#better late than never! ahh theatre kid

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WAIT SHIT TODAYS ALSO THE DAY HAMILTON TURNS 10???? LETS FUCKING GOOOO

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okay so you’ve dragged me into ronnix land with you THUS i have a request for you. may i please have 20 with ronnix? thank you, have a lovely day, and know that i adore your writing 💙💙

ahh i am SO glad to hear that we've dragged you down too, the more the merrier!! this is a great request and i hope you like the direction i took it in? tysm, have a wonderful day/night yourself 💜

things you said that i wasn't meant to hear

Lewis knows it's rude to eavesdrop and, really, he hadn't done so intentionally. He'd simply been on his way to class, early for once, when he'd heard two familiar voices and come across his boyfriend and one of his closest friends having a seemingly serious conversation in the middle of the courtyard.

It's not his fault if he just happened to overhear what they were talking about.

When he realised they were talking about him, though...well, he has every right to listen in.

“It's like, one day I could wake up and this will all have been a dream. I don't want to waste what opportunity I have to enjoy this.” Ron sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose like he always does when he's worried.

“It's not a dream,” Carwood says, placing a reassuring hand on Ron's arm, “He loves you. Can't you see that in the way he looks at you? The way his face lights up when you walk into a room? Don't you feel that same connection?”

Ron turns to look at Carwood and, even from this distance, Lew can spot the petrified look on his face. “Of course I do.” Ron's lips quirk into an uneasy smile, eyes flicking down to his feet, “He's everything to me.”

Lew’s head spins at the confession. They haven't actually said anything like that to each other yet, not as a couple anyway, but Lew had been questioning his own feelings lately. Hearing Ron admit that he feels the same way (plus Carwood clearly knowing Lew better than he knows himself) feels like a cold wave of relief washing over him and his heart suddenly feels lighter than ever before.

He breaks out into a wide grin, not thinking twice as he runs up to his boyfriend from behind, launching himself onto Ron's back and wrapping his limbs around him like a koala on a tree.

The wind is knocked from Ron's lungs as he stumbles forward, ready to shout at the idiot that jumped on him when Lew rests his chin on his shoulder and places a wet kiss to his cheek. Carwood's laughter rings loud behind them, causing Lew's smile to grow wider.

Ron takes a moment to right himself, hands instinctively coming to grab at Lewis' thighs and hold him up before either of them can topple over. If Lew were a few inches smaller, it would've been easier but he's not too worried; Ron is the captain of the ice hockey team for Christ's sake. He has more than enough muscle strength to carry him.

As though sensing his stubbornness, his boyfriend twists his head to glare at him. Lew just smiles.

“You're such a sap,” he laughs into Ron's ear, feeling the heat that floods to his boyfriend's face. His voice softens as he nudges Ron's temple with his forehead, heart still racing in his chest, “I love you too.” Before Ron can argue back, Lew swoops in to kiss him. Ron goes willing, head tilting back to improve the angle - it's still awkward but Lewis doesn't care, swiping his tongue along Ron's lower lip and smirking when Ron whines with a part of his lips, giving him better access to claim his mouth properly.

There's a wolf whistle from someone walking by and Lew chuckles against Ron's mouth, increasing the pressure for just a second longer before reluctantly pulling away. The dazed look in Ron's eyes, which have darkened from their usual hazel, has butterflies rushing through Lew's stomach; the affect he has on Ron never ceases to amaze him.

Lew settles his chin back into the dip between Ron's shoulder and neck, smiling to himself at the scratch of stubble he receives on his cheek. Ron squeezes his thighs, sending him a teasing smirk. “Who says I love you?”

It takes Lewis a moment to remember the earlier conversation he'd happened upon.

He beams up at his boyfriend, poking at the dimple of his cheek. “You did.”

“Yeah, don't deny it.” Carwood pipes up from behind them as he steps closer. Ron shoots him a stern look. “Hey, don't get mad at me! I just had to watch you two touch tongues in the middle of campus, give me some slack.”

Lew chuckles, eyes scanning over the court and finding various students glancing their way with interest. He tightens his hold on Ron, pecking his cheek mostly for show. “Well, I've gotta make sure everyone knows he's taken somehow, Lip.”

Carwood scoffs, “Trust me, everyone has known for months.”

Lew snorts at that, not even embarrassed. The sound makes Ron snicker. He shrugs at Carwood, pulling a ‘what can you do about it?’ face.

He can't help being proud of his boyfriend; after not having the best track record in relationships, something both Ron and Carwood can attest to, getting to say he's dating to captain of the college's most valued sports team is something he's going to brag about as much as he can get away with. It's not exactly like Ron minds the extra affection. In fact, if Lew had to place bets, he'd say Ron loves the attention.

Not that he'd ever admit to it.

“Can I put you down yet?” Ron suddenly asks, hoisting him up from where Lew had slipped down his back.

Lewis shakes his head, winking at Carwood who just rolls his eyes with a smile. “Nah, I'm too tired to walk.”

“It's not even noon, you've done nothing all day.”

“I've just had to admit my feelings for you, you doofus.” Lew feigns hurt, “That took a lot out of me.”

Ron shakes his head but doesn't threaten to drop him or anything so Lew figures he's not too annoyed. “You're such a drama queen.”

Lewis smiles, resting his head on Ron's as the three of them head towards the main building. “I know! Maybe I should've taken performing arts instead? I reckon I could make it on Broadway.”

“Mhmm, sure.” Ron says absently. “You're self-obsessed enough to blend in with the theatre kids.”

He gasps, smacking at Ron's arm. Carwood laughs beside them, smart enough to duck out of the way just before Lewis’ palm comes into contact with his head. “You're mean.” he pouts, flicking Ron's ear. “I don't like you anymore.”

Ron chuckles, the action sending vibrations through Lewis' chest. “Yeah, yeah.” Ron tilts his head back, brushing a chaste kiss over Lew's jaw with a smile as they enter the building. “Love you too.”

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[powerstrangerdacre]

Stupid, little game

Summary: “Hi, I’m Tom Hiddleston and this is Y/F/N Y/L/N and we’re in the hot seat to answer Ellen’s burning questions.”

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning: none? a bit of swearing? (like... 2 cursewords)

Word Count: 2700+

Requested: YES! MY FIRST REQUEST! AHH!

