#n then my mom said its better than felix the cat

[appri-dot]

They n put on tom n jerry nawrh

[aerimomo-mellon]

Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

[peaches-writes]

not-so-secret santa

skz of christmas day 7: exchange gift with minho

member: minho  wc: 1.7k genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers au, college au, a side of established relationship au warning: explicit language, threatening (?) note: this is me channeling all of my younger self’s christmas frustrations into a short fic lmao 

christmas 2006 

“Minho, who did you pick?” Your Homeroom teacher at the time, Ms. Yang, asked your classmate next to keep the Secret Santa chain going. The previous exchange was from Chan to Mina but since Mina already received her gift from Bam Bam, your teacher naturally picked Minho who was sitting right next to Chan. 

Next to you, said boy then handed you the red and green-wrapped rectangle in his hands. “Merry Christmas, Y/N!” He greeted you as per Mrs. Yang’s instructions when someone will give their Secret Santa present, a mischievous smile on his face. “Enjoy!” 

Your excited smile immediately fell into an angry frown as the hard rectangle is then placed on your lap. “All this time...” You pouted at Minho then, carefully picking up the gift in your hands. “You even bought this with me and you didn’t even bother making an effort!” 

The entire class looked at you inquisitively but, in the moment, you didn’t really care. You already knew that the empty picture frame Minho thought was a genius idea to gift for the Secret Santa as a prank was inside the wrapping you held, you’d know because your respective moms took you on the same shopping trip where he got it. 

Minho was not yet your best friend at the time but you were so childishly angry at that point that you didn’t hesitate on hitting him with the picture frame. “Ugh, Lee Minho, I hate you!” 

Minho’s mom ended up buying you lunch after. 

christmas 2011

“Ooh, I can’t wait to see who Minho picked for the Secret Santa.” Chan excitedly rubbed his palms together next to you, earning him a glare from you at hearing his tone of voice.

“I can’t wait to laugh if it’s you.” You deadpanned, making him chuckle.

“Ya, what’s with the death glare? I wasn’t teasing you!” He then held his hands up in defense but your glare is unwavering. “Well, not directly, at least.”

You only scoffed in response, turning your attention back to this class Christmas party’s MC, Seungkwan, who’s now, as if on cue, called onto your best friend to give away his Secret Santa gift.

“Y/N!” Minho then called for you, making yours and Chan’s eyes widen from across your large class circle. He held up the red package in his hand, the one he made you wrap yourself the night before as punishment for losing in a sleepover game, then exclaimed, “Catch!”

You weren’t given much time to process his words before the package is flung at you, landing just in front of the accumulating stack of gifts right in front of you from your other friends.

The entire class gasped before falling silent, collectively having a flashback of your 2nd grade fight with Minho over the same thing. Everyone (Chan mostly), just hoped that Minho got you something better than the empty picture frame.

But by the way your ears started to fume and you immediately stood up to tackle Minho said otherwise.

“Lee Minho, have you ever had a white T-shirt shoved in your mouth?!” You threatened as you approached him with the ‘gift’ he prepared for your Secret Santa.

Luckily, Chan was strong enough by then to hold you back.

Minho ended up (reluctantly) buying you dinner to 'compensate.’

christmas 2016

“What number did you get?” Minho asked you, resting his chin on your shoulder to peer at the folded piece of paper in your hands after. “Oh, number 10! Awesome, that’s from me!” 

It’s the one year you didn’t get to go Christmas shopping with him because you caught a fever and the class Secret Santa’s been experimentally switched out for the White Elephant game and you still somehow ended up with his present. You groaned and pulled yourself away from Minho, turning around to face him. “What is it this time, Minho?” 

“It’s something useful this time, I promise!” He swore with a hand raised on his side, going over his chest to form a cross after. 

And Minho really thought he was doing something buying a mug for you with his face printed on it. 

“See?” The boy pointed out after the gifts have been distributed. You didn’t pounce on him immediately this time since the mug could easily break. Instead, you waited until his mom picked the two of you up until you punched his arm. “It even changes to another face when you pour hot water on it!” 

To prove it to you, he barged into your home on Christmas Day and made you hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. The photo of him with a heart eyes filter on the mug changed into him with a Godzilla filter. 

christmas 2020  

“Put your seatbelt on, brat.” You instruct your boyfriend as you expertly twist the ignition on your right, bringing the SUV’s engine to life. Next to you, Minho chuckles as he puts his seatbelt on, leaning back on the red-covered seats leisurely. “I don’t want you dying before we get to the Christmas Sale.” 

“It’s not like the flea market is on the other side of the country.” He scoffs playfully, laughing even more when you hit him on the shoulder as you place your hand on his headrest while backing the car out of your house’s garage. 

“It will be when I throw you across the city if you show me something weird for the exchange gift.” You glare. “This is our first Christmas as a couple and you’re already on thin ice.”

“Oh, boo, I’m so scared.” He rolls his eyes. Opening the car’s glove compartment, he takes out the picture frame he got you from the 2nd grade. It’s supposed to fit the shallow dip on the dashboard but you broke its back support some time ago. “And I don’t give weird gifts for the Secret Santa. Look, you still have a photo of us on the picture frame.” 

You glance over his side, sighing in exasperation. “Because my mom said I should at least use it, doesn’t mean I actually like it.” 

“You’re wearing the white shirt too.” He points out next. “Basics are in these days, I was ahead of my time back in high school.” 

“If you’ll get me a face towel this year—Secret Santa or not—I will actually murder you in front of all our friends this time.” 

“That’s hot, babe, I’d like to see you try.” 

- 

Minho happily links his free arm with yours as you navigate your way through the tight crowd of last-minute shoppers, his other hand carrying half of your eco bags. Throughout this two-hour trip, he’s shown you countless of weird things on sale as gifts for his friends—from plastic cereal cups that he’ll give to Felix to an actual set of face towels he plans on giving Jisung—but he’s yet to show you what he’s planning to gift you. 

Or maybe he already has and just showed it to you under the bluff that he’ll give it to someone else like he did in all those times before. 

“Min, we’ve been walking for ten minutes,” You protest as you begrudgingly drag your feet to wherever he’s taking you. Your own arms are about to fall off with your own share of eco bags and the fact that your wallet’s currently a mess with the amount of fast transactions you needed to make is starting to bother you. “Where are we going?” 

“We’re almost there, promise!” He assures you with a grin, tugging you closer to his side before you could bump into an old lady walking from the opposite direction. “We’re getting your gift now so be a little patient!” 

“Or maybe you’re fucking with me again.” You grumble, making him laugh and shake his head. 

“Nope, this one’s only for you.” He assures, pulling you to the right when you reach an intersection. “You’ll see why.” 

You only stop walking five minutes later, when Minho drags you to a stall selling pre-order snow globes. The stall owner, a buff middle-aged man, greets Minho and hands him the biggest snow globe on sale in exchange for the money he’s set aside. 

“Ah, and this is the person with you on the picture?” The man then asks him once he’s finished paying, turning to you with a polite smile. “You two are adorable! How long now?” 

“W-What?!” You stare back incredulously, processing way too slow for the situation.

Clearly, it hasn’t been long since you and Minho started dating, by the way you’re immediately flustered.

“Just a little over six months!” Minho proudly beams, on the other hand, the man laughs wholeheartedly at this.

“Aah, young love.” The stall owner chuckles. Turning to you, he then gestures to the snow glob and adds, “Your boy’s very sweet!” 

Only then do you glance down on the snow globe in front of Minho. It has two dolls resembling the two of you surrounded by cats patterned to Minho’s pets and little buildings resembling your most frequented places: the school you went to until high school, the universities you’re currently attending, the library where you spend most of your all-nighters, the hotel you stayed at on your first trip, and this particular flea market you always shop Christmas gifts at. 

