#their love for music and their love for eachother are endlessly intertwined

[solxamber]

Hello! I saw that you said it was fine to request still, so if it's alright I'll give you my thoughts/promt if it's fine by you.

Also wanted to say i love you're fanfics! Super entertaining and well written so i was wondering if you could write one that's Vil x mermaid! Reader (romantic) the prompt is-

Vil has been slowly falling in love with the reader; not just by her beauty but her personality the two have these little meet ups where she sings/the two talk endlessly and just enjoy eachothers company, but what I'm getting with this,is that Vil would take time to process his feelings but eventually he gets there and confesses. Maybe it could be a friends x lovers?

whatever you want to do with this idea is cool beans, I just really want to see what you come up with!! Alright,that's all much love ♡♡

Vil Schoenheit x Mermaid! Reader

the idea is so big brained!!! I hope you like it <3

Vil has always appreciated beauty. He lives and breathes it—the art of refinement, the craft of elegance. But lately, beauty has taken on a new form for him, and it looks suspiciously like you. He can’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but he knows it’s tied to those secret meetups you two share by the shoreline.

You’re a mermaid, and you make a point to remind him of that every time he mentions something about the "unbearable" human world. You always roll your eyes dramatically, your tail shimmering in the moonlight as you laugh at his over-the-top complaints about fashion disasters, inferior skincare routines, or the latest scandal in the entertainment industry.

"You humans are so fragile," you often tease, resting your chin on your hand as you float lazily in the water. "Honestly, Vil, it’s a wonder you haven’t all crumbled under the weight of your own drama."

He gives you a sharp look every time, but there’s always a trace of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "And yet, here you are, meeting up with one of these fragile humans every week."

"I didn’t say you weren’t entertaining," you retort with a sly grin. "It’s like watching a soap opera, except with more skincare tips."

Vil chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, which somehow manages to stay flawless even in the salty sea breeze. "You’d be lost without my advice. I’ve seen your seaweed face masks."

You pretend to gasp, putting a hand to your chest. "Seaweed is a perfectly valid skincare ingredient! In fact, it’s far superior to that toxic concoction you call moisturizer."

"Seaweed smells like the bottom of the ocean."

"And you don’t?"

That’s how it always goes—banter, teasing, comfortable silences filled with the soft crashing of waves, and eventually, music. You sing sometimes, when the mood strikes you. It’s never anything planned; it just happens. Vil always listens, captivated, because your voice is something he can't quite describe. It's raw, but pure, untouched by the expectations of the stage or the pressures of fame.

Sometimes he sings back, though he pretends he’s only doing it because you insist. "Come on, Vil. Just a few bars. You know you want to."

"I am a professional," he says, crossing his arms. "I don’t perform on a whim."

But you know how to coax him, and soon enough, he’s harmonizing with your lilting melody, his smooth, controlled voice intertwining with yours in a way that makes the night feel magical.

It’s been months of these little meetings, and Vil has never been quite sure what to make of you. You’re beautiful, of course—stunning, really—but that’s not what has him coming back to the shore every week.

It’s the way you make him feel completely at ease, the way you challenge him without being mean-spirited, the way you listen to him vent about things you couldn’t care less about yet still offer thoughtful responses.

And then there’s that laugh of yours—sharp, like the crack of a wave against the rocks, but warm enough to make him feel lighter every time he hears it.

He’s always valued control—over his image, his career, his emotions—but with you, he’s found himself slipping. He realizes, with some discomfort, that he’s been looking forward to these meetings a little too much. It’s not just the singing or the banter anymore. It’s... you.

That thought bothers him, because Vil Schoenheit does not get "distracted." He doesn’t fall for anyone. At least, not like this.

But here he is, walking down to the beach again, heart beating faster than usual as he anticipates seeing you. Tonight, though, something feels different. Maybe it’s the way the moon is hanging lower than usual, casting everything in a silvery glow, or maybe it’s the fact that Vil can’t deny his feelings anymore.

You’re already waiting for him when he arrives, sitting on a rock with your tail swishing lazily in the water. "Late again, Mr. Superstar?" you call out teasingly.

"I’m fashionably late, thank you," Vil replies, though there’s a softness in his voice. He takes a seat on the sand, smoothing out his coat with practiced precision before looking at you.

