don’t yell at me if this is factually inaccurate)

- You met Danny when you were stationed at Pearl Harbor as a mechanic. When Danny arrived at the hangar he was surprised to see you there crouched at the side of a plane with tools scattered around you.

- One of his friends caught him watching so he promptly informed him of who you were, making a joke about the two of you having to be “in close proximity”.

- Danny was immediately very nervous, he is so out of his element around new people… well new females, that he isn’t sure exactly what he should do. He stares for a little while longer getting caught by you in the process after which he all but runs out of the room.

- Every time he sees you in the chow hall or around the base he can’t help but sneak glances at you, so much so that the girls at your table start to take notice. Against your own will you’re led over to the handsome young man catching him completely off guard.

- Your “friends” introduce you between giggles. Danny can barely look into your eyes; his gaze just stays trained on the floor in front of him as opposed to the swarm of girls before him. He’s extremely uncomfortable but he manages to glance up and nod his head as a greeting complete with a tight lipped awkward little smile. You decide to relieve him of his torture and pull the girls away.

- Once you’re gone he curses at himself for not taking his chance but now that you’ve been “introduced” it becomes his mission to talk to you more. It starts with him greeting you whenever he sees you, then it evolves into mini conversations when you’re waiting in line for meals or working on one of the planes in the hangar, and finally he’s comfortable enough around you to just approach and talk like friends.

- You start to fall for Danny and well he’s absolutely in love with you but an army base isn’t the best place to get involved with someone so you try your best to just remain good friends. That goal doesn’t stick around for long after he shyly invites you to “see the harbor at sunset”.

- Listen I cannot think of a better first date than that so please; if you haven't already, watch that scene, if not the entire movie. It is quite possibly one of the most romantic things I have ever seen. Sorry that I’m cheating you out of a first date and kiss scenario but I don’t want to just rewrite what happens there.

- Lets just say everything went pretty much the same except you didn’t end up getting fully tangled in the hanging sheets.

- The next day he asked if you’d be his and you couldn’t help but say yes. The two of you can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day knowing that you’re finally together.

- No matter how much time you spend together he’s always so happy to see you especially when you first start dating. You can see just how much he loves you from the way he reacts to you being near.

- Visiting him at his base whenever you can.

- He gets downright giddy around you, it’s really adorable the way his eyes light up and the way he giggles. He just can’t seem to control himself, he’s just a little boy in love.

- A lot of caressing and nuzzling. He uses any excuse he can to touch you.

- He’s very soft with you.

- You can make him flustered very easily and he doesn’t know how he feels about that fact. His ears will turn red (you can always tell he’s nervous if he touches his ears, it’s a little habit of his), he’ll start to fumble with his words. If you touch his chest you’ll feel his heart pounding.

- Writing letters and notes when you aren’t able to see each other for a while.

- Beach dates.

- Sunbathing together.

- Watching sunsets although he spends a lot of the time just looking at you.

- Cuddling in his car.

- He lets you wear his pilot jacket.

- He thinks it’s cute when you wear his sun glasses. After the first time he saw you wear them he always offers them up to you with this cute little smile on his face.

- Teasing and joking with each other; your laugh is music to his ears.

- He carries a picture of you on him at all times.

- He sneaks you into his plane for a trip into the sky. He loves being able to impress you and share his love of flying with you.

- Getting to hear the history of places that you pass during your rendezvous in the sky.

- Helping him deal with his past and the trauma his father caused.

- Double dates with Rafe and Evelyn.

- Getting to hear all of his childhood stories. Him and Rafe both like to tell you about all the crazy things they did.

- Listening to his proud stories of Rafe when he’s M.I.A.

- Warm hugs.

- Holding hands.

- He’s more than happy to say he loves you pretty early on in the relationship. He’s faced with a lot of danger everyday and he doesn’t want to die without you knowing just how much you mean to him.

- He’s always ready to defend you honor.

- Nose kisses.

- Fixing his tie when it gets all crooked.

- Tugging him closer by his dog tags.

- He definitely gets jealous and depending on the situation he can either get a little aggressive or just deflate and sink in his seat.

- His best friends said it: he’s insecure. As much as you tell him that you love him he’s always going to second guess himself.

- And if you do want to keep your relationship a secret from, lets say your supervisors, then he’s going to feel kind awful about it even if he agrees on some level.

“I just don’t want everybody to know about us.”

“No, no, cause that would be embarrassing right?”

- Sometimes he’ll just agree with you no matter what he thinks which can be a good thing and a bad thing. He doesn’t want to fight with you but his actions may just lead to the two of you fighting anyway. It’s nothing you can’t resolve quickly and easily but it’s definitely something that will bother you in the moment. But don’t worry, the two of you don’t actually fight or argue all that much. You’re actually on the low side of the spectrum of couples arguing.

- Sneaking away from the base so that you can spend some alone time together.

- Being the first one to greet him every time he gets back from flying.

- He’s always ready to comfort you whenever you’re nervous or scared. Just whenever you need him know that he’ll always be there.

- He needs a kiss a day and thats an order.

- He loves when you touch him, just the softness of your hands and the emotion behind your caresses.

- Brushing away dirt and grease from his face after a long day at work.

- You’ll jokingly; and not so jokingly, tell him that he looks good in a wife beater and he’ll shyly chuckle while he tries to play off how happy it made him.

“Oh really now? Is that all I look good in?”

- He has you kiss his hand or wrist before he goes out flying or takes a trip somewhere. He likes being able to see your lipstick print on him whenever he misses you too much.

- He likes to lay his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck whenever you cuddle.

- He’s pretty damn strong and he likes to subtly show it off. Lifting you up with ease when he hugs or kisses you, carrying your bridal style, just happening to be in some state of undress while carrying some heavy box whenever you’re around.

- Getting gifted little weed like flowers that he’s able to pick for you before he meets you somewhere. Sometimes he’ll get lucky and manage to get away from the station long enough to buy you a proper bouquet. It’s worth the trouble when he gets to see the smile on your face.

- He treats you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

- After the war is over the two of you get married; you have kids and live a perfect little life together in a nice rural area.

- AND YOU LIVE A LONG HAPPY LIFE, A LIFE HE GODDAMN DESERVES.

#pearl harbor 2001 #2000s movie headcanon #2000s movie headcanons #2000s movie imagine #pearl harbor imagine #pearl harbor headcanons #pearl harbor headcanon #danny walker #danny walker pearl harbor #damny walker headcanons #danny walker headcanon #danny walker imagine

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lesbianoctoling · 6 years ago

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Agent 8 is crushing on Agent 3 hard and doesn't know how to confess to her. She then comes up with an idea to make use her poetry skills. But she might need some help??

A/N: I got...Really, really into this. I want to thank my lovely datefriend for helping me tho! They even wrote the poem and rewrote a few parts for me!! They have a fic on AO3 that you should totally read if you like my stuff, I’m just sayin...

Anyways, if you enjoyed this please reblog it and give it a kudos on AO3! And feedback is always appreciated! ♥

“Aww, Eight, that’s called a crush! You have a crush on Agent Three!”

