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maevebabyy · 4 months ago

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CONFIDENT

lara raj x fem reader

a/n - part 2 to push n pull, there’ll be a third part to this LMAOO

wc - 2.5k

a piercing squeal rang through your car as your best friend, sophia, dramatically placed her hand over her mouth, almost choking on the guyabano juice she was sipping on.

“jesus! i’m gonna crash the car, soph!”

“sorry,” the filipina covered her mouth again, her eyes wide with excitement and surprise. “it’s just– she said what?”

you took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “...that i must be really good with my fingers.”

sophia’s jaw dropped once more, bursting into laughter shortly after, setting her juice down into the cup holder. “oh my god, that’s so bold! what’d you reply with?”

you could feel yourself turn into a tomato, recalling the way lara had leaned in closer when she said it. “i mean, i didn’t know how to respond! i was caught off guard! i kinda just said… yeah and nodded?’

“yeah and nodded?” sophia echoed, shaking her head in disbelief. “that’s your big move? what are you, a middle schooler? you could have played it up! ‘oh, you think i’m good with my fingers? wanna find out?’”

“what if she really just meant that i was good with my fingers in like a guitar way though!” you countered, trying to defend yourself. “i don’t wanna just assume that lara swings like that.”

sophia rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her face. “girl, if she’s leaning in that close like you said, she’s definitely not just talking about your guitar skills.”

“soph, can we not?” you groaned, swatting her arm playfully with your free hand, “this isn’t a rom-com.”

the older girl laughed, leaning back in her seat. “but it totally could be! can you imagine? ‘coming this june: two girls, one guitar, and a whole lot of sexual tension!’”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought, your best friend was too unserious. “june? seriously? and god, it was a mistake telling you this, you’re making everything so suggestive!”

there was a moment of silence as you focused on the road, the gentle hum of the car filling the space. then, sophia’s tone shifted, more earnest now. “but really, you need to be more confident, y/n.”

you raise your brow, humming lightly in response, “where’d this come from?”

the filipina grins once more, “as your best friend, with my amazing intuition, i’m telling you right now, y/n. you’ve got a really good chance with lara.”

“and what makes you say that, soph?”

“I’m telling you, best friend things.”

you shoot her a skeptical look, but she continued, her enthusiasm infectious. “seriously! there’s definitely a spark there if everything you’ve told me is true. just be more confident! just be a little flirty and reciprocate the energy, especially when we’re in south korea!”

“south korea?” you raise an eyebrow, laughter escaping you. “how am i supposed to be flirty when i can barely talk around her?’

sophia waved her hand dismissively, her confidence unwavering. “that’s because you’re a hopeless gay, but!” she said, popping the but, “that’s why you have me!”

you shake your head at the playful jab, chuckling lightly. “gee. thanks for the vote of confidence, soph.”

“anytime, y/n.” the older girl laughs, sipping on her guyabano juice once more. “but seriously, just flirt a bit more, it doesn't hurt to tread the waters a bit.”

you hum in response, nodding your head to sophia’s words. the idea of being flirty, especially with lara, felt like a huge jump, but maybe that was exactly what you needed.

with the trip to korea as part of mission two on the horizon, you imagined the possibilities there. maybe you would listen to sophia– after all, what was the worst that could happen?

as you stepped into lotte world, the vibrant atmosphere wrapped around you like a warm embrace. the air buzzed with laughter and excitement, the colourful lights of the rides making themself prominent. you glanced around, taking in the sights: families with cotton candy, friends squealing on roller coasters, and couples taking selfies against the backdrop of the stunning castle at the centre of the park.

you couldn’t believe you were actually here, yoonchae made a passing comment about how she wanted to go to lotte world with the rest of dream academy to pd bang, and here you were– actually at lotte world.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts as you hear one of the dream academy supervisors telling you girls to gather up so you could be split into groups.

once everyone was gathered, the supervisor began assigning groups. “you’ll each have some time to explore, take pictures, and enjoy the rides. just make sure to check in around halfway, so around 2 hours!”

your heart skipped a beat when you found out you’d be in a group with lara, sophia, megan, yoonchae, daniela, and manon. it felt like the universe had conspired to create the perfect scenario.

sophia nudged you playfully, “someone got lucky.” she whispered, a teasing smile on her face.

you couldn’t fight the small grin that appeared on your features, excitement bubbling inside you. being in the same group as lara during your day at lotte world was a complete godsend. as the supervisor wrapped up the instructions, your gaze wandered off to lara, who already had her eyes on you. she gave you a small smile, almost smirking at the way your eyes widened when you caught her gaze.

“let’s go explore!” daniela exclaimed, already pulling out her phone to capture the moment. the group erupted in agreement, and you fell into step beside lara as everyone began to move.

“where to first?” sophia asked, bouncing on her heels.

“let’s hit the roller coaster first!” manon suggested.

“you sure you can handle that though?” daniela teased.

“please, i thrive on adrenaline,” manon shot back with gusto.

the roller coaster, a massive structure twisting and turning against the sky, loomed ahead. as you approached, the thrill in the air intensified. the line moved quickly, and before you knew it, you were strapping yourself into the seat beside lara. your heart raced, a mix of anticipation and definitely not because you were so close to lara.

as the coaster climbed higher, you could feel your stomach drop. you glanced at lara, who was practically bouncing in her seat. how was she so excited? you were about to pass out from the thought of the drop.

you swallowed hard, the ascent feeling endless. the clattering of the tracks was nearly drowned out by your heartbeat. with one final lurch, the coaster crested the peak and paused for a heartbeat that felt like an eternity.

then, without warning, you plummeted down, the rush of air hitting you like a wave. lara screamed, but her laughter quickly followed– it was very different from you, who was holding on to dear life as you feared for your own life.

when the ride finally came to a halt, you stumbled out of your seat, breathless and a little winded. “never doing that again…”

lara was doubled over with laughter, her hair tousled from the ride. “you survived! that’s a win!” she said, flashing you a grin that sent your heart racing again. damn, you couldn’t catch a break, could you?

“i think i need a moment you replied, leaning against the railing to steady yourself. the thrill had been exhilarating, but you weren’t sure you were quite ready for another round just yet.

“c’mon y/n!, we’re just getting started!” manon exclaimed, pulling out her phone. “let’s get a group photo!”

as the others gathered around, you couldn’t help but admire the way lara’s eyes sparkled with excitement. when she stepped closer to fit into the frame, your heart skipped again. you leaned in, acting casually, and have a quick smile for the camera as if the butterflies in your stomach weren’t going crazy.

“okay, one, two… cheese!” megan announced, capturing the moment. everyone laughed as they struck silly poses, but you felt a rush of warmth as you noticed lara leaning slightly closer, as if wanting to be part of your space.

“what’s next?” yoonchae asked.

at the korean girl’s question, sophia clapped her hands together, “teacups!”

with no objections, the filipina girl started dragging everyone toward the spinning ride.

honestly, the thought of spinning in circles again made your stomach churn slightly. but the way lara’s eyes lit up at the idea made it hard to resist.

as the group made its way to the teacup ride, you listened in on the group’s conversation. the lighthearted banter making good background noise as you were trying to steady your beating heart.

once at the ride, the vibrant colours of the teacups spun around you, each one more colourful than the last. “ooh, let’s go for that one!” lara suggested.

“sure, let’s go.” you agreed, pointing to a cup adorned in vivid yellows and pinks.

you both climbed in, with lara settled opposite of you so that the weight could be evenly distributed. before you could grab the wheel in the middle, lara beat you to it, a mischievous grin on her face.

“looks like you’re at my mercy now,” lara teased, her fingers already spinning the wheel, the ride starting to move.

“oh no, what have i done?” you laughed, trying to keep your balance as the cup began to spin faster.

the colours blurred around you as lara twisted the wheel with enthusiasm, her laughter mixing with yours. you couldn’t help but feel a thrill, even as your stomach turned slightly from the spinning. “okay, okay! slow down a bit!” you called out, but she just grinned wider.

“not a chance!” she replied, clearly enjoying the chaos.

when the ride finally slowed and came to a stop, you stumbled out, feeling slightly disoriented but better than when you got off the rollercoaster. “you’re absolutely sick” you joked, clutching your stomach.

“i don’t regret anything.” lara giggled, stepping off the ride as well.

with two rides done, the group decided to take a break and grab some snacks. as you walked over to a nearby stall selling cotton candy, you could feel lara’s presence beside you. “getting cotton candy?”

you nodded as response, “yeah, i mean, it’s practically a rule when you’re at an amusement park, right?”

“well, if we’re going by rules, we gotta hit up the haunted house next.” lara grinned.

“sure,” you chuckle, “but try getting the others to say yes to that”

you offer lara a piece of your cotton candy, scanning the crowd. “actually, where is everyone else?” you wondered, noticing that the group somehow drifted apart.

lara shrugged, her mouth full of sugar, “probably off taking pictures or getting more food. let’s just go!’

against your better judgement, you agreed to lara, not wanting to miss out on a chance on actually getting some alone time with her.

as you approached the haunted house, the dark, ominous facade loomed before you. the creepy sounds and flickering lights creating an eerie atmosphere.

“hm, i don’t think it’ll be that bad” you say genuinely.

“famous last words.” lara giggled.

you weren’t joking though, having sophia as your best friend meant that you’d also deal with her interesting fondness for haunted experiences, making you somewhat resistant to haunted houses.

the line moved quickly, and you two were already stepping side the haunted house. the dimly lit entrance was lined with cobwebs, and the air was thick with an unsettling chill and fog. as you went further in, the sounds of eerie whispers and creaking wood surrounded you.

“okay, this is kinda creepy,” you said, trying to sound brave as a particularly loud bang echoed from the depths of the house.

lara laughed, nudging you with her shoulder. “what happened to being all tough and brave?”

you chuckled, trying to brush off the nerves. “well, i might need a little backup. you know, just in case a ghost decides to jump out at me.”

“oh, is that what you’re hoping for?” she teased, her voice playful yet laced with a hint of something deeper. “to get spooked and have me save you?”

“maybe,” you said, glancing at her with a soft smile. feeling bold, you say your next words, thankful for whatever deity above that you didn't trip over your own words.

“but i was thinking more along the lines of a rescue where you pull me close and i, uh, ‘thank’ you later.”

lara stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening with surprise before a grin spread across her face, a light blush dusting across her cheeks as well. “damn, okay y/n, i wasn’t expecting that from you.”

a small grin appears on your face as you watch as lara shakes her head, giggling at your comment.

as you moved deeper into the haunted house, you found yourself brushing against her more frequently. each flicker of light seemed to bring you closer, your shoulders occasionally bumping together as you navigated the tight corridors.

“okay, that’s just a prop,” lara said, pointing at a creepy skeleton hanging from the wall. “but i’d rather– AH!”

just then, a loud blood curdling scream echoed from nearby, causing you to flinch but makes lara jump slightly and yelp.

without thinking, you pull lara closer, wrapping your arm around her waist. the warmth of her body against yours sent a rush of adrenaline through you, eclipsing the fear of the haunted house.

just as quickly as you pulled lara closer though, you let go right away, afraid to have crossed some boundaries.

you felt your heart race as you pulled away, suddenly acutely aware of the closeness you’d just shared. “sorry, i just kinda did it on instinct,” you said, trying to play it cool, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

lara chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “no need to apologize. i mean, who wouldn’t want to be saved by a sturdy hero like you?”

your breath caught at her choice of words. “oh, so you think i’m sturdy?” you replied, leaning in a little closer, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “i mean, i guess i… i do have some good qualities.”

you repeated sophia’s words to you like a mantra as you said that. just be confident, but ultimately that failed you for the next part to come.

lara’s gaze met yours, a playful smirk spreading across her face. “definitely. you seem like someone who could hold their own… in more ways than one.”

you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. “yeah, well, it’s, um, easier to be… reliable? when it’s… y-you know, in a haunted house,” you stuttered, your confidence wavering slightly.

she raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the moment. “oh, i’m counting on it. i might just need to put that to the test. out of this haunted house of course.”

you took a deep breath, careful not to mess up your next words, but once again failing. “j-just let me know when you, uh, wanna put that to the test, then.”

a/n - terribly rushed, it's 3 am and i clocked out at 11 before i even started writing this. WEIRD PACING!!!

#lara raj x reader #lara raj #katseye x reader #katseye #maevebabyy

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authortelevision · 2 months ago

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arthur frederick and the new producer: chapter 6₊˚⊹♡

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♯┆arthurtv slow burn, bach and arthur podcast

after lara leaves bach and arthur’s podcast, you become her replacement. after discovering that arthur hates change, it takes a lot for him to warm up to you and become friends. it also takes a lot for him to admit how he truly feels about you.

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Chapter Five

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Chapter Six ₊˚⊹♡

After a while, you realised it was getting late. You stood up, brushing your hands against your thighs. “I should probably get going,” you said, glancing at Arthur.

Arthur stood too, his hands in his pockets. “Yeah… uh, thanks for coming over.”

You gave him a small smile. “Thanks for letting me in. I’m glad we talked.”

He nodded, his gaze briefly flicking to the floor before meeting yours again. “Me too.”

Outside, the cool night air hit you, and you began the walk home, the conversation from earlier still swirling in your mind. But one thought kept returning, the photo.

Once you were a few streets away, you pulled out your phone and opened your chat with Isaac.

You: Hey, did you send that photo of me and Arthur to him?

The reply came quickly.

Isaac: Why?

You frowned, typing back.

You: It’s his phone background.

There was a pause before Isaac replied.

Isaac: Oh. Well, I just wanted to make fun of how stupid he looked.

You rolled your eyes, knowing there was more to it than that.

You: I know you’re lying. Just tell me the truth.

Another pause. Then, finally:

Isaac: Fine. He asked for it. He asks for all the photos of you.

You stopped walking, rereading the text.

You: He asked for it? Why?

Isaac: I didn’t ask. I figured he had his reasons.

You bit your lip, staring at the screen. Arthur’s reserved attitude opening up, the photo, his hesitation earlier, all of it started piecing together in ways you hadn’t fully considered before.

You: Okay. Thanks for telling me.