AN: Thank you so much @imnotusedtobeingloved for requesting this! I had a blast while writing it!! And thanks to @theoneanna for proof-reading this for me! Love ya! Hope you all like this and thank you so much for reading! Please criticize away! Tell me what I can do to improve my writing skills! Thank you!

She sits in her chair, leg bouncing up and down as she waits for him. Tom’s late, and it only serves to make her nerves even worse.

Sure, no one would think that Y/F/N Y/L/N, an international theatre star, would get nervous because of a stupid interview, but there she was, feeling like a sinner in church, about to enter the confessional. Only, the priest wasn’t even there yet!

She looks at the cameras in front of her, seeing her expression mirrored in the lenses. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line in an attempt to not bite at her nails. She shakes her head, thinking this can’t be worse than any other interview she’d done before, which only pushes more thoughts into her head.

Of course this isn’t the first time she’d done an interview. Of course she shouldn’t be worried about what was about to happen. Only, this wasn’t just any interview. This was her first interview on the Ellen Show. She remembers how she’d dreamt about this when she first started acting, and now here she was, about to reach that point in her career.

The fact that it isn’t the actual live version of the show kind of serves to soothe her worries, but at the same time also gives her more to worry about. A live interview is scripted. She gets to know what the questions will be before she even enters the stage where the interviewer shoots them at her. She has some type of control over the situation.

Ellen’s burning questions is everything but that. Unscripted, unedited, uncensored, unnerving. So, even if it is just a YouTube special, it definitely gets her blood boiling.

The door opened, and in he walked, 15 minutes late. If she thought about it, it wasn’t that bad. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he had an interview right before this. Maybe traffic was being a bitch and he couldn’t make it in time no matter how hard he tried. But Y/N would not have it. Already nervous and sweating, she shook her head at her co-worker and rolled her eyes as he made his way over to his seat, saying sorry to everyone but her. God, she hated Tom.

When she first heard that she would be working with him on the new Loki series, she was ecstatic. She had dreamt about working with Marvel and this was the epitome of awesome, since she had heard about how great of an actor Tom was and she idolized the guy. But, as most of these type of encounters go, she was left disappointed.

The first time she met him was on the day where they had their chemistry read. Hellos were exchanged before they both sat down at a table with the producers and writers and casting directors for the series. It was nerve-wracking. She had never acted in anything but a theatre play before, and she knew this would be way more demanding.

So, she sat down, looked at Tom who seemed more indifferent than anyone she had ever seen in her life. He didn’t even spare her a second glance, let alone bother getting to know her.

But, she read her lines, he read his, they clicked while in character, the filming started the very next week, and now here they were promoting a series which had both their names distinguishably written in its trailer. Tom Hiddleston as Loki, the god of mischief and lies, and Y/F/N Y/L/N as Eir, a goddess and Valkyrie, who somehow managed to sneak her way into the prince’s heart.

Y/N watches as Tom takes his seat, his eyes shifting between her and the cameraman. He gives the cameraman a nod and they start rolling. She is left gob-smacked at how easily he commands the room, even without a word.

God, she hates Tom. She hates stupid, tall, handsome, British Tom. And more than anything, she hates that she can’t hate him, no matter how much of an ass he is.

“Hi, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N,” he says, making her turn to him, expression shocked as ever.

“And I’m Tom Hiddleston,” she says, taking the lead from him. If he was playing a game, she would definitely show him how to change the rules. “And we’re in the hot seat to answer Ellen’s burning questions.” She smiles at the camera, waiting for Tom to ask the first question as it appears on the teleprompter.

“What is the most rebellious thing you did as a teenager?” Tom asks. He looks to Y/N, the smirk on his lips a dare to her.

“I took my dad’s credit card and bought myself school supplies,” she answers easily, pressing the red button in front of her.

Tom shakes his head, the smirk on his lips never failing. “Really?” he asks.

“What?” She turns to him, only to catch him rolling his eyes. “I was a good kid, okay?” she laughs. This was the part she knew she had to play. It needed to look like they were the best of friends, otherwise some gossip show would definitely milk this for all it’s worth. “What about you, mister ‘vanilla’?”

His tongue pokes out of his mouth, going over his bottom lip as he thinks about his answer. She can’t help but stare as he takes his hand and rubs at his beard. Her heart is definitely pumping more blood than it should be. “You’re not supposed to think, just say the first thing that comes to mind,” she says, making him shake his head.

“I went skinny dipping.” He pressed the red button, changing the question on the screen.

Y/N was sure she was as red as the buttons in front of them, the image of a young, wet, naked Tom running through her head. “You’ve gotta read the next question, love,” he says, a chuckle punctuating his sentence.

“What do you wear to bed at night?” she asks, shaking her head as her palm finds her face. This would be the death of her.

“Well, if you must know. I sleep naked,” he says. “What about you, Y/N?” And there is his tongue again, out to play.

“I wear pajamas, like a normal person.” She presses the button, laughing, prompting Tom to do the same and the question changes once again.

“What is your favorite curse word?” Tom reads, leaning back into his seat, seemingly more relaxed.

“Easy, fuck me.” Y/N presses her button, turning to Tom, whose left eyebrow is raised in question. “I like to keep it all directed towards me, y’know. They say you get what you give, so I’d rather not put that energy out into the universe.” Y/N laughs, waiting for Tom to answer.

“Mine’s shit or cunt. It depends on the day.” He says, pressing the button.

The question changes and this time Y/N’s eyes widen. “What body part of your co-star do you like the most?” she reads.

“Hmm… well… this isn’t degrading at all. I’m not just a piece of meat, you know?” Tom says. He turns to look at Y/N, who’s chewing on her lip. Oh, this was something he wasn’t expecting. “I think… Your smile. I definitely like your smile.”

Tom watched as pink dusted her cheeks, her lips pulling into a tinier version of said smile.

“I like Tom’s work ethic,” she answers, pressing the button in front of her, getting ready to read the question.

Tom stops her. “Wait, wait. It says ‘body part’, I don’t think my work ethic is exactly a body part, love.” Tom smirks.

Y/N shakes her head. This was the most conversation he had ever held with her and he’s trying to make her divulge something she’s not comfortable with. “Sorry to disappoint you Tommy, but you’re a workaholic. Work ethic is etched on your face every single day.” She smirks as his expression falls. “But, if you must know, I like your eyes.”