"You’re slipping," you say, eyeing him critically. "Usually, you’d have a comeback ready. What’s the matter? One of your beauty products finally backfired?"

Vil snorts softly, shaking his head. "No, though if it did, you’d be the first to hear about it." He looks out at the horizon, his expression thoughtful. "I’ve just been... thinking."

"Uh-oh," you say, folding your arms over your chest. "That sounds dangerous. What about?"

He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to approach this. Vil has always been calculated, measured in everything he does. Confessing his feelings, though? That’s not something he’s prepared for. He glances at you, and suddenly, the words start spilling out before he can stop them.

"You know, for someone who claims not to care about humans, you certainly seem to enjoy spending time with me."

You raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the shift in tone. "Are you fishing for compliments, Vil? Because I don’t need to stroke your ego any more than it already is."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, it’s just... You’re always teasing me about humans, about my world, but you keep coming back. Why?"

You tilt your head, considering his question for a moment before replying. "Because you’re interesting, Vil. You’re not like the others I’ve met. Most humans get caught up in themselves, but you... you’ve got a spark. You’re genuine, even when you’re being all high-and-mighty. And, well, it’s not like I’ve got a lot of options for good conversation under the sea."

Vil’s heart skips a beat at your words, and he finds himself smiling despite the nerves building up inside him. "I see. So I’m just your entertainment, then?"

"Oh, definitely," you say, grinning. "But you’re also... more than that."

Vil blinks, his breath catching slightly. "More?"

You nod, your expression softening. "You’re someone I look forward to seeing. I like being around you, Vil. You make me feel... seen. And I’m not just talking about my looks. It’s like you actually care about me as a person, not just a pretty face."

He swallows, his chest tightening as he listens to your words. This is it. He can’t hold it in any longer. "I do care," he says quietly, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "More than you know."

You look at him, your teasing expression fading as you sense the weight behind his words. "Vil...?"

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. "I think... I think I’m falling for you."

There. He said it. And now his heart is racing, his palms are sweating, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Vil Schoenheit is unsure of himself. He braces for your reaction, half expecting you to laugh it off or tease him like you always do.

But you don’t. Instead, you blink at him, your mouth opening and closing as you process his confession. "You... what?"

Vil clears his throat, forcing himself to meet your gaze. "I’m in love with you," he repeats, more confidently this time. "I’ve been falling for you for a while now, and I didn’t want to admit it, but... I can’t keep it to myself anymore."

There’s a moment of stunned silence before you break into a wide smile. "Vil, you absolute idiot."

He recoils slightly. "I beg your pardon?"

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "I’ve been waiting for you to say something for months now! I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you."

Vil blinks, taken aback. "You... you knew?"

"I didn’t know know," you admit, "but I had a feeling. You’re not exactly subtle, Vil."

He stares at you, a mixture of relief and embarrassment flooding his system. "Why didn’t you say anything, then?"

"Because I wanted to see how long it would take for you to figure it out yourself," you say with a smirk, leaning forward slightly. "I didn’t think it’d take this long, though."

Vil narrows his eyes, though there’s no malice in his expression. "You’re insufferable."

"And yet, you love me," you tease, reaching out to cup his cheek gently. "What does that say about you?"

He huffs, though his heart is fluttering in his chest at your touch. "That I have terrible taste."

You laugh again, the sound bright and infectious, and before Vil can say anything else, you pull him in for a kiss. It’s soft, gentle, and Vil feels like his entire world is melting away in that moment. The taste of saltwater lingers on your lips, and for the first time in a long time, Vil isn’t worried about appearances or perfection. He’s just... happy.

When you finally pull away, both of you are smiling like fools. "So," you say, your voice teasing, "does this mean we’re a thing now?"

Vil rolls his eyes, though he can’t stop the grin spreading across his face. "I suppose it does."

"Good," you say, leaning in to kiss him again. "Because I’m not letting you back out of this one, Mr. Superstar."

Vil chuckles against your lips, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you even closer. "Oh, trust me," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, "I have no intention of backing out. But I do expect you to stop wearing those dreadful seaweed masks."