Isaac didn’t reply immediately, but you didn’t need him to. You slipped your phone into your pocket and kept walking, your thoughts were all Arthur. Nothing but Arthur. That had been lately, everything that you saw reminded you of his face. His beautiful face.

When you got back to your flat, Emma was in the kitchen, scrolling on her phone with a cup of tea. She looked up when you walked in and set her phone down. “Well, how did it go with Arthur? Did he spill his mysterious secrets?”

You sighed, kicking off your shoes and dropping onto the couch. “It was… a lot.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “A lot as in, it went well, or a lot as in, it was a disaster?”

You looked at her, debating how much to share, but then the memory of Arthur’s phone screen popped back into your head. “Okay, it went mostly fine. We talked about some stuff, but then I noticed something, and now I’m confused.”

Emma leaned forward, clearly interested. “Oh no, what did he do?”

You hesitated, trying to downplay it. “His phone background is this photo of me and him. The one I sent to Isaac that time.”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately slapped her hands down on the table. “What the fuck?”

You winced. “Yeah, exactly.”

Emma stared at you, her mouth open, waiting for you to explain more. When you didn’t, she finally said, “Do you think he likes you?”

You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “I don’t know! Maybe? It’s weird, right? Like, why would someone do that if they didn’t?”

“Exactly!” Emma was grinning now, clearly enjoying the situation more than you were. “That’s such a ‘likes you’ thing to do. Why else would you make someone your background? It’s like, classic lover boy behavior.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Stop it. Don’t call him a lover boy.”

She laughed, leaning over the back of the sofa. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing! What am I supposed to do? Ask him? I’d die of embarrassment if he said no.”

Emma shook her head, still grinning. “This is so juicy. You’re so into him. You’re in denial, though.”

You glared at her, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. “I’m not in denial. And I don’t know what to think yet.”

Emma shrugged. “Alright, but when he confesses his undying love for you, I want a front-row seat.”

“Emma,” you groaned, though you couldn’t help the tiny smile pulling at your lips.

She raised her tea in mock cheers. “I’m just saying. This is far from over.”

You arrived at the studio earlier than usual, determined to get everything set up perfectly for today’s episode. It wasn’t just another recording day, Arthur had invited one of his close friends, Arthur Hill, to guest on the podcast. You hadn’t met him yet, but from what you’d seen online, he seemed great, funny, and also not entirely in sync with Arthur’s humor.

You busied yourself arranging the microphones, checking the camera, and tidying the small table off to the side, occasionally glancing at the clock. It was still quiet, the building’s usual hum of activity muted this early in the day.

By the time the door finally swung open, it was close to the recording time, and Arthur, Isaac, and Arthur Hill walked in together, laughing at something you hadn’t heard. Their voices carried easily in the small studio space, filling it with a comfortable energy.

“Morning,” you said, glancing up from your laptop as the trio entered.

Arthur—your Arthur—acknowledged you with a small nod, the usual awkwardness back in place. “Morning,” he muttered, his voice low.

Isaac was cheerier. “Hey! You’re early as always. I keep telling Arthur to get here earlier, but you know him.”

Arthur Hill grinned, his energy easy and magnetic, much like Isaac’s. “You must be the one keeping these two from chatting utter shit,” he said, his voice warm.

“I try,” you said with a small smile, standing up and extending a hand. “Nice to meet you, by the way.”

“Arthur Hill,” he said, shaking your hand firmly. “This guy’s been hyping you up.” He jerked his thumb at Arthur, who was already busy unpacking his bag, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, really?”

Arthur didn’t look up. “He’s exaggerating,” he said flatly, though there was a slight pink tint creeping up his neck.

Isaac smirked. “He’s not, though.”

Arthur Hill chuckled and leaned back against the wall. “I’m glad to finally meet you. I’ve heard the podcast is doing really well lately, thanks to your ideas.”

“Thanks,” you said, your face warming. “But it’s a team effort.”

Arthur finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “You don’t have to downplay it,” he said, his tone neutral, but his words catching you off guard.

Isaac raised his eyebrows but said nothing, a smirk on his lips. Arthur Hill shot his friend a glance, but if there was a silent exchange between them, you missed it.

“Well,” you said, clapping your hands together lightly to break the tension, “everything’s ready to go whenever you are. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Arthur Hill gave you an approving nod. “Appreciate it. Let’s make this a good one.”

As everyone settled in, you found yourself observing the dynamics. Arthur was louder than usual, though not in a way that seemed unusual for him around his friends. Still, you couldn’t shake the slight jealousy that had crept back into your mind of how you wished Arthur would laugh as hard with you.

Isaac noticed it too, leaning over at one point while you adjusted a mic. “You good?” he asked quietly, his tone light but his eyes curious.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, brushing it off. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Isaac shrugged, his gaze drifting toward Arthur. “No reason.”

You didn’t pry, but the knot of uncertainty in your chest tightened slightly. It wasn’t the first time lately that Isaac had hinted at something you weren’t fully grasping.

The recording started smoothly. Arthur Hill was a natural, effortlessly carrying the conversation and bouncing off Isaac and Arthur with ease. You stayed behind the scenes, as usual, monitoring levels and jotting down notes for the edit.

Occasionally, you caught Arthur glancing in your direction, his expression unreadable. But as soon as your eyes met, he’d turn his attention back to the discussion. It left you wondering, again, what exactly was going through his mind.

By the time the episode wrapped, you were mentally exhausted from the overthinking. As the others chatted casually and began packing up, you excused yourself to grab a quick drink of water. When you came back, Isaac and Arthur Hill were discussing where to grab lunch, but Arthur was already by the door, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Arthur, you’re not coming?” Isaac asked.

Arthur shook his head. “Got something to do,” he said shortly, avoiding your gaze.

You frowned but didn’t say anything, watching as he left without another word.

Arthur Hill turned to you, his brow furrowed slightly. “He’s… like that sometimes. Don’t take it personally.”

“I’ve learnt not to,” you said, forcing a smile, though the sting of missing him was hard to ignore.

After Arthur left, the room felt quieter, though Isaac and Arthur Hill seemed unbothered. Isaac was scrolling on his phone while Arthur Hill leaned back in his chair, stretching with a satisfied sigh.

“That went pretty well,” Arthur Hill said, nodding toward the setup. “You’re good at this. Way better than when these two were winging it on their own.”

You chuckled, trying to push past the lingering awkwardness left by Arthur’s sudden departure. “Thanks. But they weren’t winging it, Lara was amazing, I just try to keep things organised, you know?”

Isaac looked up from his phone, grinning. “Organised is an understatement. If it weren’t for you, Lara would probably killed Arthur by now and I’d still be trying to figure out how to use half this equipment.”

Arthur Hill laughed, but then his expression shifted slightly, becoming more thoughtful. “You know, it’s funny,” he began, glancing at Isaac, who was now fully paying attention. “Arthur talks about you all the time.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Arthur Hill leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I’m serious. Like, way more than he talks about Isaac here or anyone else. He’s always mentioning you—how good you are at this, how you keep everything running smoothly, how you’re basically saving his ass outside the podcast too.”

You glanced at Isaac, who raised his eyebrows but didn’t deny it.

Arthur Hill continued, a small smile on his face. “It’s nice, actually. I haven’t seen him this happy or invested in something in a while. I mean, I’ve known the guy for years, and he’s not usually so… loving when he talks about people.”

You felt a rush of warmth, but also confusion. Arthur? Happy? He’d only just talked about his feelings with you.

Isaac chimed in, a sly grin on his face. “It’s true. He’ll never admit it, though. Typical Arthur.”

You shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to process this new information. “I don’t know,” you said slowly. “It doesn’t seem like he even likes me half the time. He’s so—” You paused, searching for the right word. “Distant.”

Arthur Hill shook his head. “That’s just him being weird. Trust me, if Arthur didn’t like you, he wouldn’t put in half the effort he does. He’s bad at showing it, but he’s got a lot of love for you.”

You looked down at your hands, your mind racing. The Arthur they were describing didn’t line up with the Arthur you interacted with. But then again, there were moments,when he seemed like he did have love for you, a lot of love for just a friend.

“Maybe,” you said quietly, over thinking such a simple word like ‘love’.

Arthur Hill stood, stretching again. “Anyway, I’d cut him some slack. He’s not great at this kind of thing, but he’s trying in his own awkward way.”

Isaac nodded in agreement, adding, “Yeah, he’s like a grumpy old man on the outside, but deep down, he’s all mushy. Probably hates how much he likes you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, though the thought made your heart ache a little. “Thanks, I guess. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As they gathered their things to leave, you stayed behind for a moment, replaying the conversation in your head. Arthur might be distant sometimes, but if what they were saying was true, maybe there was more to his behavior than you realised.

Arthur Hill’s words stuck with you long after the conversation had shifted. As he and Isaac talked about some podcast Arthur had been excited about recently, you found yourself distracted, running his earlier statement through your mind on repeat.

“Arthur talks about you all the time.”

What exactly did he mean by that? Was it just about your work on the podcast? Your organisation? Or was there something more?

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to listen to Isaac, but your thoughts wandered further. Arthur wasn’t exactly the easiest person to read. One moment, he was closed off, distant, and brimming with criticism, the next, he’d surprise you with an unguarded compliment or a thoughtful gesture, like bringing you coffee, or walking you home, or even…

Your thoughts trailed to the background on Arthur’s phone, the image you’d spotted earlier when you were at his flat. That photo.

You hadn’t meant to notice it, but now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It wasn’t just that Arthur had it saved, it was that he’d made it his background.

Why would he do that.

Was it some inside joke with Isaac? Or did it actually mean something to him? The idea that Arthur might have chosen that image, out of all the pictures he could have used, sent your thoughts spiraling.

Had Arthur Hill meant that Arthur liked you… liked you? Or was it just his awkward way of praising the working relationship you’d built?

You shook your head, trying to ground yourself. I’m overthinking this. There’s no way.

But the more you tried to brush it off, the more your mind replayed every strange, unexplainable moment you’d shared with Arthur. The way he’d stared at you and quickly looked away. The times he’d gone out of his way to do something nice, only to act indifferent about it afterward. And now, this background.

Arthur Hill’s earlier words came back to you again: “It’s nice to see him so happy. He’s always mentioning you.”

“Hello?” Isaac’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was waving a hand in front of your face.

“Huh? Sorry,” you mumbled, flushing slightly.

Isaac smirked. “Thinking about Arthur, are we?”

Arthur Hill laughed, and you rolled your eyes, quickly changing the subject. But even as they moved on to other topics, your thoughts lingered.

What if Arthur’s distance wasn’t just him being grumpy or upset? What if it was something more complicated? What if he really did like you more than he wanted to let on?

And more importantly, did you want him to?

The walk home felt longer than usual, though the crisp evening air and faint sounds of the city tried to pull you out of your thoughts. They didn’t stand a chance, though, not with Arthur Hill’s words ringing loudly in your head.

“He’s always talking about you… It’s nice to see him so happy.

What had he meant by that? You replayed the conversation a dozen times, dissecting every word, every subtle inflection. Was it just platonic? Professional? Love? No definitely not the last one.

The moment you got through your front door, you dropped your bag and leaned against the wall, pulling your phone out of your pocket. If anyone could clear this up, it was Isaac.

You hesitated for a second, staring at the empty message bar, before typing:

You: Does Arthur like me?

The dots indicating Isaac was typing appeared almost immediately, and you tensed.

But his response was frustratingly stupid.

Isaac: Is he being cold again?

You groaned aloud and quickly shot back:

You: No, I don’t mean as a friend. I mean, does he like me like me?

And then—silence.

The dots didn’t appear this time. No witty comeback, no playful teasing. Nothing.

You stared at the screen, willing Isaac to respond, but it stayed stubbornly blank.

Now, as you walked the familiar route back to your flat, it was all you could think about. Arthur’s phone background flashed in your mind. Arthur Hill’s words echoed over and over. Even Isaac’s lack of a response felt like a confirmation of something, though you weren’t sure what.

By the time you reached your building, you felt overwhelmed by it all. Why couldn’t Arthur just say what he was thinking? Why did every interaction with him feel like solving a puzzle you didn’t have all the pieces for?

You let out a long sigh as you unlocked the door, resigned to the fact that the answers wouldn’t come tonight. But even as you kicked off your shoes and tried to distract yourself with a movie, your mind kept wandering back to Arthur.

And the thought you couldn’t quite shake was this: If he does like me… then what do I want?

You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your mind. The more you thought about Arthur and what had happened, the more your thoughts spun in circles. But you didn’t want to overthink it. You were friends now, no expectations, no pressure. It was nice just spending time together.

You took a deep breath and decided to send him a message. Maybe you were reading into things too much. You typed it out quickly:

“Hey, do you want to hang out soon?”

It didn’t take long for your phone to buzz with a reply:

“Yeah, just let me change real quick.”

You blinked at the message, surprised at how quickly he responded. A smile crept onto your face. But then you realised, you didn’t really mean today.

“Oh, no, I meant another day, like tomorrow maybe?”

There was a brief pause before he responded again.

“I’m not free tomorrow.”

Your stomach dropped a little. You’d really hoped for tomorrow, but you understood. You didn’t want to push him. But just as you were about to put your phone down, another message from Arthur popped up.

“How about today, though? Can I see you today?”

You blinked at your screen, not expecting that at all. Was he serious? Did he really want to hang out today?

You tried to contain your excitement, but the truth was, you hadn’t expected this, not after all the uncertainty. You quickly typed:

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

Then, you added:

“Do you want to meet up somewhere?”

There was a brief pause, and when his reply came, you felt your heart race a little.

“It’s pretty cold out. Would it be okay if I just came over to yours?”

You stared at your screen, trying to process it. Was he asking to come over right now? The casualness of it threw you off a bit, but you tried to keep it cool.

You quickly typed back:

“Sure, that works. Come over whenever.”

You set your phone down, your heart pounding a little faster now. Whatever was happening, it was moving quickly, and you couldn’t help but feel a little excited about what the evening might hold.

About 20 minutes later, your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen to see a message from Arthur:

“I’m here, outside.”