There’s also the new movie house on the side but, from what you can remember, you haven’t been there yet. 

“Is this good enough for you? For a first Christmas at least?” Minho asks with a coy smile, nudging your side and effectively taking you out of your thoughts. He then holds up the snow globe to you, shaking it gently before placing it on your much freer hand. “If you check one side of the globe, there’s the movie house you wanted to visit. I was thinking we could watch a movie right after the Christmas party but, you know, just us.” 

You gush at the snow globe, squinting your eyes when you have to glance up at Minho again. “And you’re sure this is mine?” 

“It has your name engraved on the bottom, dumbass.” He points out for you, making your eyes widen momentarily. “And it has my name on it too. Put two and two together now.” 

“We’re sharing?” 

“No, babe, I’m trying to ask you out on a date!” 

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december 23 (bang chan)

skz of christmas (masterlist) 

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[starlithan]

I Promise

word count:1481 words

Siren Jisung/ Reader (ft. San ATEEZ)

Warnings: slight abuse 

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INTRO

Y/n POV;

“Here you go the keys if you need anything I'll be downstairs okay” the landlord said 

I just moved into my new place at jeju it's not that big but its comfortable plus its near to the sea and let me say very very very cheap, I take the keys and head in my house  “darong-ah I told you those are just drawings of fish not actual fish” i tell my cat who's trying to catch the fish that I drew on the canvas. 

I'd say I'm not much of an art person to begin with. I just like to draw things related to the sea, which is one of the reasons why I moved here. “Okay that's it it's time for us to go to bed, come on” I pick her up and head to my room.

My room was a little big it had a study in the corner a bookshelf in the right corner and bed in the middle I put Darong on the bed “I'll get freshened up okay and don't you dare go back for the fish there just drawings okay” she just dismisses me and looks away “whelp I guess that’s my cue”.

“Darong you asleep?” i say in a low voice cats aren't deep sleepers, i take the towel off of my head and- Ring Ring~ 

My phone starts ringing “where the heck is it” i go outside to find it on the kitchen counter 

Hyunjin

“Hmm what's up Hyunjin”

“Hey what sup you settled yet?” he asks he sounded a bit tired from the other side

“Yes I did what's wrong? You sound a little tired?” 

“Yeah me and Chan just got back to find the house ruined by Kkami… so I'm just cleaning up I guess” I laugh at that I mean Kkami always ruins the house when Hyunjin’s not there but Darong ..noooo she ruins the house infront of me it's like  I hear her saying I don't like this throw it away.

“Give me the phone” Chan says to Hyunjin from the other line

“Y/n what do you think should I beat Felix or not?” the twist in the conversation

What did Felix do now!!?

“Why are you asking me that what did he do now?” I ask getting a little curious at what he did

“What.. did Seungmin not tell you yet?...” okay I think now I'm getting a little worried 

“No…. what's wrong” I ask a little hesitant

“The guys in the hospital”

“What WHY… is he okay”

“You should expect it by now … food poisoning he ate too much brownies” blank I think my mind went blank 

“I'm gonna kill him” that’s all I said, and I hung up on Chan and quickly dialed Felix’s number 

I mean I should have expected it. Felix's love for brownies is beyond this roof and it's not like this is the first time he had to visit the hospital for food poisoning. 

~beep beep~

“Hello”

“Where are you?” i go straight to the point 

“I- I'm home” he says a bit hesitant

“I swear to God Felix if your at the hospital I'm gonna kill you”

“It was just a little brownie. What's wrong with that and you know how much i love it and…”

Buzzing my head starts buzzing i could hear Felix calling out my name and asking if im alright, but the pain i can't see anything clearly 

Deep Breaths, Deep Breaths 

I tell myself I take in deep breaths the buzzing slowly goes away and my sight slowly comes back. I slowly get up from the ground and sit on the nearest sofa, my hands were shaking violently i've been getting these Migraines from about 4 years now, and when i say it's severe its severe my phone rings again

“Felix i'm fine”

“Y/n it's me Felix told me you had a migraine again are you okay?” the voice of my older brother says from the other side of the phone. I stop.

“Minho Im fine its okay it was just a small one im fine you don't need to worry” i tried to sound as okay as i could 

He sighs in relief “Okay good good… you almost gave me a heart attack” he says 

“Im fine im sorry you dont need to worry” i tell him

“It's okay but just call Felix before you go to sleep okay he was really freaked out …. And don't stress okay”

“Okay i'll call him good night” i hung up before he could say anything i just did not wanted him to be worried, i dialed Felix again 

“Y/N ARE YOU OKAY? Im sooooo sorry ill never eat brownies again just don't stress out okay i'm sorry” he says trying to control his tears from the other line 

“I'm okay Felix i'm sorry i got you worried” i say trying to control my laugh he so cute 

“Okay okay you take rest okay” he says sniffing 

“Okay you take your medicines kay” i say 

“Okay promise go to bed and rest okay bye”

“Bye

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Flashback~

“I told you to wash the stairs why didn't you” my step mother yelled at me 

“I had to go to school. I told you, i'll do it after i'm done with my assignments” i told her, her face got so red.

“Don't get smart with me i'll lock you in the basement again” she said her face close to mine her anger radiated this heat off of her, i hate her so much, i do everything and then she takes the credit for all of it, i can't even tell dad, she just makes him so happy i can't take that away from him and Minho he was so hurt after Mom's death that i don't wanna burden him with all my problems.

“I told you, but i think you didn't hear me i have to go study and when im done ill do it” with that i started to head to my room when something hit my head, i started to get dizzy i look behind me, then down on the floor to see the vase broken, after that i pretty much don't remember what happened, everything just blacked out

“She's going to be alright” a voice said, “just please don't give her a lot of stress she has a sewer case of migraines that vase hit her at a very sensitive area its better to avoid things that hurt her”

I slowly opened my eyes to see my dad, and the doctor, Minho was in the corner his eyes puffed up as if he cried “Please come with me Mr. Lee i want to  prescribe her some medicines” the doctor said my father squeezed my hand, smiled at me and followed him outside, when he left the room Minho came close to my bed “Hi” he said with a small smile i wanted to say i'm okay but i couldn't “its okay dont say anything you need rest, i'm just disappointed in myself you used to tell me everything when we were kids and…… why didn't you tell me she was treating you like that?” he asked i just stared at him “Dad found out and its okay shes gone Dad divorced her” he said but he had that sad look on him, i know he was sad that i didn't tell him anything, i wanted to say a lot of things but we just sat there, silently communicating.

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I came out to the beach, the night sky was beautiful, the calm cold air, and the sand beneath my feet, it was such a beautiful moment, i took a look at the sea, sometimes the sea looked so lonely, so lonely that i wanted to go in it and forget everything, i wished that rather than having a migraine  i could have lost my memories, i walked along the sea, with the soothing silence.

*singing*

I could hear someone singing in the distance, my feet started to follow the voice as I got closer the singing became louder, i wouldn't lie the song was beautiful almost hypnotizing, it felt like it was calling me i got near a rock, the sound was definitely coming from here, but what i saw was unbelievable it almost took my breath away, a man half naked with ….. A tail.. A merman, I was looking at a Freaking  Merman, he had black stunning hair with rainbow streaks, a beautiful face, and a red or maybe a maroon tail. It was beautiful, when he noticed me, he got scared and quickly went into the sea.

“Wait!” i said but he was far off gone, this can't be real “i think i took too many sleeping pills” i told myself trying to deny the fact that i just saw a merman, or something.