You gasp dramatically, pulling back just far enough to look him in the eye. "Excuse you! Seaweed is nature’s skincare miracle, Vil. Just because it’s not wrapped in fancy packaging doesn’t mean it’s ineffective."

He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Perhaps, but you’ll have to let me introduce you to something a little more refined. If we’re going to be a couple, I simply can’t allow my significant other to use subpar beauty products."

"Oh, is that so?" you ask, amusement twinkling in your eyes. "I didn’t realize I was dating a beauty tyrant."

"It’s for your own good," he says with mock seriousness, though there’s a warmth behind his gaze that betrays his affection. "Think of it as part of your glow-up. You’ll thank me later."

You can’t help but laugh, your heart swelling with affection for the man in front of you. It’s strange, really—how quickly this has all come together, yet how natural it feels. You never would’ve guessed that your casual banter and late-night talks would lead to this, but now that it’s happening, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Vil reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle but purposeful. "You know," he says softly, his usual sharp tone melting into something softer, "I’ve never met anyone quite like you."

You smile at him, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your chest. "I could say the same about you, Vil. You’re not as scary as people think, you know."

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "That’s a well-maintained persona, I’ll have you know. Can’t let people think I’m soft."

"Oh, but you are," you tease, poking him lightly in the chest. "At least with me."

He scoffs lightly, though there’s no real bite behind it. "I’ll deny it if you tell anyone."

You laugh, resting your forehead against his as you savor the closeness between you. For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel completely at peace, as if everything has fallen into place. Vil, with all his elegance, wit, and sharpness, has somehow become the person you’ve come to care about more than you ever thought possible. And now, as he holds you close, you know that you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

"I’m glad it’s you," you whisper, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "I never thought I’d fall for a perfectionist with an ego the size of the sun, but here we are."

He lets out a soft, genuine laugh, his arms wrapping around you more securely. "I never thought I’d fall for someone who argues with me over skincare, but I suppose life has a sense of humor."

"Looks like we’re both in for a wild ride, then," you say with a grin.

Vil hums in agreement, his hand gently stroking your hair. "As long as it’s with you, I think I can handle it."

You smile, feeling your heart soar at his words. There’s a certain magic to this moment—a kind of fairy tale that feels like it’s been written just for the two of you. And as you sit there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this is the start of something truly beautiful.

"Well then," you say, pulling back slightly to look him in the eye, "looks like you’re stuck with me, Schoenheit."

"Forever, I hope," he says softly, before pulling you in for another kiss—this one longer, deeper, filled with the promise of something lasting.

And in that moment, with the moon shining overhead and the waves lapping gently against the shore, you know that whatever comes next, you’ll face it together..

Masterlist

[carpethefanfics]

Unrequited V

Unrequited I   II   III   IV

It has taken me a while to get motivated and inspired enough to do this but I finally found it somewhere inside myself. I was moved quite a lot by a number of quotes so you can find all the links for those here in this sentence .

From the Anons when I first asked: Unrequited....i'm literally crying. I can't even express how amazing this is. The writing, the way you wrote their characters. Everything I love it all and you ♡ Also, will there be kind of a conclusion episode where they're all dating n cuteness? For unrequited ending..I was thinking just kind of a blurb where remus and sirius tell james and lily and james and lily tell remus and sirius and they're both like finally! And maybe just them finally being able to express all there lovey emotions  Honestly I just want to see jily and wolfstar happy and very fluffy for ending of unrequited. Like they just can't stop staring at eachother,holding,kissing or saying they love eachother. Just more fluff like "I can't believe you're finally mine" ect 

Enjoy.

There are so many things she wants to tell him

So many things running through her mind as they sit there on the couch in the common room

His eyes are glued to a book

And there’s this quill he’s fiddling with in his right hand

And she’s trying to read

But all she can feel is the way the fingers of his left hand dance along her leg

The way they graze the skin slightly

Moving back and forth so softy, so rhythmically, it’s like they’re barely moving at all

