BE MY VALENTINE? . . NISHIMURA RIKI!

precis. you had a massive crush on the popular and student council representative, yang jungwon. you were fine with watching from afar until your town announces a valentine’s day festival. to get closer to him, you confide in the only person who knows him best, nishimura riki.

pairing. popular nishimura riki and broadcasting member female reader ft crush!yang jungwon.

genre. romance angst humor (ish) mini love triangle unexpected love first love classmates to lovers.

word count. 0.4k !

featuring. minji from 뉴진스 hyein from 뉴진스 and huening kai from 투모로우바이투게더.

warnings. language minor angst unrequited feelings at one point for the main characters not proofread.

playlist. click here

authors note > ok so this was supposed to be posted on valentines day but google docs decided to ruin my life and didn’t save my draft so i had to remake it .. but anyways this took me a month because i’m slow and school is piling but anyways here it is, all feedback is appreciated! :D

TG 💌 — @yeomha @sobiood @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs @catryu @bucketofhiros @lcv3lies @j-wyoung @eundiarys @luvhyun3 @wtfhyuck @meowrinz @only-hao @yenqa @sfthyuka

“GOOD AFTERNOON STUDENTS,”

you took a breath before continuing, “i hope you are all having a great friday and are excited for the weekend. before i let you off, i have a special announcement, in just a week, yongsan will be having their first valentines day festival. our very own decelis student council team will be fundraising for the ferris wheel, so please, help our council as much as you can and attend the festival with your loved ones. have a great weekend, study hard.”

you held your breath as you looked up at minji, she signed an okay before the red light in the corner shut off.

“good job yn, we’re signed off.” minji smiled and you tugged the headphones off your ears. you gathered all the papers on the desk into your hands, you let out a long sigh. the week was finally over, but the weekend was busier with the preparations of the festival.

opening the door to the central area of the broadcasting room, you smiled at all the members — thanking them. everyone was packing away their recorders and computers. seeing them leaving so early had you craving for your home, the soft sheets of your bed and the feeling of your head on your pillow.

“staying longer?” minji asked, her hand resting on your shoulder. she followed you as you placed the papers into a folder, shutting off the casting gears.

“unfortunately, i have to record some other things for the track team and for this festival.” you nodded, just hearing everything you needed to do was dreadful.

“right, the festival,” minji sang the last part of the sentence. she wiggled her brows at you mischievously.

“what?” you asked with a scrunched nose and curious eyes.

“oh i don’t know, i think you should take jungwon as your date to the fair.” she sighed dreamily. as she said his name, you looked around. although thankfully the room was partially empty and others in their own world.

“i’m pretty sure he’s busy,” you shook your head declining. you wrapped wires together, trying to look normal to minji, though your red ears and jelly legs could have been a large giveaway if observed closely.

“oh come on, just ask him. if he says no then that’s okay, at least you asked.” minji frowned. she rested her back on the table waving everyone goodbye as you did the same — thanking them for their time once again.

as the classroom emptied, the last student slipping out, you were able to comfortably talk with minji. she had a wide grin on her lips seeing you in deep thought.

yang jungwon was your longtime crush. you met him freshman year at the cat cafe you were applying for. his big round eyes and peeking dimples had you smiling at yourself. you got closer to him as time went on and school events grew closer. being on the broadcasting team, you worked almost side by side with the student council — a bonus. you never even thought of ever admitting your feelings for the boy, but as minji continued to egg you on, you might as well.

what can go wrong?

“okay, and let’s say i metaphorically agree to this, how could i even ask him out? i can’t just walk up to him and ask him to be my valentine.” you paused looking down at your sneakers. everything can go wrong.

“i knew it!” minji clapped her hands jumping up and down.

“hey wait, i never said yes — we need like a plan or something.” you placed your things into your bookbag as minji tapped her chin, thinking.

for a couple seconds it was silent in the room, just minji’s pacing on her feet and your anxious tapping fingers on your cloth bag. she was thinking for a while until she gasped, it was almost as if a light bulb went off in her head.

“you know nishimura from i think it’s like class b-2? he’s jungwon’s best friend, if we have him on board he can tell us more about jungwon and what he likes.” minji shrugged like it was that easy. you knew nishimura riki, everyone did. he was the tall, beautiful, quiet boy who excelled at almost everything. he was only close to a couple people, mostly his rugby team — that jungwon was on.

“what if he says no? then what?” again, getting worried of the entire plan. would riki tell everyone about your gigantic crush on his best friend? you’d be humiliated.

“when we get to that point we’ll see, but fingers crossed. yeah?” minji crossed her fingers with bright eyes. she grabbed her bag as well as sliding her arm across your shoulder.

chatting together through the halls, bidding goodbyes to those who stayed behind for other things — minji spoke, “hyein is gonna freak when she hears this.” the girl giggled.

oh, god.

THE RHYTHMIC SOUND OF A BOUNCING PATTERN EMITTED FROM THE GYMNASIUM.

you quietly shuffled in, hands behind your back with a box of warm cookies. hyein said it would be a good bribing method. let’s hope she’s right.

as you grew closer, you could see a uniform blazer thrown on the floor along with a bookbag in the corner. the boy’s figure stood in the middle of the gym as he dribbled the ball. his hair jumped almost animatedly, the long blonde streaks hidden in his brunette hair. he was almost suspended for dying his hair but got away with it by saying it was natural. you’ve known nishimura riki since junior high, he was always a fun person to be around. he made the room brighter when it was dark and sulum, you even caught yourself having a little crush on him — until jungwon came along.

stepping closer, riki threw the ball into the hoop, it went right in. another thing about riki was that he was gold at everything. sports, studies, and individuality.

the ball hit your feet and you reached down to grab it, placing the cookies on the floor. you looked up at riki and he looked almost surprised seeing you.

“hey,” you said, throwing the basketball at him.

“never thought i’d see you here.” the boy teased, bouncing the ball again. you walked closer — the pastries long forgotten.

for a while, there was no talking, just the expected sounds of the gymnasium. you both played together, laughs echoed through the room. almost forgetting why you were there, you called for a break. sitting on the floor, riki followed.

“i actually have a favor to ask.” you panted and you watched him rest back on his hands. sweat dripped from his forehead, he licked his lips waiting for you to go on.

“so, you know the festival for valentines right? i want to ask jungwon to go but i don’t know how, and i was just thinking because you’re his friend, you could help me.” you waited for an answer but he was still. this was a really, really bad idea.

“okay,” he shrugged, standing up. he walked over to his blazer and you silently cheered in your head. you stood up as well grabbing the box of cookies.

