calliopewritings

[calliopewritings]

only look at me

jaemin x genderneutral!reader

word count: 4.65k

you should’ve known. you mistook kindness for love.

warnings/tags: best friends to lovers (idiots to lovers), fluff, angst

songfic inspired by only - day6 !

-

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful you

I love you

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful you

I want you to know

My dedication to you

In this world

Perhaps you’re the one person

Who doesn’t know it

The amount of colour decorating the school hallways was almost hurting your eyes, several large “PROM!” signs plastered onto the walls, and decorative garlands across the ceilings. Your school really went all out for prom… and it wasn’t even prom night. In fact, prom wasn’t until next week, but the decorations couldn’t wait it seemed. Despite the excessive amounts of glitter stuck to any available surface, you found the corners of your mouth quirking up in fondness at the sight of several promposals being accepted. 

It wasn’t like your heart was made of stone and it was nice to see everyone smiling. There’d been no disastrous prom-related events yet, and you hoped it’d stay that way - you much preferred the promposals with happy endings. You won’t lie and say you didn’t gag at the couple excessively making out in the hallway yesterday, after a sweet promposal, but you’d rather have some not-so-PG-13 action than you’d have people holding back tears as they make a run for the bathroom. 

Grabbing some necessary books from your locker, you paid special attention to some students not far from you. The guy down the hallway, currently mid-promposal was in your Physics class, you knew him fairly well. When the girl accepted and pulled him in for an awkward - but sweet - hug, you smiled in relief. Must be nice, you thought. 

You were shaken from your thoughts when you sensed a sudden presence leaning on the locker beside yours. “What’s got my beautiful angel smiling today?” leaning softly on the locker was your best friend, a cheeky smile on his face. You huffed out a breath “you need to cool it Jaemin, my urge to resort to violence grows every day.”

“Guess I’ll have to try harder.” He pushed off the lockers and offered his hand, “May I lead you to Social Studies, love?” With a shake of your head, you accepted his hand. 

“Do you even listen?” He shrugged. “Your eyes say it all, baby,” he teased, pushing his face into yours, and your nose scrunched at the mere cheesiness. Your head told you it was stupid, he’d just delivered the most generic line ever, but your heartbeat picked up its’ pace and you couldn’t seem to calm it. 

The thing with Jaemin was, he looked at you with what seemed like all the love in the universe, and honestly, you probably did the same with him. Problem was, you weren’t sure that meant anything, at least not to him. He had always been the flirty type, he often made moves on you, but they never meant anything, that was just how he was. Besides, he cared immensely for everyone. That was one of the things you admired about him, his ability to care so much, even for strangers. He was always putting other people ahead of himself. He looked at everyone with love, you were sure. 

You turned your head to look at your best friend - he was already looking at you. Your eyes met his, and your breath hitched at the close proximity, eyes wide in surprise. You didn’t like it one bit. How your breath was ripped from your lungs whenever he came too close, or whenever you agreed to go to the arcade instead of doing homework, and he beamed that beautiful smile of his. You hated that he looked at you with stars in his eyes, and that he took your breath away, and that he held your hand whenever you’d stand next to each other. You hated it because you loved it so much. You loved him so much. But that also meant you could lose him, and you didn’t want to lose him - your best friend, your comfort, your Jaemin. 

So you turned your head again, breaking the eye contact and picking up your pace, as you entered the classroom which you’d reached. Jaemin followed as you took a seat at the back, and he watched as you brought out your book and your colour-coded pens. You felt his gaze. He looked at you with love.

-

You always

Follow my gaze

With uncertainty in your eyes

Packing your notes back into your bag, you got ready to leave school for the day. You and Jaemin lived close to each other, so you always walked home together. At the cross-section where you had to part ways, he’d always give you at least two flying kisses and a not-very-threatening threat to text when you’d gotten home. 

You knew his last lesson of the day was Math, so you went in the direction of his classroom to find him. As you were about to round a corner, you recognised the voice of your best friend speaking. Under normal circumstances, you’d keep walking, but his words made you stop dead in your tracks. 

“Will you go to prom with me?”

Heart in your throat, you dared to sneak a peek at the scene. One second was all you needed, you knew the girl. She was in your Literature class - Jieun - very sweet, caring, fun. You’d never heard a single bad thing uttered about her. You were sure they would look good together, no doubt she’d treat him well. You wanted him to find someone who would treat him well. 

So then, why was your vision slowly blurring? 

However, it wasn’t the person he asked that caught your attention, it was the way he looked at her. He looked at her with love. You should’ve known. You mistook kindness for love. You left in a hurry.

-

Baby, you are my only love

My love is not two

There is only one

So no need to worry, love

I wish you could entrust yourself to my love

And only look at me

“I’ll message you later, then?” You walked side by side with your new partner for the literature assignment. You managed to discuss it a bit as you made your way to the cafeteria. “Sounds good, Jieun,” you agreed, and the girl smiled back at you with an enthusiastic nod of her head. 

You spotted Jaemin at your table, out of the corner of your eye, and just as Jieun was about to part from you and go to her friends, you placed a hesitant hand on her arm. “Uh, do you- do you maybe want to join us for lunch? I-I mean Jaemin and I?” and immediately feared her answer. It was already clear to you, the way she’d be smiling at him, and he’d smile back at her, and it would be sickeningly cute. Maybe he’d hold her hand - he usually held yours - and they’d share food - he always gave you the sweets on the side “they’re almost as sweet as you” he’d add - they’d make a good couple…

To your surprise, Jieun gave a shake of her head, smile still bright, “It’s okay, I won’t disrupt the two of you. Besides, one of my friends owes me lunch.” And then she was off, hurrying towards her own table. Perplexed, but relieved, you went to take a seat with Jaemin, who greeted you with a big smile. 

You finished your lunch faster than usual. His heart eyes were becoming increasingly suffocating to you. 

As you and Jaemin got up and started walking to the next class, you were stopped by someone behind you. “I-I’m sorry but-” the guy looked a little nervous as his eyes flickered between you and Jaemin, and rested for a while on your linked hands. Then he took a deep breath in and looked straight into your eyes. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” Your brows furrowed in slight confusion - Jaemin’s hand tightened around yours. 

The guy’s pleading eyes bore into yours and you could tell he was nervous about something. Letting go of your best friend’s hand, you gave him a small smile, “Go ahead, I’ll be right there,” you assured, and he hesitantly left in the direction of the classroom. 

You focused your attention on the stranger in front of you. “How can I help you?” you asked, a small smile on your lips. He nervously shifted his weight, “You probably don’t know me, and uh- uh we don’t have any classes together, but… I- uh- I’ve seen you around and I think you seem really nice so…-” he visibly gulped and your brows furrowed even further. When he spoke again, he did it so quickly you barely registered it, “WouldYouMaybeWantToBeMyDateForProm?” and he ended it with a nervous chuckle. 