“A… Crush? But I don’t want to crush her!” Agent Eight squeaked.

Pearl peaked her head into the living room where Eight was having a conversation with Marina.

“Not literally, Eight,” The inkling put a tray of drinks on the coffee table, “It means you’re in looooveee~”

Pearl’s teasing made Eight blush and turn away, despite not really knowing what she meant.

“Pearlie! Don’t tease her, she’s having a hard time…”

“W-what does crushing someone have to do with love? O-of course I love Agent Three, but I don’t…”

Marina cracked a smile and Pearl snorted.

“Oh, Eight, sweetie,” Marina put a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder, who lifted her head. “A different kind of love. You know how Pearl and I are?”

“Well uh, yeah…But ‘Ree and I are already kinda like that, so-”

Pearl took a seat next to her girlfriend, grinning wide. “Nah nah, you two are nothin’ compared to us—“ Marina elbowed Pearl’s side, “Er, I mean. Think of those cheesy movies you watch all the time. The ones with the kissing.”

Eight’s eyes widened and her face turned a bright shade of red, making Pearl break into a fit of laughter.

“I- Well I wouldn’t, I mean, I kinda want to, but I don’t…” Eight sputtered.

Marina giggled. “You should tell her. Sounds like you’ve felt like this for a long time.”

Eight buried her face in her hands. “B-But…”

Pearl’s laughter stopped abruptly, and she cleared her throat. “I’m pretty sure she feels the same way, kid.”

Eight peaked through her fingers. “Really? You think she would?”

“Oh, Eight, you have no idea. She looks at you like you’re the most beautiful cephalopod in the universe!” Marina said, clasping her hands together dramatically. “But we won’t force you to do something if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“But,” Pearl interjected, “Ya never know if another girl might just… Swoop right in, and take her.”

Eight lowered her hands and avoided eye contact with both of them, attempting to register what she was feeling and what she should do.

“Well uhm… What should I try to do then?”

Eight stayed up all night, brainstorming and writing all her feelings down. She woke up in an uncomfortable position on her desk, drooling on a notebook and paper.

She paused for a moment, looking out the window beside her. The sun was just rising and the sky was an orange-pink colour. When she realized what she was doing, she leaned back and stretched with a loud yawn. She then collected her scattered belongings on her desk.

In front of her was a piece of pink, cutesy expensive looking stock paper.

Scribbled on it was cursive inklish, accompanied by small doodles of an octopus and a squid surrounded by hearts and stars.

The octoling smiled to herself as she read it:

Yellow is what I saw when I came here,

It was the welcoming sun when I found my freedom

Yellow is in your eyes when you’re near

You make my heart beat quite like a drum

My heart unsteady, will I be ready?

To be in your arms, when the time comes

When I’m with you, I always feel steady

There’s a pull on my heartstrings, a melody strums

Normally, the girl had a talent for conjuring poems on a whim. She would take her journal almost everywhere she went, and wrote short poems about things she saw in Inkopolis or whatever was on her mind. But this poem wasn’t exactly like the others - it had to be perfect; she had to put her hearts into it and everything. Eight found herself staying up until 4 am in order to achieve this.

Agent Eight read it over and over in her head, rewriting it countless times in order for it to meet her standards. She read it out loud, adding in extra words or taking a few out. She tried to incorporate more rhymes but a few of them fell flat. Finally, she wrote one that she loved best.

Despite that, she felt a lump in her throat and her stomach twist in knots.

What would Agent Three think of it?

Would she even like it? Would she understand it? Is it not straightforward enough? Maybe she should add more hearts — or perhaps a flower or two. But what if Agent Three understood it and didn’t like it?

What if she ended up hating her or thinks she’s disgusting?

The octoling shook her head and pushed the negative thoughts away. She had to try at the very least. She was terrified, but she still had a chance according to Pearl — and Pearl always gave her good advice.

Pushing herself away from the desk, she set off to do her morning routine and text Agent Three (even if it did take her almost half an hour to press the send button), asking her if she would like to practice aiming in a private battle today.

She received a reply rather quickly, something she didn’t expect as Agent Three isn’t normally awake for another few hours. Eight wondered if this meant she pulled an all nighter again. She made a mental note to pester Three about this later.

She opened her messenger to reply to her friend.

E 7:23AM: Good morning! If you are not busy, do you want to play target practice in a private battle this afternoon? 🐙🔫

T 7:56AM: why is the octopus pointing the gun at herself

T 7:56AM: who gave her that anyways

T 7:57AM: thats dangerous

E 7:59AM: She’s holding it, silly. She wants to practice, too! 💪🏻🐙

T 8:01AM: o ok

T 8:01AM: what a determined octopus

T 8:01AM: determinpus

E 8:02AM: ? I don’t get it.

T 8:05AM: …

E 8:06AM: Oh! I get it now! lol!!!!

E 8:06AM: She is a determined octopus! You mixed the words together. You’re so clever. 😙

T 8:06AM: aaa

T 8:07AM: yes

T 8:07AM: anyways sure we can pb

E 8:10AM: Yay! What time? 🐙⏱

T 8:13AM: is an hour from now ok

T 8:13AM: i might turf after so

E 8:15AM: Yes, yess ! See you there! 🐙♥️

When Agent Eight closed her phone’s messenger app, she lifted a hand to find her cheeks burning and sore from blushing. Agent Three is just too cute and she felt so lucky. Everyone else found the inkling to be silent and intimidating, but in reality she was a huge softie that only a select few people got to see.

And she happened to be one of those select few.

Agent Three impatiently checked her watch as she waited outside the private battle lobby she reserved almost 10 minutes ago. In one hand was a suitcase containing her charger gear, and next to her feet was a duffel bag full of different outfits she thought would be useful.

It had been over an hour since her octoling friend asked to meet her there. She checked her messages and the time again. No, Three was on time. Why was Eight so late?

A bead of sweat dripped down the inkling’s cheek. The octoling was never late, and she was sure there was a logical reason for her to be this time, but what if —

“‘Ree!” Three heard from behind her, making her ears perk. Just before she could turn around, she felt warm arms wrap around her torso from behind. For a moment she stiffened, but as soon as she registered who was behind her her body relaxed.

“Ree, goodness, I’m so sorry I’m late!” Eight said, leaning back to look at Three – who had now turned her head to face Eight – but still holding onto her. She really had no sense of personal space.

“It… It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” With gentle hands, she grasped the octoling’s arms and free’d herself from the other’s grip easily. She swore she heard the other whine, though. “What happened? You’re usually early.”

“Oh, well I, ah,” Eight’s tentacles moved inwards and outwards, like they were trying to grab onto something as she spoke. “I got a little sidetracked after strolling past the new stores downtown! There was a comely little antique shop next to the new confectionery and —“ Realizing she was beginning to ramble and use words the inkling doesn’t seem to know, she slowed down. “I just got a little distracted is all, haha.”

“I see,” was all Three managed to comment. Eight’s rambling was absolutely adorable to her, especially when she got excited, so she really didn’t mind. “Do you want me to set it up?”