But she can feel herself pointing her toes as if arching her leg into his touch

It’s only felt like a few moments since that night in front of the fireplace

That night where she’d yelled and pushed and tried to run

That night where she couldn’t remember the taste of his kiss

But she still hadn’t gotten rid of the burning sensation on her skin

The way her waist was still on fire from where his grip held her

And his hand wrapped in her hair

They had decided to keep it quiet

For as long as they possibly could before the ruckus started

Before the school erupted into gossip and chatter

And it was nice

To have moments like this

Snap shots between no one else but them

When all Lily had to do was glance up from her book and get caught up in James Potter

In his unruly mess of tousled locks

In his deep chocolate eyes

In his calloused palms and defined jaw and hunched shoulders

In the way his smirk caused him to raise a single eyebrow

And his laugh made him throw his head back

She wants to tell him that she saw him through rose-coloured glasses

That she didn’t know when it started but it had yet to stop

That she wants him next to her

Always

Whether it’s in her bed

With his clothes making friends with her floor

She wants to love him so hard, love him so much that the neighbours wake

She wants to tell him that she loves to kiss him when he’s laughing

Because there is no better taste than his laughter in her mouth

She wants to tell him that when she looks at him

When she sees his face start to glow as their eyes lock

That maybe, just maybe, God does exist

Even if just for those few seconds as his features become light

But more than that

She wants to tell him that she goes through these phases

That some days she feels like the person she is

Other days like the person she’s supposed to be

But sometimes, more often than not, she’s no one at all

There is her and there is her silhouette

And her bed is more home than her body

But now, right now

Despite all her darkened lines and rough edges and shaded canvas

There he is like a beacon

A mug of tea grasped in his hands

A soft smile permanently etched into his skin

He’s more than just a breath of fresh air when she’s stuck feeling hollow

He’s like walking outside in nothing but a t-shirt when snow is falling and wind is blowing

Or when thunder is raging and rain is pouring

When your skin is shocked and nature is screaming Here I Am

But somehow still it’s like he’s taken the ice from her veins

Like he has taken up a space in the hole in her heart

A space he now calls home

And she wants to tell him that there are few things in this universe to look forward too

Few things that have lit her up in the year since she lost her parents

Since that letter sealed her fate

She wants to tell him that she used to see magic in the way the sky turned every shade of pink in summer

In the way that sparks flew from the tips of her fingers

In the way mountains seemed to moved and flowers bloomed and the tide came in

And she lost it all

She lost it in the darkness and the dread

But James

Oh god

James is so beautiful it hurts

She’s drowning in the endless caramel of his eyes

In their loveliness, their warmth, their depth

Her heart stops dead when he lifts his gaze

And she can’t find the words to say it because she is so entirely lost in him

‘I love you’

But then again

Maybe that’s all the words she needs

His fingers stop their dance on her leg

And his face flicks towards her almost instantaneously

No hesitation, no fear

‘I love you’

She repeats it steadily, more assuredly

Because she means it

She really does

Their love has always been like the rain pattering against the window panes

Sometimes torrential flooding and downpours

Sometimes soft and light and cool on your skin

‘I love you too’

Remus has never been easy to love

Never let himself be easy to love

Out of fear, out of shame, out of guilt

But Sirius crashed through his walls like a raging bull

And now ... well now ...

Each night before his tired eyes carry him off

Sirius lays in front of him

His fingers brushing the golden curls from Remus’ face

Their legs intertwining

The warmth of their skin mingling beneath the sheets of Remus’ bed

And Sirius lets things fall from his lips that cause Remus’ cheeks to burn

‘If you were music Moons I’d listen to you endlessly’

And Remus tries to roll away

‘Your kiss always leaves me breathless but I’ll always take one more’

Is what Sirius whispers to his hidden face

‘You know Moons, I don’t think I can recall if I fell for you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or four. But somehow, at some point, every time I started to look at you the rest of the world seemed to vanish’

And Remus is kissing him because that's all he thinks he needs

All he can think to tell Sirius he feels the same before Sirius’ fingers fall limp and his breathing evens

And every night it’s the same

Remus barely able to fall asleep because he just wants to stare at that face for a few moments more

That’s when he can think

That’s when everything he wants to say appears in his mind

And what he wants to do first is apologize

Because he knows he’s difficult to love

And he knows his heart is shy

That he goes through dark periods like the moon and tries to hid himself

But he wants to promise Sirius, promise him that even when his muscles are torn and his heart heavy he’ll kiss Sirius’ every wound