It took you a couple of seconds to register it fully - and then you felt awful. You didn’t want to reject the guy, he seemed sweet. What if he cries? You couldn’t do that to him, no way. But then… you also couldn’t accept. It wouldn’t be fair to him - not when you knew who you’d be thinking of on prom night. 

You looked into his shaking eyes and forced the words out of your mouth. 

“I’m sorry, but… I’m not really looking for a prom date,” you told him. It wasn’t really a lie. Well only partly at least. You were in fact looking for a prom date, but only if he went by the name of Na Jaemin. 

He gave sad smile in return. “Ah, that’s okay. Honestly, I was kind of expecting this outcome,” he rubbed his neck anxiously as his eyes flickered back and forth. Then he cleared his throat, “But hey! If you find yourself in need of a dance partner at prom, feel free to approach me.” You let out a small chuckle, “Of course,” you assured, and his eyes lit up, the sad smile from before dissipating.  

When you settled next to Jaemin in class, he looked a little distraught. You linked your pinky finger with his, which was resting on the desk, and gave him a curious look. “Everything okay?” He merely gave a tight smile in return and turned his attention to the teacher who’d just entered. With a small frown, you did the same and directed your attention to the board. However, your mind was on your best friend. Maybe something was wrong… 

You tapped his hand with your pinky and you saw his eyes flitting to you. “Want to go to the arcade today?” you offered, hoping to cheer him up, and it seemed to work. His gaze was once again on you and the corners of his mouth lifted a little. His eyes filled with love. You didn’t mind this time, you just didn’t want to see him down. You wanted him to keep looking at you like that. 

-

Why would I look at some else?

When the person right in front of me

Is the most beautiful being

In the entire world

It was raining, and it was raining hard. You’d just gotten up to leave for the day when the rain started violently pouring from above. Umbrella in hand, you rushed to get to the gym hall where Jaemin would be. It was located away from the rest of the building, to get there you’d have to run through the rain, which was fine for you - you had the umbrella. However, Jaemin did not have an umbrella. He’d given his own to someone else that very morning when the rain has been light, as he noticed they were trying to shield their face from the rain with their hands. With no umbrella, he’d merely snuggled under yours and you’d shared. 

You and Jaemin usually met at the front gate, and you had no doubt that, despite his lack of shield against the harsh rain, he’d run outside just to get to your meeting spot. So you ran for the gym hall. Luckily, your teacher let you off a couple of minutes before class ended, so you hoped you’d be able to reach him before he stupidly walked into the rain and caught a cold. 

You got there just in time - he was just about to step into the rain when you reached him. He looked surprised to see you there and rested a comforting hand on your shoulder as you put your hands on your knees and caught your breath. “Y/n? Did you run here?” You huffed out a small “Yes,” as you regained your posture, having caught your breath. He sent an amused smile your way and you sent a bright one in return. His smile took away your breath, just as it always did, but you were just happy to have gotten there in time. 

You opened up the umbrella you’d carried, and he stepped under it with you. 

“Thanks, Angel.” You turned your head to see him still smiling at you. He looked at you with love. His hair stuck lightly to his forehead, probably from showering after PE, but the rain had wet his skin slightly as well. Quite simply, he looked ethereal to you (he always did though). Your breath caught again, and your heart sped up like crazy as you took in the sight of your best friend. You looked at him with love too. 

-

You also know in your heart

That I can’t lie

I think you feel my sincerity

A squeal pierced through your ears and you grimaced at the sound. Your friend, Sooyoung, grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you lightly. “You look just dashing! Want to get married?” with a chuckle you gestured for her to turn around, “Just let me zip you up, silly.” 

Prom night arrived quicker than expected - to be honest, you’d been fearing it a bit. You didn’t want to worry about Jieun and Jaemin slow dancing, gazing lovingly at each other, which is why you made Sooyoung promise to not leave your side. 

You zipped up her dress and she immediately sat the two of you down on the bed. “Do you want me to rig the votes? I can make you and Jaemin win?” you noted that she sounded a bit too excited at the prospect and quickly denied. “No way! He’s there with Jieun!” 

Your friend let out a sigh and went to put on her earrings, “If you say so Y/n. Just let me know if you need anything, I’m not opposed to crime either, you know.” With a chuckle, you threw a nearby pillow at the girl, “Don’t make me an accomplice when you actually commit a crime one day, Sooyoung.” She merely smiled at your remark and threw the pillow right back at you. “But that’s what friends are for!” And she pulled you into a hug which had you both toppling over on her bed. 

At least you’d have Sooyoung by your side tonight - someone to take your mind of Jaemin and Jieun and the way they’d look perfect next to each other. Maybe their parents are taking cute photos of them right now… Maybe they’ll be leaving in Jaemin’s car soon… Maybe she’ll sit in the passenger seat, which is usually reserved for you. At least she’s sweet. She’ll be so good to him. She’ll look at him with love. That’s good… Right? 

-

I have no thoughts of sharing this love

With anyone other than you

I am ready only for you

The over-the-top decorations in the hallways were clearly just a small appetiser to the real deal because the school gym hall was absolutely stuffed with decorations and - though the amount of glitter that adorned the room made you fear you might choke and die on it - you were stunned at how pretty it was. Tables filled with snack and drinks placed on your left, Sooyoung on your right. She nudged you with her elbow, “Let’s pillage the snack table,” and then she was pulling you by the hand with newfound animosity in her eyes. 

After half an hour by the snacks, you were able to convince Sooyoung she’d stolen enough already. “I could’ve fit at least three more mini pizzas in there, you know, and those are heavenly the day after,” she complained, and you gave her arm a weak slap. “I’ll buy you as many mini pizzas as you want, as long as you stop stuffing them in your bag,” you assured her, and she turned you to look at her, pinky in the air. “Pinky promise?” With a nod and an amused smile, you linked your finger with hers. “Pinky promise.”

Distraught by Sooyoung, you didn’t notice Jaemin and Jieun talking nearby, nor did you notice his eyes on you the entire time. 

With Sooyoung in the bathroom, you’d sat down at a vacant table to relax a bit. You jumped in your seat, startled, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Whipping your head to see who the owner of the hand was, you were surprised to see Jaemin standing there with a sheepish smile. “Care for a dance?” He offered his hand to you. Slightly stunned, you slowly took his hand and got up. Is it wrong? He was there with someone else after all. Where is Jieun? 

He led you to the dance floor and gingerly placed his hands on your waist as he pulled you closer. Once again, your breath hitched at the proximity but you didn’t dare to make eye contact. Uncertain hands snaked around his neck and settled there. “How’s your night so far?” he asked with a smile as he made you do a small twirl. The twirl caught you off guard, and you found yourself smiling at the unexpected move. “It’s been good. Apprehended a criminal earlier,” you replied, and he chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed Sooyoung’s not-so-subtle theft.”