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[dalamjisung]

someone to lose ✤ lee felix

word count: 2583

genre: angst, with a pinch of fluff

pairing: reader x lee felix

description: he couldn’t have you, but what if you just wanted to be lost?

You were there when he first moved in.

You hear the truck first, loudly shaking, parking, unloading. The memory starts with that, and with you, on your pretty yellow bike, dirty from the busy, fun day with your friends. Knees scrapped, smudge of mud in your cheek, and a curious glance was all it took– you had his attention first thing. His feet touched the ground, and his eyes found you. And you remember– because you are sure that you can’t ever forget– the disgusted look he threw your way. And you also remember– and this because your mom won’t let your forget– how you came home crying because you thought you were ugly. You were nine and that was kind of a big deal. Your mom hated Felix since then. 

You were there when he enrolled in your school.

It was just a couple of days later and you see him again, in a similar uniform to yours. His freckles pollute his face and you want to get lost as you count them, and you want to have to start again and get lost again. He was two grades above yours and barely spared you a glance as he paraded around with his brand new friends– another international kid and a kid that was a grade above yours and one bellow his. You learned their names that same day; Bang Chan and Kim Seungmin. They ate together at lunch and you stared at them with a dreamy look in your face, until you tripped and fell face first on the floor. Once again you came back home crying and hurt and humiliated. And one again your mother swore to protect you from the new kid in the block. 

It was a few years later, but you were there when he got his first girlfriend. 

And when he broke up with her. The whole school found out the very next day, interrogating him with questions that he clearly didn’t even know the answers yet; he was just 15, after all. It happened during lunch time– when it was decided that he broke up with her, and not the other way around; you, once again, were on your way to the football field, where you usually ate your lunch while doing the homework for the next class, and you saw him. Walking. Running. Marching… to you. He is fuming and you can feel the anger, but Felix just looks at you, then at your homework, and rolls his eyes. 

“Let me help.”

You didn’t say a thing, but you listened to every word as he explained the mathematical formulas. You aced your pop quiz the next day. But is appeared that he didn’t care. 

You were there as he grew– more.

And when he found a stray cat and took it home.

And when his mom got angry cause the cat ruined her sofa.

And when his dad returned home from a work trip in Australia. 

And when his dad went back to Australia and never came back.

And when he got beat up in the end of his Junior year in high school. 

And when he beat someone up in the beginning of his Senior year.

And basically every other moment because it is very hard to mind your own business when his window is just right across from yours. Or when he goes to your school. Or when this nagging feeling of him bothers you basically every second of the day. 

During the years that passed you had more interactions with him. Still not enough to apparently satiate your undying crush on him, but enough to actually make you crave more. They were all the same, though; something bad would happen, and you’d be the first one he’d run to because what could actually be worse than this, right now? You are sure he didn’t quite realize how hurtful that was to hear, but he laughed and the melody tone of his voice soothed the wounds away. One time it was a fight, with a new girl, boy, lover, friend– anyone– and he found you in the swings in the end of you guys’ street. He sat down as asked if you had any homework for the next day and, if so, to bring it there. Once again, you aced a quiz. Another time, it was just oppressed emotions; apparently his dad facetimed him– cause I only left your mother, Felix, not you,– and told him about the new wife that was pregnant with the new kids. So he marched to your house, politely ignoring your mothers angry glares, and asking if you had any subject you were struggling with. Enough said, your grades improved exponentially once Felix’s life got… well, complicated. He’d always come to you, study, calm down, and leave. Not talk; no heart to heart; not late night confessions. But still better than nothing. 

Safe to say, Felix’s life was at its peak– of fucked up. He had just hit the last stretch of his Senior year in high school and had to start thinking about colleges, and majors, and life, and adulthood. He didn’t want that. Not yet. He wanted high school a little longer, and he didn’t quite know why, but he does. And you? Well, you were in the final round of your Sophomore year, struggling with things that only get worse, and happy with things that probably will get worse, too. You had a friend or two, and you felt like you didn’t need more. You had the people that you love you loved you back, what else could you want? With the exception of a certain neighbor loving you back, that is. Jeongin and Jisung always said that they should be enough, and they are. But sometimes you just need an extra something that they can’t provide and that’s okay. 

It was during one of those nights– the ones that you feel incredibly alone, even though you have Jeongin clinging to your left arm as he snores in your bed, and Jisung mumbling in his sleep on your other side,– that you decide that you were done. It was time to take action yourself, cause you knew he wouldn’t. You sleep that night with sweet dreams of strawberry fields and Bowie’s songs. And Felix. Always Felix. 

You started off simple. A note. And not the lovey dove kind of note– no, you’d never!– but rather a friendly one; one that would uplift him that rainy morning because you know he needed it, because you heard his mom shouting and him crying and you weren’t about to just tell him that to his face so. A note it is. You leave it in his car during your free period, and you honestly couldn’t give two fucks if anyone saw you, cause you wanted it. You wanted Felix to know it was you. 

You are waiting in the field, sitting on your usual spot in the bleachers, with your chemistry book on the side. He finds you like that, bobbing your head to the song playing through your headset, school work set aside, lunch half eaten. 

“You need to eat,” He basically snarls as he pulled your headphones down. “Or else you won’t grow.”

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up. 

“I’m 16, Felix,” You frowned. “I haven’t been “growing” for a few years now.”

His face flushes red and he rolls his eyes. 

“Need help?”

“No, but I think you do.” You say and oh my god you did it you finally did it!

“What?” He chuckles, incredulously. “What do you mean?”

“I’m your neighbor,” You mumble, suddenly shy. “I see… and hear, a lot. And I’m not prying but I can’t really not listen when it’s loud and– well, that’s beside the point. What I mean is that I’m here to listen.”

“And who said I wanted to talk with you?”

“Me,” You shrug. “You come to me whenever something bad happens. To study, even though I am really not sure how that helps you, but let’s skip formalities. What’s happening?”

“What the…?” Felix is seizing you up and you know it. He’s done it so many times for you to recognize the sensation. “You are so weird, Y/N.”

“Meh, I’ve heard worse,” You joke and lean back.

“Who?”

“Who what?” 

“Who told you worse?” Felix asks and he is frowning. For a second, you want to tell him you. You did, with looks, and gossips, and actions. But you don’t. You just shake your head and laughs. 

“Doesn’t matter, Felix,” You say. “Talk to me.”

“What if I don’t want you?”

“Then you wouldn’t be here,” You clarify and you think that’s exactly what he needs; someone to clarify his own actions to him.

So he talks. His mom got angry because he asked if he could visit his dad and then shouting. And more shouting. And him crying and her leaving and him being alone. He hated being alone. And you nod; you nod not because you understand– you don’t,– but you nod because you hated being alone too and because you don’t want to say something and scare him away. So you silently listen to him, for ten, twenty, thirty minutes, until it’s class time again. 

This time, when you are walking to Literature and see him by the lockers, he smiles at you. Just a simple, closed-mouth grin. But it was more than enough to make you giddy for the rest of the day. You arrive home and run to tell your mom and she tries to smile, but ends up with a grimace, because oh god how she hated that boy. 

You wake up the next day and it dawns on you– you did it. You managed to talk to him like friends. Laugh like friends. Smile like friends. And it starts there; it starts with friendship. 

“Y/N!” Your mother shouts from the kitchen, hoping, for the first time in her life, that you were late and still sleeping. “Someone’s here for you.”

You come out of your room with you backpack, looking at something on your phone, when you hear his chuckle. In the morning. In your kitchen. And you are not dreaming; you even slightly pinch yourself to make sure. Felix is in your kitchen. 

“Ready?” He asks adjusting his bag on his shoulders. 