“Oh, right, yes, of course!”

The two stepped forward to the lobby’s station, with Three setting the battle up using a tablet beside the door.

“Do you want to play target first?” Three asked as she looked for a decent map, eventually settling for Sturgeon Shipyard. Their target practices considered of one person playing “target” on the alpha team, using a brush to zip around the map while the player on bravo tried to splat them with a charger.

“I always play target first,” Eight replied, followed by a giggle, “I want to snipe first this time.”

“Alright, then. Let’s get started.”

The two of them played for over an hour and it was clear they were both getting rather tired.

Eight was winning the nonexistent competition so far, getting almost 20 splats on Three every time it was her turn. It was a bit unfair, really — she had always been good with a charger, and she certainly knew how to use an e-litre.

Three, on the other hand, was clearly struggling and needed this practice far more than the octoling did. She was used to only really using one type of weapon: a standard splattershot, or maybe her heroshot. While she was talented with those weapons, she found herself fumbling with the charger and having difficulties holding it correctly.

The inkling was getting frustrated, and Eight had to make a move soon before the other called it a day.

But she had an idea. It was a mischievous one, sure, but she knew she could get a few giggles out of Three if she did it and initiated her plan at the same time.

Eight smirked to herself, slamming her inkbrush down in front of her and running just outside of the charger’s range. She stifled a giggle when she heard the inkling jump down from her perch to pursue her, not actually expecting Three to take the bait.

She ducked behind a wall on her side of the map, not bothering to hide in her ink. She had a death grip on her inkbrush, her hands sweating and shaking. Her plan was starting to seem like less of a good idea now, and all the potential negative outcomes flowed through her mind. She was so confident a moment ago, why was she now so afraid? She couldn’t wrap her head around her own emotions, but she knew she was starting to doubt herself. Despite this, she decided to ignore the rampant thoughts.

Eight took a deep breath and peeked over the wall. Three was in the middle of the map, aiming opposite of Eight’s position. She couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, Three looked so silly — she was supposed to be one of the strongest inklings in existence, yet she was completely unaware of her surroundings despite her serious, concentrated demeanour.

Of course, she still heard the octoling and spun around to shoot. Fortunately, she missed. Eight used this as a time to strike and ran zipped towards the inkling, zig-zagging away from her attempted shots.

She turned quickly and circled the other agent, once, twice, three times before slipping something in her pocket and darting away. She didn’t get very far before she felt a concentrated shot on her back and the world going black — and when she opened her eyes, she had respawned on the other side of the map.

Shaking off excess ink, Eight laughed nervously and ran back towards the middle.

“‘Ree, good job! You finally got me!” Eight giggled.

Eight’s heart stopped when she saw Agent Three standing still. Upon looking closer, she realized Three was already reading her note. She dropped her inkbrush and slowly approached the inkling, her feet like concrete and her heart beating in her ears. She could feel her arms shaking rapidly as butterflies formed in her stomach and flew all the way into her chest.

“Um… Three?” She squeaked as she finally stood close enough to her.

“Eight, what is this?” Three asked. The inkling seemed mildly confused as she gazed at the note, straightening it with her hands.

“Oh, ah, well, you see…” Eight stammered. Her tentacles began to contract rapidly as she searched for words to say, struggling as she did so. “You’re really important to me so, I thought maybe, I could—“

“It’s really nice.”

“—I could make something for you and — oh! It… It is?” Eight felt a wave of multiple emotions flow course through her body. She was relieved that the inkling didn’t seem upset, but she also had trouble figuring out just how the other may feel as well, bringing her a sense of excitement and fear to what Agent Three might say.

“Does this mean that you, uh…” Eight mumbled, trying to figure out Three’s thoughts.

“Well, it’s a pretty poem,” Three nodded. “You’re always so good with these. I don’t know if I really get it, but the little drawings are really cute.“

Eight’s hearts sank again.

She didn’t… understand it? Even with the pink cardstock, stickers, and little doodles she drew on it?

Eight felt like she was going to cry, but instead she took a deep breath.

“I uhm, Three…” She began, gently pushing the card out of Three’s focus. She made direct eye contact and felt her face heat up. If she wanted to get the message through, then perhaps she’d have to be straightforward. “I wrote it because I-I…”

She looked away and fumbled with the hem of her shirt. This was harder than she expected. Eight felt like there was something caught in her throat, unable to escape.

Suddenly she felt something warm touch her hands. When she looked down, Three had put her hands in hers. “Eight, are you okay?”

The octoling bit her bottom lip and looked back up, not exactly making eye contact this time but still keeping her attention focused on the agent.

“I have a crush on you, Agent Three. I really, really like you.”

Three’s eyes widened and Eight noticed her cheeks begin to flush red. She saw surprise, fear, and excitement shine through the other all at once. She wanted to back away and hide, and she attempted to do so, but Three gave her hands a reassuring squeeze.

Seconds passed, but they felt like years. Neither knew what to say or how to react, all they knew was that the air around them felt different, and now things were different.

Three was the first to break the silence, mumbling something Eight couldn’t hear.

“What was that?” She said, just above a whisper.

“I have…a crush on you, too.” Three repeated, looking away as her face turned a bright red.

Eight smiled. She smiled almost as big as she did when she first reached the surface. The inkling felt the same way, she didn’t think she was weird, she liked her too and now…

“That makes me so happy,” the octoling whispered, leaning her head onto the other’s. Three didn’t flinch or lean back, welcoming the act. She could feel the inkling’s nervous breath on her face. “You make me so happy.”

Three was overwhelmed with emotions. She wanted to play it cool, to act tough and not embarrass herself. But in reality, she wanted to skip and jump for joy.

“Wh-What now?” Three said.

“Well, uhm,” Eight’s eyes fell onto Three’s lips. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask,” Three smiled.

Eight found herself giggling, heat rising to her chest. She pulled Agent Three closer to her, closing the gap between both of them as they stared into each others eyes. Agent Three’s yellow reminded Eight of the sunset, warm and welcoming like when she first set foot in Inkopolis. And through Three’s eyes, Eight could tell she was trying to mask her shyness to no avail, making her heart swell with how cute the inkling was. It was just a few moments that they stared into each others eyes with hesitation, until Eight leaned in closer and finally pressed her lips against Three’s.

The kiss was a little awkward, but Eight could feel her heart bursting like a blaster shot. Even though their teeth clashed together and the kiss was overall messy (causing both of them to giggle), it was unlike anything the cephalopods have ever experienced before in their lives.

#Splatoon #Agent 24 #Agent 3 #Agent 8 #Pearlina #Pearl #Marina #Off the Hook #My writing #my fics #Prompts

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Thievery and Mischief- (a descendants/marvel crossover)

Ah, October. The best month of the year. Fall weather stars rolling in, the leaves start to change color, and Ben’s coronation is just on the weekend. Honestly, it’s also the worst day of the whole month too. Family Day. Where our parents come to visit us after their endeavors without us. For our parents, we decide to perform an acapella version of Be our Guest. Me, Lonnie, and of course Audrey, stand at the front to perform and Audrey whispers to Chad constantly.