Even the ones that decorate his soul

Then he’ll pick himself up

Wash away the ache in his own bones

And brush his lips against Sirius’ skin

Soft like the petals on a rose

And he’ll take Sirius to a river

Take him to remind him that there is still beauty in things out of your control

And when their dark periods flow together

Remus will take him to endless fields of green

Take him to breathe with the waving of the grass as the wind blows through it

And they’ll lay there until the dark engulfs them

Until the night is bright again and they’ll stare into the sky

The stars will remind them there is beauty in burning

Beauty in the unknown

That they aren’t so lost

That it’s okay that some things are too vast to ever grasp

But after the apology leaves his lips

After he wraps Sirius in his arms and makes him realize he’s okay

That he’s still okay when he’s not

All Remus can think of is the rush that is Sirius Black

The way he electrifies his skin

The way he is a star unto himself

Bright and fiery and eternal

It’s in the wistful glances Sirius gives him

And the sultry winks and the quick fingers and the strong jaw

Remus doesn’t know how he ever got so lucky

How he could have been ever so blessed

And Remus wants to tell him that even though sometimes it feels like he’s been engulfed in his own black hole

That gravity has caused him to collapse in on himself

He will always find his way back to him

That the days and weeks that he thought he had lost 

Are nothing to the seconds and minutes he spends with Sirius

Because Sirius is deserving of being loved that much

Because Sirius is worth a love that never runs shallow

A love whose roots surpass that of a great oak

Whose depths you can never touch no matter how far down you swim

And even though there is no signed contract, no guarantees that they won’t break, no promises strong enough someone cannot leave

Remus wants him

And wants to tell him

Wants his eyes to be open as he whispers these things into his dark curls

As his fingers lay on the back of his neck

As Sirius’ shallow breathing can be felt on his naked chest

‘One day I’ll say this’

‘One day the sun will be shining on the both of us and I’ll stare into those silver eyes and tell you that when I kiss you I don’t even know how I’m able to stop. That you seeing the scars that line my body, that line my soul, as cracks to place your love is overwhelming. That my heart beats a little faster the days that we’re together. That I fall in love with you all over again every time I wake up and feel you pressed against me.’

‘One day Pads ... I promise’

And he lets himself melt into him

Not realizing that Sirius is awake as his breathing slows, as his heart beat calms

Not realizing that there are tears running down Sirius’ cheeks

Because Remus Lupin may think he is the broken window

But Sirius knows that he is the light that still shines through the shattered glass to illuminate the dark room

That Remus may not be his entire source of happiness

But god he comes so close

James knows something has been happening

Knows what it sounds like when the springs of Sirius’ mattress crunch as he leaves the bed

Knows what the pattering of bare feet across a hard wood floor sound like when there is nothing but darkness and silence

Knows what it sounds like when you leave long, drawn out, breathless kisses on someone’s skin

And he’s been waiting for it

That’s what he tells Lily anyway

And her eyes light up

And he’s wondering why she has that look on her face

But instead of asking, instead of hearing her answer

She stands from the couch with her palm outstretched

He takes it willingly, knowing that Lily Evans always has a purpose, always has a meaning

And he lets her trail him to the stairs of his dormitory

Lets her lead him to the top and push open the door

Her eyes flicker back to him and then flicker forward

Her hand tightening around his

‘Remus ... Sirius’

James sees them

They’re standing close

And their faces are but inches apart before they turn to the door

Sirius’ hands wrapped up in Remus’

Just as his is wrapped up in Lily’s

‘Jamie’

‘Prongs’

They speak almost simultaneously

And Lily smiles

And pulls James closer to her

She looks up at him with her lovely emerald green eyes

And turns back to Remus

Who looks almost like he’s glowing

‘I didn't set it free after all’

And Remus breaks into a smile

And James doesn't understand what’s happening

And he can see as Sirius’ brow furrows neither does he

But Remus responds, soft and gentle

‘You were right. I am happy

[those-bulletproof-boys]

The Step of Two

Published: January 4th, 2017

Word Count: 2,808

[Sorry for the rough editing I only went through it once. Enjoy!]