Tom’s lips pull into a smirk, his eyes never leaving her. “Why?”

She interrupts Tom’s prying with another question. “Who was your first celebrity crush?” Y/N asks, turning to Tom who seems to be overthinking the question by the way his eyebrows are lifted.

“I think… Jennifer Love Hewitt.” Tom presses his button.

“Easy, Sean Connery,” Y/N says, quickly pressing the button.

Tom looks to her, seeing the way she gets giddier and giddier as the questions come and go. “Sean Connery?” he asks her.

Y/N trails her gaze from the teleprompter to Tom, her Y/E/C eyes meeting his. “Yes? Got a problem with that, Hiddleston?”

Tom shakes his head, chuckling, the very sound making Y/N shiver in delight. “No, love. I’d just never taken you for a girl that likes older guys. He was like what… 60 when you were born?”

“I like watching old movies. When I first saw him he was 30, that is, on the screen.” Y/N shrugged and giggled. She looked back to the teleprompter, missing the hopeful look in Tom’s eyes.

“What is the one thing you love in a man?” Tom asks, laughing at the way the question was formulated. “Well, let’s see. I like someone who is strong, who takes care of his body, has lots of money…” Tom counted on his fingers, making Y/N laugh. God, her laughter was definitely one thing he loved about her. He didn’t know why, but he just did. Maybe it was the way she could never fake her real laugh, no matter how good of an actress she was. She couldn’t mimic the way her eyes laughed as her lips pushed at her cheeks. She couldn’t mimic that melodious sound that just had him trapped, wanting to laugh along with her. It was simply and utterly entrancing and contagious.

The first time he met her, he didn’t know what to think. He watched her walking through the doors, her steps careful and calculated, but her smile more genuine than any he had ever seen. One look at her and he was definitely interested. Interested in finding out more about the girl who was so confident and at the same time, so bashful. He checked himself before he could do something stupid, since he didn’t know if he would even get the chance to know her better.

The second he heard she had been chosen as Loki’s love interest, he was over the moon. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could get her to agree to go on a date with him. To talk about their interests and get to know each-other outside the workplace.

That dream was shattered as soon as he had learned that she was maybe just a bit too young for him. With nine years difference between them, he couldn’t imagine how she would ever say yes to him when she most definitely had better options out there. So, he ripped the band aid before he got himself hurt, and decided that it would be better if he didn’t get too close.

But now, after he had gotten a bit of insider info, he thought that maybe he had been a bit too harsh in his “not getting too close”. He had utterly avoided her, going as far as to not say hello. And even though his anxiety played part in that, he still felt awful. He had definitely been a dick.

“Tom?” Her voice snapped him out of his trance, his eyes finally focusing on the question.

“So, what about you, love? What do you like in a man?” Tom asked again.

Y/N looks to Tom, who’s obviously more interested in her answer than he should be. Her best guess: He’s messing with her. He figured out she likes him and he’s messing with her. “Well, I like someone who’s true to his feelings,” she says, staring him right in the eye. She presses the button, startling Tom as he shamefully lets his eyes fall to his own button.

“And that… was it! You guys better watch…”

“Actually, we have one more question,” Tom interrupts as Y/N’s eyes narrow.

“No we…”

“Yes, we do. I’m going to lay all my cards out on the table and say that I’d really like to take you out on a date.” Tom’s eyes don’t leave Y/N as the camera keeps rolling. He doesn’t care that the whole world will know about this. He doesn’t care, because he knows that whatever will happen after this, the world will have no say in. “So, last question: Will you go on a date with me?”

Y/N’s eyes staring deeply into his, searching for something that might tell her that he’s just playing. That this was just some type of publicity stunt to make the series more popular. But all that she could see was, honesty. Honesty and hope.

“O…kay?”

A smile pulled at Tom’s lips as he turned back to the camera. “Well, there you have it folks. This has been burning questions. Please go watch the new Loki series. Lots of mischievous love from us to you.”

The camera stopped rolling. Y/N and Tom stood up from their seats, turning to each-other. They could feel the eyes of those in the room focused on them, waiting to see what would happen.

“We should… probably talk more in private…” Y/N says, suddenly feeling bashful.

“Yeah, we should.” Tom couldn’t believe his luck. Even though it might’ve been for the camera and for the sake of dodging a scandal, she had still said yes. And he would most likely make the best out of it.

“So, what’s this about?” Chris asks as his best friend. The screen of his phone shows Tom, who’s obviously still in bed, having just been woken up by Chris’s call.

“Wait a second, mate.”

Chris watches as Tom stands up slowly, quietly walking out of his bedroom and into his living room, closing the door behind him. “What’s what about?” Tom asks.

Chris rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed with Tom’s secret-keeping. The whole world knows and he had to find out through a YouTube video. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Tom. I know you know what I’m talking about. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Tom rubs the sleep from his eyes, making Chris’s eyebrows furrow. He was definitely surprised that Tom was still tired. If he had his math right, it should’ve been one in the afternoon in LA.

“Tell me that you’re dating Y/N!” Chris whisper-yells, not wanting anyone else to hear, just in case he’s wrong.

“Sorry, mate. I honestly thought you knew,” Tom laughed as he heard the door to the bedroom open.

“Hey, Chrisy!” Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck, her face appearing on the screen.

“You guys are honestly the worst friends a guy can have! How long?” Chris asks.

“How long what?” Y/N kisses Tom’s cheek as she walks into the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

“Come on! How long have you two been together?!”

Tom looks to the ceiling, honestly amused at how angry his friend seems to be. “A few months?”

“A few MONTHS?!”

Tom chest shakes with laughter. “Yeah… since that Ellen interview? Right, love?”

“Yup!” Y/N says, coming back with two cups of tea in her hands. “Three months.” She sips from her tea, sitting down next to Tom who wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He sits his head on her shoulder, smiling widely at the camera.

“I really hate you guys,” Chris says, though he can’t help but smile at the sight of his two friends, together, sexual tension definitely long gone.

“No, you really love us.” Y/N makes a weird kissy-face towards the camera, making Chris laugh and Tom frown.

“Careful there, love. You’re making your boyfriend jealous.” Chris punctuates his sentence with a chuckle. “But I’m happy for you two. Just… make sure to not send the wedding invitation three months too late, okay?”