“i baked these last night, i thought if i was asking for something like this i should pay you.” placing the box next to his bag you backed up to the door looking down at your watch.

“i would stay but i kind of have to go, minji will kill me if she knows i’m late-“ you rambled but he cut you off.

“go ahead, thanks for these.” his lips formed a tight lipped smile and he shook the cookies.

whispering a small bye and giving him a thumbs up you quickly exited the gym. you ran across the halls with a smile, you didn’t think it’d be that easy.

STEP ONE: GET ON THE FESTIVAL VOLUNTEERS.

riki rested his back on the tree, the leaves rustling above his head — falling every once in a while. he tapped away on his phone, popping chips into his mouth. you both sat together for lunch, a notebook in your hand scribbling down whatever riki said.

“are you going to be on the volunteer team?” you asked him without looking, tilting your head while writing.

riki stopped playing his game, he looked up. his eyes focused on the way your hair moved slightly in the wind and the way you bit your lip, concentrating.

“uh, not really sure, maybe?” he shrugged. he would’ve never thought to ever join things like that, but as you asked him, he really considered it.

“you should. i’ll have someone i know if i blow things with jungwon.” you chuckled looking at the sky. it seemed a bit weird to think of riki as a friend. you both didn’t know much about each other, except for your crush on his best friend.

“i think i’m free,” the boy muttered, he shut off his phone putting the bag of chips in his lap.

“good!” smiling at him, you went back to the notebook. your hands wrote quickly. riki also smiled, bigger this time. he didn’t know what it was or how to explain it but, with you, he felt normal — childish.

“okay, so, i have like three steps so far,” you turned the book to him. bright letters covered the page with three steps.

‘STEP ONE: GET ON THE FESTIVAL VOLUNTEERS.

ft .. nishimura riki! :D

STEP TWO: ASK HIM ON A” FRIENDLY” (pre-date) DATE

note — he likes outdoor activities!

STEP THREE: ASK HIM TO BE YOUR VALENTINE TO THE FESTIVAL.

note — hardest step of them all :P’

“i think this sums up our plan, yeah?” you asked riki, he said nothing but let out a little laugh.

“hey! why are you laughing? did i misspell something?” turning the notebook to yourself you scanned the page. riki shook his head snickering louder.

“nah, just think it’s cute.” the boy stood up at the bell of the lunch period, he ruffled your hair grabbing your backpack.

“wait for me,” with a wide grin you caught up to riki shoving his shoulder playfully. nothing would compare to a moment so innocent and sweet, not even a quick interaction with yang jungwon.

YOU WERE AT THE FESTIVAL COMMITTEE WITH RIKI BY YOUR SIDE, AWKWARDLY.

“do we just help with anything?” whispering to riki, he only shrugged. his eyes were moving quickly over the crowd, trying to find his best friend.

“jungwon hyung!” riki yelled, raising his hand to gesture jungwon over. the cat boy jogged over with a smile, a clipboard in hand.

“i didn’t expect to see you here, nishimura,” jungwon teased, he waved at you patting your shoulder.

“hyein is actually working on some banners over by the game booths. if you want to help, riki you can work with me.” jungwon motioned to hyein, hyein was wrapped in a banner flapping around under it.

“okay, see you then,” running towards hyein, you helped her from under the large tarp. when she saw you, she started giggling and you did too. her red cheeks of embarrassment and messed up hair made you laugh harder.

riki, on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“got a thing for her?” jungwon asked, beginning to walk towards the ferris wheel. riki followed behind, eyes continuing to stay on your figure.

“what? n-no, not really.” the boy blinked multiple times, occupying himself by looking at the ferris wheel.

“you two look pretty close already.”

if only your friendship wasn’t based on you getting a date with one of his closest friends.

“so, how’s pretty boy?” hyein teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“jungwon?” you stopped everything. you realized you hadn’t even spoken to jungwon, mind too occupied with riki.

“no, riki of course.” she said sarcastically with a scoff. she began to climb the ladder as you held it down.

“oh, i mean i haven’t really spoken to jungwon. i haven’t had the chance, maybe later tonight.” you shrugged looking at jungwon and riki. riki was helping jungwon lift things around, he looked so pleased to help out a friend.

“i don’t know, i kind of see you with riki.” hyein stated causing you to look up at her as if she grew three heads.

“what?! no way, we’re just friends. i think?” a friendship was never established so you weren’t really sure if you could call him a friend, maybe more of an acquaintance.

“alright but look, minji and i made a bet that i can’t disclose but if you end up with riki, i win a hundred bucks.” the girl walked past you leaving you utterly dumbfounded. you were stoned in place, were you going after the wrong boy? hell no, jungwon is the boy. right?

“hey yn!” a voice startled you from behind. their hand going to your arm to pull you from your trance.

“hm? oh, huening, hi.” you greeted him with a smile. his messy brown hair covered most of his eyes but you could see them creasing up with a wide grin.

“jungwon asked if you could help him set up the mic on the stage?” huening kai pointed to the stage where jungwon stood. his brows furrowed together with a frustrated look.

“okay, thanks kai.” you shuffled back on your feet still looking at the boy. why is riki still in your head? this is about yang jungwon.

jumping up onto the stage, your hands began to nervously play with the end of your uniform skirt. this was the first one on one conversation with him.

“hey, you need me?” jungwon spun around quickly, his red hair skipped upwards and he nodded.

“i assume you know how to do this since you’re on the broadcasting club.” jungwon chuckled, embarrassed.

without another word, you began to work on setting up the mic trying to hide away from the boy’s gaze. he was practically burning holes into the side of your face.

“i think this is good, if you need to lower it just shift this down and if you want to take the mic out, slide it forward.” he muttered an okay followed by a thank you. his eyes were large, sparkly almost. you could lose yourself in them with just one glance. his dimples made an appearance and if you could, you’d poke them all day.

as you were walking away with your eyes still on jungwon’s face, you tripped on the mic wire. the end of the stage looked clearer now as you were falling quickly to your face. with your hands out ready to somewhat catch you, a hand slipped over your waist, holding you tightly.

their hot breath rose the hairs on your neck and your ears were becoming hot peppers, they were a red that was definitely not normal.

“are you okay?” it was jungwon. his concerned words replayed in your mind at a thousand miles per hour.

holy shit, it’s yang jungwon.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine. thanks!” you unlatched his arm from your waist, running off to find hyein.

what you hadn’t seen was riki was just a step away, his box of ribbon thrown on the floor. he dropped everything for you.