You quickly rushed to the window, expecting to see him standing there, but when you saw him, you stopped in your tracks. Arthur was standing outside, wrapped up in a thick scarf and coat, his breath visible in the cool night air. He looked a little out of place, yet strangely cute, like he’d come straight out of one of those romantic winter movies.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t realised how much the sight of him would affect you. You stood there for a second, just staring, before you snapped out of it. You quickly rushed to the door and opened it.

Arthur looked up at you, his hands nervously adjusting the scarf around his neck. “Have I got something on my clothes? Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”

You blinked, surprised at how flustered he seemed. You’d never seen him like this before, and it made you feel oddly warm inside.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you tried to compose yourself. “You just look quite cute like that… Like you’re traveling somewhere.”

Arthur’s eyes widened, and for a split second, you could see him fighting a small grin. “I am,” he said with a quiet laugh, his voice soft but serious. “To you.”

You froze for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Your heart started racing, and you couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the way he was standing there, so close, in the dark, in the cold. You tried not to let your thoughts spiral.

“Come on in,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. “It’s freezing out there.”

Arthur nodded, his eyes still holding a hint of that shy grin. He walked inside, and you closed the door behind him. The sudden warmth inside your flat felt like a relief, but the tension between the two of you lingered in the air. Neither of you said anything immediately, but the silence was different now. Something was lingering.

You both walked into your room, Arthur was taking off his jacket and scarf, looking around a bit. He seemed a little unsure, like he was trying to figure out what to do next. Finally, after a long pause, he spoke.

“Thanks for letting me come over so late,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I just wanted to hang out.”

You nodded, smiling at him, trying to make him feel more at ease. “Maybe we should watch a film,” you suggested, glancing over at him. “One of the ones you were talking about on the podcast?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up a little. “Oh, that would be really good.”

With that, you both settled on the bed, and you moved to your TV to get everything ready. As you were picking out the movie, you caught Arthur looking at you from the corner of your eye.

“What’s up?” you asked, turning to face him.

He quickly looked away, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Oh, nothing. Just… It’s nice being with you.”

You didn’t look back at him, instead focusing on getting the movie set up. You tried to brush off the sudden rush of warmth you felt from his words. “You’re the one who traveled all the way here,” you said, trying to make light of it.

Arthur’s voice was quieter when he responded. “I know, but you didn’t say no. I was worried I freaked you out for a moment.”

You paused for a moment, the room filled with a sudden silence that felt too heavy. You turned toward him and smiled softly. “No, Arthur, you don’t freak me out,” you said, your voice steady but full of honesty. “I really like hanging out with you, it’s like my favorite thing right now.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Arthur was completely silent. You couldn’t help but feel your heart race a little as you glanced back at him, noticing the way he was looking at you. He was still, watching you closely, as though trying to process what you had just said.

You waited for a response, but there was nothing. So you turned back to the movie setup, trying to focus on it and not overthink. But then, finally, Arthur spoke. His voice was a little unsure, almost as if he was testing the waters.

“Do you actually mean that?” he asked, his eyes searching yours.

For a moment, you were taken aback by the vulnerability in his voice. You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, I do.”

You both sat close on the bed, the movie playing softly in the background. The room felt cozy, and for the first time in a while, you felt completely at ease. Every now and then, you caught glimpses of Arthur out of the corner of your eye, but it wasn’t until you noticed him holding his phone in his hand, tapping on the screen, that something caught your attention.

Curiosity got the better of you, and without really thinking, you asked, “Why am I your lock screen?”

Arthur froze for a second, his fingers stilling on the screen. You could see the sudden flustered look on his face, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he quickly glanced at you, then back down at his phone.

“I—I don’t know,” he stammered. “I just thought it was a nice memory I have.”

You raised an eyebrow, not sure if you were imagining it, but you couldn’t help but ask, “With me?”

Arthur looked almost embarrassed now, clearly caught off guard by your question. He shifted a little, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess… it’s my favorite thing to do right now as well.”

The words hung in the air for a second, and you blinked, trying to process what he’d just said. You felt a sudden rush of warmth spread across your cheeks, unsure of how to respond. His phone, the lock screen with your photo on it, felt like a quiet confession, and you couldn’t help but feel a little stunned.

Before you could stop it, a nervous laugh escaped your lips. You quickly turned your head toward the screen of the movie, hoping the sudden embarrassment didn’t show too much. Your heart was racing, but you tried to focus on the film, trying to push aside the feeling of being flattered, and maybe just a little bit more than flattered, by his words.

Arthur was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his gaze still on you, but you didn’t dare look up. You were both so close, and the air between you felt thicker now, like something unspoken had passed between you. It was a quiet, simple moment, but everything felt charged.

As the movie played on, you slowly became aware of the gentle rise and fall of Arthur’s breathing beside you. The room felt peaceful, the quiet hum of the film acting as a soft backdrop to the comforting stillness between you. After a while, you could feel his head shift slightly, and before you knew it, Arthur had drifted off, his forehead gently resting on your shoulder. His breathing was steady, relaxed, and it felt like time had slowed.

You sat there for a moment, frozen in place, your heart skipping a beat as you processed what had just happened. He’d come all this way to see you, even though you knew he must have been exhausted from the day. It was such a small thing, yet it felt so meaningful, the fact that he’d chosen to spend his time with you like this, on a whim, late at night.

You smiled softly, feeling content in the quiet warmth of the moment. Your heart felt light, as though everything had somehow clicked into place. Right now, in this moment, you were so happy. So, so happy.

But just as you were getting lost in the moment, the door to your room creaked open slightly, and Emma stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room before landing on the scene in front of her.

Her gaze immediately widened, her mouth falling open in disbelief as she took in the sight of Arthur, sound asleep, nestled up to you. You could see the shock on her face as she froze for a moment, eyes flicking from you to Arthur and back again.

“What the fuck?” she whispered under her breath, unable to hide the teasing tone creeping into her voice. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and you could hear the smirk in her voice, despite her quiet words.

You couldn’t help the embarrassment that rushed to your cheeks as you tried to adjust your position, trying not to disturb Arthur, but Emma was already too caught up in the moment.

“Seriously?” she teased, a playful laugh slipping past her lips. “This is after all the times you’ve said he’s been ‘distant’ or ‘acting weird?’”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress your grin. “Emma, don’t,” you muttered, feeling your face heat up even more. You had no idea how to explain this, or what to even say to her. It was all too much, too fast, Arthur had just fallen asleep, and now your flatmate was witnessing it firsthand.

Emma’s teasing gaze softened a little as she took in the sight of you two, Arthur all curled up against you, the peacefulness in the room.

“I mean, hey,” she said, still grinning, but with a more relaxed tone now. “I’m not mad about it. But damn, you two are like a walking rom-com.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, glancing down at Arthur, who was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to the conversation happening around him. “I didn’t expect this either,” you replied, feeling a little sheepish.

Emma leaned against the doorframe, her teasing smirk softening as she studied the two of you. “Well, whatever’s going on here, I hope you two figure it out,” she said quietly, her voice much more sincere now. She shot you one last glance before walking out, leaving you and Arthur in the soft stillness of the room, as the weight of the evening settled around you.

You woke up slowly, feeling the soft warmth of the morning light filtering through the window. At first, everything seemed peaceful, your mind still hazy with the remnants of sleep. You shifted a little, and then realized with a small start that Arthur had moved in the night. He was now lying down on your bed, still curled towards you, his head resting just slightly closer, his breathing deep and steady.

For a moment, you just stared at him, taking in the quiet scene, how peaceful he looked, how natural this felt. It was such an ordinary moment, but it made your heart race. You tried to shake off the odd feeling stirring in your chest, but before you could get too lost in it, you reached over for your phone, which had been placed on the bedside table the night before.

As soon as you unlocked it, the screen flooded with notifications. Your eyes quickly scanned the messages, the urgency from Isaac immediately catching your attention.

“Where are you? We need to get started for filming.”

“Hey, do you know where Arthur is? We’re supposed to be filming for the podcast today.”

A small knot of worry twisted in your stomach. You hadn’t realized how late it was. You’d been so caught up in the comfort of the night before, and now it seemed you were behind on everything. You quickly began typing out a response to Isaac, trying to get everything sorted, when something else caught your eye. A photo message from Emma. You opened it, still feeling a bit disoriented, and froze as you saw the image.

It was a picture of you and Arthur from the night before. You were both asleep, Arthur’s head gently resting on your shoulder, his arms tucked under his body. Your head was tilted slightly towards his, and in the peaceful moment, it seemed as though you had unconsciously moved closer to him while you slept.

You stared at the photo, the image frozen in time, your heart fluttering at the intimacy of it all. You could tell it was taken quietly, probably while Emma was teasing you earlier, and now here it was, capturing a memory that felt strangely vulnerable and sweet. You hadn’t even realized how close you’d gotten in the night, how much of a part of him you’d become.

Suddenly, everything felt a little surreal. The night, the calm closeness, and now, the photo. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself despite the rush of emotions swirling within you.

You looked back at Arthur, still peacefully curled up against you. It was hard to believe just how much had changed between you two in such a short amount of time. You had gone from awkward interactions and confusion to… this.

You quickly shook off the lingering thoughts and turned back to your phone to deal with Isaac’s messages, but your mind kept drifting back to the photo and what it might mean.

Arthur stirred beside you, his brow furrowing slightly as he blinked his eyes open. It took him a second to fully register where he was, and when he did, he sat up quickly, his eyes wide with alarm.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough with sleep. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Oh my god, what time is it? Fuck, we should be at the studio already.”

He scrambled to sit up fully, glancing around in a bit of a panic as if the world was suddenly pressing down on him. You watched him with a little amusement, still half-leaning against the bed, your phone now forgotten in your hand.

“Woah, chill, Arthur,” you said, trying to calm him down with a gentle laugh. “It’s okay, we’ll just go later. It’s not a big deal.”

Arthur paused, looking back at you with a slightly embarrassed expression. “I just feel bad,” he admitted quietly, rubbing his hand over his face. “I wasn’t planning to crash like that.”

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. “Honestly, it’s fine. We’ve got time, and no one’s going to be mad if we’re a little late. I think we both needed the rest anyway.”

He let out a deep breath, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he took in what you’d said. “Thanks,” he murmured, and for a moment, there was an odd sort of silence between you two. He seemed like he was about to say something else, but then his eyes met yours for just a second, and he looked away quickly, his face flushing a little.

You tried not to make it weird, but it was hard to ignore the small shift in the air between you. The calmness of the moment, the way he’d been so comfortable lying next to you. You liked it. you liked him next to you. You liked everything about him. But still, you knew he didn’t like you, does he?

“Alright,” Arthur said with a nervous laugh, trying to change the subject. “So, what should we do? Film later?”

You shrugged, feeling a bit of the awkwardness lift. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you said, trying to keep it casual, even though part of you couldn’t help but wonder where this… thing between the two of you was headed.

Arthur stood up from your bed, stretching as he yawned, clearly still half-asleep but more awake than before. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and glanced at you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I should probably head back to mine,” he said, his voice quieter now, still tinged with that sleepiness. “I need to shower and change before we head to the studio.”

You nodded, understanding. “Yeah, no problem. Take your time. I’ve told Isaac we can meet at 2, you’ve got a bit before we need to be there anyway.”

Arthur smiled at that, though there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, like he was considering something. “You sure you’re okay? I don’t want to leave things awkward.”

You shook your head, offering him a reassuring smile. “Everything’s fine, really. Go get ready. I’ll be here.”

He nodded, though you noticed he seemed a little unsure. There was a brief moment of silence before he grabbed his jacket off the back of your chair and made his way to the door.

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit,” he said, still sounding a little off-kilter. But before he left, he turned to you with a small smile. “Thanks for letting me crash here, by the way.”

You grinned back at him, trying to keep it light. “No problem, anytime.”

With that, Arthur stepped out the door, leaving you with a sense of loneliness in the room. You let out a quiet breath, trying to shake the slightly awkward vibe that had lingered in the air after his sudden departure. Part of you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when he came back, whether things would feel the same or if the relationship between the two of you would have changed in some way.

As the door closed behind him, you grabbed your phone again, checking the time, getting ready for your own day. You’d already gone through a whirlwind of emotions this morning, and you weren’t sure what would come next, but for some reason, you just miss Arthur already. Really miss him.

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grahstumhurts · 3 months ago

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2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

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The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-”

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out”

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,”

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her.

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.”

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind.

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.”

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her.

“Are you free this week to meet up?”

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg.

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily.

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment.

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.”

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow.

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.”

“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look.

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?”

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us,

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen.

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly.

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn”

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?”

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen.

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt,

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts.

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together.

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

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mrsarnold · 4 months ago

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౨ৎ — here with me ✩ georgia a.

syn : you decided to go to kentucky state's first game of the season with a few friends thinking you were there to watch the game until you met a specific aussie player.

pair : georgia amoore x fem!reader

warn : pure fluff, georgia being a absolute simp

note : thoughy i should notify @star-girl69 @patscorner about this. this moves fast so um 😭

"C'MON MAR, IT'LL BE FUNNN", my friend, Phoenix practically yelled jumping up and down with Lara. these two were currently trying to convince me to go to our college's first basketball game of the season.

which seems nice but i had more important stuff to take care of.

"Yeah Marni, your homework can wait a little longer, plus the game won't be that long!!", Lara said smiling. i rolled my eyes knowing they would never stop until i said yes. "fine, fine but if i get a bad grade on this it's y'all fault. what time is the game anyway", I said sliding out of my bed unwillingly.

i could practically see them dancing in excitement in the corner of my eye but i ignored it. "It's in about... a hour", Lara said checking her phone. i sighed realizing there really gonna make me go.

i watched them quickly disappear out of my room to go there's, leaving me to get ready.

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the three of us made it to the gymnasium and checked our tickets in. The gym was packed, buzzing with loud energy that only a first game could bring. The scent of popcorn and nachos wafted through the air, while the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court floor mixed with the chatter of excited students.

I trailed behind Phoenix and Lara as we made our way to the bleachers, still not entirely happy and excited onnthis. They, on the other hand, were practically skipping, already absorbed in the pre-game hype.