Tom and Y/N laugh, saying goodbye to Chris then cuddling on the couch. Enjoying their down-time together.

Tom looks down on his girlfriend of three months, and he can’t believe how lucky he is. He found someone who is so down to earth and so caring, what more could he want?

Y/N looks up to him, only to find him already staring down at her. “What’s on your mind?” she asks.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.” Tom’s lips find her in a slow, lazy kiss. “And thinking that we should probably thank Ellen for her stupid, little game.”

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Chapter 16 The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You (Tedgens)

More shitty parent stuff. Also slurs... yeah

"Of course you can stay here." Henry has an expression of deep concern.

I can stay here. That's good.

I don't have to go back to that house, MY FUCKING HOUSE, and deal with fucking Keith.

I hope mom is safe. She'll never love me the way she used to, if I ever tell her that I'm... bi. If Keith fucking lays a hand on her I swear to god!

Henry's worried about me. I should fake ok.

"Thank you." I kiss his forehead.

My father would disown me, not that he has any legal claim to me anymore. Then he'd kill me, in the most painful way he could. If he saw me right now kissing Henry, he'd kill both of us without a moments hesitation. A shot to the head each, execution style.

"Do you have your backpack and all your stuff for school tomorrow?" Henry works things out in his head. "You can borrow some of my clothes for tomorrow."

He has no clue what it's like. Like I don't have spare shit in my car and in my backpack at all times. I have enough shit in my car to live off of for three weeks.

"My backpack is always in my car, I have a couple spare clothes and pajamas in my car too." I really wish Henry didn't have to see this aspect of my life. "always gotta be prepared."

Has he seen the picture yet? No of course not. My account is private. One of my fucking snitch cousins must have sent the picture to mom. But no one would send it to Dad. No one wants me dead, I hope.

I'm not going to delete it either. It's a good picture and I'm really happy with how I look. I'm not ashamed.

"Ok." Henry looks like he's thinking about something. "It's a good thing my parents aren't home. They probably wouldn't let you stay."

"Why is that?" I don't want to think about my dad right now. I just want to look in Henry's eyes and think everything will be fine for a spilt second.

"They don't know you. They let Emma and Norah stay because they know them. Also they're girls. My mom would assume you were my boyfriend and-"

Boyfriend... it has a nice ring to it.

"What's wrong with that?" I only really say that because I know it'll fluster him. When he blushes it's hard to think of anything else so.

"We haven't even gone on a date, Ted." That can be fixed. Though if that were to happen I'd be faced with drama and death threats. "You just showed up at me house and kissed me in my kitchen." Henry looks really proud of that comment.

"Well when you say it like that, I sound like a creep." I chuckle a little. I kind of am a creep.

"Funny how that works." Henry smiles mischievously. It's one thing to make me sound like I'm a creep, it's another to imply that I'm a creep.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I raise my eyebrow and shift closer to him. His lips are so perfect.

"You tell me." Dork. I don want to think of anything but him.

I grab his face and kiss him. I let the world fall around me so all I can see and feel and smell and taste is him. I don't care about the outside world in this moment. Just Henry and his soft lips, and how he smells vaguely of strawberries, and the taste of his chapstick.

I pull away for a second just to catch my breath. Henry starts talking I have to mask my disappointment.

"So what do you want to do now? Because I want to get to know you better." Henry smiles. He's kind of on top of me, which I do not mind. But it's slightly uncomfortable. But he seems comfortable so I don't move.

I'm down for a get to know each other session.

"Ok. What do you want to know." My legs falling asleep so I have to move. Henry shifts off of me. I can feel the blood return to my leg. That's good.

Henry proposed this, he should ask the first question.

"Well I know your favorite color." Well I actually used to like red more. But I think purple might be my favorite color now. "Soo. What's your favorite holiday?"

Wow it has been a while since I have properly celebrated a holiday. Sure I wear costumes to school on Halloween, but no one trick or treats in my neighborhood. We don't exchange gifts on Christmas. Most years I spend Christmas Eve working, or at Bill's house. And then I work Christmas Day.

"I would say Christmas but I don't like hanging out with my family. So like Christmas with friends." If I actually spent Christmas with my mom and Keith, I would have tried to kill him by now. "I'm guessing yours is Halloween."

It's pretty obvious.

"What yeah how did you know?" Henry looks surprised like it was a wild guess. Like I just correctly guessed his favorite holiday is Arbor Day.

"Well it's a really dramatic holiday. You're a theatre dork so. It makes sense." I'm 90% every theatre nerds favorite holiday is Halloween.

Henry's sprawled our on the couch. His head is in my lap. I don't have to think about anything but him and what I want to know about him. And wow he's interesting.

"Ok wait. Dragons or dinosaurs?" Henry asks. That's a pretty silly question. I mean I guess I'll answer it.

"Dinosaurs" I remember lil elementary school me wanting to be an archeologist.

"What! That's ridiculous! The answer is obviously dragons." Henry shoots up with a dead serious look on his face. It's almost like this question has any stakes at all and isn't just petty.

"What dinos are pretty cool." I feel I owe that answer to the young innocent version of me. Your family structure is about to shatter and you'll lose all respect you had for your parents, not just in a teen rebellion way, but hey! Dinosaurs are still cool.

"Cooler than dragons? Look me in the eye and say that dinosaurs are cooler than dragons." He's really passionate about this I guess. Well I've come to understand he's really passionate about a lot of things. This is a weird one though.

"Dinosaurs are cooler than dragons." I don't really know if that's true. Nor do I care. But I chose a side, I'll stick to it.

"How?!" He's pretty cute when he's confused.

"I don't know." Why was I so into dinosaurs? Oh right giant lizards. "They're real. Well not anymore. But like they existed."

"What? How does that make them cooler? Dragons can breath fire!" I got to admit that's pretty cool. But I'm not just got to give him the satisfaction of winning.

"I guess we'll have to agree to disagree." I shrug because honestly I do not care.

"I don't know that I can get over this ted. This might be a deal breaker." This fucking adorable dramatic bitch.

"You're kidding." I know he's joking but honestly I wouldn't be fully surprised if he wasn't.

"I am." Henry leans in and kisses me lightly. Chills. I don't think I'll ever get over that. "But you are a dumbass" how sweet.

"That is correct." At least I'm self aware.