“Yeah, just… just a second.” You blush while kissing your mom goodbye and grabbing an apple. 

You guide Felix out of your house and awkwardly walks besides him. 

“Why…?” You frown, confused.

“Why not?” He laughs and grabs your apple, taking a bite, and giving it back to you. “We’re neighbors, after all. The walks to school don’t need to be lonely.”

And there it was. Once again, Felix didn’t want to be alone. And you were his choice. Last. First. Easiest. Convenient, if you must. But it was you and no once could take that away. 

You two talk about his Senior year so far and your Sophomore hell, and he laughs when you mention those stupid field trips the school took Freshman and Sophomores, and you tell him how it is basically all just an excuse to hook up with people when the teachers are asleep at night. He nods and agrees with you, earning him a slap on his shoulder and a chuckle from you. He tells you about Chan and Australia and, weirdly enough, his dad. He smiles when he mentions Australia, and a weird feeling takes over your body.  A not-so-good feeling, at that, but you simply push it away. 

For weeks, that is your routine: waking up, grabbing any kind of fruit, and walking with Felix to school. It evolved as days went by; first he started coming up to you to talk, then he started befriending your friends, and now, he even ate lunch with you. This was a dream come true and you were on cloud nine. Until college entrance exam day came by. 

Felix had been a ball of nerves and irritation because of it; barely studying and eating no more than the necessary amount to stay awake and studying. He was one of the top students of the school and no one knew where he was applying, not even you, his new rumored best friend. You would occasionally check up on him through your window, and watch him for a few minutes before sighing and minding your own business. But then you heard it all again; the shouts. This time it was worse; louder, more desperate, and then you heard it. Something breaking, shattering, maybe, and a door slamming. You count ten minutes; and then you follow. You know exactly where Felix will be and you take your time waking to the playground. He needed alone time but he also hated being alone. Funny. 

“You took long enough,” He gruff when he sees your shadow approaching and then he is on you.

You didn’t expect that; his hands on your waist, mouth on yours, bodies pressed against each other. He pushes you until your back is against the metal poles holding the swings up, and his hands explore– your waist, back, hair, until they settle; one on your neck and the other pulling the baby hairs you still had. His mouth moves way faster than you’ve ever had the power to imagine; passionate, intense, relieving. You knew what was happening, and you didn’t care. This was a hell of an upgrade from him helping you studied and you didn’t care. You didn’t care he was using you. You didn’t care that he was taking it all only to throw it out. You wanted this, in any shape, way, or form. And, unfortunately, this was yours. 

It takes a while for you two to separate. Your hands keep him close, though, and he doesn’t complain. He wouldn’t dare. 

“I’m leaving,” He winces at how harsh his voice comes out. “I’m leaving and here we are. What am I doing…?”

“I don’t care,” You shrug. “I had a feeling. That you’d be going… back. And I guess I was right?”

“How’d you know?” He mumbles, nose poking your cheek as his mouth dispersed kisses here and there. 

“You love it, Felix,” You sigh, letting your head fall to the side, basically telling him here you go. “I knew you’d be going back home.”

“This is home too,” He growls. “Home is here.”

“Meh, same difference,” You chuckle, enjoying the feeling of him. “You heart is there. It always was.”

“And where is yours?” He asks, breath hitching. You felt his heart speed up, nervousness taking over. 

You smile, in peace. “Right here,” And you let your palm fall on his chest. “With you.”

“Y/N,” He pulls back, nose touching yours. Eyes on yours. Mouths so close… “I’m leaving. I can’t have you… I can’t do that you. Or me.”

“Then lose me,” You whisper, pecking his lips. “Lose me, Felix, and let me find myself again, years later when you visit. I don’t need to be your forever, but… let me be your right now. Let me be your someone to lose.”

He nods. You see tears in his eyes and you kiss them away. You kiss the freckles in his face; the jutted lower lip; the button nose. Everything. Felix was here, now, and that’s all you needed. That’s all you’d allow yourself to need. 

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hello lovelies! I’m sorry it took so long to post, I’m working on about five fics right now and this is the first one to get posted! Let me know what you think :)

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blackout. | han jisung

+ fluff, high school!au, best friend!jisung, alcohol mention, swearing + word count: 2.9k + In the scenario of one of us gets way too drunk and says something that they really, really shouldn’t, Jisung’s always been the careful one. He’s surprised when it pays off, and for once, he isn’t the one caught running his mouth.

The pulse of the booming trap song’s bassline shakes the room and inside his chest, Han Jisung’s heart beats loudly alongside it. Underneath the magenta strobe lights, you’re dancing- tugging at his hand for him to dance with you.

“Come on, relax a little!” You prod, dangling your red plastic cup in front of him before taking a swig. The song hits its chorus and you drop Jisung’s hand to raise your arms and sway your body to the speakers’ reverb.

But how could he relax? How could he relax when you’re dressed to kill, looking way too good to be good for him? When your tipsy smile is so brilliant that he finds it constantly electrifying, even in the dim pauses alternating the flashing party lights? When you’re slipping your fingers through his again and lifting your hands to spin yourself around and around underneath the curve of his arm, laughing when he gives you that adorable, baffled look-

How could he relax when he realizes right then and there that maybe, just maybe, he wants to actually admit to you that he loves you a little more than a best friend should?

“Fucking dance with me, Jisung!” You interrupt his thread of thoughts, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t have time to be annoyed at how much of a pushy drunk you are, however, because in the blink of an eye, you’re leaning in too close, too quickly. The way your makeup-smeared eyelids slip shut and how your head falls forward makes the boy’s vision tilt; doing him more damage than the single shot of tequila he had downed earlier could. He isn’t sure if your intoxicated brain is making you do that on purpose or if you’re actually passing out on him right now, but he’s certain that if he had moved half a second too late, your lips would have sunk straight into his.

“Wh-! Dance by yourself, loser,” Jisung sputters, steadying your wobbly frame with worried, wide eyes despite the backhanded insult. “I’m going out for a breather, okay? Go bother Hyunjin for a few minutes or something.”

“Oops, sorry,” you giggle, stumbling but seemingly unfazed by the brief brush of his cheek against your mouth. Jisung moves to escape you with a playful roll of his eyes, but you cling onto his arm groggily. “Wait! Ugh, what- are you dumb? You’re my... best friend. You’re the one I’m supposed to bother!”

“Uh, yeah, I think we both need that fresh air, actually,” Jisung stifles a laugh and pats the top of your head, gently placing a hand against the small of your back to guide you through the throng of equally piss-drunk teenagers and towards the front doors. He’s not surprised by the sheer amount of kids trying to relieve some stress by indulging in temporary fun and rowdy company. The school had just ended and everyone was keen on starting the summer break with .

“Yeah, dumbass... take... take me with you,” you slur, slumping against the support of Jisung’s side. The brown-haired boy lets out a sigh, stealing a glance at how your head is nestled into the bend of his shoulder. For a fleeting second, he muses on the thought of how right it felt for his arm to be around your waist just like this. He clicks his tongue and pushes away the jittery feeling suddenly gnawing at him, choosing instead to focus on preventing you from faceplanting.

You both step through the main entrance to be greeted with a similarly packed, large front yard. Among the high school kids sharing packs of cheap beer, another set of speakers sit in the background, relaying the same party mix that’s playing on the ones inside the house. Fairy lights run haphazardly through tree branches and string out in lines across the charcoal sky, setting a much more mellow atmosphere in contrast to the previous chaos of beaming lights.

“God, what are there a shit-ton of people here for?” You groan, stumbling to pull Jisung along farther from the crowd.