THE COLD BREEZE BRUSHED YOUR HAIR FORWARD AND YOUR LEGS SHOOK.

but that didn’t matter, riki just told you that jungwon agreed to go on the “date” with you.

“pinch me right now.” you told riki giving him your arm and shutting your eyes. his fingers pinched you harshly through his uniform blazer that covered you.

“ow! i didn’t mean that hard, jeez.” you rubbed your arm and riki laughed. you were both walking home together, the moon shone so vividly like it was congratulating you.

“i can’t believe it, are you lying to me nishimura?” you pointed a threatening finger at him with questioning eyes.

“why would i lie?” he asked, mundane. his mind was a bit cloudy. he wished he was lying, he wished you wouldn’t take action with your heart. if only you knew the secret jungwon held.

walking in silence, you had your head down looking at your sneakers with a cheek aching smile. a warm fuzzy feeling swallowed your stomach whole. it was nauseating but you asked if it could last forever.

opening the gate to your home, you turned to riki, “thanks nishimura, i owe you.” waving goodbye to him you ran up your stairs and to your door.

riki nodded, to no one in particular but the frown on his lips were seen from a mile away.

“oh wait! your blazer!” you shouted at the boy.

“keep it, it looks better on you.” he shook his head, and you smiled harder, yelling goodnight.

riki fell asleep that night with a bitter taste in his mouth. he wished he could pinpoint the feeling however it only left him with more questions. it’s not like he liked you, well that’s what he kept telling himself.

standing in front of the bike rack, you held a picnic basket in front of you. the sun was hot against your skin and everyone was out with their own people. you had gotten up early in the morning to get ready for the date. you even had it in your calendar. step two is complete!

“yn! sorry, did i keep you waiting?” jungwon called from behind, he looked better in casual attire than in his uniform.

“not at all, i just got here actually.” you lied, you’ve been standing there for thirty minutes checking your watch.

“good, i have a place.” he smiled, taking the basket from your hand. as a duo, you both began to walk alongside one another talking aimlessly. getting closer to the place, it was quiet. a small pond and patches of grass all over with trees making shade.

“i come here often with my dog.” jungwon sits down, placing the basket in front of him.

“i hope you like fruit sandwiches, they were a bit difficult to make.” you laughed as he handed you one. jungwon cracked a smile.

“i bet they’re great,” he breathed out, taking a bite of the strawberry treat.

for a while it was a subtle conversation. getting to know one other more. during school it was just about extracurricular activities or what you thought about the lesson. nothing personal, maybe it was better that way.

“so, when did you and nishimura become friends?” he questioned wiping his lip.

“oh, just recently. i found him in the gym playing basketball and we kind of just started talking from there.” remembering the interaction from a week before, you subconsciously grinned.

“i think he likes you,” jungwon blurted. you stopped from taking another bite into the sandwich. your forehead creased with wonder.

“i mean, i know my best friend and i’ve never seen him smile so much around someone.” the boy continued without seeing your face. you were astonished. no way, maybe jungwon misunderstood. there was no way.

“oh right! i actually wanted to ask you something,” jungwon placed his sandwich down, fetching his phone from his pocket. “what do you think about this gift for my girlfriend?”

everything froze. it felt like multiple punches were thrown at your stomach, one after another. girlfriend? since when did he have a girlfriend? and if he did, why are you here? the cream from the pastry became too sweet, almost disgusting.

“i actually haven’t told anyone about her, except riki, and obviously you.” and one really hard slap to the face. riki knew? and he didn’t think to tell you?

“uhm, the pink one is fine,” you mumbled. this was betrayal, downright betrayal. was he trying to humiliate you? was this what you owed him, humiliation?

“actually jungwon, i’m not feeling too well. i think i should get going.” he looked up from his phone, you began to stand up, possibly to run the hell out of there.

he stood up as well, “do you want me to take you home? are you alright? you look pale,” god why did he have to be so caring.

“no, no, please stay. enjoy the rest of the food.” you tried to smile but the growing hotness of your eyes made it impossible.

turning around, you sped off. your feet moving far too quickly for your brain to process. you pulled your phone out, clicking on riki’s contact.

[ TO: NISHIMURA! ]

why didn’t you tell me jungwon had a girlfriend? i just humiliated myself by going on a date with him.

you shut your phone off, walking along the riverside. the small currents crashed together.

ding!

[ FROM: NISHIMURA! ]

you were excited about the date, i couldn’t tell you.

[ TO: NISHIMURA! ]

so you let me go on a date with him? to embarrass myself? i thought we were friends riki.

for the entire night, you kept your phone far away from you. it was one thing to read the messages, but it was another to think about jungwon.

friends aren’t supposed to let each other down.

YOU SWEPT THE CAFETERIA SILENTLY, HUENING KAI RIGHT BESIDE YOU.

“how much do you want?” he asked, sitting down on one of the chairs. his broom sat beside him, he was a horrible duty partner.

“just ask her yourself, i’m not in the mood.” the boy was asking if you could ask minji out to be his valentine to the festival. this was not what you wanted after a ruthless weekend. minji and hyein could only sigh seeing you starfished out on your floor with a frown.

it was the day before the festival and love hanging in the air. you hadn’t spoken to riki after the incident, thinking it was best if you didn’t. sure you felt bad for yelling at him over text, but you would’ve been over the whole jungwon-girlfriend thing by now if he told you prior.

you dragged the broom along the floor, trash littered everywhere and huening kai’s annoying voice in the back.

“please, please, please!”

throwing your head back with a groan, you agreed.

“but ask her out with like flowers or something, i’m not asking her empty handed.” you shrugged taking a seat beside him. he began to go through his wallet to pay you.

“i thought we were the only ones with an agreement,” a familiar voice spoke from in front of you, the person you dreaded to see.

“oh would you look at the time, i’m busy!” huening kai jumped up and before you could drag him back down, he slipped through your fingers.

riki sighed, he took kai’s place. his shoulder brushed yours and your eyes were glued onto your sneakers. riki looked at you. he missed you, those two days were longer than ever.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry. i should’ve told you, but seeing you so happy, i didn’t want to ruin anything. i also thought jungwon was joking about the girlfriend thing, but i guess not.” his hands clenched his sweater into a ball. his foot bounced up and down nervously.

you stayed quiet for a moment. it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t jungwon’s either. it was nobodies really. that’s just the way things work, you move on.

“it’s okay nishimura, it wasn’t your fault. i shouldn’t have acted the way i did.” you smiled at him, forgiving him. it felt better than being mad at him. it was like a burden weighing down on your shoulders.