“Hey, how's Jay?” Lonnie asks.

”I have no clue. He’s been pretty sad all day though. He was fine this morning though,” I say.

”You never told me what happened on your date,” Lonnie says cheekily.

Ben calls places and we get into formation.

”I’ll tell you later,” I say to her with a wink.

After we finish performing, I head over to my parents.

”Hi, ma. Hi, pa,” I greet with a soft smile.

My dad embraces me in a tight hug.

”You were a little sharp during the chorus,” Mom comments.

”Jaz, cut her some slack. She did wonderful,” My dad tells Mom.

She gives me a kiss on the cheek after I hug dad. Soon, Aziz appears.

”Hi guys, just had to take care of some tourney question from Eric,” Aziz says.

”Saw your guy’s win during homecoming. Who was that number 8 kid who got the assist?” Dad asks Aziz.

”That would happen to be my boyfriend,” I respond with a smile.

Mom and Dad’s eyes both change in shape.

”Boyfriend?” They question.

“Adri’s dating a VK,” Aziz says cheekily, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

Mom’s eyes widen in surprise. Dad just smiles.

”And who are their parents?” Mom says, crossing their arms.

“Does it matter though?” Dad adds.

”Yeah, loosen up, ma,” Aziz says, as swaggeringly as Dad does.

Mom rolls her eyes and waits expectantly for my answer.

”Okay...he may or may not be...the son of Jafar,” I say quickly, stuttering along the way.

Mom’s face morphs into anger.

”What? Are you absolutely kidding me?” Mom exclaims.

”But he’s cool, mom,” Aziz adds.

”That's...concerning. But if Aziz thinks he’s okay, then I think we should try and...open up to the idea,” Dad says to mom.

“Uh, fine,” Mom says, rolling her eyes.

I try and find Jay. I spot him by Ben.

”Can I borrow him for a second?” I ask Ben.

Before he can respond, I take Jay’s arm anyway.

”What’s wrong?” Jay says, noticing my nervousness.

”Okay, my parents may or may not want to meet you?” I tell him.

His eyes widen nervously.

”Don’t you think it’s a little too soon for me to be meeting your parents?” Jay asks, scratching his neck nervously.

”Aziz just couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” I scoff.

Jay laughs and pecks my cheek.

”I would be honored to meet your parents. But do they...?” He assumes.

”Yeah,” I say softly.

We eventually walk over to my parents and Mom stares him up and down.

”Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Jay,” I introduce.

”It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Jay says with a smile.

”Nice play last week. The whole match had me on the edge of my seat!” Dad says, extending a hand.

”Thank you, sir,” Jay says shyly.

”Please, call me Al,” Dad tells him.

Jay then turns to Mom.

”And you must be the Sultana. I’ve heard a lot of things about you, your majesty,” Jay says, taking her hand a placing a kiss on it.

”Your quite the catch, aren’t you?” Mom says.

I chuckle softly and Jay winks in my direction.

”Thats actually the same thing your daughter said to me when I first met her, your majesty,” Jay recalls.

“Did you?” Mom says, looking to me with a raised brow.

”What? It was the only thing I thought of,” I say shyly.

Mom laughs and turns back to Jay.

”You know what they say, like mother, like daughter,” Mom adds.

”Jeez, mom,” I say in embarrassment.

”Well she does have a couple of interesting traits that I assume she’s gotten from the both of you,” Jay comments.

”Nah, I couldn’t even imagine myself doing the load of things she does in a day. Compared to when I was her age, I was such a loser,” Dad says.

”You were a street rat, dad,” Aziz adds.

”I learned valuable things though,” Dad comments.

”Like what, how to steal the hoped diamond?” I joke.

”How to steal ladies’ hearts, if you get what I mean,” Dad says with a wink.

”Honey!” Mom exclaims, nudging Dad’s arm.

”And it still took you forever to get married,” A voice says.

I look over my shoulder and see Uncle Genie alongside Jordan.

”Genie! Long time no see old friend,” Dad says, approaching Genie.

Jordan gives me a side hug.

”You taking care of my girl, Jay?” Jordan asks Jay.

”She’s taking care of herself just fine, Jordan, but sure I am,” Jay says.

”Good answer,” Mom comments, listening to our conversation.

Jay chuckles a little at Mom’s comment and turns to me.

”Your family’s pretty cool. I don’t get why you argue so much,” Jay whispers.

”It’s because Jaz never wants my boy to be right,” Genie says, slinging his arm around me and Jay’s shoulders.

”Hi, uncle Genie. This is-,” I start.

”The lucky man who stole my niece’s heart! Jordan told me all about you,” Genie says, patting Jay’s back.

I glare at Jordan.

”Of course she did,” I say through gritted teeth.

”What? You know I gossip a lot,” Jordan says.

”Why do you trust her again?” Aziz says, joining our conversation.

”Because I'm chill?” Jordan assumes.

From the corner of my eye, I see Dad and Genie talking to Jay. I can feel Jay’s presence start to get nervous. I slide away from my brother and my cousin.

”Hi, can you not try and intimidate the hell out of my boyfriend? Thank you, love you,” I say, taking Jay’s arm.

”How’d you know I was-?”

”Powers,” I say shortly.

Jay nods in realization.

Soon, Jay goes back with Ben to play Croquet and I try to distant myself from my family. I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I turn and see my dad.

”Hey, what’s wrong?” Dad asks, sitting beside me on the garden’s bench.

”What did you tell Jay?” I ask.

Dad chuckles softly.

”I just gave them the whole protective dad thing,” Dad says.

I pinch the bridge of my nose softly.

”God, you guys never fail to embarrass me,” I say.

”Is that what you think of us?” Dad asks concerningly.

”Kind of,” I say shyly.

Dad holds out his hand for me to take.

I take his hand and he holds it.

”I know we’re not perfect but you’re the only daughter we have. Your mom might be rash sometimes but she’s always trying to help you. And I may joke around sometimes-“

”Sometimes?” I question.

”Okay, that might be an understatement but I seriously believe that if you're happy with Jay, it doesn’t matter if he’s from the Isle or if he is Jafar’s son. I was from the streets and your mother was royalty, and I still managed to capture her heart,” Dad says.

I lay my head on his shoulder.

”Why can’t mom be more like you?” I ask.

”Me and your mom both love in different ways, honey. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you or doesn’t love you any less,” Dad assures.

”Thanks, dad. For everything,” I say sweetly.

I pick my head off his shoulder and he kissed my forehead.

“Go and talk to your friends or something, enjoy your day off,” Dad says with a smile.

I hug Dad briefly and walk off into the croquet court.

I walk over to Lonnie.

”Let me guess. Your family gave the old familiar awkward conversation to Jay?” Lonnie asks.

”This was the worst though. Even if he did push through it,” I say.

Lonnie raises a surprised brow.

”Really? You know, I think your dad might actually like him a lot. Even if your mom might freak the hell out,” Lonnie comments.