“Duh, it’s Chan’s party. He knows everyone, [Y/N],” he replies, carefully hovering close behind, should your body choose to collapse on itself as you lead him to the outskirts of the party. You find an isolated curb on the edge of the lawn that satisfies you, and you plop down on the ground, motioning for him to sit with you.

“Oh, right! Chan! He’s cute, huh? His dimples... real cute...” you exclaim in response to his comment, perking up with recognition.

Jisung can’t help it when his heart sinks like a damn ship in his ribcage.

“He’s so nice too! Can you believe that? Honestly, how is he still single? Ugh, whatever. Must be because he’s always buried in work. Beats me,” you ramble on. In your baked state, you miss how the boy sitting in front of you visibly deflates.

This seems like such a joke to him. A cruel one, at that. In fact, he nearly laughs- the reason why he’s so cautious about staying clearheaded around you is because he knows all too well that drunk Jisung equals a hundred times more unfiltered Jisung, and that only opens up a million ways for him to slip up in front of your face. Drunk Jisung would know exactly how to get over himself and cough up the confession that’s been eating at him since the fifth grade. Drunk Jisung definitely, most certainly wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut about what he’s been meaning to say for so, so long.

Drunk Jisung would not pass up the opportunity to tell you that he likes you.

Yet, here you are- the hammered [Y/N] to his sober self. You’re going on about how you adore his other friends, recalling how cute Jeongin is, or how funny the thing Minho said the other day was. Every offhanded compliment you dish out about Woojin or Changbin, or about Hyunjin, Seungmin, or Felix drives another pin of jealousy into his gut. It makes him a little sick- guilty too, but here’s the thing: he can admit that he’s always expected the roles to be reversed if he weren’t always on guard; except his affections would revolve entirely around you.

Jisung watches you talk animatedly. The warm lights behind you cast a pretty glow against your figure. High above you, the crescent moon hangs a curtain of faded-out, pale moonlight that runs across the planes of your face and illuminates your features. The arch of your smile softens as your giggling dies down, and he snaps out of his absentmindedness when he sees you studying him back with an intent gaze that mirrors his own. And in that moment, he realizes that there isn’t anything he wants more than to be drunk out of his mind just to be able to tell you how he feels.

Maybe... it doesn’t really matter. She won’t remember jack shit about tonight anyway. Tell her, a nagging voice in the back of his head coaxes the teenager. His breath catches in his throat when you lean forward by a centimeter.

You don’t need anything else but the choice to be brave. Do it already.

In three- Jisung’s stomach is turning itself inside out as he straightens, plucking up just enough courage to look straight back into your eyes.

Two- despite his inner attempts to pull himself together, the butterflies he’s holding back go into a frenzy. Pairs of persistent wings flutter and tickle him, warming him up and egging him on.

One- who cares if his confession is in vain? He’s going to say it. He has to say it.

Your focused stare swallows him whole. The determined expression that appears on your face out of nowhere unnerves him even more, but he still opens his mouth and scrambles for the words he so desperately needs to get out. Just three words, and he’ll feel all better-

“I like you,” you blurt out, stopping Jisung dead in his tracks.

He waits for three, two, one seconds. He waits for what feels like an eternity for you to say “just kidding!” or maybe “you should see your face right now, ji,” but that doesn’t happen, and so he decides to finally find his voice, and a little bit of his courage.

“That’s my line,” is his reply, voice barely over a disbelieving whisper. His heart, which had been thrumming at a rhythm to rival a hummingbird��s, feels as if its emergency brake had been yanked at all of a sudden. It’s spiraling out of control for a few breathtaking moments before it’s turbulence comes to a halting standstill. If he was hooked up to a heart rate monitor right now, you’d see him flatlining.

“I like you,” you repeat, a little sturdier and a little soberer, but your eyelids are still heavy and your words are still slurring as you reach out to grip his forearm with an insistent, almost pleading touch. “So much... I like you more than... taking naps during that boring physics period we have after lunch. Who in the fresh fuck thought that would be a decent idea anyway?” you continue, softly shaking his arm as if you were trying to convince him. “I’ve liked you since forever... Like, even before Minho got his fucking cats! Do you know how long that is? Those cats are, like... older than my grandma... bet...”

Jisung wants to say something. He wants to laugh at your ridiculous, drunken analogies. Wants to teasingly mention how you can’t possibly kiss your mom with how much of a sailor mouth you have when you’re wholly shit-faced. He wants, he wants, he wants so badly to say something fun and dumb and annoying like “you’ve already stolen my heart and now you’re gonna steal my thunder too?!”, but he’s horrified to find his throat as dry as the Sahara, and the words he had quietly reserved for you are barely making their way past his lips because there isn’t any air in his lungs to help him push them out. He can’t even find his shaky pulse anymore- it’s lost in between the buildup of the music in the background and the loop of your confession playing on his thoughts as he tries his best to process what you’d said. He opens his mouth to try again, but you cut him off for the second time tonight.

“W-Wait... I’m... feeling kinda sick,” is what you manage to mumble.

Han Jisung barely registers the beat drop of Wasted by Tiësto echoing into his ears as you flinch away from him, turning around to empty out several cups of half-digested vodka sprite onto the street.

And then, you black out for real.

Your press the heels of your hands against your closed eyes, rubbing against ruined mascara. You’re fairly certain that you have the city dumpster raccoon look going on for you right now, but the boy standing to your left and setting down a drugstore bottle of aspirin on your nightstand is being nice enough not to make fun of you for it.

“So... I passed out?”

“Yep. The lightweight jumped out!” Jisung offers you a toothy grin, passes you a tall glass of water, and pulls his hand up to card his fingers through your hair. You peek at him in the soft morning light of your bedroom and your heart warms. He’s so bright. All endearingly crooked teeth and wide, wide smiles. Smiles that you can see in his cheeks and in his eyes and in the way it lights up the area around him.

“Ew, shut up. You’re not being funny right now,” you say, words laced with a laugh. It’s a blatant lie, obviously. You’ve been hungover the whole morning and Jisung is the first person to make you smile and forget your splitting migraine for more than a minute. The divide of his fingers in between your locks distract you and you look up to meet his eyes, corners of your lips quirking up to return your own affectionate smile. “You are being sweet, though. What’s up?”

He shifts from one foot to another. The faint pink that surfaces and then settles across his face confuses you, but it sets off the feeling of a bouquet blooming inside of your chest either way. 

Jisung had let himself in fifteen minutes earlier with only a short text that read ‘omw to take care of ur vodka aunt ass’ to notify you. Your household had grown so accustomed to the spontaneous nature of his visits over the years that your mom insists he should keep your spare key instead. He turns it down every time she suggests it, saying that he would most likely end up moving in with you and joking that the rental payments you issue are ridiculous.

“Well, you did throw up on the concrete, and you did burden me with the responsibility of carrying your unconscious body home. Do you know how many people stopped me to ask if I murdered you and if I was looking for a yard to bury the body in?” he rants, faking an exaggerated look of exasperation on his face. You let out a low whistle and sputter out a loud laugh. “I’m serious, I looked sketchy as hell! Felix was about ready to dial 911 when he saw me dragging you to Chan’s car without any context.” He insists, giving you a pointed look. You laughter settles down and you wipe away at the corners of your eyes, Jisung watching you in amusement. He shakes his head slightly with a tiny smile on his face, allowing his gaze to drop down to the ground. A certain fondness washes over you as you watch him. You’re both chest-deep in a pleasant silence, taking in the comfort you brought each other.

“But, I guess what I’m trying to say is... I was worried about the girl I like,” Jisung speaks softly after a short while, like he’s sharing a secret with you.