As the song slowly came to an end, you couldn’t take his gaze on you anymore. “Don’t look at me like that,” you told him - harsher than you intended, but just as you were about to apologise, his face inched closer to yours. “Like what?” he teased. You didn’t respond - not verbally at least. Your body was screaming at you, responding in almost every way possible. You merely turned your head to the side. His gaze, which you barely caught out of the corner of your eye, turned from teasing to worried. “Angel?” You hummed in acknowledgement, and he let out a sigh. “Want to get out of here?” he offered, and you turned to face him again, head tilted in confusion. What about Jieun? “What-What about your date?” you asked, incredulous, and you’d never seen your best friend look so perplexed. “I don’t have a date?”

Your heart twisted in stupid hope, and you tried to stop it. He doesn’t have a date? How? Where is Jieun anyway? You searched the room for said girl, but couldn’t spot her anywhere. Did she reject him? No way, right? With a million thoughts floating through your head, your best friend shook you back to reality, and you noticed his curious eyes on you. 

“You really don’t have a date?” you asked again, and he shook his head. “Ok then,” you gave a nod. “Let’s go.”

You expected him to smile and lead you out then, but you could tell he was now battling something in his head. Mouth opening and closing, he asked a hesitant question. “What about yours?” Your head tilted in confusion again. “My… what?” 

“Your date.” He said as if it were obvious, and you let out a noise of confusion. “I don’t have a date either. Why would I have a date? Who would even be my date?” you spluttered, flabbergasted at his assumption. Jaemin looked just as surprised as you did, completely frozen it seemed. He slowly regathered his wits again, and took a hold of your hand, “Well, let’s go then.”

Don’t worry

This love is yours

There is no one else for me but you

Hold onto me tightly with both hands

And please don’t let go, you

You entered Jaemin’s car, taking your usual spot in the passenger seat. Jaemin never drove to school but sometimes he’d stop by your house and insist you join him for a trip to the beach. Countless hours were spent in the passenger seat of his car - on sunny days, with the radio on, and full hearts.

He started the car and rolled onto the road, you knew exactly where he was going. Your town had a secluded hillside - like one from a horror movie, where the kids get murdered, except this one was beautiful and safe and it reminded you of Jaemin. He first took you there, when someone at school had thrown their drink at you because you refused to do their homework for them. You didn’t want to see anyone that day, so Jaemin took you to the hillside and assured you no one would disturb you there. Back then, he didn’t have the car, you were kids, so he’d grabbed you by the hand and started the 15-minute walk… That was many years ago.

“Why don’t you have a date?” he asked, and you turned to look at him. His eyes were on the road. You let out a small giggle at the question. “What do you mean?” You noticed his lips slowly turning into a pout. You knew he wasn’t aware of the cute pout forming on his face - you took your time admiring him. 

“I just- That guy… That day in the hallway. I was sure he’d ask you out,” he told you, and you unconsciously bit your lip. “Yeah, he did,” you admitted, and his head turned to you for a quick second, before flitting back to the road. 

“Then why-”

“I didn’t really know him,” you told him. Again, technically not a lie. He slowly nodded in understanding. He pulled onto a more secluded road, and you knew you were nearing the destination. 

“What about you?” You turned to look at him, “Why don’t you have a date?” His mouth opened as if to speak, but he closed it again. You decided to speak up then instead, “To be honest, I overheard you one day in the hallway,” you told him, and his face contorted in confusion. “I heard you ask out Jieun, Jaemin.” The car was silent for a moment, you waited for him to speak up. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to listen in on it. I don’t know why you two are not here together, but whatever the reason is, you should know that anyone would be a fool to reject you and-”

“You think I wanted to bring Jieun to prom?” he asked, incredulous, as the car came to a stop at the destination. Perplexed, you looked at your friend, “Why else would you ask her?”

You saw him hesitate for a second, before he stepped out of the car, and walked to the viewpoint. You followed him. 

“I was practising asking someone else out,” he told you, with a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks, and looked at your best friend in slight wonder. “You looked at her very fondly though,” you shrugged, and focused your attention on the city below you. You sensed his eyes on you. 

“Why would I look at someone else, when the person right in front of me, is the most beautiful?”

One second. Two seconds. You lost count. Did he- Did he say that to you? No one else is here. No way. You turned to catch the gaze of your best friend - your breath hitched and your heart beat so loud you couldn’t hear anything else. He looked at you with so much love, he always did. So why does it seem different now? You never wanted him to stop. You caught his eyes flickering - to your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips - as if he were trying to read you. He was nervous. 

“J-Jaemi-”

“I can’t think straight with you,” he interrupted. The world spun a little faster around you. “Angel, you are my only love. There is no one else for me but you. I thought I made it obvious, but- perhaps you’re the one person who doesn’t know it,” he let out a soft chuckle, and it tugged on your heartstrings and warmed your cheeks. Your hands itched to reach out and hold his, but you stayed put. 

“Jieun offered to help me practice. I was practising asking you out.” His eyes settled on the ground, head low, he looked like a child being scolded. “I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same. I- uh- I just wanted you to know, you know?” he softly kicked a rock on the ground as he rubbed his neck anxiously. You could do nothing but stare at him in adoration - you’d never seen your best friend like this before. You should’ve known. You mistook love for kindness. 

“Even if you- If you don’t feel the same, I’ll always be here for you… If you want…” and his eyes slowly looked up to meet yours. Questioning gaze boring into yours. You weren’t sure how you were looking at him, but perhaps it didn’t quite radiate the overwhelming warmth he’d caused all over your body, because he seemed embarrassed, stuttering out another apology. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll give you some space, I shouldn’t have-” but you didn’t let him finish his sentence. Instead, you gave in, and let your hands reach out to grab his, as you used the grip to pull him closer to you. When your chest pressed against his, you heard his breath hitch - you weren’t sure how long you’d been holding your own. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you hugged him tightly. 

“The last thing I want from you is space,” you told him honestly, and pulled back to look him in the eyes. His eyes were still a pool of uncertainty, and you realised your response hadn’t cleared up your feelings very well. Though you had to wonder if he couldn’t feel your heart beating wildly against his own. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, hoping to bring the nervous boy some comfort, and then you kissed him. 

The kiss was slow, but sure, and the moment your lips met, you felt him exhale into the kiss. His arms relaxed around you, and his nervousness faded bit by bit. Letting the hand that wasn’t caressing his cheek, pull him closer by the neck, you deepened the kiss. You didn’t want to part ways until you’d made sure there would be no space to doubt, just how much you loved him back. In turn, his arms tightened around your waist and you were pulled flush against him. 