“i’m glad we’re friends again.” he added. to you, it felt a bit odd to call him a friend. you felt a bit of a spark with him. you didn’t feel so nervous around him like you did with jungwon. you seeked him out in crowds, instead of jungwon. if you didn’t like jungwon anymore, who was your next candidate?

“wanna go to the festival together? i bought tickets before the whole fiasco.” you chuckled, plucking them from your pocket. you gave one to him as he nodded also with a smile.

“good, i’ll see you there then?i have to finish cleaning up the cafeteria, now that huening left.” you rolled your eyes.

“let me help you, it’s the least i can do.” riki grabbed the other broom.

throughout the duty period there wasn’t much cleaning just you and riki messing around playing with the sticks. his laugh was something you could hear for years and he would say the same.

hyein and minji were around the corner with peeking heads and hyein smirked at minji, “i win.” she whispered.

“HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!”

hyein jumped at you, she had cotton candy in her hand. the festival was a success, everyone was having fun with their loved ones. it smelt of sweetness and passion.

you walked through the gates handing your ticket to a booth, jungwon stood inside.

“oh hey! are you feeling better?” he asked, placing your ticket in a box.

“yeah, i think i just had to much sugar, sorry for leaving you. did you get her the pink one?” you cupped your mouth whispering to him.

he smiled nodding. “she loved it,”

smiling as well, you left the booth to meet hyein. she grouped with minji and huening kai. the couple holding hands and minji had a bouquet in her hands. riki nowhere in sight.

“have you guys seen riki?” you asked, glancing around the crowd. did he ditch you?

“i saw him by the ferris wheel.” huening kai pointed to the long line of familiar faces.

“thanks,” you ran over dodging running kids and wandering groups. the ferris wheel was the main event and the heart lights lit up the entire festival.

riki was in line, he was also looking around for you. he was flapping a letter against his hands.

“nishimura!” you called and he waved you over.

“did you get my text? i told you to meet me here.” riki asked, pointing to his phone.

“oh, no i didn’t,” taking your phone out, you looked at the message he sent you.

[ FROM: NISHIMURA! :P ]

meet me at the ferris wheel! i’ll save us a spot :D

you chuckled lowly, looking up at riki. he had a light blush running over his cheeks. he looked away but you still teased him.

“i’m rubbing off on you,” you poked his shoulder. you glanced at the envelope in his hand.

“what’s that?”

riki hid it under his coat, telling you it was for later. you shook your head and the instructor called you next for the ride. riki’s hand rested on the lower part of your back, guiding you.

oh no, what’s this feeling? it was exactly like the feeling you got when you first met jungwon. confused, light, giddy. everything started to make sense. you like nishimura riki, yang jungwon’s best friend.

the sky was colored in a pink and purple hue, an exact replica of your heart. sitting so close to him on the ride made your brain start jumping jacks out of your head.

“this is for you,” he gave you the envelope. it was red and had a single heart on the front with your initial.

“what is it?” your tongue was numb. your fingers shook, this is what having a real crush was like.

“just open it.” he looked away and when you both reached the top of the ride, you heart almost leaped out of your chest.

you opened it, there was a letter, and it read —

Dear Yn,

happy valentines day! i hope you’re reading this, if not, i didn’t have the guts to give you this. but if you are, here goes nothing. i am in love with you. i have loved you since junior high when i first met you on the soccer field after hitting you with a soccer ball and having to carry you to the infirmary. i promised not to hurt you again, physically and emotionally, ( you said you hated me ). i realized after we became closer and you had a plan to date jungwon, that i needed to shoot my shot before i lost you forever. so, this is me shooting my shot. can i be your boyfriend?

Love,

Nishimura Riki.

the huge beam on your lips could easily tear your lips apart. you could feel your senses again, everything fit like a puzzle piece. you were in fact deeply in love with him.

you turned to riki who still had his head to the side. you leaned forward placing a kiss on his cheek.

“i would love it if you were my boyfriend.”

the boy looked at you with big eyes, his lips were parted in shock but they soon curved up into a smile. his hands held your face and he inched closer leaving a peck on your lips.

“happy valentines day, i guess your plan didn’t work.” he teased leaving another kiss, this one longer.

“that’s okay.”

“does this mean i’m your valentine?” riki moved your hair from your face and the ride was coming to an end.

“be my valentine nishimura riki.”

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hoonpalettes

2 years ago

Written

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader

Warning(s): Cursing

Soulmate AU

Part 1 of ???

Authors Note: Once again, I am a simp.

"What... the fuck?" It was a whisper. Breathed like a soft prayer and not the distressed exclamation that it was.

"What the fuck?" You said with a bit more gusto, hands pressing into cheeks. The warmth flooding your body was making you almost nauseous.

You could see your thoughts starting to loop around the athletes body in your handwriting, uniquely light against his complexion. 'Why is he so pretty?' and 'For fucks sake.' being the first two you registered. And then your brain just... exploded.

'I bet his hair is so soft.'

'Do not think about how pretty his eyes are.'

'Since when do high schoolers have arms like that-- fuck!'

"Oh my God, Y/N." The panic and embarassment you were feeling must have been radiating, because Aida snorted out a laugh next to you as you hid your face in your hands.

"If I don't look at him it'll stop, right?" You asked desperately, and the tension from the match was momentarily broken as she cackled.

"I don't think that's how it works." You groaned at her teasing.

"Oi!" Your head jerked up, a screech building in your throat to see Aomine giving you an annoyed look from across the court.

"Can you relax? This is stupid distracting." He gestured vaguely to himself, apparently unbothered as the game carried on around him. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but drag your gaze up and down his form, biting your lower lip.

'It sure fucking is.' He looked down as the words scrawled out on his forearm, barking out a sound that resembled laughter and clearly fighting off a smirk as he rolled his eyes.

"Sorry!" You called out, a little hoarse and he scoffed.

》 Part Two

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hoonpalettes

2 years ago

Enhypen Hyung Trope Series; P.S.H

Sunghoon; Enemies to Lovers part of Enha Hyung Line Trope Series

paring: Soccer Co-Cap!Sunghoon x Student Council Vice! fem reader

synopsis: An unspoken and unforeseen trail of events leads to Sunghoon and Y/N being known enemies. Sunghoon always teasing and annoying Y/N while Y/N does her best to get him in trouble every chance she gets. Is that all there is to it though?

warnings & tags: food, PA’s, a lot of cute sunghoon and y/n moments, CODING TERMS BC ITS MY MINOR DEGREE, just a cute fic hehe, not proof read

word count: 9.6k (?????)