I could hear Lara rattling off stats of the star players while Phoenix nodded along enthusiastically. Honestly, I didn’t even know we had star players.

We found seats near the middle, and as soon as we sat down, the lights dimmed, and the cheerleaders burst onto the court, kicking off some intense choreography. Phoenix, being the loudest cheerleader of the three of us, was already shouting and clapping along, while I fiddled with my phone, half tempted to pull out my notes and at least review for my exam.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lara said, nudging me. “Just enjoy the game.”

“Yeah, Marni, you’ll love it once it starts!” Phoenix added, her voice barely audible over the growing roar of the crowd.

I doubted that, but I settled in anyway. The team was finally coming out onto the court, the cheers growing even louder. I had to admit, the atmosphere was kinda contagious. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

But then the buzzer rang, and the game started. And suddenly, I found myself more invested than I expected. Specifically on a a specific brunette.

The way her brown hair flowed through the air had me more mesmerized then the actual game.

maybe this wasn't that bad

—

we were up 3 points, i watched closely as the last 45.0 seconds went down. one of players for our team had the ball and shot the three. i watched closely as the ball slowly swooshed in.

the ball swirled around the hoop and got in. the crowd cheered as Kentucky State won 72-69.

—

I started getting autographs from players as i congratulated them. one specific one caught my eye. the same brunette.

"Hey you played great tonight", i blurted out making the brunette grin, clearly used to the adoration but still friendly. “Thanks so much! I’m glad you guys enjoyed the game.”

“Could we, um, maybe get your autograph Georgia?” Lara asked, pulling out a small notebook she always seemed to have on her. I looked shocked and took note of the 'brunette's' name

“Of course!” Georgia said, grabbing a pen and signing it quickly. Phoenix handed over her jersey after, for Georgia to sign, and when it was my turn, I fumbled looking for something for her to sign

“Here, just… sign my phone case, I guess?” I fumbled, handing it over, feeling a bit embarrassed. Georgia just laughed, taking my phone and signing the back of the case without a second thought.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound normal, but I’m pretty sure it came out awkward.

“No problem!” she replied, handing it back with a smile. “Glad you came out tonight.” I smiled, glad she was happy.

“Also hey, if you ever wanna come to more games, just hit me up. Here—” She pulled out a piece of paper and quickly scribbled down a number, handing it to me.

I looked at her confused, staring down at it. “Wait… is this your number?”

“Yep. Feel free to text me if you ever need tickets or anything,” Georgia said with a grin and a wink, as if it was no big deal.

I stood there, completely thrown, while Phoenix and Lara practically squealed in excitement beside me. I managed a smile, trying not to overthink it. “Uh, thanks. I might just do that.”

taggies : @hrtslaces @rosemariiaa @heart4caitlin @kamii-2 @patscorner @hrtsdollie @thaatdigitaldiary @wbbgetsmewetter

#leila works <3 #georgia amoore #georgia amoore x reader #kentucky wbb #wbb x reader #uconn wbb #ncaa wbb #womens basketball #uconn basketball

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lara4eclipze · 9 days ago

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» Gameboy

sypnosis: if crying was fun, ill be having the time of my life — if loving you was a jump, yeah, i probably died a hundred-ten times

warnings: angst, fluff, implied relationship, jelousy, comfort and etc

talks: I'm in an angst mood so.... smut and fluff reqs might take longer

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

lara had taken you as her plus one in a hybe artists party — the night was truly a dream, music blasted all throughout the venue as lara was hand in hand with you

yet lara was close to her friends to be specific yunjin — hugging, pet names even small playful jokes, you drowned out your simmering jealousy with a smile and hugs

you thought to yourself that they were just close — maybe you are just less social, perhaps lara was just missing her friend — you are practically arm candy at this point anyways you shouldn't overthink it

yet as you stand at the corner of the venue you could argue is the best spot all you can see is her and lara, her and lara having fun — when you're the one she's supposed to be having fun with, you're the one she should be with

lara barely recognized your presence the rest of the night — she paraded around with yunjin clinging to her arm, laughing about a joke that was too cheesy for you to remember, what you do remember is a feeling that you didn't belong there, you didn't like the place nor the people

music blasted through the speakers, as everyone did cheers to katseye — as you ran up to congratulate your girlfriend, a hand pushed you away a guard to be specific "hybe idols only sorry" the guard stated, "I'm lara's plus one you can..." you looked again at the desi girl — there she was again ms,huh hugging lara and screaming loudly over the music, "nevermind, thank you" you cut off the rest of the sentence walking off

you sat at the table once occupied with the katseye girls now only you and a couple of unfinished plates of food — you didn't care about anything anymore, you wanted to come home — hug lara and ask for reassurance, that you were still who she wanted

of course, you fought yourself to stop overthinking don't mind it, yet the feelings overwhelmed you — you couldn't speak to anyone cause you were practically no one in this room, and you couldn't stand to look at the red-head at all

"hey you alright?" you heard the filipina ask you — snapping you out of your thoughts — you couldn't make out her features well because of the colorful lights blaring all around yet you knew she was worried

"yeah..just drained" you lied, the older girl knew you, you lived for parties like these — that the main reason you met lara, "come with me let's get some drinks" sophia eases and with enough convincing you agreed

you two walk to the bar, sophia orders a mango sunset for both of you — a mocktail cause shockingly the leader didn't like alcohol much

the feeling of loneliness left for a moment — as you and sophia talked, "hey i know lara can be so much sometimes — but she's never been better... you've changed her you know?" sophia says before bidding a short goodbye walking back to the middle of the room to interact with some illit members

you let the words sink in for a bit — has lara changed? has she changed for the better?, sophias words really strung a chord in your heart

until you felt warm tears paint your face — the trickled down like shiny diamonds embezzling your face, you really couldn't handle not being with lara neither

you've changed her the same way she changed you, you wipe away the tears yet they wouldn't stop falling, embarrassingly fast

"my love? where have you-" lara mutters before taking a look at your face "my god are you crying?!, are you alright my love I'm sorry i was just so caught up earlier" lara sputters an apology even though she didn't know what she exactly did to extract such emotions from you

you shush the girl only clinging to her — hiding your face at her neck as you inhale the familiar scent of home — safety and love

"i love you" you both say — lara nuzzles into your hair, smelling that coconut and vanilla shampoo she first offered you

lara would never know what hurts you — cause you didnt even know what did hurt you, its all a part of growing together — improving and nurturing each other even if that meant hurting

#katseye imagines #katseye x reader #lara raj #eclipze loves lara #lara raj fic #katseye lara #lara x reader #lara rajagopalan

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 29 days ago

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Just One Reason: Blow Up

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

masterlist - to be added

Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“How about these?” Lloyd asks as you cross your arms, the friction of your jacket making noise. You tear your eyes away from Lara as you shake off the humiliating experience of her measuring you in only your bralette.

“Oh, uh,” you try not to make a face at the leopard print. The cut isn’t bad but the fabric is sheer. “I usually go with cotton.”

“These aren’t bad. Breathable,” he says. “I mean, you’re getting more than one so why not a few cute ones.”

“Lloyd, please,” you beg. “We should just go grab a pack from the department store.”

“Excuse you,” he puts his attention back to the baskets of panties. “You deserve something cute.”

You’re starting to get agitated. You just want to go home. You’re exhausted and he’s not listening. It’s also crowded and you’re so close to him, you’re sweating.

“What’s your favourite colour?” He asks as he drops the leopard print into the mesh basket.

“Um... purple, I guess.”

“Purple, fancy,” he comments as he plucks out a pair in a light hue. “How about these?”

“Woah,” you nudge his hand down, embarrassed. They have no butt! “I think I’d rather just briefs.”

“But they’d look so cute.”

“No one would see, doesn’t matter,” you glance around, “really--”

A sharp jab in your back sends you into him as the woman behind you, with her group of chittering friends, elbows you. You cry out and reach back as Lloyd catches you. He moves you firmly behind him and before you can stop him, he shoves the woman.

“Hey, watch what you’re doing?” He snarls.

“Ah,” the woman squeals as she falls against two of her friends, “dude!”

Her friends hold her up and form a wall, “bro, what are you even doing in here?”

“Yeah, get your creepy mustache out of here.”

“Fuck off. You’re over hear making a racket then you assault me friend,” he sneers.

“Assault? It was an accident--”

“Then apologise,” he crosses his arms, making himself as wide and tall as he can. He’s definitely bigger than all those women. And you.

“It’s fine,” you touch his sleeve. “Really, she didn’t mean to.”

“She’s ignorant. She should be aware there’s other people in the store, or on the planet. Spoiled bitch,” he pops the last word in the woman’s face as he leans in meanly.

“Holy fuck, guy, you are deranged,” her redheaded friend scoffs.

“Please, Lloyd,” you croak.

“Me? You fucking narcissists taking up half the fucking aisle,” he growls.

“Lloyd,” you yank on his elbow as hard as you can. “I want to go.”

“Fuck that, you should come with us,” the woman who elbowed you says. “I’m really sorry about that. Really. I didn’t even get a chance to say so before this maniac stuck his big fuzzy nose in. He’s a real piece of work. You need to ditch him--”

“What the fuck do you know?” Lloyd bristles.

You shake your head, “it’s okay, I know it was an accident.” You turn to Lloyd and squeeze his arm, “let’s go.”

His lips twitch as he stops himself from arguing. He looks at you and his blue eyes flash. The tension eases slightly from his posture and he huffs.

“Fine, tootsie, let’s get our stuff and go.”

He takes your hand away from his arm and clings to it, bringing you to the checkout line. His grip tightens until your knuckles ache. You squeak.

“Ow, Lloyd--”

“Sorry, baby,” he slackens his hold on you but doesn’t let go. “I’m just so worked up. I don’t get it. Why do people think they can just push you around, huh?”

“Like you do?” You ask. He flinches and you slip your hand from his, “I told you I didn’t feel like coming. I’m... I’m not up to all this and I don’t know about you buying me all these things. Even if I can keep my job, I won’t ever be able to pay you back.”

“I told you, it’s a gift.”

“I don’t have anything to give you back. It all burned up. All of it. My dad, too.”

You flick your lashes and shake your head. You need to get out of here. There’s too many people, too many things.

You spin and flee, barreling between the bodies, brushing close as you escape the store. You don’t look back. You run until you see a familiar icon and find your way into a bathroom. You lock yourself in a stall and lean on the door.

You feel worse once you catch your breath. Lloyd’s only being nice. He’s just trying to cheer you up. But you don’t like what you saw. That anger in him is not good. And now you’re living with him and there’s no other option for you. You have an aunt who might pick up the phone but not much else.

You emerge and go to the sink. You wash your hands, comforting yourself with the warm flow, then go back out to the mall. You’re lost. It’s too busy. You can’t even remember which way you came from.

You find a map and stand before the screen, trying to find the lingerie store. A throat clears and you look over as Lloyd steps up next to you. He has a meek expression as he stares at the map.

“Found you,” he says. “Was worried you left.”

You don’t say anything. Where would you go?

“I’m sorry I snapped. I was just trying to defend you. Like a friend does.”

“A friend listens,” you say. “I’m not ready to be here.”

“Yeah,” he dips his chin down. “Let’s go home.”

You nod. “Thanks.” You peer around as he stays where he is. “Which way?”

“Here, grab on,” he bends his arm for you to latch on. “I’ll get you out.”

You hook your hand around his forearm, the cluster of bags in his hands. He leads you away from the map and makes a clear line through the hordes. He doesn’t falter and you cling to him like a shield.

As you approach the door, you let out a sigh of relief. Lloyd pushes through with his shoulder and you follow him out into the cold. He lets out a brrr as he heads across the parking lot with you in tow.

“I’ll be better, tootsie, I promise. If it keeps you around, I’ll be nice.”

His words surprise you, not just as they break the silence, but in themselves. You appreciate the sentiment but you don’t want someone who pretends for you. Better yet, you would prefer someone who doesn’t scare you. What you saw in there was frightening and it only sinks in as you climb into Lloyd’s car with your grim reality.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #just one reason #series #au #the gray man

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moonlightsapphic · 24 days ago

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thoughts on xo, kitty:

i had the time of my life getting straightbaited in s1, loved it and very much believed it was set up beautifully for a kittyuri ending

i once again had the time of my life getting straightbaited by the s2 trailer (which had initially dissapointed me), and then once again squealing at kittyuri moments in the actual season lol

god yuri is so hot

god minho is so hot

this show is bisexual propaganda if there ever was any

i have said it before and i will say it again: this is the queer/sapphic teen asian american romcom we want and need! it’s just like the dumb straight shows! WE DESERVE TO GIGGLE AND CRINGE TOO

i was surprised (but not displeased!) to see a setup for another season rather than an ending with this one. manifesting an easy renewal. (thank u, straight taltbilb fandom, for helping feed the netflix marketing beast for our chaotic bisexual show.) that being said, they could totally have ended it here and idk what the fuck they’re even going to have as a plot for s3.

i have a love/hate relationship with new characters being introduced and the silly plotlines and also the somewhat disjointed dialogues sometimes but it’s also all very endearing lol.

i love the family drama in the show! the execution is lighthearted yes but fellow asian viewers know what i mean. <333

i genuinely don’t know who kitty is going to end up with! but that’s jenny han to you. tsitp would feel the same if the source material didn’t already tell us the ending, too.

i was a kittyuri truther after s1 but now i’m leaning mooncovey just because of how the development/excecution went … and i’m not mad either way lol. all i can tell you is that something viscerally bisexual was happening to me everytime i saw kittyuri on screen in s1 and mooncovey on screen in s2 (with some overlap. screams)

i did feel a little dissapointed to see yuri always chasing what she can’t have this season but really it made a lot of sense and i’m excited to see her development next season.

while yuri has commited many crimes which is what makes her iconic, minho is so babygirl and has never done anything wrong in his life. the shoujo manga/kdrama mooncovey moments were just *chef’s kiss* YES MA’AM GIVE THE VIEWERS WHAT THEY WANT

my girlfriend ships mindae and i think she’s crazy but also i see it, dae is the only one other than kitty that minho could satisfactorily end up with. god i was so mad when i thought they were making an ohio rando his endgame lmaoooo and i was GENUINELY concerned that the kittyuri hate train from mooncovey shippers would descend like bloodthirsty sharks if that happened. praying to god they don’t just push minho or yuri with any ole new character at the end of s3 just to have them not be single. that would be lame. mindae is more than fair game though. 😝 they get into so many fights, it has to mean something … brb getting lost in the gay dae theories …

yuri & dae’s friendship will never grow old to me. i love i love i LOVE

also love it when the characters speak korean amongst themselves, which really drives home how multicultural the show really is. (also it’s hilarious how madison, a literal white girl, speaks better korean than kitty lmao.)

a part of the mooncovey fanbase is very biphobic and lesbophobic and we really need to shame them for it because it’s super annoying. like yeah i know you’re coming from tatbilb which taught you queers exist only in the form of the gay guy best friend for the straight girl protagonist but! jenny han has grown! have you not seen tsitp?! have you also not noticed kitty was never like lara jean?! she wore a mf suit to their dad’s wedding for god’s sake sigh. disrespectfully, if your ship can’t exist without lame excuses on why an alternate ship isn’t as “valid”, then your ship probably isn’t that great in the first place. which is sad, because mooncovey is an awesome ship.

overall a slay. jenny han i know we have a fraught relationship but they could never make me hate you. truly one of the few people in mainstream cishet romcom media that said “actually queer people should be included af because they’re FUN and an underappreciated goldmine!” she also never lets the fandom tell her what to do. you keep doing you, queen!!! i mean it! 💖

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sillymommy6969 · 1 month ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲UESS ᝰ! CHAPTER SIX

synopsis: katseye lucked out when their team managed to score a-list award-winning actress, y/n l/n to be featured in their upcoming music video for ‘touch’. when the cameras turn off and the doors close, lara feels a little more than just onscreen chemistry with her music video love interest.