You would have reveled in the absolute serenity of the moment had you not choked on the drink you were sipping. An embarrassing, ten-second long coughing fit ensues and you repeatedly pound a closed fist against your chest to get yourself together. Your best friend rubs soothing circles on your back with big, concerned eyes, but it’s only making it a bit harder to breathe properly.

“S-sorry. Huh?”

Jisung takes a short breath and your surprised that it sounds shakier than your own voice right now. Your bed sinks with his weight as he drops down to sit right in front of you, hand moving to briefly push his hair back with a sigh.

“I like you, [Y/N]. I like you more than you like sleeping through afternoon classes,” he explains in reply to your previous response (or lack thereof), messing with the frayed hems of his grey hoodie. It’s old and worn-out and you couldn’t count on your fingers the amount of times you’ve borrowed it for yourself. More often than not for the comfort of knowing it belongs to you just as much as it belongs to Jisung, rather than for the purpose of keeping away the cold. “I like you more than I should if you decide to keep calling me just your best friend.”

“Shit, man, that’s a lot,” you murmur solemnly, trying hard to contain the anticipation you’re feeling. You’re wondering whether or not the alcohol actually has worn off, because you think you’re totally hallucinating one of the romanticized confessions that you come up with in your daydreams. Jisung only smiles crookedly and lets out a tiny snort. Your heart stutters when he decides to catch your hands and hold them in his. “But,” you trail on, “I’ve always liked you more than you like me so you lose by default.”

The grin that breaks out on his face is a hundred percent priceless, but you find yourself in motion before you can fully appreciate its radiance. It feels like you’re moving on autopilot when you lean forward. You feel Jisung’s hands glide up to rest at your upper arms, but your eyes shut too soon for you to watch them move. Something like déjà vu tugs at your inside, joining in with the backflips your stomach is performing. The familiarity of it is warm and welcoming, though, and it comforts you; making you feel like this is just right.

Jisung’s lips meet yours. You feel how he’s holding back that same grin to be able to give you a proper kiss and your heart threatens to actually explode. His kisses are so like him- they’re sweet and dizzying and you feel as if you can’t get enough of them. It’s gentle and a bit playful, and when he pulls away to plant light pecks across the bridge of your nose, up onto your forehead and then back down atop your eyelids, you think you’re going to lose it with how cute he is.

“All right, best friend- or am i supposed to call you something else now?” You giggle, bringing your arms up to hang lazily from Jisung’s shoulders.

He pretends to think, humming and furrowing his eyebrows. Impatience gets the best of his act, however, and he can’t help his beaming expression. “I don’t really care as long as I get to kiss you again.”

You find that you don’t mind that much either. All that matters is his arms now linked around your waist and your giddy laughter filling the space in between the both of you, getting quieter as he draws you in to press his lips against yours.

[kenbinru]

I Can’t Believe I Have the Girlfriend of My Dreams! (An Unromantic Love Comedy LN) Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

Akane pulled out her cat-shaped planner. There were so many little notes and post-its scrambled all over today's date. I still couldn't believe that Kaneko-san and Daisuke are a couple! That's almost as preposterous as me being with Akane! Akane said this would be great practice for Yuki-san in my original world. But, I'm glad that my partner in crime would be here to help me. I just never expected his help in this way. We were walking towards the entertainment district of town. Our first stop was a movie. One of the newest releases was the new Masked Avenger remake. To be honest, I'm not a big fan of them remaking the original TV show, but nevertheless I was still interested in seeing it. I look at Kaneko-san and her eyes lit up the moment she saw the poster.

She has a terrible poker face…

"Oh hey! The new Masked Avenger movie is out. How about we see that Kazuki? Are you two cool with that?" asked Akane.

She knew!

Daisuke wasn't as adamant as the rest of us. He grew up from this kid stuff.

"Eh…it's a kid movie right? How about that new horror movie That? I've heard good things about that spooky killer clown!"

Kaneko-san gave a light punch to Daisuke in the gut.

"I-I hate horror movies idiot Daisuke!"

Akane interjected, managing to pull back Kaneko-san from her flurry of pouty punches.

"C'mon Daisuke, Masked Avenger has better reviews. Besides, That jumped the shark when they did that cross-over movie with The Circle series.

Somehow, I'm not surprised Akane was a fan of horror movies.

Daisuke, shocked by Akane's knowledge of the cheap horror movies, accepted his defeat.

"Fine… Let's see Kaz's and Mary's favorite kid show. It's like you two never grew up…" as he grabbed me in a headlock again.

The women decided to save our seats while Daisuke and I went to go get the snacks.

It wouldn't be a movie without popcorn.

Walking past the line, I could see kids with their moms eagerly awaiting the movie to start. The kids were enthusiastic since they were handing out free paper Masked Avenger masks. I would have totally taken one, but was too embarrassed to. It was a bit awkward, since the four of us were the only teenagers that were going to watch the movie.

"I guess everyone else is watching That." said Daisuke.

We reach the busy snack bar, and Daisuke gets the regular size for him and Kaneko-san. However, I get the large since Akane could probably eat the entire bucket of popcorn by herself.

Where does all the food go?

The popcorn bucket was almost bigger than my body, since I decided to play it safe and order the "kaiju-sized" one instead of the large one. Despite being full of popcorn, it was heavier than I expected!

"Uh…do you need some help?" said Daisuke.

"N-nope!"

There was an awkward silence between both of us. Usually Daisuke and I would be fanboying the movie we were about to see, but we weren't alone together this time. This was the first time I've ever seen him with a girl, and my curiosity peaked since Daisuke never seemed to be the type of guy that would be in a relationship to begin with. Kaneko-san would have been the last person I would have thought of to be with Daisuke.

"Go ahead, ask why." said Daisuke.

He read my mind!

"Haha, that's why we're partners in crime I guess."

"So how did you and Kaneko-san get together?" I asked.

We were stuck behind a huge wave of people that were trying to get into the viewing room.

"Well, after Valentines' Day she confessed to me about her feelings. She gave me some chocolate and one thing led to another we got to know each other pretty well. We sat next to each other anyways in Class 2-A. Turns out we have a lot in common, you'd be surprised Kaz."

I couldn't believe that Kaneko-san was hiding her feelings this whole time. The roadrunner of the school could literally have any boy (or girl) she wanted, but I guess she saw something in Daisuke. They seemed to be polar opposites from each other, but at the same time, those two seemed like two sides of the same coin. I never would have noticed, but then again, I'm one of the densest people you'll ever meet.

I wonder if Kaneko-san in World B has the same feelings?

Finally it made sense to me - that's probably what was bothering Kaneko-san the whole time! From what I remember in my original world, Daisuke never received chocolate from Kaneko-san, hence them not being a couple. Or at least that's what I'm aware of since she avoided me the whole day.

Maybe that was a clue to solving Kaneko-san's problem from World B?

"She's not like any other girl I've met. Ever since we've become a couple it's like I see the world in a different way. Although some things she could improve on like her mood, temper, whining, the roadrunner's cute man. To be honest…I-I've always had a crush on her! This must be how you feel with Akane right?"

This was a different side to Daisuke I never knew. I've never seen him blush either! Hearing his feelings for Kaneko-san for the first time almost made my own heart skip a beat.

Who knew this dummy could be caring?

We return to our theater with our food and try to find the girls in the dark room.

"Oh. Before I forget, you don't have to be so formal Kaz, call my girlfriend by her first name. She'd appreciate it."

Daisuke holds his small bucket of popcorn over his head as he tries to lead the way through the aisles. It was hard to see past my gigantic bucket, but I noticed the kids sitting around were looking at the giant popcorn in astonishment. Finally, I see Mary waving her short arm at us from above. We finally get to our seats. Daisuke hands Mary their popcorn, and she starts munching on it.