📌: And just like that…we are done with the trope series. I’m not FULLY happy with the final one but it felt like a good way to end the series with something cute and funny hehe enemies to lovers was hard to write without making it superrr cliche but i enjoyed this ahahah. I would like to say thank you so much for all the love and support this series received it really motivates me to post and create more work so please look forward to it!!! This fic is queued to post bc its so late rn >.<

As for my next fic(s) I have a lot of ideas so please look out for updates till then👀 once again thank you so much for all the love and support make sure to like and reblog and i’ll see you at the next one 🥳 AND AS SPOILER MY NEXT FIC IS BASED OFF OF ONE OF MY FAV CHICK FLICKS AHHHH

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hoonpalettes

2 years ago

they should’ve been in the barbie movie

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2 years ago

Pierre Balmain - Fall 1998 RTW

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2 years ago

⋆ NERVOUS · lhs

synopsis · something about heeseung makes you nervous

genre · suggestive, possible f2l

notes · ok. u didnt see this from me.

something about heeseung makes you nervous.

you can't point what it is, but something about him has you lost amidst a hundred different thoughts. it could be because of his eyes, the way they seem ever so uninterested and yet, seem to capture every single detail. maybe, it's the way he speaks, his voice, the tone, the faint smirk that always resides on his face for no apparent reason except adding more to his facial features. or perhaps, it's in the way his hands settle on your waist.

you don't know how you ended up on his lap.

the last thing you remember is coming out of shower and, his amused grimace when he saw you in the t-shirt he gifted you on your birthday. heeseung looked more surprised watching you wear the minimalistic piece of clothing instead of the subtle realisation of the fact that this is the first time you're wearing it in seven months. he tells you how well it suits you and how nicely you pull it off, says it would look even better if you pair it with wide bottom jeans. he offers to help you dry your hair, which isn't odd at all since you both have been used to drying each other's hair, sharing clothes— which is mostly on your side— letting the other person stay over. it's a blessing to have a friend who's willing to share everything.

heeseung thinks you look pretty. you smell like citrus and rosemary, it's as if you glow even more under the dim yellow lights of his living room. but you look pretty all the time— in heeseung's mind, there isn't a moment when he didn't associate your image with all the adjectives one could use to compliment someone. though all that aside, heeseung thinks your shirt looks prettier. it fits you so well, just ever so perfectly; it looks so pretty that heeseung now wants to take it off.

and you end up on his lap, you don't know how you got here. you can't seem to remember it. the hair drier is lying astray on the couch, the towels on the floor, a faint sound of his phone ringing up breaks through the decorum and his hands tighten around your waist to have your attention back to him. for a second, you consider getting away, for he's your friend, best friend, someone you've shared the most intricate and important moments of your life with, maybe it's the fear of losing something that's keeping you on your tip-toes, but all those thoughts evaporate out of your mind the moment his fingertips brush against the bare skin under your t-shirt.

your hands are around his neck, his lips are barely inches away from yours, your eyes refuse to leave contact with his; your breath hitches, heeseung makes you nervous. his hands travel further up your skin, leaving transparent patters all along, and it's as if his actions solely managed to get a control of your conscience, because you lean in closer to him, cupping his cheeks before brushing your thumb against his lips.

it seems as if heeseung has won again.

he pulls you closer as if you weren't already close enough, as if the two of you weren't impossibly close to be any more closer, but he manages to make it happen. while his one hand continues to rest on your back, the other one ghosts up your waist and lands on your thigh, immediately prompting you to exhale deeply. it's not your first time being in such close proximity with someone, but something about heeseung makes it feel exactly like the very first time you fell for someone. something about him is so intriguing that it makes you drop all your worries about what your actions may lead to, compelling you to give into your desires.

something in the way he looks at you is so ravishing that your hands grab the ends of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before it's discarded in some corner of your room like any other piece of unnecessary stuff lying around. you look at heeseung, your breathe gets caught up in your lungs.

you don't think he can get any prettier.

your fingers skim against his collarbones like feathers, heeseung closes his eyes in satisfaction. you didn't know he had such beautiful layers of expressions under the nonchalant grimace that always masks his face. the nervousness wrapped around your fingers starts to dissolve, his grips against your thigh, you lean into his touch, and heeseung has been trying his best to not kiss you breathless, but he can't control anymore.

he tilts his head towards you, eyes on your lips. it freezes you in your stance. you gulp, leaning in closer, there's hesitation dripping through the cracks on your skin and it seeps under his skin. you lean in further, letting his warm breath fan against your lips. a second passes, you wait for him to take a lead, but you know something's up.

"seung," you whisper against his lips.

and heeseung backs out. "let's do this when you're ready,"

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8 months ago

i think... my doctor.... likes me.... im gonna kill my self.......

r u mine?

jungwon x reader

genre : slow burn, ceo x secretary, love alarm.

synopsis : once captured by a camera, cupid has shot twice, and shot hard into the core of the hearts of colleagues.

warnings : this may be the cause of u being single (jk) kissing, making out.

this is short, i think.

treacherous your heart was, saying things you never abide too, your mind hindered the truth. that you really, deeply fell.

you were being courted by heeseung, never seeing deeply what was with you, deeming yourself loyal to him in the times of courtship.

but does he know that the one that you ever truly dreamed of being with was your boss, mr. yang jungwon.

it was one long day in the yang company, buying, selling, building. it was then until you realized you left your phone by jungwon's office, switching yours with his instead.

entering the moody room there was a faint smell of coffee and paper. clicking sounds heard seeing the person to cause an action. he raised his head up, glasses reflecting the infrared screen.

"not heading home yet ms. lee?" his voice almost monotonous, queried.

"i was, i switched our phones by mistake" you said heading to his desk swiftly taking your phone and putting back his.

"i'm going to take my leave sir yang" you bowed, heading for the door, only a hand stopping your physique to reach out of the room"

"can you stay—" his statement cut short by the sudden alarm sounds coming from the both of your phones, pink stained screens and heart bubbles fusing into the monitor with bold words included saying 'match found!'

you directly looked at his face surprised, a laugh travelled past your lips as your standing figure weakened. "i wouldn't believe if someone said you had love alarm, but you actually do!" you said grinning.

although it was stupid that you also had one, in your defense it was left untouched and treated unserious, but in contrast with your boss he was consistent, and strict, nothing could've made you loosen up more than now. it eased you up that he probably had been having a hard time finding a partner.

his hand went up to scratch his neck chuckling lowly. "i wont tell anyone" you paused "i'm going now" you smiled at him until you were once again stopped.