On the drive to the café, you assured your manager you would make sure you all show up to the studio on time. In the black corvette you got from your parents as a gift for your 18th after winning a Golden Globe. Dressed in a grey sweater, a navy MLB cap on backwards, some camo sweats, and some ice, you were definitely dressed more on the comfort-casual side. You knew you were going to be thrown in so many different styles and getups for the day, you needed some relief.

You hadn’t even noticed your heart drumming against your chest until you turned into the last corner the café was on. You usually concealed emotions well, especially when it came to meeting different kinds of people. It was your job to be able to put up a front, but the sound of your heart racing against in your ear was drowning out the sound of the radio.

The café you wanted to go to was frequented by Californian stars, you knew their security personnel was good enough for you to have a private first meeting.

When you parked, you checked yourself in the mirror, yanking your phone out of its holder. You texted your manager a quick message informing him of your arrival before getting out the car. Sophia had texted you they had arrived a couple minutes ago, so you’d assumed they had gotten a seat for themselves. When you entered the coffee shop, you were greeted by the barista you had the pleasure of befriending after many trips here for a snack early before a flight or late after a shoot.

“Hey, y/n, good to see you.” Yeonjun called. He grabbed a paper cup, flipping it in-air before holding a pen to its “I got your usual coming up. Want a bite today?”

You hummed, “Yeah, an eclair would be great. I’m actually here to meet a couple new friends, YJ. Did you happen to see a group of pretty women walking in here?”

He nodded, gesturing towards the back. “Around the cut, I got them a table out of view. Figured it was important.”

You shot him a smile. “Thanks. $30 in the jar for you.”

You stuffed a couple notes in the tip jar, giving him a wink. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You spoil me.”

When you circled around back to the VIP section of this café, it was criminal how fast your eyes scouted the group out of the few people sitting. When they spotted you, Sophia was first to stand, meeting you in the middle for a brief hug.

“Oh my God, y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled at her, “Yeah, likewise. Damn, you guys are crazy tall.” You joked, glancing between all six of them. They were a good couple inches taller than you, but their bright smiles and vibrant clothing gave them a softer, friendlier edge. “And more beautiful than your pictures, which I didn’t think was possible.”

They’re all stunning in their own way—each with a presence that demands attention—but one of them catches your eye almost immediately. Her tall, dark and mysterious aura seemed to intrigue you—just like she had when you saw her pictures.

She’s standing just a few feet away, her posture confident but not overbearing. There's an easy grace to her movements as she adjusts something on her wrist, her attention momentarily focused on fixing the crooked bracelet as Manon and Sophia bombarded you with words. Yet, as soon as her gaze shifted to meet yours, it broke through your professional exterior, you glanced down, swallowing thickly to regather your composure. You looked up, feeling Daniela push herself forward between the two eldest members of the group.

“Honey, we are absolutely obsessed with you.” she grinned, tilting her head. She was rather affectionate, loud when she was excited. You could see why your friends recommended texting her to break the ice. “When we found out we would be working with you, I almost broke my phone.”

“Spoiler alert, she did break her phone.” Megan snorted, earning an exaggerated glare from Daniela.

As they bickered about, you found your nerves easing at the chaotic energy these girls brought. Without the supervision of their manager, they were rather unfiltered, and that made you a lot more comfortable. Still, your attention split between the narrative and a certain red-headed Scorpio, who had yet to say anything despite being the one you’ve talked to most online.

You found yourself drawn to her. There's something about the way she carried herself—effortless, cool, but with a quiet intensity that felt magnetic. The other members chattered around you, making small talk, but your attention kept slipping back to Lara, who seemed to sense your curious gaze. She offered you a subtle, knowing smile, the kind that makes your heart skip a beat. And that had only ever happened around one other person in your life, a person who loved playing games with you.

"Do y’know anything about the music video?" When she finally spoke, her voice was smooth, velvety, almost teasing, as if she already knew more about you than she let on. It didn’t seem intentional, like that was who she was, who she presented herself to be. It was so attractive, so electrifying.

"No," you managed, your words feeling a little more breathless than you'd like. "My manager didn’t tell me anything.”

Her smile widened just a fraction, her eyes flicking down your outfit before returning to your face. "I think it’s gonna be fun. But you’ll be in and out the changing room a lot today."

Both of you didn’t seem to notice the knowing glances shared among the other five members, before Sophia cleared her throat, changing the topic. “We gotta head to the studio, have you gotten anything to eat yet?”

You nod, the energy between the two of you palpable now, thick with unspoken curiosity. As the others continue talking, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more here—a connection, an unspoken understanding—that might make this experience with Katseye something… memorable. And it’s definitely not just the music video you’re thinking about now.

You can’t help but wonder how deep this connection could go.

You just could not stop thinking about Lara. You wanted nothing more than to get to know her better, get to know what was behind those sharp eyes and gated lips. Her confidence was intoxicating, the way her eyes raked you up and down, despite showing no interest over text and obviously having a lot of people she’s talking to on the side.

You had been welcomed by so many respectful staff, given so many gifts and invited into comfortable spaces. Even when you were finally stripped out of your last outfit and lead to a room to wait while Roy and Katseye’s team made a couple arrangements, you couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It was obvious to you there were more eager members of the band who wished for some time alone, but you just wanted to figure her out. As insane as that sounded, you reminded yourself you only began texting this woman for one weekend, and this morning was the first time you’d laid eyes on her.

“Okay, thank you for waiting, y/n.” Grayson, the director of the music video announced when he walked through the door. “It’s an honour to be able to work with you.”

“Likewise,” you replied with a smile, eyeing Sophia behind him.

“So I’ve explained your parts in this music video. You’re the woman these girls have been thinking about, they’re sad, they’re mad, they’re frustrated with you toying with their feelings.” You nodded along to his explanation, “You’ll be filmed rolling your eyes when they call, ignoring them, flirting with other people and stuff but those are standalone scenes. For another part of the video we’re gonna film last, we need you posing in a photo booth with one of the girls like a cute couple, before walking down the street chasing after another woman you saw through the shop window.”

So you were playing the toxic partner in a relationship; that’s a first, you’ve always been on the receiving end.

“So right now, we have the girls lined up and we’ll do a really quick chemistry screening. Sophia’s up first.”

The two of you shared a quick smile, before you were guided towards a table with two cups in front of a camera. You were then told to act like the two of you were on a date. And though Sophia’s bright expression softened the awkward tension at first, it was obvious when the two of you would accidentally move your hands at the same time and apologize quickly.

The director shook his head, “Okay, the two of you look cuter as a friendship, the romance feels forced on screen.”

Sophia nodded, the two of you sharing a couple words making a joke about breaking up before the leader was invited to leave. Then came Manon, and you knew it was going to be a while.

next. 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ masterlist.

taglist: @vivilvr @1luvkarina @meiphobic @yeetaberry127 @lafortezalover @lararajjj @kristalag @meizinisnumberone @vrtualstar @artrizzler19 @arihiu @cassiespoiler @nyssalvr @hazel-tanthamore22 @kathleenmikaelson @taikabui @wtfisthisnoclueman @onlyyou-metanoia @yjiminswallet @firstclassjaylee @xochitlisbest @saysirhc @sunshinez4 @fruityg0rl @urmom2314 @cceanvvaves @bowforgodjihyo @blushmimi (taglist open!)

#katseye smau #katseye x reader #katseye #daniela avanzini #daniela avanzini x reader #lara raj #lara raj x reader #manon bannerman #manon bannerman x reader #megan skiendiel #megan skiendiel x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #sophia laforteza #jeong yoonchae

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catiuskaa · 1 year ago

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new task: valentine’s day.

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 10.6k (OH MY FUCKING GOD)

CW: it’s like fluffy comfort because I say so, kim seungmin supremacy (YES), use of spanglish (just on the text messages bc yes, it’s not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format for plot convenience (and a whole bunch of emojis and colors), the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), use of cliché valentine and enemies2lovers tropes (BECAUSE THEY ARE FUN AND THEY WORK), academic rivals (we love to see it), bad student reader x good student seungmin (like bad/mean girl x good boy ish), mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying?, mentions of being followed, use of (pet)names because I don’t like using ‘y/n’: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, (yes i’m just petty like that, sue me), hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is almost a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

SPECIAL THANKS! To my lovely pookies @lyramundana and @tonks-21 for ideas and support, plus also, most of the classmate’s names are thanks to gorgeous gourgeous @stayconnecteed and her spanishverse series bc i’m so invested! Go check all of their blogs out! 100% recommend. son mis chicas españolitas, hehe<3

A/N: alone on valentine’s day? same for me, pookie! but dontchu worry, mister kim seungmin is here to help us out<3 (and if not, we can always help each other😚🫶)

[☆★🌷★☆]

{PROLOGUE: THE GROUPCHAT}

At first, you didn’t really know him.

To think for a second that there was a time where you didn’t know who he was made you sigh. Oh, how you wish you had never, ever encountered him.

…Kim Seungmin.

Some may say that ‘rivals’ or ‘enemies’ is a term that could seem too intense regarding a simple statement: that you two didn’t get along.

But no. Because those kind of words were exactly how you’d define your relationship.

And it had all started the first day of your last year before graduating. When you made the class groupchat.

> you created ‘Year 13-A 😼😼’

> you added ‘lucas🤺’ ‘atenea🛐’ ‘noa🫶’ and 16 more.

> you: guys help, am I missing people?

> you: @ atenea🛐 told me to create this group for homework n stuff but idk if I have everyone’s numbers 😵‍💫😵‍💫

< noa🫶: tía you’re missing two people no?

< lara💋: hala, new people?? 👀

< noa🫶: pero- they’re literally from the other group, girl

< abril🌻: you even know them lara

< abril🌻: se te va la pinza JAJSJA

< miguel📚: sí, there should be 22 people (creo)

> you: oh right, Lix told me!

> you: yeah i’ll add them now, brb 🏃‍♀️

Well.

Rookie mistake.

> you added ‘kim seungmin™️’, ‘hyunjin🎨’

> you: omg i even added everyone

< lucas🤺: omg omg

< kim seungmin™️: omg omg so crazyy

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you texted. But that was just because you hadn’t talked to him before.

Now was a different story, of course. You wouldn’t smile, not for Kim Seungmin.

> you: @ kim seungmin™️ what was crazy is how difficult it was finding someone who had your phone number, lol

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: fr fr omg

< lucas🤺: que es omg

< lucas🤺: ‘oh me gustas’ ? omg?

< lara💋: you’re such an idiot, asshole

< lucas🤺: ohhh you love me so bad 😌😌😌

< isabel🌸: she knows better lol

< lucas🤺: dude, you’re my sister

< lucas🤺: shouldn’t you be backing me?

< isabel🌸: there’s a fee for that, dude.

You giggled at the stupid teasing, used to your mates’ shenanigans that never ceased to make you laugh.

But then, he replied.

< kim seungmin™️: @ you the only difficult thing here is you reaching graduation

…

Your smile faded.

You read that once more. Then again. And another time.

You chuckled dryly.

What was this guy on about?

> you: ah? wdym?

You remember thinking that maybe he was joking. That maybe he was someone who talked to people with a lot of harsh remarks without really meaning them. That maybe he was trying to be funny, or something.

Other texts showed up, but Kim Seungmin —named like so in the contact Felix had shared to you— wasn’t replying.

< minho🐈: guys wtf it’s 00:12

< lucas🤺: oh he uses the other clock

< lucas🤺: so its am-pm for us but not for you

< lucas🤺: think you’re special? wanna fight?

< noa🫶: lucas just shut up and go to bed

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: damn right 🛌🛌🛌

< miguel📚: guys, stop texting 😓

> you: yeah guys lol

< minho🐈: no u started this

< minho🐈: u shush

You snickered softly, used to Minho’s humour, quickly playing along.

> you: ?! unfair ☝️🤓

< kim seungmin™️: no, minho’s right for once

< kim seungmin™️: you should shush

< kim seungmin™️: you’re less annoying when you’re quiet

You frowned at your phone, your face contorted in angry confussion.

Who did this guys think he was?

With a huff, you typed a rapid “gtg guys!”, ignoring Seungmin’s texts, and quickly settled your phone back on your pocket, getting off the bus and finally arriving home.

You groaned, the text that that Seungmin idiot had sent still rolling in your head even after you laid in bed. You passed your hands through your hair.