"Thanks Mary-chan!" said I.

Mary spits out her popcorn, while Daisuke started to vigorously pat her back.

"W-what did you say?!"

I couldn't tell if her face was red from almost choking on popcorn, or was it the first time I called her by her first name.

"Good grief Mary, chew before you swallow!" said Daisuke.

Akane was watching the whole situation next to me with her giant popcorn bucket.

"You two are so perfect together!"

The theater's lights started to dim and Akane almost instinctively grabbed my hand. The rowdy kids running around the place returned back to their seats. I can hear the projector turning on, and the movie starts.

"It was amazing! The villain had the Masked Avenger by the ropes, but justice always prevails!" said Mary.

"There was no way he was gonna lose, they already set up the sequel. Besides, I'm looking forward to the sequel when he comes." said Daisuke.

Overall the movie was faithful to the source material, but I would have personally liked it if it took some creative liberties. Mary on the other hand, was on the edge of her seat near the end. It was good to feel like a kid again.

"I know you liked it a lot right Kazuki-kun? I think you were even more invested than Mary-chan!" said Akane.

I try to hide my embarrassment, but she was right. The movie blew all my expectations away! I didn't even eat any of the popcorn since I was so enamored! But it didn't matter since Akane finished it for me.

"I'm glad everyone had fun. Onto our next destination!"

Akane led the four of us to our next stop.

Up next on our double date was some time at the Purrfect Café. It was strange to be back here since last time. Being in World A(kane), it was also technically Daisuke's and Mary's first time here. Upon entering the café, there was Felix, the black cat that saved my life (or at least World B Felix technically did). I purr at the tubby feline.

"You two seem to know each other well…" said Akane.

A tubby man in a suit walks up to us. It was manager-san!

"Ah Akane-chan! My formerly favorite employee! Oh what I would do to have you back here. I'll do anything. Anything."

I give the old pervert a death stare. He gets the message.

"Oh my manager-san, stop it you're embarrassing me!"

The manager and employee laughed on the old times, until Akane quit her charade.

"But I'm done working here old man-"

Akane grabbed Manager-san by the collar and got right into his face.

"And stop calling me for advice!"

Oh Manager-san!

Akane let go of Manager-san, and fixed his tie for him with a smile. She walked past him towards one of the bigger tables in the back. Manager-san loosened the tie back down a bit, and prompted the rest of us to take our seats.

"A-alright you youngsters, pick any table you want. S-someone will be right with you."

Manager-san leaves us to our own care, and we decided to pick a table that seated four people, and it had pictures of cats all over it. Akane and I sat on one side, with Daisuke with Mary on the other.

"You used to work here Akane-chan?" said Mary.

Akane's face turned red.

"Y-yeah…for a while! I needed the money and this place seemed "purrfect" for me!"

Akane curled her hair and gave a wry laugh.

"I can't imagine someone like you working at a place like this." said Mary.

"I would've totally taken a picture of you Akane-chan!" said Daisuke.

Mary slams her tiny fist on the table. Our table rocks a bit to the side, and we notice a young girl around our age just accidently bumped it too.

"Ahhh! Sorry-nyan!"

Oh boy…

The clumsy girl was wearing the standard uniform of the maid outfits – but with a twist. She was wearing cat ears and had a tail sticking out behind her. Her maid outfit had white frills and her rather busty chest had a small cat-shaped window that one could see through. She had black hair that was tied into a bun. I also noticed that she was wearing colored contacts along with her large black-rimmed over-sized glasses. Her whole costume was on pointe.

Eh. Akane wore it better.

Akane lightly pinches me on my arm!

She knows!

Mary was red from how provocative the uniform was, and Daisuke was about to pull out his phone for a photo, but I signaled him to stop unless he wanted to be killed by our girlfriends.

"H-hello master-nyan! You can call me Neko-nee! I'm your servant for today! What would you like?"

Looking through the menu, it seemed familiar to what I remember. I was about to get the omelet rice, but with Akane being here, she would of course ask me if hers or Neko-nee's was better.

Better dodge that bullet!

Instead, I went for the coffee and sandwich plate. I wasn't feeling as hungry after all the excitement from watching the Masked Avenger movie.

"I don't know what to pick!" said Mary.

Daisuke grabbed her menu and closed it.

"We'll have the couple's deluxe please." said Daisuke.

Mary was visibly embarrassed, but she appreciated Daisuke being able to choose something quickly.

"I'll have the manager's special, extra-large please!" said Akane.

Neko-nee dropped her pen and server-book.

"N-no way…"

Neko-nee's natural voice was much deeper than I expected. She picked up her pen and server-book, and adjusted her glasses once more.

"Hawawawa! Neko-nee wasn't sure if she heard correctly-nyan. Manager's special, extra-large?"

She was back in character. Her hands were still shivering, and even her glasses were becoming foggy.

"N-no one's ever finished it, let alone extra-large!" said Neko-nee.

Akane gave her unopened menu back to Neko-nee.

"Don't worry, I made the challenge after all." said Akane.

Neko-nee's mouth was wide open.

"Y-you…y-you're Akane-chan?! The one manager-san always talks about?!"

"Yep…that's me…" Akane said. She gave a big sigh at her reputation at her former workplace.

"C-coming right up!"

Neko-nee dashed off into the back of the restaurant. We could hear some small bickering between her and the chef, followed by a loud manly gasp. My mouth began to water by the scent of various dishes being cooked in the back of the kitchen.

Akane's face became serious. She was going to finish all of it. At least I hope so. It was so much that we had to help Neko-nee bring all the food over. Her plate itself was almost the size of the table we were sitting at. In fact, it was probably more food than a buffet on a Sunday morning.

Where does it all go?!

"Where…does it all go? said Daisuke.

You read my mind again partner!

"Don't worry; I had a light breakfast everyone." said Akane.

She just had a large bucket of popcorn, and now this?!

She rolled up her sleeves and picked up her knife and fork. The regular manager's special today was only about a small plate of hamburg steak and some fries on the side. However, this being the one that Akane herself made during her time here, it included not only the hamburg steak and fries on the side, but also every other manager's special for all the other days. It included a 2.28kg cat-shaped bowl of ramen, 10 sandwiches, 10 soufflés, 10 double cheeseburgers, pizza, rice, and pasta. Oh, and free refills on drinks of course. All in all, it wasn't a question of whether or not Akane could do it, but rather how long it would take. When she finishes it, she would have a picture of herself on the wall of the (currently empty) challenge winners, along with the whole meal for free. Needless to say, my wallet really hopes she finishes it. Mary was in a catatonic state just looking at the sheer volume of food.

"Your girlfriend's got some appetite Kaz…" said Daisuke.

I know…

"Let's eat!" said Akane with a smile on her face.

"Ahhhh!"

Akane was patting her belly, which had grown almost three times in size.

"Just…how was that possible?!" said Mary.

The three of us witnessed something special today. At first it seemed like Akane was struggling to finish half-way through the food, but she just kept going, and going, one bite at a time. She even managed to finish all of her food before I did!

"I'm stuffed for today everybody…" said Akane.

Neko-nee and Manager-san were watching the whole time at the table beside us. Manager-san had his instant camera ready for the moment Akane finished her meal, but Neko-nee took the camera away from his perverse eyes.

"Alrighty! Let's take a photo master-nyan!"

She readied the camera in front of Akane to take the picture.

"Ready? One, two, three, cheese!"

Just then Akane in her food-drunk state grabs me by the neck making me be in the photo with her.

"Kazuki…you're the best boyfriend-"

"A-Akane!"