You wanted to keep going, to shower him with kisses, but you couldn’t help your happy giggle, and he soon followed. With lovestruck smiles on your faces, you both pulled back, foreheads resting against each other. “My love is yours, Jaemin, all yours.” 

He let out a boyish giggle and hugged you tighter. “My angel is all mine,” he teased with a cheeky smile and you fake gagged at his antics. He only smiled brighter as he brought you in for a kiss. When you pulled away, you caught his gaze. You looked at each other with love. 

I got only one love

Not two

For you

I got only one love

Just the one

I got only one love

Not two

For you

I wish you could entrust yourself to my love

And only look at me

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you come here often?

baekhyun x fem!reader

word count: 2.48k

a strange guy approaches you at work, and you think he’s the most ridiculous guy you’ve ever met, but maybe, as time goes on, you realise that you don’t mind at all

warnings/tags: fluff, baekhyun being embarrassing

prompts: 

“you met me yesterday,”

“yes and I would die for you. next question”.

-

things were pretty slow in the coffee shop, not too many customers visited at 11.30 am. You were wiping tables when a rowdy group of boys walked in, but you made your way to the counter, “what can I get you?” 

Just as one of them was about to speak, a tall, dark-haired one, another spoke up instead, pushing his way to the front, trying to coolly lean on the counter. he wasn’t nearly as tall as his friend, but overall pretty cute-looking, though you had to take back everything nice you’d thought about him when he spoke, “you come here often?”

with a scrunch of your nose, you replied, “well, I work here, so I’d have to say yes.” at that, he retreated to his previous position behind one of his other friends, muttering a “right, that was stupid.” he wasn’t wrong. it was definitely kind of stupid, but despite that, you found yourself smiling at the interaction. 

you took their orders and were about to start making them when the shorter guy from before almost knocked over a tray of cookies. he managed to save the cookies in time and gave you an awkward thumbs up. “behave, please” you told him with a smile, and he hastily nodded and went to take a seat. 

-

The next day the guy was back, with his tall, dark-haired friend. The former approached you with a smile, trying yet again (and failing yet again) to lean coolly on the counter, “My Lady, looking positively scrumptious today,” and you visibly cringed, though an amused smile crept up your face. You looked to his taller friend, “Is he okay?” and the man gave a discouraged shake of his head, “Unfortunately not, I’m afraid”.

“Hey, I’m right here man!” but the taller merely shrugged at him. “Byun Baekhyun, and you are?” But the taller answered before you could, “Probably tired of you, Baek. Sorry about him,” he gave a sheepish smile, before placing both their orders and paying. You felt the eyes of the shorter one on you, as you made their orders, but paid it no mind, not until you handed him his coffee and his eyes met yours. Despite being caught staring he looked unfazed, a boyish grin spreading across his features, a wink sent your way, and you found yourself wondering if anything went through his head at all. 

-

No more than 10 minutes had passed until he was at the counter again. “Hey girl,” he started, and you wondered if he was even capable of starting a sentence that didn’t spark immediate distaste. “Never got your name, you know,” he tried.

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” and he all but beamed, seemingly unfazed by your words, merely happy to have gotten a response. “Not until four,” and you let an involuntary sigh slip, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief and frustration at the stranger whose name was apparently Baekhyun. 

Just then, several customers entered the cafe, but Baekhyun remained at his spot at the counter. “Please move there are people in line,” you tried, but unsurprisingly in vain, “Not until you agree to a date,”

“I have a boyfriend,” a futile attempt with him, you should’ve known really. “Nice try, I don’t believe that,” you raised a quizzical brow at him, and his smirk immediately fell, “N-Not because I don’t think you could get one or- or anything! I just-” but his sentence stopped abruptly as he tipped over the cookie tray he’d only narrowly saved the day before. 

“Ah- Shit. Sorry, sorry, I’ll-” and he bent down to pick up the now inedible treats. You moved to his side of the counter and quickly helped get the rest. “What did I tell you yesterday?” you asked as he handed you the tray. “Uh... You told me to behave,” he recalled, sheepishly rubbing at his neck. “And what did you do?”

“The exact opposite,” he gave an apologetic smile, and you would never admit it, but for a fleeting moment, the thought crossed your mind, He’s too cute. “Fine,” you buckled “I’ll go on the date, just please, go back to your friend now,” and he vigorously shook your hand “Deal! I’ll be here tomorrow at five! Wait when are you done with work?” 

“Five is fine, just go for Christ’s sake,” you assured him, hand patting him in the direction of his table. You made your way behind the counter, with the tray of bad cookies, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, not-so-subtly fist-bumping the air, and you shook your head, what did I just sign up for?

-

He shows up at exactly five the next day. You’ve already finished up, dressed in your own clothes, jacket on. He quickly spots you and approaches, smiling brightly, if not a little cheeky. “Ready to go My Lady?” You give a tight-lipped nod and he offers a glove covered hand. You hesitantly accept, arguing that it’s cold outside, you would need the warmth as you had no gloves yourself. 

You step outside, and immediately feel the cold on the hand he isn’t holding “Where are we going?” He gently pulls you down the street by your hand, “Are the movies okay with you? I would’ve gone for a picnic kind of thing, but it’s too cold, don’t you think? We can do that in the spring hm?” and at the indication that you will still be going on dates in three months, you let out a small laugh. “Ambitious goal, Baekhyun”.

He lets out a boyish giggle but suddenly comes to a halt, serious eyes boring into your own. At his expression you get worried, “Are you alri-”

“I don’t know your name,” he deadpans. Huh? Oh… you let out a small giggle, “Y/n,” and he beams again. “Ah, I see... A pretty name for a pretty girl,” and you give his arm a small slap, eyebrows furrowing in agony at this point “Stop being a walking cliché, please, I beg of you,” 

“Why? Am I not the smoothest man you’ve ever met?” he asks, wiggling his brows, and you laugh, momentarily forgetting about the biting cold on your hand. “Keep it going and I might just actually throw up on you,” 

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” and you let out a noise of disbelief, “You’re unbelievable, really”

“Thanks, pretty girl,” he smiles, cheeky, shoulder bumping yours as you reach the theatre entrance, and you shake your head, but the small smile on your face definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he feels a bit of pride blooming, knowing he made you smile, maybe he’s not screwing it up massively, he thinks. 

-

You walk out the theatre Baekhyun’s hand clutching yours tightly as he jumps in the spot raving about the movie, “If it was me and you in that situation, I’d make the sacrifice, you know?” 