“Difficult to reach graduation?” You mumbled, eyes fixated ln the chatroom the sentence feeling like acid in your mouth.

Kim Seungmin wasn’t ready for how difficult his last year was going to be, solely for his stupid text message.

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}

To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.

Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.

You were mad. As fuck.

“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.

“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.

You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.

And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.

“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”

Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.

Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.

“Miss, I—”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.

Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.

Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.

It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.

You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.

< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn

< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊

You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.

You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?

The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.

“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.

“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.

Why did it always have to be him?

He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.

“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.

“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.

But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.

“Did you fix it?”

You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.

In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.

“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.

We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.

As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.

< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?

Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.

“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.

Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?

Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.

Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.

“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.

“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”

But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.

“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”

Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.

“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.

Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.

Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.

But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.

Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.

You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.

But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”

Oh, son of a bitch.

“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.

Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”

Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.

Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.

You wouldn’t see the end of it.

And he knew it.

Bitch.

So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Lucas chuckled next to you.

“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”

…WHAT?!

“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”

He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”

Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”

His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.

But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.

“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.

That mas was slightly terryifing.

You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.

“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”

“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.

Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.

“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”

Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.

“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”

Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.

“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.

“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”

You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.

“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.

“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.

“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.

“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”

You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.

“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”

Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.

“Exactly. We don’t like him.”

“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.

“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”

He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”

You grinned cheekily.

“Sure. Can’t wait.”

[☆★🌷★☆]

You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.

Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.

Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.

“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.

And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.

“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.

You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?

“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.

He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.

See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.

“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.

His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.

Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.

He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.

“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”

His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.

You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.

It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.

You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.

You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.

But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.

…

what were you doing?

…

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!

You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.

He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.

In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.

This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.

This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.

But it felt real.

And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.

He panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.

He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.

He found himself enjoying this one even more.

“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”

You blinked as he stood up and walked away.

What…

What had just happened?

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 2: UNDER THE STREETLIGHT}

After avoiding Seungmin like the plague all Thursday, only looking at his back when you zoned off in class, Friday arrived earlier than expected.

You hadn’t been able to concentrate at all, the thought of his sweet taste lingering in your mouth, almost letting you feel the ghost of his lips pressed against yours.

“Hello? Earth to… oh, you’re awake, Jesus.” Abril looked at you with a smile, but she was unable to hide her worried look.

“Of course I am,” you mumbled, shaking your head sideways. “What’s going on?”

“You haven’t even touched your delicious and totally-not-overcooked pasta.” Lara mentioned the cafeteria lunch as she poked it whith her fork, full of humour. “It leads to believe that you’re dealing with something far more interesting that the technical drawing homework, that’s for sure.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Is it because Henry Li has been ignoring you?” Noa mentioned softly.

You blinked, puzzled. “Huh?”

He’d been ignoring you? Now that she had mentioned, maybe that could’ve happened. Maybe you would’ve realized if you hadn’t been so focused on Seungmin and whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes…

…or maybe you should look for an easier name for it.

“Uh, no, he invited me to this new place today, actually,” you brushed your hair with your hand mindlessly. “But I’m fine. Really. Just tired.” You smiled at the girls, and joined in at their conversation.

After lunch, you separated from Lara and Noa, who had literature, and Abril, who had been hanging out with a guy called Jeongin from her photography club recently, and so you headed to the study room.

It was a quiet place, quieter that what you had initially expected for a high school study room. Matter of fact, you thought it was a pity that the school closed it after class, considering that in that case you wouldn’t have to walk to the public library.

You opened the door silently, finding that there were barely any students, only three or four people studying silently. You were heading towards a lonely corner so you could listen to music in a high volume without having to pay attention if it could be heard through your headphones. Or maybe, considering that it hadn’t been a lie and that you had slept like four hours maximum, you could probably rest there until the bell rang.

You snickered when you looked to your right, finding someone struggling with the technical drawing homework that had been assigned that morning, the one that Lara and Noa had been talking about.

You gently tapped the guy’s shoulder, but spoke before he even turned.

“You’re missing this incline here,” you whispered on his ear, your arms coming above his shoulders, placing your hands above his, placing the square and bevel on the right angle. “It should be seen, but with dotted lines, get it? That way the side-view makes sense.” You added with a soft giggle.

“Oh, right. T-thank you…” he mumbled, not facing you.

You brushed it off as weird, but your sleepy self wasn’t bothered enough to notice or pry, and instead smiled, ruffled his hair and settled in your cozy little corner, placing your scarf in between your arms and rested your head on it, merely “resting your eyes”, but only if a teacher happened to come and check on the students.

Seungmin stared at your sleeping figure, eyes almost wide. He felt like his heart was going to explode underneath the layers of flesh. His hands tingled, his usually warm and sweaty palms missing the comfortable coldness of yours, so soothing and relaxing.

Either you had completely gone crazy, or he had fallen asleep trying to complete the stupid assignment. He knew you were good at technical drawing, it was one of the subjects were he wasn’t. It wasn’t a surprise when several students started asking you for help on their papers and assignments, considering that you were one of the few who was able to receive praise from the teacher, a middle-aged man with no kind of vocation with kids or teaching, by any means.

But it had never happened when he was the one in need of help, had you ever considered the idea of helping him.

He watched you, puzzled, as he had never done before, and maybe it would be the first time of many because Seungmin found himself liking what he was seeing, dare I say mesmerized by the image before him.

By you.

Your sleepy figure was as calm as he had ever seen from you, sleeping with little to no care in the world. Your hair remained stuck in a ponytail, which allowed Seungmin to notice that it left the skin of your neck visible, and despite the voice on his head saying that it was a behaviour quite like a man from the Modern Ages, just being so fixated at that small bit of skin, he couldn’t help but feel bashfully amazed.

Suddenly, he noticed you licked your lips, your eyes still closed and your small smile never faltering, but that made something start to flutter in his stomach, as if a whole lot of butterflies had been awaken at the sight of you, tranquil, and sweet, and cute, and he forced himself to stop looking at you abruptly, wondering why he had done that in the first place.

Licking your lips only made Seungmin aware of how dry his were, and action plus the thought of your lips immediately brought back what had happened on Wednesday.

Crazy. He’d gone completely crazy.

He felt his hand slowly approach his lips and he grazed them with his fingers, almost able to taste your chapstick back on his lips. Because he had been able. All Wednesday night. And a small part of him wanted more of it.

He blushed, scratching his eyes. He hadn’t slept shit, his mind betraying him every time he attempted to close his eyes instantly going back to the memory of how you stared at him after your kiss, dark pupils, and red lips, and so ridiculously gorgeous that it made Seungmin wonder why whenever he saw you he resorted to his first line in code: being mean.

He never used that side with anyone. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, because small, teasing and slightly unhinged Kim Seungmin had tried to be himself in middle school, and… well.

Let’s just say that it didn’t work like expected.

But everyone loved dorky, funny and sweet Seungmin. Even with the difference with grades, that had definetely not been appreciated in his early years, nowadays people would see that as a part of him, and he recieved praise for it, not only from teachers, but also nice classmates, who sometimes went to seek help from him.

He just needed to pretend for a bit. Smile here and there, and put on a sheepish act of bashfulness that despite it not being natural, it wasn’t totally bad. It wasn’t like middle school.

But then you came in the picture.

Something about you made Seungmin want to tease you. To see you finally look at him after battling in your head if you even should, and then, sometimes when you were mad enough, you’d glare at him, and he couldn’t help but grin. Your cheeks flushed in anger that creeped up your body, how you looked at him through your lashes or how you’d tease him back. The first time you had done that, his brain’s chemistry had changed, he was sure of that.

He didn’t care about the mean remarks, and that now seemed almost obvious, considering what had happened almost two days ago in the school bus.

But it got impossible to miss when Seungmin noticed your sleepy self shivering in your slumber. With a mental groan, careful of not making any kind of loud noise in the study room, he slowly got closer to your corner, and tried to close the windows near it. And failed, because the stupid windows were old and rusty, only able to move them a bit.

He bit his lip, arguing in his head. Would that be enough? No, it probably wasn’t, right? Yeah, it couldn’t be. Considering that you always wore thin clothing, always borrowing your mates’ jackets…

…it couldn’t possibly hurt to do a bit more, right?

Seungmin approached you further, and shook a hand close to your face, but you were dead, as still as a fallen tree, despite the sunlight that enetered throught the windows glowing on your face, the Sun in winter, that brought little to no warmth, made you shine in his eyes.

He’d see you in the public library a couple of hours later. It didn’t mean anything. He could probably tease you for sleeping in school later. Yeah. And then he’d ask for his jacket back.

Seungmin was lost in his thoughts as he carefully settled his jacket over your shoulders, and he froze when you sighed deeply, surrounded by a familiar warmth and a cozy scent that you didn’t know you had missed or needed until then, but you didn’t wake up.

He blinked when he noticed your phone in your hand, the screen suddenly turning on. He giggled at your wallpaper, which had a silly joke on it and a funny doodle of a banana.

But then his eyes trailed down to the notification that had made the phone turn on.

[3 new messages from: henry li🫧]

> sorry i didn’t get to see u yesterday, had to sort smth out!

> guys.its.totally.a.real.address.wdym.lol

> it’s the address for later, shortcake 😉❤️

…huh?

Seungmin blinked once. Twice. Nah, his glasses had to be deceiving him. Then, another notification popped up.

> can’t wait to see you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He winced silently.

Ugh. What a cringy choice of emojis.

Did you really like this guy?

He frowned, going back to his place in the study room.

Ugh.

He didn’t care, obviously. Why would he care? That wasn’t his business. Never was, never would be. Not like he was interested. Pffft, no. Not at all. Yeah, nah. That kiss had been a one time thing. Totally. 100%. He wasn’t thinking about it again. Nope. Nor did he want to kiss you again. Not in a chance.

Just… ugh.

It was just that… no. Scratch that. No further comments.

He sighed as he went back to his work, feeling a sudden inspiration hit him as he took out a blank paper for the English class valentine’s assignment, but not before he looked at you again, then shook his head, turning the music back on in his headphones. He started writing, drafting, and throwing papers away, getting slightly desperate at his perfectionism.

He sighed. His eyes trailed off towards you.

Slowly, words started to flow in his head. Pretty sentences, things that he had kept hidden in the back of his mind. Maybe it could be good to let it all out. It couldn’t hurt. Yeah.

So he stared writing. Vomiting word after word. And he finished earlier than expected, with two papers.

One was perfect for the english assignment. It was boring and dull enough to be handed in for a school work, but good enough for his perfectionism.

And the other… was something different.

Something that had only happened because you were there, in front of him.

He stood up, letter on his hand. He leaned against the table you were sleeping in, and settled the jacket further on your shoulders. He sighed, grabbing a pen from his pencil case, folding the letter and signed it.

Maybe it was a bad idea, he thought as he picked up his stuff from the table and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at your figure once more before heading out.

It had been to check if you were still asleep, of course.

Just to check.

Yeah.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Your phone vibrated in your hand again.

And again.

With a groan, you silently accepted that there was no way you could fool an inanimate object into believing that you were still asleep.

But when you yawned and looked around and didn’t find the posters in your room, but rather a whole bunch of tables and chairs, your eyes widened.

It hadn’t been your alarm but a phone call that had awoken you.

“Y-yeah?” You mumbled, picking up the call and quickly taking your backpack and scarf and rushing out of the study room, taking a quick scan and making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind.

“I’m heading to the club now, shortcake.” A low voice greeted. “Are you getting ready?”

Who…?

“H-henry?” You frowned slightly.

You heard him snicker through the other side. “Yeah?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

“N-nothing! Nothing, I, uh, I was just doing my make up. Y-you know.”

What? You frowned, even more this time. No, that didn’t make any sense. You always blabbered about how you never did your make up for clubbing because the one you owned was cheap and never stayed on anyways.

“Sure, yeah.”

It didn’t seem like he had noticed.

“You can head there before me. I’ll go there eventually, yeah?”

You heard him snicker on the other side of the phone call. “Ok, baby.” He cleared his throat, stuttering a bit. “Y-yeah, I mean, I’ll uh… get there in a bit. Don’t rush.”

Only then you felt that the wind from outside wasn’t freezing your bones like usual. You squinted at the jacket you were wearing.

“Henry, did you…?” But he hung up.

It probably was him. Yeah. That’s why he had called you. To make sure you’d wake up.

Besides, there were little to no people who’d do such a kind gesture towards you, and even if the jacket was pretty much your style and it smelled like heaven, it didn’t feel like something any of the girls would keep around.

So, why didn’t it made you feel giddy that Henry had given you his jacket?

You kept on running through the hallways and catched the bus that was usually there for students who had extracurricular classes, unlucky people who had to stay in school late in Fridays. You never had, using Fridays to be a bit lazy or to start homework sooner just to hand it in earlier than Seungmin.

Oh.

Friday.

Seungmin.

The library.

You bit your nails, staring through the window.

Would he wait there for long?

What was he going to do once he figured you weren’t going to show up?

Were you… feeling guilty?

No… that… that couldn’t be, you chuckled dryly. Mean decisions against Kim Seungmin didn’t spend too much time on the judgmental side of your brain. You just… teased him back. And he’d take it. And double it. And so on.

So why did this feel too mean?

Could it be because of whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes?

Could the fact that it had been the best thing that had happened in a long while?

Well, fine.

Not just ‘thing’.

A kiss.

And for fuck’s sake, what kiss.

You groaned and grunted, sprinting home as soon as the bus stopped.

Why did it always have to be him?

You entered your room and burst open your closet. The jacket was cool, you thought. And if you were going to see Henry, you could just wear it and hand it back to him in the club.

It was vintage, but its warmth engulfed you as if it had been handmade. Its funky designs and patterns looked cute, and its grey color contrasted well with it. You chose the first dress you saw, a tight black dress with no sleeves that you would’ve discarded as too short if you had more time, but it wasn’t exactly something you could’ve bragged about.

Jacket, dress, high socks, boots, wallet, phone, keys, headphones… yeah. You nodded, checking all of the boxes in your mental list, and started hurriedly walking to the address he had sent.

You hoped you weren’t going to be too late.