”She already did,” I add.

Lonnie and I both laugh.

”So, tell me about your date,” Lonnie reminds me.

I smile, remembering the events.

”Well, he first took me on a motorcycle ride through the city. Then, we stopped by the enchanted lake and he covered the green house with violets and gifted me a instrumental track he made for a song I wrote him,” I say.

”Aww, that’s beautiful. But how’d he know you liked Violets?” Lonnie asks.

”Aziz,” I say shortly, rolling my eyes:

”That boy is always talking to Jay now. About Tourney, video games and you,” Lonnie says.

”Oh really?” I ask.

”Every first period in Algebra. Jay never shuts up about you,” Lonnie adds.

I smile softly at the thought.

“After he gave me the song, we talked a little bit,” I say.

”About what?” Lonnie asks.

”Everything. How we grew up, our families, and he told me how he felt about me and asked me to be his,” I say.

”That’s when he asked you? Damn, took him long enough,” Lonnie says.

”Why do you say that?” I ask.

”He had an obvious crush on you so he asked everyone what he should do for his date,” Lonnie says.

”He asked you?” I assume.

”He did. I mean, I am your best friend. Now, continue,” Lonnie says.

”Okay, we went swimming afterward. He had bought me this cute swimsuit for me to wear and can I just say...he’s hot as hell,” I say.

”Is he?” Lonnie asks.

”He’s probably fitter than Herkie if I’m honest,” I comment.

”But he’s a god?!” Lonnie exclaims.

”Anyways, we went swimming and he took me to this beautiful waterfall. When the sun hit it, the color of the water would change. Underneath it, there was little space to sit with a beautiful pearl stuck in the walls. There he told me how he managed to plan the date and he...noticed my scars. I told him about what happened during fencing with Aziz and he...kissed every single one,” I say shyly.

”Oh shit. Did he get intimate?” Lonnie asks.

”He then asked me about my stretch marks and my birthmarks. And he kissed those too. But with my birthmarks, he told me he believed the past life fable and told me he wanted to be my partner. Then...he kissed me,” I say.

”No fucking way. You guys made out under a waterfall? No wonder why you had a missing spot when you covered your hickeys up,” Lonnie comments.

”Are you kidding me?” I say.

Lonnie laughs and I blush in embarrassment.

”I didn’t just have them on my neck you know,” I mutter.

Lonnie’s eyes widen.

”Tell me everything,” Lonnie orders.

”After we finished making out, the sun started to set and we watched the waterfall reflect the sun. We packed everything up, got dry and went back to the dorms. When we got there, he said good night and I thought that was it...but something told me to go after him. So I did. And I kissed him again but this time it was so much rougher. He pinned me against the wall and made out with me and then we went to my room and...he officially took my v-card,”I say.

”Holy shit! I knew it, no wonder why the Tourney team hyped him up at lunch the next day,” Lonnie says.

We both laugh.

Suddenly, people start gathering around our area.

”Whats going on?” Lonnie asks.

I see Queen Leah with Mal next to her.

Shit.

I walk over to the scene to try and get a hold of what’s going on.

”Maleficent is back on Isle. This is her daughter, Mal. Don’t you remember my proclamation to give the new generation a chance?” Ben says to Queen Leah.

”A chance to what, Ben? Destroy us? Come on, you remember don’t you? The poison apples, and the spells? My daughter was raised by fairies because of your mother’s curse. I missed her first steps, her first words...I missed it all!” Queen Leah says angrily.

”I’m so sor-“ Mal starts.

”Get away from her,” Chad says, cutting her off.

”What the hell’s your problem, Chad?” I ask him.

”Don’t do this,” Ben says to Chad.

Chad scoffs, staring at me and Ben in disgust.

”They were raised by their parents, what do you think villains teach their kids, huh? Kindness? Fair play? No way,” Chad says.

”You stole another girl’s boyfriend,” Chad says to Mal.

”Hey!” Ben exclaims.

”You enjoy hurting people,” Chad says to Jay.

”That's not true!” I exclaim.

”And you, you’re nothing but a gold digger and a cheater,” Chad says to Evie.

Evie pulls out her mirror.

”Mirror, mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?” Evie says, turning it towards Chad.

It shows a reflection of himself.

”What? No way,” Chad scoffs.

Jay steps you and grabs Chad by the shirt.

”Back off, Chad. Back the hell off,” Jay says angrily to him.

Evie then sprays something at Chad. It’s a sleeping potion. Jay lets him fall back into sleep and grabs Evie’s arm. The VKs all walk off.

“Evie did something to Chad!” Audrey exclaims trying to wake him up.

I sit and watch as Lonnie and Audrey try to wake him up. I look to my parents and see as they disapprovingly nod.

God damn it.

”Adri, can’t you do something?” Audrey asks me.

”The venom in my nails should do the trick but his body will be numb for a little bit,” I say.

Audrey nods and I bend down to scratch his arm with my nail using my tiger shapeshift.

Chad wakes up immediately.

”What happened? Why am I numb?” Chad asks.

”I saved your life, idiot,” I scoff.

Audrey thanks me and I roll my eyes. Our school bell rings and we all walk to the cafeteria for lunch. Lonnie and I both pick up trays, walking side by side.

”What now?” Lonnie asks.

”Chad’s such an asshole. I wish more people knew how terrible he was to me. After this, everyone’s gonna be afraid of them I bet. Which means they’ll probably drag me under too,” I say.

Lonnie places a hand on my shoulder as I pick up my plates of food.

”I won’t let that happen to you. I promised you,” Lonnie says.

I smile softly and we walk over to the Royals table.

I see Jay stare at me as I sit with the other Royals. He looks sad and almost disappointed.

“You know it’s almost funny to know that they even tried to associate themselves with Royal society,” One of the girls says.

”I knew they were bad new the minute they walked in,” Audrey adds.

”Oh please, you’re all obsessed!” I exclaim. Everyone at the table stares at me then laughs.

”How would you know? You’ve been busy this whole time making puppy eyes with Jay,” Ruby, Rapunzel’s daughter says.

”Are you kidding me? Before he even asked me out on a date, you were all throwing yourselves into him before the Tourney game,” I add.

”I didn’t not!” Ruby gasps, putting down her cup of tea.

”It was so apparent, Ruby,” Lonnie says, defending me.

Ruby huffs and sips her tea.

”Adri, what do you think about the VKs? You seem to enjoy their company especially after quite an intimate date with Jay,” Audrey asks.

”Excuse me?” I ask angrily.

”Or did the whole Tourney team lie about you getting close with Jay?” Audrey asks.

Chad laughs at Audrey’s additional comment.

”What’re you laughing at, Chad? You jealous that I at least found a guy who had the balls to take me out on date without calling another girl?” I ask.

Chad’s smile drops.

”Oh? I was just thinking about how detailed Jay was when he talked about your little ‘date’. It would be a shame to tell your parents that their daughter was in love and very intimate with their enemy,” Chad says maliciously.

”And would you know about love, Chad? The only love you feel is from watching people suffer,” I scoff.