With a laugh you remind him, “You met me yesterday,” but he doesn’t falter in the slightest, tugging you closer by your linked hands, “Yes, and I’d die for you. Next question”. You give him a look of disbelief, hand coming up to slap his arm gently, a habit you’ve grown as you’ve had to listen to him throughout the day. But he catches your hand, cheeky smile falling as he holds it. “You’re freezing,” he notes, lips pursed in a pout. You’re about to tell him you’re fine, but he’s already shrugging off his jacket. You freeze in your spot as he drapes it over your shoulders, gently bringing your arms through the sleeves. 

He smiles, satisfied and gives you head a small pat. “I- I can’t, you’ll be- you’ll be freezing now” you try, but he’s got his hands on your shoulders, keeping the jacket in place. “Don’t worry baby I’ll be fine. I’m hot in more ways than one,” and for the 500th time that day, you scrunch your nose up in distaste. 

“Let’s go somewhere? I know a place,” he offers, and you raise a sceptical brow, “Sounds sketchy Baekhyun,”

“Don’t you trust me, Baby?” he inquires with a cheeky smile, hand already pulling you along. You cringed the first five times he used the nickname, for sure, but it’s growing on you. He’s growing on you, you realise, but you don’t much mind, as he pulls you in the direction on the park, a giddy smile on his face, that you can’t help but match when he catches your eye.

“Eh, but I guess I’ll risk it. If you murder me I’ll be a little upset though,”

“Only a little? Guess you must really like me, pretty girl,” and you reply with an exasperated sigh, “I’m begging you, please tone down the cliché talk,” but he merely smirks, “No way, I think you kind of like it actually, don’t you-”

“Don’t say it, Baekhyun I swea-”

“Pretty girl,” and he’s made a run for it, but he doesn’t make it far until you’ve caught him, landing several weak slaps on his chest, where you can feel his laughs vibrating. You’re laughing too you realise, and pause your attack to take a look at his face. His cheeks are red, you notice. But then, you’re sure yours are too, but at the very least you’re wearing a jacket, his jacket. And so with a glance at his ears, fingertips and nose, all which are candy red, you worry that it’s getting too cold without a jacket. You begin to shrug off the jacket, but his hand stops you, “What are you doing?” he asks with a curious tilt of the head. “You look cold,” you deadpan, and he immediately shakes his head, “No way, keep it on...Please?” 

He’s really not gonna take it back. You sigh, what then? It’s then your brain comes up with another way to keep warm, and you bring him in for a hug. He freezes at first, but quickly reacts and brings his hand around you, hugging back. Though it doesn’t last long, he pulls away, a curious look on his face, “What was that fo-” but you pull him back in, “Don’t pull away, you’re cold,” you feel his smile against your hair, “You’re adorable,”

“Ugh, nevermind. Freeze to death,” you let go of the hug, moving to keep walking, but he grabs your arm gently, chuckling, “Nooo please, I’m sorry, I’ll talk less. I’m more bearable when I don’t talk, right?” he jokes, but your smile falters just a bit. You grab his hand, nudging your chin in the direction of the park, and you start walking again, hand in hand, as stars start showing up on the night sky. 

“You’re not unbearable,” you feel his eyes on you, but you look ahead. “You’re fun. I’ve… had fun. So… So don’t talk like that okay?” and you spare him a glance. He’s got a small smile, eyes glinting, and you’re not sure if it’s even possible for the entire starry night to be reflected in his eyes, but it certainly looks like it. You feel your cheeks grow hot under his gaze, “Don’t- Don’t look at me like that,” you look away again, coming to a halt at a small bench under a large oak. 

You spare a hesitant glance at him again, to see he’s still got a gentle smile on his face. “What are yo-” but your sentence is cut short as he takes a step closer, invading your personal space, but you find that you don’t mind, not at all. Maybe he’s going in for a hug, you think, but then his gaze drifts to your lips, and you might’ve been imagining, but you’re fairly sure he’s moving even closer.

“H-Heh you’re awfully close a-are we gonna- are we gonna kiss?” you stammer, unable to take your eyes off his face. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, and you’re sure his cheeks become impossibly redder. “I-uh, I mean only if you’re- if you’re o-okay with it?” and you let you eyes drift to his lips, red from the cold. “I-uh- yeah… yeah that would be okay- good- uh fine- that would be fine...yeah” you stumble, and he tried (and failed) to fight his smile. “Okay I may not be smooth, but neither are you, baby” 

You manage a “Shut up,” but the smile on your face is way too soft for your words to be genuine, and you’ve almost forgotten that just moments ago, Baekhyun was leaning in to kiss you, that is, until he finally leans in and connects your lips. 

His lips are cold, freezing even, and you’re embarrassed to have caught yourself wanting to warm them with yours. But that doesn’t stop you, nor does it stop your hands from going to his equally cold cheeks, trying to cover them with your warm hands. He sighs into the kiss, breaking away, eyes filled with the same stars from earlier, lips a little redder now. You force yourself to look away from his lips, “We should really get you home now, I think you might actually freeze to death, Baekhyun,”

He gives an eager nod of the head, “Your place?” and you laugh, “Nice try, but you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” his lips form into a pout, but he looks anything but sad, “And you’ll join me on the couch then?”

“In your dreams, Baekhyun,”

“How’d you know?” he smirks, and you fight the urge to slap him again, but you settle for pushing your tongue against your cheek, “Do you want to get slapped?” you threaten, albeit with a teasing smile. And he feigns fear, “Oooh, my pretty girl is scary-”

“Ah you’re really-” and your hand goes to slap his arm, but he traps you in a hug, “Alright, alright!” he gives in, hand going to grab yours as you lead the way to your apartment. He speaks after a while of comfortable silence, “So I really won’t get any cuddles?”

You giggle, looking at him, “How bad do you want cuddles?”

“The most! Pleaseeee, Y/n?” and he makes puppy eyes and does his little pout, and you’re absolutely done for. “Fine,” you chuckle “Guess I’ll join you on the couch,” you give in. He shamelessly fist-bumps the air, not even trying to hide it this time, and you find yourself thinking that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t mind spending a lot of time with the weird guy who managed to knock over an entire tray of cookies, almost twice. 

#baekhyun x reader #x reader #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #fluff #reader insert #exo #exo reader insert #exo x reader #baekhyun x you #ff #fanfic #fanfiction #exo fluff #x female reader #fem!reader #baekhyun x fem!reader #exo oneshot

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I AM BACK !! <3 <3 <3 posting baekhyun oneshot .....