[☆★🌷★☆]

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…”

“The number you are trying to call is turned off or out of coverage. Please, leave your message after the—”

You hang up, tired of hearing that mechanic voice over and over again.

You looked around you, and there was nothing that looked like a club. You had tried to enter the building that the address lead to, but it hadn’t got well.

A strange figure opened a small window and gave you a look, almost disgusted. It took you a second to understand that they were wearing a mask, with dark lace and other colours. But just when you were about to speak, the window slammed close.

You blinked, puzzled. Where the fuck was Henry sending you? What kind of club was this?

You had started to roam around the building, trying to call him —and failing misserably, because the damn guy couldn’t pick up the fucking phone for the life of him—, but now you were starting to run out of ideas.

It was past 12pm, your legs shivered with every slight wind that swooshed your way, and there was no one that was going to pick up the phone. Not Henry, that ridiculous imbecile, not Lucas, who always bragged about having his phone in night mode, so nothing would get to him until morning, and not the girls, because Noa had her phone turned off, Atenea was most likely sleeping, Abril and Lara hadn’t picked up either, and your list of close friends who could possibly pick up was… that.

And no one was picking up the fucking phone.

You were about to keep on ranting about how disgustingly bad this was turning out to be, but you heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, but didn’t find the source. With a frown, you walked to the building again

Placing your hand on one of the windows, who were dark and almost impossible to see through, you could notice that in the dim light from what could be seen outside, Henry was well entertained with a certain kind of company, so much that he couldn’t even pick up your phone.

You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the tinted glass. Of course. Yeah. That made total sense. It was Henry, after all. He had always been known to be kind of an asshole anyways. It couldn’t possibly come out as a surprise the fact that he actually was.

You shook your head and mentally mocked him and the blond girl he was kissing.

Henry Li could go to Hell.

Guess there was nothing left to do now. You had dumped Seungmin, and Henry had dumped you. It was an ass move over an ass move. Maybe you kinda deserved it.

But then your thoughts ended in a halt, because you swore you could feel a shadow starting to follow you from a distance.

They were behind you, but not too close, and due to their hoodie it was imposible to distinguish their face.

So you started walking. Turning left. Right. Left again. Right. Just kept on walking. Don’t look behind you. They’d probably just leave. This had to be your imagination, 100%.

But when you took a peak, the silhouette was not only still behind you, slowly walking towards you, but a slight bit closer this time.

You swallowed dry, gulped, even. Your heart tightened in your chest. What kind of joke was this? Your eyes were tearing up. You were tired, and this was mental. Adrenaline rumped through your body, and even if you were already lost, you kept on walking.

You took your phone from your pocket. Think, think, think. Who could you call? Who could pick up at one am? You scrolled down your list of contacts, until for a reason you don’t fully get, your eyes stopped at a certain name.

—> seungmeannie

It couldn’t possibly hurt to try… right?

You sniffed almost silently, and pressed call.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

You started crying a bit louder, unable to hold it back.

“Eh, hi…?”

“S-seungmin!” You sobbed, smiling. It was the first time in your life you had been that happy just from being able to hear his voice, raspy and low.

“W-what?” He stopped talking, and you guessed that it was because he hadn’t figured out who was calling him so late at night. “Do you know what time it is, you fun-sized dingus?” He groaned sleepily at the phone.

You bit your lip and sniffed.

“Wait. Are you… crying?” His tone had changed.

“I-i’m sorry about t-this eve-ening.” You sobbed, failing to hold back the tears, hugging the jacket that was still on your shoulders.

“Are you drunk, little one?” You never thought your shoulders could relax as fast as they had when his soft tone of voice called you that stupid nickname.

“N-no, I… I went to this stupid club, with-“

“With Henry, yeah.” The way he said his name, as if he wanted to put that stupid bitch in a box and send him to the end of the world took you by surprise.

“B-but um, he’s not picking up my phone and I…” you gulped. Taking a peek behind you, you shivered. “I think someone’s following me.”

“Wait, what?” Seungmin had never stood up from bed as fast as he had done that night. “Where are you?” He asked to the phone as he randomly picked a sweater and his glasses, biting his lip as he struggled to put on his shoes.

“I… I don’t know.” You sobbed. “I started walking away so he’d go, but it didn’t work.” You mumbled, sniffing. You felt so stupid.

“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah?” It was the first time in the whole afternoon that you felt like that statement could be true. Because Seungmin was going to help you. “Don’t hang up. Tell me what buildings can you see. Try heading away from small alleys. I’ll find you.”

Seungmin rushed out of his appartment, not before scribbling down what was happening in a post it note and left it on his mother’s bedside table.

“T-there are some restaurants, but they’re all closed.” You started, dubious as how was this going to work. “There’s a road to my left.”

“Can you name any of the restaurants, little one?” Seungmin had a hunch, and he huffed, sprinting to the plaza closest to his appartment.

“I just passed by a Mexican, I think.” You sniffed, Seungmin’s soothing voice working like a charm and calming you down slowly. “In front of me, I think this is a Japanese… it’s called Ginza.”

Seungmin chuckled, feeling relief flooding his body. “Y-yeah, ok! I- god, yes, I know where you are. Keep walking straight ahead. There should be a park, right?” He started running, hiding the fact that he’d have to rush and make the usual fifteen minutes it could take him to arrive where you were and make them five.

He needed to see you and make sure you were safe.

“I… shit, yeah! I can see it!” You went back to crying, a smile planted in your features.

“I’m almost there. You’re doing so well, little one.”

You felt your cheeks getting warmer at that. Walking a bit faster, you looked behind you, finding that the silhouette was still there.

But Seungmin was close. Seungmin said everything would be fine.

“S-seungmin?” You mumbled at the phone, wanting to hear his voice, so soothing and warm.

“Under the streetlight, silly.”

You heard the beep that sounded when Seungmin ended the call, but he was there, tangible, a couple of meters away from you.

You chuckled, happy to see him for the first time ever, and crying away the pent up stress and worry, you ran off to him, and clung your arms around his neck tightly, unbothered at the need to stand on the tips of your toes to do so.

Seungmin stuttered, still panting from the marathon he had ran to get there, 100% baffled at this. But it was ok. You were there. You were safe.

“T-they’re still behind me.” You whispered against his chest.

He could feel your nervousness on your tone, how scared you were judging by how strongly your arms closed behind his neck, and hesitated for a second before hugging you back, his arms pulling you closer by your lower back, keeping you grounded and so weirdly safe in his grasp, and it felt so strangely comforting coming from him that your eyes swelled with more tears.

You couldn’t see or feel the person behind you anymore, but Seungmin did, somewhat clearly.

The only thing that his mind made up that moment is that for the person to leave, they’d have to believe you two did know each other.

And Seungmin’s heart beated loudly in his chest when your grasp loosened and you stood back on your feet, allowing him to see how your lip trembled, how you were holding back tears and how you looked at him with a million emotions hidden in the colour of your eyes. He had never seen you cry before.

His hands itched to touch you again, a sudden need to comfort you that overwhelmed him.

So he did.

His hands cradled your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears, and he pecked your lips softly, smiling at your baffled face. His arms engulfed you in a comforting hug that smelled so much like the jacket you were wearing.

He looked behind you, and the silhouette was nowhere to be found. As if it had never been there before.

“It’s ok.” Seungmin whispered in your ear. “I’m here now. You’re safe. They’re gone, yeah?” His arms rested on your shoulders as his slender hands stroked your hair. “No one’s gonna hurt you now, pretty.”

And you started to cry on his shoulder, because not only then you realized how bad you had needed a hug, and not even the fact that it had been a hug from him that you had secretly yearned for, but because none of your excuses made sense now.

There was no ‘fake’ or ‘real’ Seungmin.

Whatever he was, fake or not, stood in front of you as he hugged you under the streetlight.

And you sighed as he cooed at you softly, because deep down you had known for a while.

It was time you came to terms with it.

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 3: WINDOWS, LETTERS AND POEMS}

Wednesday. 9:56 am. 14th February.

Most of your classmates were still arriving from their next class as you stared at two papers in your hands slightly from afar, pencil in your lips.

You had discarded most of your creations all Monday and Tuesday when you finally ended with a draft you liked for the stupid english homework. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

But the letter in your other hand, however, was something you had never done before.

“What’s that you got there?”

Any kind of bubbly and nervous emption you had vanished at the sound of that low voice.

“Fuck off, Li.” You grunted in a husky tone, frowning at him and grabbing back the letter from his hands.

“Is it a love letter for me?” He chuckled, ignoring your behaviour.

“Why the fuck would I write that, huh?” You laughed, a chuckle full of acid, one that had much more hatred that you had ever said before.

Henry brushed a hand through his hair, and you couldn’t help but think he looked stupid. You had liked this guy? Ugh.

“Because today is valentine’s day, shortcake.”

You squinted and frowned at him.

“Swishing those dyed and damaged locks like a Loreal advert won’t make anyone fall in love with you.” You snorted, and realized the people in the hallway had fallen into silence, listening to your conversation. “Or maybe it worked with that blond girl in the club?” You pretended to ponder out loud, leaning against the locker behind you, facing him with confidence.

“Wait, what?” He mumbled.

You snickered, taking him by surprise. “Oh, silly. I was never going to date you. I kept hearing that you were an ass and figured that was right, because aside from me, little to no people talked to you. I guess I just felt pityful.” You faked a pout.

He clenched his fists, his shoulders tense.

“You’re lying.” He grunted.

You chuckled. “You wish I was. That blond girl didn’t steal my man. She stole my problem.” You heard some gasps from the people in the corridor, as they had formed some kind of circle around you two.

But then, Henry snorted, and cleared his throat, talking with a much louder voice. “So you’re not going to let everyone know about you and Seungmin?” He smirked. “I feel like that’s a bit unfair. Making it seem like I’m the bad guy and all.”

You tried hard to make it seem like that hadn’t surprised you. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t have time to react when he yanked your letter from your hand.

“Such sweet words, all dedicated to him,” he mocked. “I think these people want to know.”

“Give it back!” You clenched your jaw, your eyes dull with embarassment.

Even if he wasn’t as tall as Seungmin, there was still a decent difference between you and him. And with a sly grin, he raised the paper above your head.

You licked your lips, anger filling your body.

“Give. It. Back.”

But then he started reading.

“I looked at him as if he were the Sun, in that I never looked at him except in frustration.” He read out loud, moving the paper from your reach everytime you tried to reach. “I seeked his warmth, I complained when he was gone, but I never looked, not until I noticed he was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset, I wondered how I had never seen him before.”

You stared at the floor, a blush spreading through your cheeks, coming from your neck.

“And that’s basically what happened.” You mumbled to Abril and Lucas over at a bench in the school grounds, hours after that whole thing had happened.

“What?!” You flinched at Abril’s loud voice. “I’m going to kill him. I am so going to murder that nasty ass bitch.” She threatened to stand up, but Lucas grabbed her forearm.

“And what about Seungmin?” He questioned softly, a lot more gentle that what you usually would expect.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“I haven’t spoken to him since Friday” You stared at him with a weakness you had never felt before. “It’s like he doesn’t want to talk to me, I…” you sighed. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” You sniffed.

You had to stay in the study room for the afternoon, waiting for Atenea to get out of the club she was in so you could head to the library together like you had promised, but as you studied in silence, someone sat in the chair in front of you, frowning at you.

You took your headphones off and scratched your eyes. “Eh… Hyunjin?”

“Abril told Lara and she told me,” he mentioned in a huff. “And I’ve known Seungmin for many years. He’s not an impulsive guy. He hasn’t treated anyone like how he treats you.”

You blinked, puzzled, but frowned at him. “Are you going to scold me?”

“You better believe I am!” He scoffed. “Would you like me to politely tell you that you’ve behaved like a total idiot around him?”

“What are you—?!”

“You simply never bothered to talk to Seungmin about any of what Lara told me!” He stated with force, and you didn’t think to tell him to shut up, considering that the study room was empty that time.

“Do you really expect me to understand whatever was happening and tell him right away?” You blurted out with anger, a bit shocked at his rough approach. “Had I had the opportunity I would have!

He rolled his eyes, passing a hand over his face in a sign of desperation.

“You had every opportunity! For months!” He left his hand on the table, and started tapping at it with force, trying to make a point. “Admit it. Seungmin has been in your head ever since we both changed from the other class and you two started bickering.” Hyunjin’s eyes stared at you with a fierce glare that almost threatened to pierce holes through your skull.

“That’s bullshit!” You spitted out defensively.

“Oh, spare me!” He brushed it off. “There have been countless clues! Your stupid need to make everything a competition when it comes to him is infuriating. He talks to me about these things, you know?” He swallowed, and you leaned back in surprise, but he kept on going. “How you look at him when you’re angry, or how you mock and tease him back. It’s stupid!” He cursed out loud. “And these last two weeks have only made it so much worse.”

“What do you mean, worse?” You pondered softly, slowly taking in Hyunjin’s dramatic act.

“I mean, you were totally smitten by how he ridiculously kissed you at the back of the bus last week, considering that you kissed him back.” He stated clearly. “And he wouldn’t shut up about it and how you were ignoring him after, which, great fucking work, by the way, the dude wouldn’t shut up about you.” Hyunjin blinked slowly, trying to recall and voice what he was thinking. “And then he lends you his jacket when a mystery debutant shows up.”

“A—a what?”

“Motherfucker, eh, that Henry asshole.” Hyunjin rubbed his eyes. “I had to endure him talking shit about him for an hour because he saw him texting you some weird shit with cringe emojis.” The exasperation on his tone rendered you almost speechless. “And even then he struggled to admit how fucking jealous he was about that guy. He had your attention. He had your smile. You looked at Henry, not at Seungmin, and ah, for fuck’s sake.” Hyunjin covered his face with his hands. “He felt so ridiculously powerless that he talked to me about it. He’s never done that before!”

You were only able to blink, struggling to grasp everything he was saying.

“And then, with no word of warning, you called him, at, what, like, one in the morning?” Hyunjin said in a huff, the thought of that bringing back his anger, making him stare at you with a frown again. “He, jesus, he talked for AGES about how you hugged him, and the fact that you were wearing his jacket, like— like you’re doing now, what the fuck.” He stopped mid-scolding, staring at you with confusion.