”That is not true!” Chad exclaims.

“Then stop lying to everyone about what happened at Ben’s stupid party and fess up about how much of a man you really are!” I exclaim.

The whole table goes silent. Chad continues to eat his lunch silently. I can feel the fear radiating off of his aura. He’s scared of me. He’s scared of the truth.

”Audrey, you asked me what I think of the VKs? My only answer is this, we’re all the same people with the same issues, standards, and emotions. They’re exactly the same as we are, if not better,” I say.

”I agree with that statement,” Lonnie says. I wink in her direction as she defends me.

”Jane, come with me to throw out my lunch,” Audrey says, staring at me up and down before turning to leave with Jane at her side.

“That was awesome,” Doug mutters.

I smile softly and continue to eat my lunch. I see Chad give me a side eye and bite his tongue in embarrassment.

“You gonna talk to Jay?” Lonnie asks me in a soft tone.

”Lonnie, can you please shut up?” Chad says frustratedly.

”I’m sorry, Prince Charming, but your just petty because my best friend embarrassed you in front of your pity girlfriend,” Lonnie scoffs.

Chad doesn’t respond and ignores her.

Suddenly, I feel my phone buzz. It’s a text from Jay. I look up and see Jay staring back at me.

”I’m so sorry,” The text reads.

”None of this is your fault. Chad is just being an asshole as usual,” I respond.

”Thanks for sticking up for us,” His new text reads.

Rather than texting him back, I look up and face him. He lifts his head up afterwards and smiles softly. I smile back in response and give him a wink.

Soon, Ben checks up on the VKs. They’re all silent at their table. Doug tried to talk to Evie but Chad calls him back in an angry fit. He’s just mad that I insulted him regarding our past relationship. None of us like talking about it and when I included Jay’s name, it must’ve set something off in him.

Soon, Audrey and Jane return laughing.

“How long does she think that's gonna last? Mal is just the bad girl infatuation,” Audrey comments as they walk toward their table, hovering over Mal.

”Yeah, I mean he’s never gonna make a villain, a queen,” Jane says and they both turn to our table, and everyone except me, Lonnie and Doug laugh. I see Mal swish her fingers in a spell shape. I look over and see Jane’s normal hair return, everyone looks at her in disgust. Lonnie looks down and checks her hair too to see if it changed.

”There's more than where that came from,” Mal says, coming to our table.

”Who do think you are?” Audrey asks.

”Do you think I’m kidding?” Mal asks. She whips out her spell book and Lonnie grabs me and Chad so we can leave the table.

”What’s wrong with all of you?” I mutter.

”Not now, Adri,” Lonnie says, dragging me off.

“Watch, tomorrow everyone will just all be friends and forget this bullshit ever happened,” I scoff.

Lonnie sighs and puts me in a hug.

”You’re so right. But these other royals are used to their ideals and standards. They’re so self-absorbed that it hurts. But Chad has absolutely no right to spread lies about you or anyone else about what’s your business,” Lonnie says.

”It hurts that I can’t win in love. Hell, I don’t even know if Jay really loves me,” I say hesitantly.

Lonnie takes my hand and I turn to face her directly. Her eyes are caring and kind. The same Lonnie that I turned to every time when I needed help.

"Adri, there's no denying that Jay loves you. Otherwise, he would have considered continuing his heartbreaker attitude to get other girls attention. But no, he decided to go on a date with you. Decided to learn the things you like. He decided to talk to you about who he really is and committed to an actual relationship with you. To me, that proves just how much he loves you," Lonnie replies honestly.

I think for a minute. Her words are as true as ever. Since the day I met him, he's been interested in only me. Sure, he does flirt with other girls but it's true. He learned about me, my interests, and made me feel happy by taking me out on a date to help me see a different side of him without casual conversation. It was an intimate experience built for only me to see. That's probably why I trusted him when things went further, and when I introduced him to my parents.

"Thanks," I say to Lonnie, turning to face her again with a smile.

Lonnie ushers me away and I go back to the dorms.

I walk towards Jay and Carlos's dorm and I hear voices coming from the other side of the oak door.

"We get the wand and leave. Jay gets the limo, Evie sprays the driver asleep, and Carlos gets the barrier open. Our parents are counting on us," Mal says to the rest of the group.

"You want to break Ben's love spell?" Evie exclaims.

My eyes widen, "They spelled him?" I think to myself.

"Yeah. You know I've been thinking, you know, when the villains do invade Auradon and begin to loot and kick everyone out of their castles and imprison their leader and destroy everything that's good and beautiful, Ben being in love with me just seems a little extra...cruel," Mal says hesitantly.

"M?" Evie asks softly.

I can feel the tenseness in the air.

"This is our one chance to make our parents proud of us, we can't mess this up," Mal says finally.

Evie, Carlos, Jay's aura's all change to fear, sickness, and depression. It's so strong that I'm even scared for them. After, today's events everything for them has changed drastically. I just feel pity and sorrow for all they have to go through. I start to head to my dorm, when I get a text. I pull my phone from my pocket and I see it's from Jay.

"Can we talk?" The message reads.

"Sure," I say dryly.

I turn around and I head to the courtyard, sitting under the tree I spent most of my days under. Jay appears moments later.

"Is it true?" I start.

"Is what true?" He asks confusedly, taking a seat next to me on the grass.

"That you're only leaving to bring the wand back to the Isle," I cringe.

Jay's eyes widen and his body tenses.

"How much did you hear?" Jay asks hesitantly.

"Does it really matter? What matters is that you lied to me! You lied to me about Mal and Ben, you lied to me about you leaving and guess what this hurts! This all hurts! To be lied to by someone I trusted with my life and to see them suffer because they don't know how to say it!" I exclaim.

"Wait, how do you know that I'm scared?" Jay asks.

"It's obvious! You literally admitted to me that you were happy here. And every time you talk about your dad your tone changes. I saw that look in your eye in the kitchen when I talked about my mom. I saw that moment of hesitation when you talked to my parents and how nervous you got around my dad and my uncle when they spoke to you, right? You don't want to leave and be evil because you'd be leaving the people you love. That's what you told me on our date. I realize now that you were talking about me. And like I told you on that same date. Don't let other people decide who you are. You can be good. I see that. Because if you weren't good, you wouldn't have the capability to love me in the ways you do," I say to Jay, speaking sincerely. After I speak, I could barely notice that I had tears coming from my eyes. My eyes are probably morphed into my tiger for by now. Jay looks directly into my eyes, shocked by my appearance. But then he stops to think. Jay takes in my words deeply, thinking in such deep thought. His eyes have a light glaze to them now.

"Why are you always right?" Jay chuckles softly through sad eyes.

I laugh and lean over to kiss him. Our lips touch softly. Compared to the other times we've kissed, this kiss was full of emotion. Sweet, soft, gentle, and kind. Something I never expected from him. I part the kiss after a couple of moments.

"You're an absolute idiot you know that?" I tell him.

"You are too for not realizing I said the first I love you," Jay says.

I laugh softly, and he looks and me with admiration in his eyes.