#baekhyun #one shot #ff #fanfic #dunno what im doing but i am here now so thats that

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will be moving to the account fullmoonpieces. ill be reposting everything there as well

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i wanna do some sort of draco x reader... ravenclaw!reader?? >w<

#Draco Malfoy #draco x reader #draco x you #Harry Potter #draco malfoy x y/n #draco #ravenclaw #ravenclaw!reader #what to do #guess i'll make that decision when i have finished my exams #ugh

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cute

park jisung x genderneutral!reader

word count: 0.9k

movie night with bff!jisung has you feeling a little too giddy for friend territory

warnings/tags: fluff, just fluff

-

despite the mattress laid out on the floor for you to sleep on, you woke up in the lap of your best friend. you, of course, didn’t mean to. the two of you had been watching a movie for your weekly movie night, and you’d dozed off. 

rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you turned to look at your best friend, surprised to find him awake. “hello?” you asked him, mind still hazy with sleep. he looked a little caught off guard to see you awake, “yes?” he asked with a chuckle. 

“why are you awake?”

he let out an awkward laugh, “I, uhm, I couldn’t sleep” 

you got up from your position in his lap, “sorry for falling asleep on you,” you sheepishly mumbled, only to be pulled back into his embrace. “don’t apologise, your hugs are always nice”. your arms found their way back around his torso, face nuzzled in his chest, “thanks, you’re my favourite pillow”.

a hand went to mess up your hair and you instantly recoiled from the embrace. “aww, that’s so sweet thanks. it’s an honour to be your favourite pillow,” he teased as a hand went to lightly pinch your cheek. 

you lightly slapped at his hand, “don’t baby me! I’m a scary person!” you tried, but it came out way more whiney than you would have liked. with a laugh, jisung pulled you in for a hug, “you’re very endearing when you’re half asleep,” he told you, with an affectionate pat to your head. 

the previous scowl adorning your face was replaced with a mischievous smile as you thought of the perfect revenge. tickles. 

your hands went to his sides, where you knew he was most ticklish, and you started tickling. he instantly jumped back with a yelp. “hey what are you- ah!” you laughed at the boy, as you caged him in on the couch you had been laying on, hands still tickling as he squirmed in your hold. 

with the way his eyes were crinkled in a laugh, you couldn’t help but smile at him. he’s cute, you mindlessly thought. 

you stopped the tickling, and he calmed down, breathing still ragged. you didn’t move away though, you stayed towering over him as you appreciated the fact that your best friend was just really great, and that you were just really happy right now. maybe you even wanted to- 

the feeling of his lips on yours stopped your train of thoughts. his lips left yours as soon as they’d touched, but the feeling lingered, and you froze. you tried to process it, you really did, the way you felt so warm, almost giddy. how you wanted to curl up into a ball and just squeal in happiness. but you couldn’t get any words out. all you could do was stare at your best friend. his cute eyes. his cute nose. his cute lips. his cute cheeks. his-

“I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have y-y/n... I’m sorry,” he looked absolutely terrified, but he didn’t move, or rather, he couldn’t. you were still very much on top of him, preventing him from moving. or perhaps he was really just petrified, he certainly looked the part. still, you failed to move.

“sorry, I-I’ll leave,” he spoke again, voice quivering, and your heart clenched. he’s shaking, you realised, and that was enough to finally spur you into motion. “you’re not leaving, jisung, this is your house-”

“-o-oh then-”

“-and I’m not leaving either”

with that, you brought your lips to his. it was rougher than his gentle touch of lips and lasted way longer. you quickly got lost in the way his cute lips moved against yours and thought you could practically melt when his hands came up to cup your cheeks. 

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way your best friend’s lips felt on yours. for the warmth going from your cheeks that his hands gently cupped, from your lips, where his had found their home, to your chest, where it stopped to fill your heart, continuing its’ journey all the way to your stomach, where it did a happy little dance and settled for a while, before it repeated the motions all over again. 

you tried to suppress it, but you really couldn’t help the giggle that left you, and your heart fluttered even more as he let out one too, his breath hot against your lips. you thought you couldn’t possibly feel happier, but you were proved wrong, as you pulled away to look at him. 

his eyes were shining, and you thought that maybe if you looked a little closer you could find constellations in them because surely those were the stars. and he looked so happy, his lips slightly red, and he smiled at you so fondly, with his starry eyes, and your heart must’ve skipped at least a million beats. 

even in your trance, you managed a small, “I like you,” and he let out a timid laugh, “I would hope so,” to which you gave him a gentle slap on his arm. 

his gaze changed to a shy one as he squirmed a bit, “can we- um- like- not be in this position?” and you quickly sat up, not the slightest bit sleepy anymore. he got up and awkwardly held out his arms, “I still want cuddles,” he told you, almost sheepish, and your heart warmed at the boy. you quickly got settled in his arms, but before you managed to doze off, you heard him mumble a small, “you’re cute”

#fluff #x reader #nct x reader #reader insert #jisung #park jisung #jisung x reader #jisung x you #x gender neutral reader #nct fluff #nct dream #nct x genderneutral!reader #drabble #nct imagine #cute

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things have been hectic. very exhausted, but I’ve got a small break coming up soon 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。will write then !

working on a draco x gryffindor!reader series. im not home at the moment, however, as im going to see day6 today ! (≧∀≦) working as soon as I get home tho ^^

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working on a draco x gryffindor!reader series. im not home at the moment, however, as im going to see day6 today ! (≧∀≦) working as soon as I get home tho ^^

#draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy #gryffindor

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mistletoe

Lee Know x GenderNeutral!Reader

Word count: 0.92k

Your boyfriend thinks it’d be funny to mess with your friends, also… he loves you a lot.

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, suggestive themes

-

“I’m glad you’re doing great,” said the girl in front of you. The two of you went to the same elementary school and had somehow found each other at this party, thrown by a mutual friend of yours. 

You smiled at her comment, “Me too, it’s good to know you’re doing great as well”. 

You sneaked a glance at your boyfriend on the other side of the room. Minho was with his friends, you didn’t even need to look to know that, his laughter loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Your boyfriend?” she asked. “Yeah, he’s kind of loud,” you laughed. 

“Doesn’t matter if he’s the one, does it?” 

“No, I suppose that’s true… How about you though?”

“There’s this girl, but I can’t seem to figure her out…”

“Go for it,” you told her, unsure where the confidence came from, “She’d be a fool not to like you, besides, even if it doesn’t work out, at least you can say you tried,”

“Maybe you’re right. I might just do that,” she responded with a smile. 

-

“Y/n~” a familiar voice sang from behind you, and you looked around to see your boyfriend with a smile on his face, and mistletoe in hand. He took your hand and let out an excited giggle, “Come on! Let’s make Felix and Changbin kiss!” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, Minho was looking at you with pleading eyes and a mischevious smile. “Heck yeah, let’s go,” you replied and he looked past you to the other girl, “I’m going to have to borrow them, for research purposes,”

“Go ahead,” the girl laughed. 

-

“But-But it‘s a mistletoe… you have to,” Minho pleaded the two boys. Changbin raised a warning fist, and Felix immediately lowered it, “Nope! But nice try you two,” Felix countered. 