"It's getting late. We should go to sleep soon." Henry stands up. I don't want to be left alone to my thoughts. I wrap my arms around his waist so it's harder for him to walk away.

"Noooo sleep is stupid." I want to keep asking each other stupid questions and not have to sleep and think.

"Sleep is important, Ted." Henry has to be all healthy and shit.

I give the old puppy dog eyes. He looks down at me. He's not going to budge. Well resisting sleep is futile.

"My stuff is still in my car. I'll go get it." I don't want to leave this bubble of course. But I guess I should get my shit.

I stand up and go outside to my car. I open the trunk and grab the bag. I'm glad I washed everything two days ago at Paul's house. So at least it won't fucking smell awful.

I walk back into the house and close the front door. Henry walks down the stairs.

"So I'm sleeping on the couch?" I'm kind of use to sleeping on the floor, hence sleeping bag. So the couch would be a nice change.

"You don't have to." OH! Ok then. "I just don't want you to be alone."

"Awww you care about me." He's the sweetest person. I grab his face and kiss him again. Life is good.

I knew you were a fucking faggot.

I'm dead where I stand.

-

Fuck. I forgot I only have my fucking mother fucking god damn race car pajamas. I'm like a fucking seven year old Jesus Christ.

"I need a picture of you in those for personal reasons." Henry's giggling watching me setting up my sleeping bag. He wants a photo of me. I can't help but smile. That sentence would be creepy in most other situations.

He's got this super fuzzy rug that's nice and soft. That's a good place to sleep. So that's where I'm putting my sleeping bag.

"Pervert." I look up and wink at him. He giggles so more. Ridiculously cute.

"I am not! You just look adorable." Well at least he thinks these pajamas are cute and not stupid. I do like these, they're just childish.

"Damn right!" I can't help but laugh. I don't consider myself a cute person. But if he thinks I am, that's fine by me.

"You don't have to sleep on the floor." Henry sounds sincere. I know he's not saying I should sleep in the bed with him. But is he? That's moving pretty fast.

"Pervert!" I'm not mentally prepared for that so I'm going to sleep in the floor.

"I am not!" Henry throws a pillow at me. RUDE! He's so fucking adorable.

"Oh really?" I walk over to him.

"I'm not!" He has no right to be that hot.

I sit down on his lap. My breathing feels heavy. Everything is warm. What am I doing?

"are you sure about that?" I feel like I'm whispering.

Henry looks stunned. He's completely red. He's barely moving.

I press my lips on his.

Control yourself horndog

What am I doing? Ahh. I pull away and stand up. I go over to my sleeping bag and lay down. I'm the fucking worst Jesus Christ. I shouldn't have done that. I should apologize.

"Good night, Henry." Thats not an apology, dumbass.

"Night, Ted." Henry goes and turns the lights off and returns to his bed.

I stare up at the ceiling of his room. He has a couple of those glow in the dark stars. That's pretty damn cute.

Ok.

I need to sleep. Somehow.

Knowing that Keith is in my house. Knowing my mom loves him more than me. She'd probably throw me out on the street if I went home right now, so I'm kind of cutting out the middle man by staying here.

"Fucking fags are ruining this country." He would sit in front of the tv and drink. Mom really does have a type. "Teddy, what do you do if you see two boys kissing?"

"Shoot first ask questions later!" I didn't know better. I fucking idolized that pig, before I knew how fucking terrible he was.

Shoot first, ask questions later. I guess that's what he did. I haven't seen him since he was thrown in jail. Not that I'm complaining.

He is not my father. He would kill me on spot. That bastard will never be my father.

All of this has just been thrown at me at once. The whole bisexuality thing is pretty new, but I think it is me. It's a part of me. If they can't respect that, they are no family of mine.

[seoulscenarios]

Falling Slowly, then all at once

Genre: Fluff (are we surprised), College!Au, female reader

Member(s): NCT’s Moon Taeil (ft. a smattering of the rest of the members)

Word Count: 4889

Warnings: mild swearing

Summary: you and taeil are both music students at university, albeit in different specialities. Your end of year performance is coming up and your theory professor pairs you two off to work together. The gag? You really don’t know each other and have scheduling conflicts 90% of the time.

Authors note: this fic inspiration came to at 1am the other night and would not let me sleep so I had to blast out a quick summary. Anyway please listen to Falling Slowly from the musical Once as this is what inspired this fic greatly

It was the final semester of the academic year and for the music students under the Lee Sooman College of Music, that meant the final showcase of the year where one could show off your talents to fellow students and, to agencies and recording deals. It was the dream of every final year student at the university to sign with one of these companies as it nearly always ended up in success. I mean alumni from the college included BoA, Taeyeon and Park Chanyeol (to name just a few for the alumni list went on forever), all household names across the country, so one can definitely get far after graduating this place.

You were running late for theory class as your meeting with your academic advisor had run over by a few minutes and being late for theory class meant your ass was about to be beat. This lesson was extremely important at the best of times, however annoying your professor may be, but today was even more important as it was the time you could pick what you wanted to do for the showcase. This showcase was something you had been looking forward to all year, as you were a final year student, and you needed to grab that solo stage in order to show off everything you had been working on nearly your whole life. Walking swiftly through the corridors, head filled with your advisors’ harsh comments and this showcase, you didn’t notice another student rushing in from the opposite direction. You were just about to open the door to your lecture theatre, thankfully only a minute late, when someone all but knocked you out of the way of the door, eager to get into the lecture theatre. You lost your footing and hit the floor with a groan. As you sat on the ground in disbelief, you heard a gasp above you.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I knocked you over, I really didn’t mean to but I was in a rush my roommate didn’t wake me up like he normally does and I had to run from the other end of campus- wait you’re still on the floor here let me help you up!” exclaimed the stranger in one breath, offering his hand out. You took it gingerly, coming face to face with an extremely friendly face. His dark hair was artfully messy whilst the bags under his eyes were dark but his brown eyes sparkled. Oh, you thought, he really is quite attractive has he really been in my class all this time.

“I, uh, it’s fine…. Look we better get in before Mr Park kicks our asses for being late. You know what he’s like….” You said awkwardly, gesturing to the door. The strangers’ eyes widened slightly at your words and you couldn’t help but want to giggle.