"It was subtle!" I say.

"Nice save, dumbass," Jay says, recalling our last conversation under the tree.

"Thanks for noticing," I reply in the same fashion.

We laugh in unison, then Jay stops and pushes a hair behind my ear.

"You've been right this whole time, you know that? So, what do you think I should do?" Jay asks.

"Please, try and convince the others. They need to realize that all they need to be happy is right in front of them. They'll understand if they know what's best for them," I say sincerely.

Jay pecks lips shortly.

"God, I love you," Jay says in a chuckle.

"I love you too," I say softly.

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It's Coronation day at last! I wear this beautiful dress pin.it/5TcjfhI

I wonder how Jay feels as I do the final touches of my hair and makeup. I head out to the door where everyone is dressed up and heading down the stairs to their limos. I meet my brother down at the end of the stairs.

"You look nice!" Aziz compliments.

"You don't look to bad yourself," I say playfully.

"Hey guys, you ready for this coronation party?" Jake says strutting towards us.

"I'm scared out of my fucking mind right now, so do you mind?" I say sharply.

"Damn, is being an advisor really that serious?" Jake asks.

"Essentially, she has to carry out all of Ben's proclamations and duties," Aziz explains.

"So, you run the whole kingdom?' Jake asks.

"In a literal sense, yes. But in status, no. You can just say I'm the brains and beauty of the operation," I said snarkily.

"No doubt about it," Jake says flirtatiously.

"Hey, do you mind not trying to take my girl?" Jay says appearing from the other side of the room.

"Right. Sorry, man," Jake agrees nervously, afraid that Jay might do something to him.

"Hey, babe," I say shortly, kissing him on the cheek.

"Looking strikingly beautiful as always. You nervous?" Jay asks.

"I mean I'm about to get the biggest job of my life handed to me in one fall swoop so, maybe," I say.

"Didn't you just say you're scared out of your mind?" Aziz corrects.

"Your right, I lied," I mutter in defeat.

Jay puts an arm around my waist and kisses my forehead.

"You'll be perfect. Besides, you've already got enough skills and beauty to prove how good you are," Jay compliments.

I roll my eyes and smile softly at his comment.

Carlos comes towards us.

"Hey guys, we gotta go now. The limos are here," Carlos reminds us.

The boys gather themselves leaving me and Carlos alone.

"Did you do that just so you could talk to me?" I ask.

"Maybe," Carlos replies.

Me and the gray-haired boy laugh.

"I know we don't talk much but, Jay has told me a ton about you," Carlos says.

"That's natural. You're his best friend, he talks about you and his's experiences all the time in Biology," I add.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah, he tells me pretty much everything," I say.

Suddenly, my mind wanders back to their plan for today. This is my chance to convince Carlos.

"You know, Jay is kinda tough. It takes him a little bit of a push to help him open up," I say.

"From what I've heard you're the only person who's done that and successfully come out without a black eye," Carlos comments. I giggle at the notion.

"But he hesitates a lot, there's still somethings I don't know too much about him but one thing that I do know is that he doesn't know what direction to take in times of struggle. And to make the right choice, I tell him not to let other people decide what's best for him. What do you think about that?" I ask.

Carlos thinks for a bit.

"Well, if I'm honest, I agree with you. Though I kind of struggle with it myself. My mom used to order me around a lot so...trauma," Carlos says.

"Same here! Always so pushy, right?" I comment.

"Too pushy. But as far as Jay goes, he's pretty hard to convince sometimes if he doesn't have any purpose or interest in something. But when it comes to decision-making, he struggles because he's also pressure by his dad to do the things he expects of him. It's as simple as that," Carlos says.

I can feel the sincerity in his voice.

"You know, no one should ever have to come across anything like that. Hell, I've been through it enough times that eventually I had to let go and decide for myself what I wanted to do," I say.

"When'd you realize that?" Carlos asks.

"When I met Jay," I reply.

Carlos smiles at my comment.

"He's my best friend and I care about him a lot. So, if you ever need help when things get difficult, just know I'm here to help," Carlos says.

I smile softly at his words, taking in the kindness of his offering.

"I should go, by the way, you look cute," I say, walking towards the exit. Carlos smiles as I walk away towards the limo.

"There you are! Come on, let's go," Aziz says. I'm hauled into the limo and we drive to the cathedral. There's a blue carpet lined out for us with press lining the barricades.

I step out, careful not to trip and I walk onto the carpet, strutting as I walk. I stop in front of the first row of cameras. The press call my name to alert my attention. I can hear Snow White reporting on everyone else's outfits. As I reach her, she announces my name.

"Adri! It's so nice to see you, darling. Who are you wearing tonight?" Snow White asks.

"I'm wearing a look from Versace's upcoming spring line," I say.

"It looks absolutely beautiful on that figure of yours! Now I have a couple of questions, your hiatus from social media has sparked many rumors among the music industry, are there projects of any kind that we can expect in the future?" Snow White asks.

HOW THE HELL DO I RESPOND? I should've called my publicist before this. I wasn't aware that people actually streamed my music.

"Well, now that my music is more mainstream currently, I have a couple of projects that I could finalize and release. By the way, I'm going to start returning to my socials to catch my fans up on my life and on my art," I say.

"Any albums we could expect to hear?" She asks.

"Possibly, I might have to cook a couple of things up but hopefully I'll have a new release soon," I respond.

"Thank you so much, Adri," Snow White finishes, and I continue down the carpet. As I walk down the carpet, I spot a group of boys at the end of the carpet. Hold on...is that? HOLY CRAP BTS IS HERE?????

I walk quickly down the carpet, I tap the shoulder of the tallest member, my good friend Namjoon.

"Adri? Oh my god, how are you?" Namjoon exclaims. He hugs me tightly.

"I'm good! Annyeong!" I say turning to greet the other boys.

They realize that I'm beside Namjoon and all come to greet.

You might be asking how I know them. Well....to be honest, I wrote a couple of songs for them with Namjoon as my partner. He's actually the person who taught me how to write in the first place, and I composed a couple of their tracks with the help of Yoongi, Lonnie's cousin.

”You nervous?” Jungkook asks me.

”Yeah, it’s like the biggest job of my life and comes with tons of responsibility,” I say.

”If it’s anything like being an idol, you’ll be just fine,” Taehyung says.

I laugh and roll my eyes.

”It’s not that simple, Taehyung,” I say.

”Just loosen up! If anything you’ll mature a little more,” Jin jokes.

”You do know I’m the same age as Jungkook right?” I ask Jin.

”Whatever,” Jin brushes off. I laugh at their actions.

”Hey, if you need anything just text me,” Namjoon says. I nod in agreement and carry on.

I continue and see familiar faces everywhere, my mom’s friends, my dad’s friends, my co-workers, my friends, my family friends. And I end up inside the cathedral next to the one person who helps me out the most.

”Brendon!” I call out.

Ah, yes. Brendon Urie, my co-worker, family best friend.

”What’s up, tiger!” Brendon says.