You bobbed your head carelessly to the music playing through your headphones as you just barely registered the voice of your ballet teacher, from across the room, calling out the names of pairs for the Pas De Deux end of year assignment, one of the most heavily graded performances of the year of the year.

“Emily and Jungkook,” your teacher called. You glanced up from your phone with a smile as you saw your best friend stand up awkwardly and walk over to stand next to her crush, the two of them now inseparable for the next few weeks. You smirked and threw her a glance that she knew well. She rolled her eyes and blew you a kiss “lovingly,” knowing that you would be teasing her endlessly once you were both out of the classroom.

“Anna and Scott,” the voice of your teacher came once again and you sighed. Of course, the class sweethearts would be put together, again. No teacher dared to put Scott or Anna with any other partners for fear that Anna’s father, the school’s president, would make them pay dearly.

You rolled your eyes as the love birds jumped into each other’s arms, as if they hadn’t already known that they’d be put together. Your gaze found Emily’s across the room and you both simultaneously fake gagged.

“Y/n and Jimin.” Your teacher let out a large breath as she finished calling the name of your partner. Your head snapped up at the sound of your name and your eyes grew wide. You looked to see a familiar silver haired boy leaning against the wall of the studio opposite you, looking at you. You scowled at him in return and stood up, pulling your headphones out of your ears impatiently and leaving them behind, before walking towards your teacher. You watched as everyone else around you begin talking to their partner, trying to become familiar with the person that they would be spending the next month working with.

You saw Jimin begin walking towards you out of the eye and you began walking faster, getting to the teacher before he got to you.

“Can I please find a new partner,” you pleaded to your teacher as you stood before you with your hands clasped together desperately.

Your teacher looked at you, confused. “Why? Jimin is a great dancer, y/n; you should be thankful you got him as a partner,” she said as her eyes fell on someone behind you. You looked around to see Namjoon on the other side of the room with his partner, already practically stepping on her toes while standing. Namjoon was unanimously thought to be the worst dancer in the class, but you’d always admired his constant hard work. You sighed in defeat before tensing up as you felt a body suddenly appear behind you.

“You don’t want to be my partner, y/n?” You clenched your jaw at the sound of an arrogant voice coming from behind you. You spun around, ready to throw a quick retort, only to be startled by his close proximity.

The words in your throat died as you saw how easily you could see Jimin’s facial features from so close and you gulped. “No. I don’t,” you finally pushed out. Jimin pouted, a clearly fake pout, and looked up at the teacher sadly. She wouldn’t buy it, would she?

You turned your head slowly to see your teacher nodding solemnly. “I’m afraid Jimin has no one else to dance with, y/n. You’ll both have to suffer through any resentment you have towards each other and learn to work together for this assignment. If either of you initiate a split of partners, you’ll both receive a 0% on the assignment.”

You groaned before spinning on your heel and going back to collapse in a cross-legged position next to your bag.

It wasn’t long before the shadow of your partner fell over you. “What do you want, Jimin?” you spat.

Jimin crouched down to sit at eye level with you and you scowled again. “I want to be your Pas De Deux partner,” he said light heartedly with a grin.

“I would rather do Seokjin’s traffic dance in front of the whole school.”

Jimin chuckled. “That can be arranged.”

You let your head fall into your hands as you contemplated the options: dance with the boy that had broken you small fragile 9 year old heart and had forever named you the first girl dumped in your small school, or receive a 0% on an assignment for the first time in your life.

You looked at the stunning boy before you but could only see the boy that had broken your heart so many years ago. After that day, resentment had lain between you two and neither had tried to mend the rift.

Although his outward persona was similar to the actual playboys around school, you’d never seen Jimin with a girl on his arm. He’d always seemed to stand or sit by himself and keep a closed personality, not letting anyone close to him.

But now Jimin sat giving you a playful smile with his hand outstretched, waiting patiently for you to take it. He knew that you wouldn’t let yourself get a 0% on an assignment and he was your only option.

It’s just like tearing off a band-aid, y/n. Just get it over with you told yourself. There was no point delaying the inevitable.

You stared at the small hand before you, studying it. Despite the callouses on it, from what, you didn’t know, it still retained an incredibly soft appearance.