“Oh! Yeah we have class!” he gasped, reaching for the door handle and stepping inside the room. You shook your head and followed him in to the sound of your professors’ voice droning on about some bullshit or another. At this point in the year you couldn’t really care less about class with all the essays, exams and recitals you had to do, so attending theory class was the least of your worries.

“Late. Moon Taeil, that’s your second time this semester already and it’s only just begun. Ahh, (L/N) (Y/N), nice to see you in my class finally. What’s the excuse this time? Lost your keys?” the condescending voice of your professor drifted across the classroom as you took a seat, unfortunately towards the front of the class. This is exactly why you didn’t turn up half the time to this class. Your teacher was honesty such a condescending prick and tended to favour the kids who played classical instruments rather than everyone else; which you found unfair even though you were a pianist, but you were more inclined to distance yourself from those classical purists. You much preferred to dabble in other instruments such as the bass guitar or drums than whack out your nearest cello and start playing  Shostakovich’s Cello Concerto No. 1 in E-flat major thank you very much. You were content with playing your piano, especially when your piano teacher allowed you to play self-composed songs or more unique pieces rather than the classics. So, the class went on and you found yourself trying not to drift off. Theory class really was a bore and you couldn’t wait for the next 2 hours to be over already. Sighing, you took out a notebook from your bag and began to doodle/take some notes if you felt like it in order to pass the time. As you zoned out as your professor went on about the melodic progression in 1960s rock music, you couldn’t help but think of your showcase piece. You had been working with your piano teacher to make a solo piece unique to you, that took motifs from popular classic pieces as well some modern artists fused together with your own style. It was just as you were thinking of the chord progression for the bridge that your professor clapped their hands together. You jumped out of your reverie and glared at your professor, secretly glad the class had ended.

“Well, as you all know today is the day we decide on our showcase pieces. A few of you already put in requests, and I will personally respond to those right now,” the class groaned at this, knowing they were about to get humiliated in front of the class “Lee Taeyong? You have been approved to perform with Mark Lee in the second year class, your teachers are very impressed with your work ethic. The rest of you? Absolutely not, therefore I have assigned each of you a partner and a style or piece to work on. I have a few copies of the list I will pass around now and any questions, email me but know that it will be very difficult to change your partners. Goodbye class, see you next week.” And with that, your professor left the room. They really did have a flair for the dramatics. Sighing, you packed your notebook away and waited for the list to come round. You were annoyed that you couldn’t perform your solo piece at the showcase, you would have to save that piece for another time. You just prayed you weren’t stuck with one of the classical purists because you really didn’t want to perform another classical piece. The list was finally passed to you and you scanned for your name.

L/N Y/N. Moon Taeil. Duet with piano and guitar.

Oh. This was going to be interesting.  

After that day you realised just how many classes of yours Taeil was in and still every time you saw him, you never approached him to get his number or something so you could meet up for this project. It wasn’t that you were nervous or scared to approach him, you were pretty okay at talking to people, there was just something about Taeil that made you stop and think about it. Taeil certainly wasn’t unpopular (he was very good friends with Taeyong, the campus god and Johnny, the campus radio DJ was his roommate and best friend), he just seemed very reserved and quiet in class and whenever you saw him around campus so approaching him first just seemed out of the question, though you weren’t sure he would go to you first either.

It had been 2 weeks since you found out that Taeil was your partner and you still hadn’t talked to him about your duet that was due at the end of the semester. You made it to theory class on time this week, slipping into a seat towards the back and pulling out your notebook and headphones. Just as you were about to plug in your headphones, a body slid into the seat next to you and tapped you on the shoulder. You sighed and turned, only to be faced with the person you needed to speak to.

“Um… you’re Y/N right? My duet partner? I’m Moon Taeil” he asked awkwardly, holding out a hand in a handshake. You blinked at him, looking at his hand momentarily before back at his face. He let out a soft “ah” and dropped his hand, before you could even shake it.

“Oh yeah, I’m Y/N. Your duet partner” you replied, probably just as awkward as he was.

“So….. maybe we should mak-“ before Taeil could finish his sentence, your theory lecturer had turned up and the whole class went silent. Taeil looked at you in a shock, realising that he couldn’t move seats and was stuck next to you. You laughed quietly, motioning him to take out his study materials before turning back to the front of the class. Maybe today is the day I take notes so Taeil doesn’t think I’m a complete fool and I hate theory. Sighing, you began to take notes about pentatonic scales and how they presented themselves in popular music. The class was a drag and before you knew it, your notes became sloppier and almost non existent as the slides moved forwards. You shook your head, trying to get back into the right mentality when you caught sight of Taeil’s notes. Well, notes would be a very loose term to label what was on Taeil’s paper. Sneaking another glance, you saw no material about the current lecture but instead, a mass of guitar chords and annotations about song choices. You could make out a few songs but one in particular caught your attention the most. You smiled, pulling your notebook towards you and flipping to a blank page. You scribbled a note on it and pushed it towards to Taeil, hoping he would see it. You felt him jump beside you as the notebook entered his line of vision and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly. Before you could even count a scale degree your notebook was back in front of you, and as you glance at his reply your eyes widened. He had drawn a massive cartoon thumbs up at your suggestion with a smiley face. Who knew the quiet genius kid of the music department was such a kid at heart. The note kept you very entertained for the last hour of class and you couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea the two of you had. When the class had ended, Taeil left pretty quickly but not before giving you his number so you could discuss the duet later.

You and Taeil found out that whilst you had many classes together, your free time was not aligned and frequently clashed due to previous commitments or other electives. This meant that you had very little time to meet up and practice your duet together, however this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for you. You had decided to perform the duet “Falling Slowly” from the musical Once and the two characters very much mimicked you and Taeil. So only meeting up a few times to practice was absolutely fine with the two of you as you felt that it portrayed the feeling of the song, not just playing some notes.

One day you both managed to get some free time and you headed over to the practice room, only just escaping from the clutches of your roommate who wanted you to stay with her whilst she cried over her ex-boyfriend but you managed to escape by saying you had to meet with a study group that was about to fail. When you arrived, albeit 10 minutes later than you should’ve been (thanks roomie) you saw Taeil tuning his guitar and warming up his voice gently. You felt something tingle at the bottom of your stomach and swallow slightly, before pushing open the door gently. Taeil didn’t notice you walk in and continued to practice some scales, hands gliding across his guitar smoothly. His hair was actually styled today and you could see his undercut as his hair was swept to the side and your heart fluttered slightly. Not the time to crush on someone Y/N pull yourself together! You couldn’t deny that Taeil was very attractive and whilst not that talkative, he made an effort to speak to you if he saw you round campus and ever since you exchanged numbers he would always send you a song he’d think you like or just ask about your day or bitch about the class work. So…. Maybe you were developing a slight crush on Taeil. So what. You knew nothing would come of it because you were only just partners on this project.