"i don't know how long it will take until you realize my advances towards you" his face forming a confused-impatient picture that he delivered with a chuckle.

"i downloaded this stupid app, that i also paid money for to pair us and to make this stupid alarm, just for it to go off on the wrong time" he chuckled airily.

"but jungwon you know i have heese—" you said confused.

"but does he know? that i'm the one you give attention too, the one you look for, the one you truly give attention to? not just in this workplace" he scoffed, hiding his bruised pride.

"you deem yourself loyal to the courtship, yet you give me and continue to let me show you how much i adore you" he stood further pushing you to the wall.

"will he ever know how much i came close to you right at this moment?" he finally said releasing a heavy sigh. his adoration for you trembled as he saw the sincerity in your eyes as the pillars of his love for you only broke to be built stronger than the second that just passed by.

"i guess he will soon have to know on how much i prefer your lips mr. yang" you finally spoke, pulling onto his necktie pulling him into you. your lips colliding into synchronization of hearts.

his lips never felt more divine than this, than any other luxury that went as close to his lips. you, and you only is his luxury in life. your lips spent longer time just to appreciate every crevice of your being, his tongue entering your mouth as you felt his sincerity sucking yours as he moaned into your mouth, he felt immaculate.

you were soon seated on the couch as he slowly moved away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting you both, the lust filled being of jungwon pushing himself into you kissing you again, as if it was the most sensual thing to be done.

you pushed him to flip him into sitting on the couch as your legs placed on each corners of his thighs, your pants grew short from the pressure on the cloth by your knees. you rested on his thighs both of your heads moving as if there was more space to consume into each other.

"god, you're so hot" he said onto your lips. the vibrations went through your body giving you motivation to press yourself flush against him, slowly grinding into him as you suck on his tongue causing him to moan again. "y/n" he moaned into your mouth, his head went loose, his face resting onto your neck, making contact with his lips, "sh-shit i might lose myself baby" he grunted.

you guess heeseung wouldn't have to know that you clearly had a favorite.

I FINALLY POSTED AGAIN!! i missed posting and interacting with you guys. i dont think you would be surprised seeing another jungwon fic from me anm😭

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♡ ꒱ bad boy 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: bad boy!jay x good girl!math tutor!reader

genre: fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

word count: 3.8k

summary: after finding out about how you secretly went behind his back to stop tutoring him, jay shows up at your place in the middle of the night, not expecting to hear you confess your feelings for him as an axplanation.

warnings: a couple of curse words, brief bickering and kissing

a/n: *nervous laughter* uhm saur i originally didn't plan this to be long but here we are :3 i hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please give feedback and reblog! Happy Jay week, love you <3

🖱⌨️ : masterlist

With the unbearable weight of guilt on your shoulders, you sat down on your bed, feeling ironically extremely uncomfortable in your most comfortable pajamas.

It was a little past midnight and you definitely should have been sleeping but instead, you were too busy staring at the screen of your phone that lightened up over the continuous messages Jay was sending you.

You couldn't pick it up and look at what he was saying, because for once you could already guess what they were about and second, you had no good answers to give him, not after how you went behind him like that.

He was probably mad and disappointed, feeling betrayed but this time, he really had every right to be.

Because in his head you were more than a tutor to him, and he’d like to think that he wasn’t just another bad boy with messed up grades in your eyes, that you were forced to help.

But after his last chat with the math teacher, Mr. Smith, he couldn’t be sure of it anymore.

Why? Because it turns out you told the teacher himself, in person, that you wanted to quit tutoring Jay for good, without bothering to speak to him about it first.

But what was your reason?

It’s been 6 months since you started tutoring him and never once you guys had an argument, not even a small bickering.

Jay could be a total troublemaker in school, a handsome one at that, but when it came to you he had been nothing but sweet.

You were the best student after all, teacher’s favorite and everyone's beloved friend, how could he dare to cause any harm to you?

But there was more to it, much more than people besides the two of you did not know about your “relationship”.

He adored you, in a literal way, which he often chose to show with his what you call “unfunny jokes” , that could be a little too flirtatious sometimes.

Yet despite how lame some of his attempts were at trying to lure you with his charms, you had no complaints about being his tutor because well, he was cute, so heart-flutteringly cute that there were times you just wanted to break out of your prefect shell and kiss him.

Kiss him in a not friendly way.

However taking risks wasn’t the strongest suit of a coward like you so instead, you went ahead and did the exact opposite by telling Mr. Smith that you wanted to quit being Jay’s tutor before it was too late.

Of course you had other reasons aside from the struggle you had with your growing feelings for Jay, such as his academic situation.

His scores were remaining the same ever since you’ve been helping him with classes, there was not even a single change to prove you were actually being helpful, which made you feel incredibly useless.

You felt like you were wasting his time which made you question your morals over the real reason why you kept seeing him — your feelings, yeah, the romantic type of ones were to blame.

You were at a point of no return with your feelings for him, which meant that denial couldn’t save you from this mess.

You liked him, no — you were head over heels for him, but that didn’t change the fact that what you were doing was not only wrong in many aspects but it was also quite selfish too.

Just because you liked him, you couldn’t keep using your every day study dates for your own benefit, not to mention how in the first place you catching feelings for him was wrong.

Cause except for the wattpad stories, you knew enough to say that the good girl x bad boy trope could never end well in real life and to be honest, you didn’t want that upon jay and yourself.

You stepped out of your lines and made a mistake by not controlling your emotions, and before it got too out of control, you needed to fix things into how they used to be.

You needed to end your relationship with him whether you liked it or not, and the earlier you did it, the better it was, so you decided to take the first step today.

It was your responsibility to put an end to this mess — at least you thought so because in your head, there was no one but you benefiting from this situation, unless you were wrong.

Therefore you did your part by talking to the teacher, completely unaware of how that would make Jay’s blood boil, because unlike your beliefs, Jay was also taking advantage of this situation, even more than you actually.

Speaking of which, he was currently on his way to your house, yes in the middle of the night cause you didn’t bother to text or call him back.

He was angry to say the least as he hopped out of his motorcycle and walked furiously towards the vines under your window, climbing on it with so many questions that he wanted to ask you in his head, the highlight of them all being “What am I to you?”

Seriously though, what did he mean to you? Was he someone you could just ditch when you were bored, what the hell was he?

With the familiar knocking sound you heard, you ran to your window and almost fainted at the sight of a pair of angry eyes gazing at you behind it.