Slowly you lifted your hand from your side and slid it into his, surprised by the sudden warmth that spread from your hand through your body, all the way to your toes. Jimin’s smile grew and you hesitantly quirked the sides of your mouth upwards.

You gasped as you were suddenly pulled to your feet by Jimin’s hand and stumbled forward, falling against Jimin’s chest.

Your eyes widened as you realized what just happened. Your mouth spewed random sounds and letters as you pushed yourself off of Jimin and attempted to tear your hand out of his. You tugged, but his grip was too strong and he didn’t seem like he planned to let go anytime soon. You stood, uncomfortably, with your hands together, staring at him; you were about to ask him what he was doing when he held up your intertwined hands.

“We’re in it together, Partner,” Jimin said with a smile.

“Jimin!” You growled at him as his hand on your waist fell away and your balance collapsed. You felt yourself falling towards to the floor and began to shout when you felt Jimin’s two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you against his hard chest to keep you upright.

“Are you ok?” Jimin asked in a breathy, almost scared, voice as he slowly let go of you. You regained your balance and turned around to see his pupils dilated, his eyes wide, and his shoulders tense; he was scared. “I’m so sorry, y/n,” he began stumbling over his words, “I-I didn’t mean to let go, I got distracted.”

You were about to scowl at him when you looked closer at his face. The hair on his chin hadn’t been shaved in a few days and the bags under his eyes were the worst you’d seen.

Jimin couldn’t hold eye contact with you and you frowned, he always kept your gaze. You looked around the studio of couples from your place in the back of the room and sighed before grabbing Jimin’s arm, holding your finger to your lips, and pulling him quietly out the door.

“Where are we going, y/n?” Jimin’s voice was raspy and tired. You frowned but didn’t reply. Slowly, you made your way, together, out the school and to your car.

“Get in,” you told Jimin as you let go of his arm and made your way around the car to the driver’s seat door.

Jimin nodded sleepily. He looked even more tired in the sunlight and you felt your heart soften for the boy that you had hated 3 weeks ago.

Over the past 3 weeks, you had learned to rely on Jimin, not only for your balance in turns in your pointe shoes, but for balance in emotions. Although time with Emily was some of your favorite time in the world, the time spent with her and Jungkook felt stuffy and reminded you of how alone you felt without someone to lean on like she had.

When you were with Jimin, in the studio, you felt balanced and complete. His hand holding you upright fit perfectly on your waist and his once arrogant voice had become a welcome sound of assurance.

You were still impatient with him, but you had learned to take care of eachother. If one of you gets hurt, it will affect the other’s grade you told yourself

You pulled up in front of a local coffee place after a few minutes of driving and got out of your car. As you walked around to the other side of your car you realized that Jimin had fallen asleep in his seat. You rolled your eyes with a smile and opened his door. Slowly, you undid his seatbelt and playfully poked his cheek.

“Jimin,” You sing songed his name softly but it had no result. You ruffled his hair playfully, calling his name again, but he only shifted.

You frowned and thought for a moment. “Jimin, wake up, it’s y/n,” you called into his dream state.

His mouth opened slightly, letting out a small sound, barely loud enough for you to hear. “Y/n,” Jimin breathed out with a small smile on his lips. You chuckled and ruffled his hair again.

His eyes opened sleepily and began taking in his surroundings slowly. He saw your car’s interior around him, your arm outstretched to touch his soft hair and your smile. His eyes latched onto your smile, only flitting occasionally to your eyes, full of laughter, as he gradually woke up.

“Y/n?” he said groggily, hoping he wasn’t dreaming.

“Hello Sleepy-head,” you said with a laugh. “Do you want some coffee?”

Jimin nodded, his eyes still wide in surprise.

“What’s wrong with you, Jimin,” you said as you sat across a table from a boy with a large cup of coffee before him.

“I’m fine,” he said,emotionless, as he stared into his mug solemnly.

You scoffed. “I thought of the slip up in class as normal but, Jimin, you don’t look fine. You fell asleep during a 5 minute car ride and still look like you’re about to fall over any second.”