Minho turned to you, smirking. “What?” you wondered with a pout. He held the mistletoe above you and leaned in, “Does it work on you?” 

“Not really, but you do look positively cute right now,” you told him, the pout on your face replaced by a shy smile. 

“I’m not cute- I’m sexy,” he retorted with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “come on”, he told you, as he grabbed your hand, led you to the nearest room, and closed the door. 

-

You let out a giggle as he pulled you in for a kiss, “this is someone else’s room, Minho,”

“Don’t care,” he replied, lips hot against yours. Hands placed firmly on your hips, he slowly guided the two of you to the bed and laid you down. 

His lips wandered down your cheek and came to rest at your neck, sucking gently. He passed a particularly sensitive spot that had you giggling, “cute,” he smiled against your neck. You pulled his face back up to place a sweet kiss on his lips, “I’m not cute- I’m sexy,” you teased and flipped him over, so you were on top, sitting in his lap. You went to place kisses down his neck as you tugged on his hair, earning a groan from the boy. 

“What happened to ‘This is someone else room’?” he asked in a husky voice as he ground his hips into yours, eliciting a gasp from you. “Don’t care,” you breathed, still in a teasing manner, and Minho let out a whine.

You stopped in your tracks to look up at him. He was pouting, “Stop making fun of me,” 

“Sorry, you make it so easy,” you replied with a smile. At this, he flipped you back over and made a particularly had thrust of his hips. 

Your hands slowly wandered down, “Minho…” you breathed, and said boy responded with an eager kiss to your lips. He lifted himself from you to quickly remove his shirt and quickly returned to place hungry kisses down your neck. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, ready to tug it off when- 

“Shit- sorry!” said a flustered Felix, who’d entered the room. He quickly exited the room and closed the door, and you heard the voice of Changbin from outside: “Told you they were fucking!” 

Your face reddened immediately, and you went to hide your face in your boyfriends’ chest.

However, if your cheeks weren’t red enough before, they certainly were when your boyfriend yelled back: “Not yet!”

You placed a playful hit to Minho’s chest, “Noooo, Minho, why must you?” you cried. He looked at you with a smile, “Aw, are you blushing?” he teased and went to place a kiss on your cheek. You looked at him, a pout very evident on your face. 

“I love you more than you believe,” he told you, the sweetest smile ever, adorning his face. You smiled back, “Wrong, I know you’re obsessed with me,” you replied cheekily, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you when his smile turned to a cute pout.

He flicked your forehead, not satisfied with the answer, and you laughed at your boyfriend. “Kidding! I love you too,” you told him and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was quickly interrupted by both your giggles however, “Put your shirt back on,” you told him with a fond smile. 

“You sure? I mean they’re expecting us to do it now,” he raised a suggestive brow at you. You gently smacked his arm, “Unbelievable”. 

#lee know #lee minho #minho #stray kids #skz #imagine #reader insert #x reader #x gender neutral reader #christmas #mistletoe #lee know x reader #minho x reader #fluff #suggestive #lee felix #seo changbin #swearing #drabble #scenario #skz scenarios #skz imagines #more fluff

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one more christmas special?? can she do it and still pass her upcoming test?? let’s find out ! )^o^(

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christmas spirit

Haechan x GenderNeutral!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Haechan cost you your best friend with his playboy ways and you’ve been bickering ever since, but a wise man once said: Christmas is the spirit of forgiveness

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to lovers-ish, fluff, suggestive themes, bickering, swearing

Prompt 11 from this list

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You had met up with your friends at the local library to see each other once more before the Christmas break. Jisung and Chenle were discussing which games they were going to play, while Krystal pretended to listen, with a fond smile. Jaemin was excitedly bouncing in his chair, insisting, “This year I’ll learn to ice skate!”

“Right, and Haechan will find the love of his life and settle down,” Jeno commented, to which Haechan laughed and Jaemin pouted. 

Haechan was seated across from you, slouched in his chair, arms nonchalantly swung over the armrests. He’d always been the flirty type, but about a year ago, he’d started sleeping around, the ‘no feelings involved’ kind of thing, which was fine, he could do whatever he wanted, but he crossed a line when he played your best friend. 

She had stormed at you, furious and with tears running down her cheeks, yelling about how Haechan broke her heart and how she couldn’t bear to look at you. 

She stopped talking to you after that. Every time you approached her, you were met with cold eyes and the same words: “We’re not friends. Leave me alone”. 

You’d been positively furious with Haechan, and what had previously been a friendship between you two, had turned into bickering and curses. Your friend group had quickly grown accustomed to your bickering and even had a bet going on about who’d retort to murder first. 

“Okay, but what are you actually doing this break Haechan?” Jaemin asked. “Who am I doing,” he corrected, “and it depends, I’ve got a couple in mind,” he smirked. 

“Tasteless, Haechan,” you tell him, and he raises a challenging brow at you.

“You’re no fun, Y/n, such a bore,” 

“Well at least I still have my dignity,” you retort to which he snorts and opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn’t get far, as he’s interrupted by your phone ringing. 

You look at the screen and see that it’s your mom calling. “Hey, everything okay?” you speak.

“Hi, Sweetheart. Look, I’m sorry to be a bother, but we could really use your help at the shelter, it’s incredibly busy here today,” she tells you and you can instantly picture your mother rushing around the shelter, even with her fragile back. 

“You’re never a bother, I’ll be there soon. Should I pick anything up on the way?” 

“No, I think we’re good, love you!” 

“Love you too, I’ll get going now!”

You quickly picked up your things, stuffing them in your bag. “Oooh,” Jeno hooted, “Is our Y/n finally seeing someone?” 

“Sounds like it,” Krystal quips, and at this point, you’re packed and ready to go. You merely smile at their antics, and wave goodbye, “Gotta go, Merry Christmas you guys!” you yell as you’re running out the library, earning you a pointed look from the librarian. 

-

As you left the library, Haechan couldn’t help but be disappointed. Right from the moment you’d picked up your phone, he’d had a sour taste in his mouth. Who was the person taking you from him? A frown adorned his face as you spoke into the phone, “Love you too”. And when Jeno and Krystal started teasing you, he didn’t participate, instead, he pondered, are they really seeing someone?

He decided right then and there, that this Christmas, he’d tell you how he felt, at the very least apologize for the past… before it was too late. 

-

“I’ve handed out some extra blankets, do you need anything else at the moment?” You asked. You mom turned to you, still stirring the soup, she pointed to a door, “Get the boxes out there, will you? The ones with bread and cups,” 

“Got it”.

You’d quickly located the box with bread but had been in a 10-minute search for the cups. Sighing, you decided to deliver the bread to the kitchen, before you search any longer. You carefully made your way to the kitchen, the box in your arms, obscuring your vision, and causing you to almost trip a couple of times. With a huff you put down the box, “Sorry it took so long mom, I couldn’t find the cups,” you said with a pout. 