Jay was here, despite how many times you told him not to come to your house in the middle of the night he was here for you, and he did not look happy.

Biting your lips, you nervously opened your window and let him in, with no words to speak as they felt stuck on your throat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here this time?” Jay took the lead and spoke for you instead, sounding stern as he locked his eyes on your scared ones.

“I guess not, hm?” he asked, taking off his gloves, “Cause you already know why I’m here at this time of the night, don’t you y/n?”

“Jay please, my parents are sleeping, we can’t—”

“Start explaining yourself then,” he cut your sentence as he took a step closer to you, “cause I’m not gonna go without an explanation or let you ignore me the way you ignored my calls.” he spat out, sounding hurt behind his tough guy act.

“What is there to explain?” you finally break out, feeling frustrated at how things had become, “You talked with Mr. Smith, you already know what happened, what do you wanna hear more?”

“I wanna hear your reason.”

“I had none.”

Letting out a sarcastic huff, Jay brushed his veiny hands through his messy hair, the scent of his fragrance brushing past your nose once he moved his arm.

He smelled so . . . manly, you were gonna miss it.

“None, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Is this how you wanna do this?” he asked as he closed the remaining gap between your bodies, gradually sounding more and more pissed off, “Because I’ve got the whole night y/n, and not even your parents can send me off before I hear your freaking reason for going behind my back, okay?”

The way he kept his poker face as he talked made the guilt you carried even more heavier, he was really hurt, and that was a terrible thing to cause.

Feeling overwhelmed by proximity, you walked towards your bed and sat on it, focusing your gaze on the guy who stood up looking hot in his gear from across the room.

“I already told you, I had no reason.”

“So you just decided to leave me like that, not even bothering to give me a heads up first?”

“I wanted to avoid arguing, though it didn’t work.”

Gulping down as you blankly stare at him, you noticed the way his eyes softened at your answer. Letting out a tired sigh, he approached you, silently putting his weight on the empty spot next to you.

His posture seemed more relaxed compared to before while he was sitting on your silky mattress, head in between his hands as he tried his best to understand you.

“I don't wanna argue with you either y/n, so please help me understand, yeah?”

You gave him a nod with your head and rested your chin on your knees as you pulled your legs closer to your body and hugged them, not breaking eye contact with the handsome bad boy who had no idea that he stole your heart.

“Did I do or say something that hurt you, hm, is that the reason?” he asked, a little afraid on the inside that you might say yes in return, since he never intended to bother you in any way.

“No, no you never did, don’t worry.”

Okay, good, that was a good start.

“Did I make you uncomfortable in any way?” he asked again, the worry in his tone increasing as he was analyzing every little memory he had with you in his head to figure out what he did wrong, still unaware of the fact that he was not the problem, but you were.

“You can tell me alright? I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

“It’s nothing like that Jay, I swear.”

“Then what is it y/n?” he scoffed, voice raising unintentionally right before a new suspicion hit him, “Wait,” he paused, blinking his eyes a couple of times, “Is this about your . . parents?” he hesitantly uttered, whispering out the last word, “Do they not want you to speak with me?”

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head, “Not at all, Jay,” you answered him, “You know how my mom likes you.”

“She likes me because she doesn't know how many times I sneaked into your room at nights,” he let out, chuckling at his own words, “plus she doesn't know that I'm the troublemaker of the school, does she?”

“You’re fine,” you giggled, hitting on his arm playfully, “It’s not my parents, I promise.”

“Then is it you?”

“Huh?”

“Is it because you want to stop seeing me?”

His words were barely audible, it was obvious that even the thought of not seeing you was hard to accept for him.

Not being able to stand how sad he looked, you reached your hand to his face and caressed his honey skin with the back of your palm, soft eyes melting his heart as you did so.

“Jay—” you tried to speak but he didn't allow you, the overwhelming feeling growing in his chest the more you avoided giving him a reasonable explanation.

“Don’t Jay me, y/n,” he stopped you as he held your hand, leaning his cheeks on it while intertwining his fingers with yours, “just tell me the truth, I know you didn’t do it just because, so talk to me honestly please.”

Okay, you know what, you were tired of it.

You tried your best to keep it to yourself but nope, Jay was too stubborn for you to handle and you could not physically keep on denying anymore, it had already been a long and you definitely did not have any energy left for this.

You were gonna give him what he wanted and get over with it, yep, that was what you were gonna do.

“Fine,” you sighed, pulling your hand away from his hold, “If you want the truth so much, here it is.”

“Wha—”

“I like you Jay, okay?” you blurted out, eyes focused on everywhere else but his as you spoke your thoughts mindlessly, “I like you so much that even though I knew my tutoring got your math nowhere better, I kept on doing it because I kept wanting to see you.”

“Y/n—”

“Let me finish!”

Fluttering his lashes, Jay pretended to zip his mouth shut, feeling a little dumbfounded since this was the first time you raised your voice at him.

It was like along with your new confession, a new side of you came out and honestly, he couldn’t feel more impressed than he was right now with you.

“But just because I like you, I can’t just waste your time so—”

“—so you went ahead and told the math teacher you wanted to quit, huh?”

“I said let me finish ,didn’t I?”

“I would if you weren’t such a big idiot.” Jay replied with a sheepish smile on his face, leaning his head on the back of his palm as he turned to look at you, “Gosh, what am I gonna do with you, hm?”

“What did you just call me?” you asked, doubting your ears over the words you just heard. Were you hallucinating or did he just call you a big idiot? For what freaking reason?

“A big idiot,” he repeated himself, emphasizing on every syllable to annoy you, “because that’s what you are.”

“Hey!” Just when you raised your hands to hit him, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you towards himself, letting you fall on top of him as he laid on his back on your bed.

Knowing that you didn’t do well with proximity, he hooked his arms over your waist and held you still, not letting you sneak away.

“W-what are you doing?! Let m-me go!” you yelled, struggling to move as he giggled, enjoying the sight of your blushed cheeks and shy eyes.

You couldn’t even look at his face as if you didn't just confess your whole heart to him a minute ago, how cute.

“I listened to you so, you’re gonna listen to what I have to say now, got it?”

“B-but—”

“Stop moving if you don't wanna wake your parents up with your noise.”

Defeated, you gave up, and placed your head on his chest tiredly. There was no point of being embarrassed so since you were stuck on top of him, you might as well just enjoy it.

Surprisingly, after your not so well thought confession, you were feeling a lot better, as if your shoulders were relieved from the burden that weighed a ton.

Laying on top of him also did not feel awkward, in fact it felt great, so safe and peaceful despite the high risk of getting busted by your family.