“It’s… it’s his?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded. “What, you didn’t know? You helped him with tecnical drawing, he gave you his jacket, bla bla bla. That whole thing?”

You blushed, shaking your head sideways. You had done what?

“Nevermind. You can talk to him about that later.”

It was your turn to scoff now. “Judging by the fact that he sent you, I don’t think he would like to see me anytime soon.”

Hyunjin chuckled dryly.

“Don’t you even dare keep ignoring him. This stupid game has lasted for too long. Besides, he doesn’t know I’m here. He thinks I’m in dance practice, but whatever. You needed to know, because he’s a mess.” Hyunjin stated, passing a hand through his hair. “He can’t sleep well, he can’t concentrate, he can’t do anything.”

It looked like the scolding was over, but there was a remaining anger that came back to him as a memory struck.

“And, moreover, you callously ignored the letter Seungmin wrote you, even though he told you he loved you!”

You were looking at your notebook on the table, halfly staring at your nails and fidgeting with them, but your head almost snapped when you stared at him.

“What letter?” You muttered, your eyes locked on his. He frowned, his eyes slightly widening.

Your heart started beating faster, almost so loud you could hear it in your head.

“Hyunjin, what letter?!”

[☆★🌷★☆]

Seungmin felt his lungs on fire.

Run, run, run.

His feet were hurting, because his old ass shoes were busted enough that their insides were almost destroyed from everyday use.

But he needed to find you.

Maybe it was because it was Valentine’s day, despite the obvious influence that a certain friend of yours had done.

“Wait, you— you missed school this morning?” Lucas had muttered with a puzzled look, eyes wide.

“I had to go to the dentist to take my braces off. Yeah.” Seungmin stated again. “So whatever you meant by ‘being an ignoring bitch this morning’, I know nothing about it.”

And then someone next to them had chimed in. “You’re talking about Henry and what happened this morning with—“

“Yeah. Why?” Seungmin had interrupted, frowning slightly.

“There’s a video of it.”

Run, run, run.

The look in your eyes when you spoke with Henry. Your smug smile when you caught him by surprise.

Your poem.

His eyes had widened when Henry started reading it in the video.

Was it…?

Could it…?

Could it really be for him?

He wanted needed to find out.

He needed to find you.

“Watch where you’re going!” A man grunted at him, and Seungmin quickly apologized, running off.

Run, run, run.

He knew where you lived just because of Friday, when you had asked him if he could head towards your house with you, still a bit scared from what had happened. He accepted in a heartbeat, reassuring you that it was fine with a million smiles.

His hand had never left yours. Your touch, colder than his, had something so adicting to it that he didn’t want to let go.

Time seemed to pass slowlier when he recognized your neighbourhood. He was about to ring on your floor, but then, your silhouette got out of the elevators, and you both blinked at each other, staring through the glass door.

You opened it slowly, approaching him.

The look in your eyes was different than what Seungmin was used to.

It wasn’t similar to how you had looked at him ever since the school year started, with a shimmer of anger that turned your cheeks pink. Or how you had looked at him that afternoon in the back of the school bus, pupils dark and lips red and slightly swollen from kissing. Or how your eyes glowed in hope and comfort that Friday night.

It was different. He wanted to savour it. He wanted to see every detail of it.

He walked towards you and cradled your face in his hands.

“Wait.” He muttered in a whisper, taking off his glasses in a movement that to you felt almost enticing.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

He blinked at you as he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

“You’re fucking blurry.” He snickered softly, with a sheepish smile that tinted his cheeks pink.

You giggled.

He settled his glasses back in place, and smiled when your image made sense before him.

“Better.” He muttered.

“Seungmin, I—“

But you stopped speaking when his lips crashed against yours.

There it was. He tasted sweet like how hot chocolate tastes in a rainy day. You smiled at your discovery, wanting to taste it for hours.

He wanted to kiss you for days to come, even if there was a million things left for both of you to say.

“I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I wasn’t in school this morning.” Kiss. “But I saw a video of it.” Kiss. “And I needed to—“

You giggled, taking his glasses and settling them on the top of his head.

“We can do the talking later.” You smiled, your cheeks red as your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He gulped, blushing too as he mumbled.

“Yeah.” You smiled even more. “I’d rather do the kissing now.”

You'd never know what happened with his letter. But considering where that had lead you, maybe it wasn't totally bad that the wind had carried it out the window.

[☆★🌷★☆]

~Kats, who, believe it or not, took the text argument in the beginning from an old school groupchat (yes i was the target akbdksbdks idk why lol, but no, i did not have an enemies2lovers :( lmao)

HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINES DAY!

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0tivez · 2 years ago

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i loved your gojo fic so much!! can i request an nsfw a to z with gojo <3

gojo a to z analysis

note: thank you anon! i've been meaning to do something like this for so long! for everyone, my requests are open! send me anything you'd like :)

warnings: nsfw, established relationship, gender neutral reader. mdni.

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⁜ A = Aftercare ⁜

this is a rough one, because i feel like sometimes he would, and sometimes he wouldn't. for someone he loves or at least cares about, i think he would do it gladly. but for a one night stand with a stranger, he would take care of himself and expect the other person to leave.

⁜ B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) ⁜

i have a feeling that Gojo likes his arms the most. i can imagine him flexing his arms all the time. he also loves sitting while crossing his arms, he knows it's a distraction for many. he likes how veiny they get from adrenaline rush.

as for his partner's, he's definitely an ass guy. he loves when you wear a tight jean that perfectly envelops your ass. he loves grabbing it, he'll grab it in public. he also does the lara jean hand in back pocket thing all. the. time. it's also his favorite place to cum.

⁜ C = Cum (anything to do with cum) ⁜

he hates using condoms. he has great self-control (thankfully) and knows when to pull out. he loves cumming on your ass and back the most, because those are the only times he can control himself. your face is like aphrodisiac to him, he can't contain himself at the sight of your face covered in his cum. it's a treat he only allows himself every now and then.

⁜ D = Dirty Secret ⁜

when you're away for something (a work trip, vacation etc.) he uses your underwear to masturbate. your underwear drawer is like a goldmine for him. he always feels like such a pervert, but he can't help it.

he also has a secret drawer full of your nudes, or pictures he took of you post-sex.

⁜ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ⁜

very much, but for the most part. he's a man of one night stands, so it's not usual for him to have casual sex with a partner. he was surprised at first, because he's usually doing whatever he wants, and doesn't care if the other person likes it or not. but with you, it took him a while to understand what you prefered, what you disliked and so on. so, while he's very experienced at sex, he wasn't well adjusted at first. so, in that sense, you were a first for him.

⁜ F = Favorite Position ⁜

doggy. he just loves hitting it from the back. you're also easier to maintain control of when you're on all fours. he loves how big his hand looks while grabbing your shoulders or your waist. he enjoys missionary too, but for him, that's for slower nights where you two want to enjoy being together, making love if you will, rather than seeking pleasure. he also loves lotus position. he loves how warm it is, how intimate you two become. he loves having you inside his arms while you huff and puff on his neck.

⁜ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ⁜

definitely goofy most of the time. he doesn't take himself too seriously when he's with you, because he's comfortable around you. but for anyone else, he would be serious, cold, and dismissive. but don't think you'll fly under the radar if he's angry, he's gonna be serious with you in that case too. but all the other times, he's really funny. i also think he'd be talking shit behind others' back while talking about his day mid sex, making you hysterically laugh at his innocent annoyance.

⁜ H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ⁜

hmmm... unpopular opinion, but i think he'd be completely shaven. he gives me the type to want his partners to be hairless too. but normally, yeah, the carpet matches the drapes. so it wouldn't matter too much if he grew them out, but he likes not having anything.

⁜ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ⁜

romantic sex with him is occasional. he has a high sex drive, and would have sex every day if he could. although, of course, he shows his love during the moment, his true love making is more rare. he's harsh with his moves 98% of the times, so it's hard to be romantic about that. but there are more intimate, vulnerable times where he just wants to enjoy making love with you, slowly as he feels the love for as long as possible.

⁜ J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon) ⁜

he masturbates in the shower. he prefers not to masturbate at all and would very much rather a quickie instead. but if he needs to, he'll prefer doing jacking off in the shower.

he's also very casual about it. if you're not in the mood, he'll just do it himself without being offended or anything.

but there are times where he threathens to masturbate if that makes sense. like, "be good and do what i want, or i'll have to do it myself"

he also has a silly fake name for masturbation that he uses just for fun. like idk "going to town" or "taking junior out for lunch" or something. yeah he unironically calls his dick satoru jr.

⁜ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ⁜

somnophilia: he'd love to fuck you while you murmur his name in your sleep. imagining how you might see him in your dream drives him crazy and he can't contain himself. he'd fuck you while imagining all the ways you must be dreaming about him (of course he'll make sure you consent to it beforehand).

size kink: he loves feeling big and strong over you. he loves having power in the bedroom. he loves how much he stretches you with just two fingers.

shibari: he's big for restriction in general, but he'd go absolutely crazy if you were to surprise him wrapped like a gift.

exhibitionism: he'd love to fuck you in front of someone else as you cry with pleasure, praising how good he feels. he would love showing you off to someone else as he watches you lose your mind under his touch, to show how good you are for him and for him only.

spit: it's a form of discipline, if you may. if you act out, he'll tell you to open your mouth and spit in it, and order you to swallow. he'll praise you when you do it.

⁜ L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ⁜

everywhere around the house is okay for him, but he also likes having sex in semi-public spaces. dressing rooms, secret corners of beaches, a dark alleyway, elevator, hotel balcony... the possibility of getting caught makes him excited, even though he knows that will never be the case.

⁜ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ⁜

teasing playfully turns him on. he loves it when you're bratty. he loves it when you challenge him by either betting on something ("you'd last 5 minutes if i wore this") or telling him he couldn't do something ("no, you couldn't fuck me till i get a hoarse voice") (he did)

your moans and begs get him going. calling his name in pain and pleasure, that's his fuel. he loves being praised, being told how good he makes you feel, how handsome he is, how big he is and such. he'd cum on the spot if you ever tell him you love him.

⁜ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ⁜

hmmm age play is definitely a no no for him. baby talk etc. grosses him out. he also wouldn't want you to pretend to be one of his students. piss, scat etc. i think those are also given, he'd be weirded out by them. i guess any kind of bodily fluid other than spit, cum, or blood would be a turn off for him. i can see that there are times where a little blood turns him on tho.

also, hot take, but he doesn't like period sex. it's just messy all around. in the shower? maybe. he might have to give it a try first, but the idea in general turns him off.

⁜ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ⁜

loves getting head, and would expect to receive a good one. kinda a head pusher tbh. but he'd be down to give you head too. and for someone who doesn't do it very often, he's very skilled. if you ask for him to eat you out, he won't say no, but might expect the same in return. you have a stressful day and need to relax? he's already down on his knees.

also big on 69.

⁜ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ⁜

painfully fast almost all of the time. he has high stamina too, so he'll go on and destroy your insides until you can't walk. he'd slow down if you begged enough tho.

⁜ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ⁜

he loves morning quickies, but other than that, he prefers having normal, long paced sex. he'd like to have a quickie before he gets to work, or when you two are outside and he needs to release.

⁜ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ⁜

satoru loves riskiness. the possibility of being caught makes him thrilled. he already has almost no shame, so the risk is just another adrenaline rush factor for him. not that he cares about it tho.

⁜ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ⁜

no need to be unrealistic, i don't expect him to do more than 1 round. 2 is extremely rare. he has high stamina, so his 1 orgasm takes like 2-3 of yours. he has high libido tho, and would have sex multiple (3 at most i would say) times a day. but he definitely needs some time off between each round.

⁜ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ⁜

he doesn't own any toys, other than the ones you already own. he's not fully against the idea of using toys, but he would rather do the job himself. if you offer to use it, he would get very offended and put out a show. but other than that, there are times where he likes teasing you with a vibrator or dildo.

now that i think about it, he would probably buy you a jewelled plug as a gift. a baby blue jewelled one.

⁜ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ⁜

lol that's not even up for debate. he's a fucking tease. he enjoys messing with you, he'll do anything to make you frustrated. in the bedroom, outside the bedroom, anywhere and everywhere.

for one, he enjoys edging you. he'll make you climax only to leave you unfinished and frustrated. he'll make you swear at him, insult him, even hit him.

and he'll tease you about anything you do during sex, and do it anywhere. outside with your friends? "you remember how much you begged me to fuck you last night?" your family? "he calls me daddy too" like this man has no shame.

⁜ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ⁜

to your surprise, gojo is incredibly vocal. he doesn't hide his pleasure. his moans will be both growl-like and whiny. you love the latter more. his voice cracks in between moans and he sounds so desperate, which is ironic since he loves dominating you in bed. that's the only thing he'll compromise.

⁜ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ⁜

he loves using his blindfold as a leash on you. he'll wrap it around your neck and grips on it tightly as he fucks you from behind

⁜ X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ⁜

okay our lanky boy propoganda is proven false with recent manga chapters, this guy's buff and huge. though i would still say his length is his greater power, not his thickness, which imo makes his dick boyfriend dick. he knows how to utilize it well too. he can initiate pain or fuck without it if he wants to. red, sensitive tip. has one long vein all along his length. shaven completely.

⁜ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ⁜

the way i answered all of them in just one of these damn 😭 anyways still, he'll want in when he wakes up, during the day, and before bed. this man's always erect and ready to go. he'll even offer to come over where you work just to have a quickie with you. in his car, in your office, in his office, wherever. always asks for nudes, always sends you nudes, 24/7 spamming nsfw messages and memes. he's like a teen who found a box of low quality 80s porn in his garage in a dusty box and told everyone about it. it's sometimes cute, he can be funny about it. but there are times where he sends shit that actually end up turning you on. and within 3 seconds, he's got you laying on your desk with the tall man between your legs.

⁜ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ⁜

even if he's too tired, he won't fall asleep before you, because he loves watching you slowly fall asleep. he'd want to cuddle you, have pillowtalk with you, play with your skin, your hair, and watch you fall asleep on his chest while wondering what the hell he did to deserve someone like you.

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