“Nothing much, just literally about to die inside because of the most important thing in my life,” I say.

”You should’ve called your publicist...” He assumes.

”I know! They asked me so many questions about my music and people keep asking me about my new position as advisor and I don’t know what to say half the damn time,” I say, letting out all my frustration.

”Your gonna suck,” Brendon says.

”Wait what?” I turn to face him confused by his words.

”Your gonna be terrible. Your gonna stumble like usual and stutter. Then your gonna cry and run off like you usually do. You're gonna absolutely suck when you have to confront all these people who have their eyes not only on Ben, it on you as his representative, and your gonna suck because your gonna be a big ‘ol wuss about the situation. Do you want to be a wuss?” Brendon says.

”No,” I say softly.

”Then go suck. Suck with pride,” Brendon says.

I laugh at his confrontation speech.

”Now, that’s a creative way to get me to loosen up,” I say.

”You’re so picky on yourself even when you tell other people not to. It sucks and I know that. You’ve got ambition, that’s all it takes,” Brendon says.

”Thanks,” I say softly.

”Knock 'em dead, kid,” Brendon says.

I squeeze through the people and end up towards the from next to Lonnie. Audrey and Chad link arms and look at me with a scowl on their faces.

”You’ve got no date?” Audrey asks.

”What do you mean? My date’s right next to me,” I say, linking arms with Lonnie.

Lonnie laughs at the situation and I snicker.

”I thought you were coming with Jay?” Lonnie asks.

”Sure, he did ask and I did say yes. But right now he’s occupied. So we’ll probably see each other at the after-party,” I explain, pointing up to the balcony. Jay spots me and waves. I smile and wave shyly.

”You know he’s been staring the whole time,” Arabella says, coming from behind us.

”Really now?” I ask, raising a brow.

”He’s probably jealous that you were talking to the Bangtan boys and Brendon,” Arabella says.

”You a spy now, Bella!” Lonnie asks.

”What? I’m observant. I’ve got a sailor’s eye,” Arabella says.

”Good, keep tabs on him,” I say as I think.

Arabella turns to me confused.

”I want him to be jealous. It makes the party more satisfying,” I say with a smirk.

”Oh...I get what you mean,” Arabella realizes.

Lonnie now turns to me with the same expression Arabella had before.

”I don’t get it,” Lonnie says.

”I’m gonna make him jealous so he could show me if he’s as possessive as I think he is or not,” I explain.

Lonnie nods in understanding.

”But didn’t you say he asked about Jake and Aziz when they-“

”Yes, he did. But that was just an assumption of interest, but we’re dating now. Even if it isn’t completely public, I just want to see how he acts under pressure,” I say.

Suddenly, the chorus starts, and the trumpets are sounded. I see Mal escorted in by us. I wave to her and she waves back with a smile on her face.

“You look hot,” She mouths to me.

I giggle and roll my eyes.

We all turn to face the doors as they open. Ben walks through them and we all bow as he passes.

Fairy Godmother starts by taking her wand from the case and starts to say Ben’s vow. Ben agrees to the bow but before he’s christened, Jane takes the wand from her mother’s hand.

Everyone turns to face the girl who exclaims,” If you can't make me beautiful then I’ll have to do it myself!”

Mal rushes towards her face fights the wand out of her hand.

Evie, Carlos, and Jay appear and stand by Mal.

”I knew it!” Audrey exclaims trying to approach Mal.

I step in front of her.

”Do you want to get hurt?” I say, holding her back.

Audrey hesitates but eventually hides behind me.

Me, Lonnie, and Arabella step in front of the group behind us as self-sacrifice protection from the wand.

”Mal, give me the wand,” Ben calls to her.

”Step back!” Mal exclaims.

”Revenge time,” Jay says, hesitating.

Lonnie turns to face me, searching for a reaction.

Sure, I’m hurt by his words but all that matters is protecting these people. Suddenly, he turns to look at me. His eyes, plead almost whispering “I’m sorry”. And I nod.

”You really want to do this?” Ben asks.

”We have no choice our parents-“ Mal starts.

”Your parents made their choice. Now it’s time for you to make yours,” Ben says.

“I think I want to be good,” Mal hesitates, relaxing her body.

”You are good,” Ben says.

”How do you know that?” Mal asks with fear in her voice.

“Because I’m listening to my heart,” Ben says.

The group relaxes. Mal thinks for a minute and turns to face her friends.

“I want to listen to my heart too. And my heart is telling me we are not our parents. I mean, stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Tourney, Victory pizza with the team and going dates makes you happy,” Mal starts turning to Jay.

”Yeah!” Jake says from the middle of the crowd. Everyone snickers.

Jay grows a blush on his cheeks and then turns to look at me with admiring eyes.

He smiles softly and winks in this direction.

Mal continues.

“And scratching Dude’s belly makes you happy, who would’ve thought?” Mal says to Carlos who holds Dude, the campus dog in his arms.

”And you do not need to play dumb to get a boyfriend, you are so smart,” Mal says to Evie.

”And I don’t want to take over the world and be evil. I want to go to school and be with Ben. Because that makes me happy. Us being friends makes me happy,” Mal says.

Mal puts her fist out in a huddle.

”I choose good, guys,” Mall says laughing through her smile.

The rest of the group hesitates. Mal’s eyes fill with worry until Jay steps forward and put his fist in the huddle too.

”I choose good, too,” Jay agrees.

I smile at his action and he turns to face me again and winks at me this time.

I roll my eyes at his action.

God, I love him.

Eventually, the rest of the group including Ben agrees that the VKs will stay in Auradon and everyone claps.

Until a green cloud of smoke covers the cathedral. Everyone takes cover until the clouding stops.

”I’m back!” Maleficent says revealing herself among the smoke.

We all look at her in shock.

”Go away, mother,” Mal says exasperated by the situation.

”Oh don’t be ridiculous, just give me the wand,” Maleficent orders her daughter.

The Fairy Godmother starts to cast a spell but then times stops.

I feel nothing, see nothing, I can only breathe. So, that’s what happens when time stops. I try to yell or scream but nothing comes out. I just stay in the same position I was in before. Then I can feel things again. I look around and see the situation in different eyes. It’s changed. I step away from the group behind me and everyone starts to realize that they need to file out of the cathedral.

I run over to Jay and he takes me in a warm embrace.

”I told you it would work!” I say happily.

”I know! You’re always right, your so smart and beautiful and-“ Jay starts but then leans in to kiss me.

I break the kiss.

”Hey, don’t do that. We don’t want anyone to see,” I say.

”Who cares?” Jay says.

”Babe, we aren’t exactly public, you know. Royalty drama,” I assume.

He nods in realization.

”Can I kiss you at school though?” Jay asks.

”I guess. Since you pretty much told everyone we were dating but just keep it within the school. The press will hound you,” I say.

”Of course, babe. Anything for you,” He says, then kissing my forehead.

I giggle softly and join the core four and Ben.

The after-party begins and we all gather in celebration, dancing together, talking to each other, introducing each other to new people.

But most of all, I leave with a new job and a new love.

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