“Now,” his deep voice broke the short lasting silence as he patted your hair, playing with your soft strands, “why do you think I still fail at math?”

“Because I'm a terrible tutor?”

“Nope,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “you're a great tutor, the very best one I had.” he cooed, sounding sincere at what he said as he landed a kith on your temple, “now guess again.”

“I don’t know Jay—”

“Just try, it’s so obvious, you can’t not be aware of it.”

“Well, apparently I am,” you huffed, burying your head on his leather jacket as you nagged, “maybe I really am a big idiot, just like you said.”

“Hmm, want a clue then?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair, feeling like he was talking to a baby instead of a grown up, not that he could complain about it.

You acted extremely cute right now, which was pretty rare so, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that Jay was quite enjoying this whole thing.

Once you nodded your head, he moved his hands to cup your face and lifted it up from where you hid it on his chest.

And when he started to pull you towards himself, to his face where his lips were dangerously close to yours, you stopped him to ask what he was doing.

“J-Jay what are y-you doing?”

“Giving you a clue,” he mumbled right before he finally pressed his lips on yours, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs to soothe the heat that was emanating from them.

Which, unlike his intentions, got much worse.

When he broke the kiss, he looked at you, a satisfied grin forming on his face once he saw your frozen state — eyes closed and lips slightly parted, too shocked to move an inch.

“Do you get it now or do you want another kiss?” he breathed against your lips, brushing his nose to the tip of yours as he waited for your response.

How could you be so smart in every class yet so stupid when it came to him, so much that you didn’t even realize his feelings until now?

He didn’t know, but either way, you were still cute and he had no plans of letting you drop him so quickly.

“S-so,” you stuttered, opening your eyes slowly, “this means that you—” you gulped, not believing what you were about to say, “— y-you like me?”

“Yeah, you genius,” he mocked, booping your nose, “obviously I like you, I kept failing math so that I could keep you as my tutor,” he admitted, biting on his lower lip, “I was that desperate to see you, get it now?”

“Oh,” you let out, eyes growing big with realization, “Oh shit, I ruined everything by talking to Mr. Smith, didn’t I?”

“Sort of, yeah,” he agreed as he flipped you over and dropped you on the spot next to him, “Which is why you’re gonna go and speak to him tomorrow,” he said, getting off of your bed, “you’re gonna fix this mess just the way you caused it princess,” he ordered, grabbing his gloves from where he put them, “this is your punishment for going behind my back, understood?”

“What if there’s a better way?”

You got up from your spot and followed him, playing with the zipper of his jacket with a pout that you knew was gonna be efficient enough to work on jay.

“A better way? Like what?”

“What if you didn’t need to keep failing math to see me?”

Taking your small hands in his, Jay placed soft kisses on each one of your fingers before he led both of your arms on his shoulders, pulling you closer by your waist for a hug, loving the way your question sounded.

“I’d love that, but how?”

“Easy,” you mumbled, hugging his neck, “What if we started dating?”

What a dork, Jay thought, were you asking him out right now? He had to say your method sucked cause he doubted there could be a sloppier dating proposal than this.

Still, you looked adorable when you were bold like this so, guess he had no choice but to say yes to you.

“You wanna date me?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you, “despite the fact that it’s gonna put you in so much trouble with your precious teachers?”

“No one has to know, do they?”

“Wow, so a secret relationship, huh?” Jay commented, pretending to be in disbelief, “And everyone thinks that I’m the bad guy in this relationship,” he muttered, messing with you, “only if they knew what kind of a player their perfectly innocent friend is, right y/n?”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away, only to be pulled back even closer in the span of a second.

“If you don’t want to just say so,” you nagged, not returning to his hug, “I’m trying for us here, you moron.”

“Alright alright,” he laughed as he gave you a squeeze with his strong biceps, “We’ll do as you say princess, now hug me back.”

Not wanting to make him grumpy, you did as he said and wrapped your arms around his waist, mewling at the boyish scent that hit your nose once you leaned your head on his shoulders.

He smelled amazing, hypnotizing even, enough to get you greedy for another kiss as you raised on your toes and reached for his lips, your heart beats fastening once you felt his hot breath fanning against your chin.

Everything was perfect, except for the familiar voice that came behind your door, which belonged to no one else but your mother as she called out your name, “Y/n, is everything okay in there?”

“Crap, crap, crap . .” You cursed out as you immediately pushed Jay towards your window, eyes growing with panic thinking how screwed you were about to become.

“Yes mom, don’t worry!” You yelled back, trying to sound normal as you helped Jay to safely get on the rooftop, “Just go back to bed!”

“Are you sure? I think I heard some noises, want me to come in?”

“No!”

Not able to control himself, Jay let out a laugh at how aggressive your “no” sounded. Oh god, why did you have to be so cute when you were panicking? It tempted him to tease you even more now.

Thanks to your fast reflexes, you were able to smack your hand over his mouth before he got too loud, hoping that his cute laughter escaped from the radar of your mom’s ears.

“Alright then, good night, stop wasting time awake and get some rest!”

“Will do mom, good night!”

After waiting for a couple of minutes to make sure your mom left, you let go of Jay’s mouth, sending him a death glare.

“Are you crazy?” you asked, punching him on the shoulders, “What was that laugh? Do you want us to get caught?”

“Sorry,” he apologized, pouting cutely, “you look so cute when you’re frustrated, I couldn’t help it.”

Shaking your head, you slapped his sneaky hands away, ruining his attempt of snuggling into your arms.

“Go,” you ordered, trying to give him your most serious look, “go before you get both of our asses kicked.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” he raised his hands, pretending to surrender as he approached you, “but first finish what you started,” he said, pursing his lips towards you, “give me my good night kiss, come on.”

“Jay—”

Before you could reject, Jay pushed his lips on yours and kissed you, biting on your flesh teasingly to get you flustered.

The kiss was brief, sadly, but it was enough to make you melt like an ice in the sun.

“Good night my love.” he whispered as he walked over to the edge and sent you a flying kiss before he jumped down, holding onto the veins just as he did while climbing up to your window.

When he landed on the floor, he looked up and smiled once he saw that you were watching him, “I love you” he mouthed as he waved you goodbye, looking oh so cool while putting on his helmet.

Once Jay took off you went back inside, neither of you having a single clue about the pair of eyes who just witnessed your newly born romance.

What was Mrs. L/n gonna do?

Forbid you from seeing Jay or let you get away since it was your first time falling in love?

ᓚᘏᗢ 𓂃 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ⌗

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