Neko-nee grabs the photo from the instant camera and starts waving it around until it develops. She takes a look at the photo and starts to laugh.

"Aww…my masters are cute-nyan!"

The photo was me basically looking terrified by Akane's sudden drunk strength and Akane smiling in a dumbfounded fashion. Daisuke and Mary were face-palming hard.

This is too embarrassing!

"You guys are really two peas in a pod Kaz…" said Daisuke.

We leave as soon as the photo was posted and I carry Akane out with her arm over my shoulder. She was barely able to move.

We should probably walk this off…

"Come here you punk kid!"

I'm too old for this…

We found a park nearby and decide to relax a bit from all the chaos today. Unfortunately chaos was present when Mary and Akane encouraged us boys to play with the local kids. It's a nostalgic feeling to be at this playground, since I remember Daisuke and I would frequently come here. As kids, we thought the slide was super high like a roller coaster, but looking at it now, it was pretty tiny. The playground equipment was getting old and rusted, but I had fond memories of running around with Daisuke and pretending to be the Masked Avenger. It's a good feeling to see the next generation still pretend to be the Masked Avenger, even if it was the remake version.

"You can't catch me old man!" said one of the punk kids.

"Then you better run from Danger Daisuke!"

He's getting wayyy into this.

Daisuke started chasing the kids around the park, but due to their small size, they were surprisingly nimble enough to evade getting tagged by Daisuke. I could barely keep up with running around after helping Akane walk off her manager's special. In the meantime, Mary was sitting on the park bench with Akane to the side, since she was still tired from eating a week's worth of food. Mary promised to keep watch of her just in case, but Akane was starting to get back to normal after walking around a bit. Suddenly I feel someone slap me on my behind.

"Ow!"

These kids are gonna pay!

I'm fired up!

"I'm gonna get you kids!"

Akane-chan is calmly observing the two idiots running around with the kids. I can feel the warm air of the afternoon blowing through us. It was like she and I were paused in time, looking on from Kazuki-kun and my loveable idiot Daisuke running around with the kids.

It's been a while since I've been here…

Even after eating all that food, it seems she has returned back to her energetic self. To be honest, she and I haven't spoken much before this day, but we had a mutual friend through Kazuki-kun. She's a lovely person up close, with her skin pale and almost looking like a mannequin from the clothing stores. Her chest was larger than mine, but she wasn't too busty (I think). Even though we were rivals since she came to Kasumigaeski High, there was a mutual respect I had for her. She just made everything seem effortless, even though I would work hard and tirelessly for hours.

"S-so…uh Mary-chan, how did you and Daisuke get together anyways?" said Akane.

It looked like she summed up all of her courage to ask me that question. I'm flustered by her sudden bluntness! The memories are flooding back to me with my confession and it's making me feel anxious in my chest!

"E-Eh! Oh! We got together soon after Valentines' Day…but we've been in the same class all year anyways. I guess we were both hiding our feelings from each other."

That's my genuine response.

I think that was the first time I ever explained to anyone about how Daisuke and I got together.

"Daisuke may be annoying, an idiot, and seriously cheap, but he's a loveable fool. My loveable fool that accepts me for who I am."

I'm still embarrassed though nghrnghrnghr!

Quick! Think of a question Mary!

"H-How about you Akane? What do you see in Kazuki?"

I'll admit that at a time I really did have feelings for Kazuki, that idiot. There were days when we studied together that made me really feel happy. It was in the past of course! However, once I realized he was perfect for Akane, I moved on. I hope one day Daisuke and I can be like them.

"Hmm…"

Akane took a moment to compose her thoughts. I think one of the main differences between her and I was that she never seemed to immediately respond whatever came to her mind like my impulsiveness. Like her previous "Ice Witch" reputation, she was cold and calculating, but still one of the most nicest and pleasant people to be around.

"Well, he accepted me when everyone else seemed to be distant or afraid. I know people called me the "Ice Witch" of Kasumigaseki High, but Kazuki-kun kept trying. He makes me feel warm when everyone else was cold. He can be stubborn sometimes, but I really like him."

Her response to what she sees in Kazuki would have probably melted the idiot's heart. It just further cements my thoughts that Akane really is more than what she seems.

"I'm glad we are friends Mary-chan."

It was the first time that I saw her smile up close. Truth be told, that smile could've won any idiot over.

"Me too Aka-nee!" as I smile back.

"Found you punks!"

Daisuke and Kazuki were still running around with the kids.

Those idiots.

I'm tired.

Today was draining from chasing all those kids at the playground. Daisuke and I managed to eventually wear down the kids enough that they got bored and left us. By the time the kids left, it was already getting dark so our double date ended on that note. Right now I'm in bed with Akane, who still managed to have enough room for dinner despite completing the challenge. You think she would be tired of hamburg steak but nope! I submitted to my girlfriend's request of more hamburg.

Just where does it go?!

When I go to sleep I will be back in my original World B. But despite feeling tired, I couldn't exactly fall asleep. I just wondered whether or not whatever we did today would help me get closer to Yuki-san. I just have to remember whatever happens here will not carry over to the other world.

"Hey Kazuki? You asleep?" said Akane.

"No." I said.

Akane rolls over, staring up at the wall.

"I can't sleep either, too full." she said.

I chuckle at her ridiculous achievement.

"Did you have fun with Mary and Daisuke today?"

She turned back to face me, with her eyes indicating she was waiting for a response.

"Yes, in fact I thought of something interesting Akane."

Akane rose from lying down to turn on the light.

This must be what they call "pillow talk."

"What is it?! Tell me!"

It's like 1 am and she still had energy to pout!

"Well, you know how some things from this world and my world correlate together? Well since Daisuke and Mary are a couple here, it's weird that they aren't in my world."

Akane's eyes lit up brighter than my lamp on the bed side counter.

"Really?! Mary-chan mentioned to me about her hidden feelings and how they had the same feelings to each other but never did anything until Valentines' Day when she confessed!"

She had a point. Kaneko-san from my world was acting weird that day from what I remember, and I definitely don't remember Daisuke ever getting confessed by Kaneko-san.

That must be what's bothering Kaneko-san!

"Let's call it Operation Maiden's Heart! Consider it like a side quest to your main quest of getting with Yuki-san. Help out your partner in crime and Mary!"

This is real life Akane, not a game!

Otherwise, she had a good idea. I should help those two dummies admit their feelings since they're both dense. Besides, all I want is for my friends to be happy, and seeing them together in this world makes me think that they're meant for each other.

I'm just gonna nudge them closer together, that's all!

"Good night Akane."

"Sweet dreams, Kazuki."

She turns off the light and we drift off to sleep.

"Yes sir. I'm sending you the photo now. We've finally found her." I text.

It was after hours, and I can't wait to get out of this stupid cat maid costume. Although maybe I should keep it just in case for him…? I press send on my phone to him and await further orders from him. I put my thick glasses down and start to take out my uncomfortable colored contacts.

*BZZZZ. *BZZZZ. *BZZZZ.

"He's calling me?!"

I juggle my phone out and try to press the answer button with my blurry vision.

"It's her, no doubt about it. Turns out my information was correct. Keep on standby just in case she comes back. Keep observing her like you have." he said.

"R-Roger, just how long will I be working here?!" I ask.

"Until we can pin-point just where she lives. We need to be careful about this."

I hear a dial tone. He hung up!

"That jerk!"

I guess I'm stuck here for a while more. I didn't sign up for this! I hear a buzz from my phone and look at the new message.

"Oh! And good job. Keep it up! J" he texts.

Thank God this is through a phone, otherwise he would've seen me in this embarrassing state! I take off the tail on my back and begin to change out of my maid uniform.

"He's finally found her - Akane Yuki.