Over the past weeks, platonically, a casual squeeze of the hand had become a reassurance for both of you whether during a scary spin or during a grade reveal. You reached over, now, to grab Jimin’s hand that sat on the table before you but he pulled it away quickly before you could grab it and scowled up at you. Your eyes widened. Although you had had harsh emotions towards Jimin since the beginning, he had always been nothing more than arrogant to you; you were taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“I said I’m fine, Y/n,” he said impatiently. Jimin’s hands shook as he reached for his coffee and slowly brought the drink to his lips.

You waited until Jimin looked at you before capturing his gaze. “Jimin,” You said slowly. He blinked at the sudden sound of his name coming from your mouth, like he always did, but didn’t break eye contact. “You’re my partner for one of the highest graded assignments of the year. I’d also like to think,” you hesitated but continued, “That we’ve become...friends of some sort over the past 3 weeks. I need you to tell me what’s wrong, because I can see that something clearly is wrong. Let me help you Jimin.”

Jimin sighed impatiently and tore his gaze away from yours as he put his cup back on the table with a bang. “Can you help me work 3 jobs outside of school?” he whispered.

You blinked in shock and opened your mouth to say something before he interrupted you.

“Can you help me practice for class from 11-2 at every night?”

You sucked in a breath as you saw his hands clenching into fists.

“Can you help me pay back the thousands of dollars that my parents have spent on dance school for me because I begged them to?”

You saw tears begin to surface in the boy’s eyes.

“Can,” his voice began to break, “can you help me keep my straight A’s in all my assignments or else my parents will make me leave school?”

You felt tears beginning in the back of your eyes as well. Jimin looked up and caught your eyes with his intense gaze. You saw him take a deep breath.

“Can you help me fall out of love with you?” He asked slowly as tears ran down his cheeks and he stared into your eyes.

“Can you help me stop staying up into obscene hours of the night to practice just to make sure I’m good enough for you the next day? Can you help me stay in this school just so I can be around you? Can you give me just a few more smiles instead of scowls to help me get through my days and to remember during my nights?”

A ragged breath tore its way out of Jimin’s throat and you felt hot tears running down your cheeks as you released a breath you didnt know youd been holding.

“I’m sorry,” you cried,  “I’m sorry, Jimin, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I never saw this; I can’t believe I couldn’t help you.”

Jimin’s head snapped up as he wiped his eyes and slowly stood up before making his way to sit in the seat beside you.

Your head hung to your chest and suddenly you felt a hand nudging it up. You looked up to see Jimin smiling at you, with tear stains on his cheeks. His familiar warm hand cradled your face and cupped your cheek.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, y/n,” He said. He flashed his, once thought to be arrogant, grin at you and you couldn’t help but to smile back. His eyes lit up at the sight of your smile. “I would work 4 jobs, stay up until 3am, and be willing to pay back twice to money I owe now if it meant staying by your side.”

You stared at Jimin as he brought his other hand up to cup your other cheek. He closed his eyes and breathed out and before you knew it he forehead was against yours and he was staring at you, a question in his eyes.

You could read the question as easily as words on a page: Can I kiss you?

You slowly nodded and you both leaned forwards just half an inch, just enough to touch your lips together. You reveled in the feeling of Jimin’s soft lips against your own and tugged on his shirt pulling him deeper into the kiss. He tasted like coffee and his unshaved face tickled your lips, causing you to smile against his soft lips.

When you pulled away moments later his pupils were dilated again, but not from fear or exhaustion.

You smiled and he grinned back.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were 9,” Jimin said in a breathy voice. “I’m sorry for dumping you when we were kids. My friends dared me to and 9 year old me couldn’t let a dare go by undone. I meant to apologize to you afterwards, but you wouldn’t talk to me.” He sighed, “I never stopped loving you, Y/n. Seeing you around school all these years has never changed that. If anything it only made my feelings stronger.”

All you could do was nod. When he finished talking you blinked the tears out of your eyes and pulled him towards you again, trying desperately to kiss away his painful memories while simultaneously forgiving him.

You realized as you kissed the boy before you, that you and Jimin had become a team. Unknowingly, over the course of the past 3 weeks, you had begun to fall in love with Jimin from the small touches of his hand on your waist to the stability that he gave to you when you were at your lowest point. You had grown into a team that could talk just with glances and could balance each other perfectly. You knew for sure that you would both get an A on this assignment and that you teamwork would continue for a long time.