“Um hi…. Sorry I’m late my roommate kept me behind” you stuttered out awkwardly. You smile as Taeil jumps slightly, eyes wide as he turns to look at who had entered the room. He looked shocked for a second, before relaxing back into his seat and giving you a lazy smile.

“Ahh it’s not too much hassle, as you can see I was just uh warming up a little. Shall we get started or do you need to warm up your voice?” he replied warmly, gesturing you to the piano. You shook your head, making your way over to the piano. As you sat on the stool, you shrugged off your jacket and bag onto the floor and brushed your fingers against the keys. Despite your specialist instrument being piano, you never got to practice that much as the keyboard in your dorm room just didn’t have the same effect and you normally had to listen with headphones as not to disturb your roommate. You sighed contently, letting your fingers dart across the keys in familiar pattern. Though you said you didn’t need to warmup, Taeil watched as you so effortlessly played the piano and was in awe. He could play the basics on piano (he was kind of required to know how to do this for class) but he loved watching people play it so passionately and effortlessly.

“So….. from the beginning and we’ll play it through all the way? Figure out the kinks and stuff afterwards?” you asked, fingers coming to a still atop the keys. Taeil flinched slightly, realising that he was staring at you and you nearly giggled. Goddamnit. Taeil settles down in his chair, fingers finding the right chords as you start to softly play the melody. After 8 counts, Taeil joins in and the two of you begin to sing. The way your voices blended together so well had the two of you in genuine shock and as you reached the climax of the song, your eyes met and you smiled at him, your heart thumping rapidly. The two of you finish the song and for a while (i.e. 30 seconds) you just sit in silence, the rehearsal you did replaying itself in both of your minds.

“Uhhh well that was something right?” Taeil asked shyly, one hand keeping his guitar steady the other reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah… it really was” you breathed out, fingers shaking slightly above the keys, “I don’t think there’s much more we can do to improve if you know what I mean?”

“Oh definitely not, we should run it over a few more times. We could add some dynamic harmonies in the first bridge maybe? We can work something out” he replied enthusiastically, meeting your eyes with a grin on his face.

“Sounds good to me!”

The two of you practice for another hour or so, ironing out some clunky parts and changing the harmonies slightly so Taeil could show off his high notes towards the end of the song as you took the main melody line. All in all, for your first practice session it was extremely good and you decided to meet up once a week leading up to the showcase so you didn’t forget anything.

Before you knew it the showcase was suddenly only a day away and tensions were running high around all the music majors. You knew that Doyoung had accidentally made someone cry because they went off pitch during a rehearsal and, though no-one knows the truth, legend says only Jaehyun could stop him from literally exploding at his whole group. You honestly couldn’t relate to all the stress, and neither could Taeil. You woke up that day at 11am, a text pinging up on your phone. You groaned reaching blindly for your phone and wincing when you turned it on.

[from: The Boy] hey partner! Tomorrow is finally D-Day… are you ready?! Anyway I just wanted to ask if you were free tonight?

Your eyes widened slightly at the last part of the message. I mean, you definitely didn’t have any plans apart from maybe rolling out of bed to grab some food.

[to: The Boy] I’m ready if you are partner! And no, my schedule is free. Why? Last minute practice?

You sat up, awkwardly holding your phone hoping for a reply. Your prayers were answered almost immediately as your phone lit up with another message

[from: The Boy] ah no, not practice haha. I just maybe thought we could hang out at my place and watch the film. I think it would be a great way to get into character before the big day tomorrow ^_^

You gasped out loud. Was the Moon Taeil asking you to watch a film with him? You bury your head into you pillow, hand still grasping your phone, and scream. Just a tiny bit. You don’t notice your roommate shooting you a concerned look from her bed, but she just shrugs it off owing it to rehearsal stress or something. You slowly lift your face from your pillow and tap out a hasty reply to him.

[to: The Boy] that sounds great! Does 7pm sound good to you?

The reply came instantly, confirming the time and sending you the address. You breathe slowly and your roommate gives you another concerned look, this time however you do notice.

“Seulgi…. I need your help. I need you to help me pick out some clothes that scream me but also date me?? Is that possible?? Oh and it still needs to be comfortable because I don’t want to wear tight jeans whilst watching a film for 2 hours” you sigh dramatically, flopping down onto your bed clutching your phone to your chest. Out of the corner of your eye you see Seulgi drop her phone and crack a wicked grin. Oh god, why did I ask her.

When you get to Taeil’s apartment you bump into Johnny briefly and his eyes widen in recognition before sending you a quick wink and rushing down the stairs, tapping a message out on his phone. You reach his apartment door and breathe slowly, before raising your hand and knocking. It wasn’t even 10 seconds and the door opened, revealing Taeil who was wearing sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt with his black hair swept to the side showing off his undercut. Whelp, there goes my heart.

“Come in! The film is ready to go and I made us popcorn!” he grinned, opening the door widely and letting you in. As you step in you could see the TV all set up with the title sequence playing and the smell of butter popcorn wafting through made you feel so… childlike. You make your way to the sofa and sit, albeit slightly awkwardly and Taeil trailed in after you taking his own seat on the opposite end of the sofa. He turns to you, waving the remote and you nod, reaching for the popcorn as he presses play.

The film, as you well know, is extremely good. You watched this film many times and it never failed to draw you in from the opening credits. However today, you just couldn’t concentrate. Taeil was engrossed in the film and as it progressed you could feel him get closer to you, hands reaching for the popcorn that was in front of you. When he realised just how close he was to you he laughed apologetically and made a move to go back to the other end of the sofa. You, foolishly, had shook your head motioning for him to stay where he was. That was the biggest mistake. You could feel the heat of his body radiate next to you, and once, you had reached for the popcorn only for his hand to reach in at the same time. You blushed profusely, pulling your hand out quickly as Taeil just coughed. You notice every little thing he does when he’s watching the film, from the way his nose scrunches up at some of the dialogue or the way he quietly sings along to some of the other songs. It’s very cute and you’re even more sure that your crush is very noticeable. When Falling Slowly comes on, the two of you unconsciously sing along to it and you end up facing each other. You realise it’s the first time you’ve ever seen his face properly whilst singing this song and you can truly see the emotion in his face as he sings the last few lines, adding a few more vocal decorations to your version compared to the film’s version. The song draws to end and it comes to your attention at just how close the two of you are to each other. If I leaned in just a bit closer, I’m sure I could count the number of freckles on his nose….. or see if his lips are just as soft as they look, you thought to yourself willing yourself not to look at his lips. Before you could react though, Taeil pulled away and faced the screen again. You felt a little disappointed, how could you not, but as your about to turn away you can see a slight blush creeping up on his neck and you smile. You turn your attention back to the film, nestling further into the sofa and this time, Taeil’s warmth doesn’t bother you. It’s quite comforting actually.

Once the film ends, it’s nearing 10pm and Taeil offers to walk you back home. You tried to tell him that you’ll be fine, you only live 15 minutes away and it’s not that late but Taeil, being the gentlemen he is, doesn’t take no for an answer. He went to his room and grabbed two hoodies, handing one to you as he pulls on his own. You stare at it in shock, before realising that Taeil was watching you. You hastily pulled the hoodie on, giggling internally at how your hands are covered by the sleeves ever so slightly and your fingertips just poke out. You glance at Taeil and this time you giggle out loud because his hands too, were covered by fabric.

The walk back to yours was pretty quiet, neither of you saying anything. It wasn’t awkward though, you thought as you walked side by side with him. As the two of you walked, your hands brushed against each other. You blushed every time this happened, trying to get the courage to just reach out and grab his fingers to intertwine with yours, unaware that Taeil was currently undergoing the same predicament.

“Oh, your place really isn’t that far is it?” Taeil marvelled, standing outside your accommodation a slight frown grazing his brows “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I told you it was fine”

“I wanted to walk you home” Oh. That was new. As you tried to formulate an answer, Taeil pulled you into a quick hug and all thoughts of replying was gone as your brain momentarily shut down. It was over before you even had time to register it and you could see the tips of Taeil’s ears glowing red under the streetlights. You could see he was about to turn and leave so you did the only thing your brain was thinking. You leaned into him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hoping that it conveyed everything you wanted to say.

“See you tomorrow Taeil” you breathed out, turning hastily and unlocking the building door so you could escape the embarrassment. As you went up to your room, you had no idea that Taeil was still stood there touching the place on his cheek where your lips had just been. Smiling to himself, he took out his phone tapping out a message.

[to: The Girl] sleep well, and I will see you tomorrow ^_^

The hours running up to the showcase are very much a blur, the only moments of true clarity were seeing Taeyong with red hair rapping with everyone’s favourite junior Mark, Doyoung pulling off his performance rehearsal with no tears and, Taeil. As you sat backstage, fiddling with your outfit, you felt him slide into the seat next to you and placing a water bottle in front of you. The showcase was about to start and you were feeling nervous. You guys weren’t due on until the end of the first half as the closing act but you still felt jittery and you knew Taeil could sense it. All around you were people in extremely fancy suits and dresses, yet you and Taeil had turned up in cozy knit sweaters and slightly rough looking accessories in order to portray the two characters so to say you felt a little bit out of the loop with everyone else was understatement. Taeil knew this, and he could see your hands shaking slightly. He gently placed his hand and top of yours, letting you decide whether to intertwine your fingers with his. You flinched a little bit at this contact, but you wordlessly entangled your fingers in his and squeezed his hand reassuringly, flashing him a smile which he returned. The two of you sat there in silence, not caring for the nervous buzz around you, waiting for you to be approached to go on stage. About 45 minutes later, someone came up to you to let you know there was 5 minutes until your performance so you need to go to the wings to prepare. You stood up, releasing your hand from Taeil’s and followed the boy up to the wings, nodding in gratitude as everyone wished you good luck.

You really wish you could remember your performance, you really do. For some reason, it just went by in a flash and all you could remember was the loud applause (and hollering from someone? Is that Johnny and Lucas wolf whistling from the front row?) and the feeling of Taeil’s hand in yours as you bowed and then dragged off stage. You felt Taeil weave you two through the throng of backstage and you blinked a few times as you realise he’s taken you to an empty corner in one of the changing rooms. You’re about to open your mouth to ask why he brought you here when Taeil effectively zaps that question from your mind as you felt his soft lips press against yours, one hand resting on your hip and the other one on the side of your face. You melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders pressing yourself closer to him. You break apart after a few seconds and Taeil leans his forehead on yours, a grin spreading across his face. You pull apart and kiss him again, the kiss being much deeper than last time your fingers twisting into his messy black hair. His hands are gripping onto your hips and you feel him groan slightly as you tug on his hair. You were about to pull him even closer when you hear someone cough and the two of you jump apart.

“Soooo….. I guess Taeil-hyung really did get his girl after all” Johnny smirked, with Lucas, Taeyong and Mark in tow (the latter had his eyes covered by a scandalised Taeyong) “here we were going to congratulate you in the interval but I don’t think we can top the congratulations he just got, bye bye hyung we’ll see you after the show!”

As the four boys left, you nuzzled your face into the crook of Taeil’s neck, embarrassed that your boyfriend(?)’s friends first impression of you was you making out with him backstage.

“Well, I was going to ask you out after this but I guess you beat me to it?” Taeil shrugged, dropping a kiss onto the top of your head, “may I do you the honour of being your boyfriend?”

You giggled, leaning up to plant a soft kiss onto his lips. That was the only answer Taeil needed, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the main waiting area to watch the rest of the showcase. The rest of your classmates gasped as they saw Taeil’s messy hair and your hands linked together, a few (*cough* Jaehyun and Doyoung *cough*) smirked knowingly turning to some of their other friends with their palms outstretched. Both you and Taeil laughed at this, finding somewhere to sit and enjoy the rest of the show before having to face the talent scouts and Taeil’s friends. That can wait another hour, you thought, resting your head on Taeil’s shoulder.

a/n: you and Taeil use the nicknames “The Boy” and “The Girl” bc in the musical the two main characters don’t have names and go by “The Boy” and “The Girl”