As you turn to face your mom, you’re shocked to find an equally shocked looking Haechan. Without thinking, you raise a pointed finger at him, “Who let him in?” At that, he huffs out a breath, and regains his usual nonchalant posture, “Very classy, Y/n”.

“You two know each other?” Your mom inquires from her spot at the stove. “Acquaintances,” you tell her, as Haechan lowers your arm that’s still pointing at him.

“We’re friends,” he corrects you, “I’ll go get the heaters,” and with that, he leaves the room. 

You look to see your mom smiling at you. She raises a brow, “He’s cute,”

“Right, I’ll go look for that box!” You excuse yourself and rush to the storage room. 

-

The meal had been served, and you’d seated yourself next to a nice elderly man who seemed to be alone. Throughout your chat, you’d been sneaking glances at Haechan. What was he doing at the homeless shelter? He couldn’t possibly have expected to meet you, he’d been just as surprised as you to see each other here. I guess he really is just here to help, you thought.

It was just so out of the ordinary to see him like that. His smirk had long ago been replaced with a genuine smile as he spoke to an elderly woman. He was wearing a ridiculously tacky Christmas sweater that you were sure he would never let your friends see him in.

The man beside you gently nudges your shoulder, “Preoccupied are we?” he smiles, and you look down embarrassed, “I’m sorry, just a lot on my mind,” you explained. He nodded thoughtfully, “You should talk to him, the guy you’ve been staring at,” 

“I-I wasn’t staring!” You exclaim, flustered, “Besides, we have a history… he hasn’t exactly been a great guy,”

“I see… Still, my advice is the same. Christmas is the spirit of forgiveness, and who knows, maybe he had his reasons,” he finished with a smile. 

You looked at Haechan again, a confused pout on your face, and saw him laughing with a little boy. He has a nice smile, you guess. 

-

You pick up the trash bags silently and Haechan does the same. You silently curse out your mom for assigning you AND Haechan to carry the trash bags outside. He holds the door for you, and you step outside in the cold, instantly freezing as you weren’t wearing a jacket. No one breaks the silence until you’ve reached the waste container. He throws the bags in the container with a huff, and you finally get a closeup of his ridiculous sweater. You fail to hold in a chuckle, and without thinking, you mumbled: “You look strangely cute in that sweater”. 

You instantly shut your eyes, and pray that he didn’t hear, but then he speaks up, “You’ve finally succumbed to my charms, huh?” And you look up to see an annoying smirk on his face, but what catches you off guard is the glint in his eyes and his tomato red cheeks. Must be the cold, you think. 

“In your dreams,” you manage to speak, as you throw your bags in the container as well. He lets out a low chuckle, “You know it,” he says with a cheeky smile, and you’re reminded that he’s the biggest flirt in the entire town. Despite that, you can’t seem to look away, as snowflakes gently fall onto his head, one landing on his nose, making him look, dare you say, adorable. 

“Right…” you sigh and turn to go inside again, but he grabs your arm, gently, much to your surprise.

“Listen, I never really apologized for you know, costing you your best friend and all, and I-”

“No need. It’s not like it’s bothered you the past year anyway, so-”

“No, I wanna explain. Please?” He looks at you pleadingly, and you find yourself turning to face him again. He sighs and you notice that he’s trembling slightly, and you start to doubt that it’s the cold. You consider placing a steadying hand on his shoulder, but let your hands fall to your sides instead.

 “I made it very clear that it was a ‘no feelings involved’ thing, I made sure of that, but then she told me that she liked me, and I-I told her I didn’t feel the same, but I really wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, I promise. But when I told her that I didn’t like her, she got really mad and got all hysteric cause she-...” 

He visibly gulped, and his cheeks reddened impossibly more and though you were curious to hear the rest, you waited patiently for him to continue. “She somehow knew that I-I kind of definitely had a crush on you, and before I knew it, she was cursing you out and blaming me being an idiot on you, so I just kind of… told her to piss off, and I know that wasn’t the best way to handle things, and I’m sorry that I hurt you, but I am not sorry that she left, cause quite frankly she was a bit of a bitch, and you deserved better,” he finished, out of breath.

 You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice, before Haechan nervously spoke again, “Y-Y/n?” You finally looked at him and realized just how vulnerable he looked, and all you could think about was how much you wanted to hug him. 

That wasn’t what you did at all, however, instead you spoke: “The old man was right,”

“Excuse you?” He questioned, a nervous smile adorning his face, and you allowed yourself to finally admit that he was definitely adorable.

“Sorry I never even gave you a chance to explain,” you uttered, still baffled by his explanation. He nervously rubbed his neck, “It’s okay, I probably shouldn’t have slept with your best friend in the first place”. You looked at him incredulously, “Probably?” you asked with a laugh, and he joined in too. 

“Come on, we should head inside, it’s freezing cold out here,” you spoke, and he smirked, “You’re right, we can’t have your mom thinking we’re up to no good,” he teased, and for the first time ever you were relieved to see he was back to his usual, smirking, nonchalant self. 

You’d only just entered the warm building again, when your mom stopped you, “Freeze!” she yelled. “What. Why? Are you okay mom?” you asked from the doorframe, where you’d frozen in your spot. 

She let out a girlish giggle and you shot her a confused look. “I think I’ll let Haechan explain, Sweetheart,” she mused as she speed-walked to the kitchen. 

You turned to the boy, “What did she mean?” you asked with a confused pout, and he only let out a nervous laugh. When you tilted your head in question, he let out an awkward chuckle and pointed above your heads, to a subtly placed mistletoe. 

Your cheeks were on fire at once, and you thought you might just pass out when you made eye contact with Haechan, whose nonchalant demeanour had quickly vanished again. Your eyes flickered to his lips for a second, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. Your mind was running wild, searching for words to say, but stopped dead in its tracks, when his warm lips pressed against yours. 

He pulled back as soon as his lips had touched yours, seemingly shocked by his own actions, as he started apologizing profusely. 

You broke out of your trance and grabbed his cheeks, his face squished in your hands, and pressed a confident kiss to his lips. He felt so warm against you, his hands hesitantly went to gently hold your hips, and you found yourself thinking that this was home… he was home. Despite what you expected from him, the kiss was innocent, wholesome, and everything you could’ve asked for from a first kiss. 

When you pulled away, both your faces were burning red, and as your eyes met, you couldn’t help the smile on your face, soon turning into a giggle, and Haechan quickly followed. 

“Be mine?” He asked, beaming, and you thought you’d never seen anything more breathtaking. “Already am,” you told him, and placed a small peck onto his lips. 

“Merry Christmas Haechan,” 

“Merry Christmas, Love”.

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little spoon

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Your best friend has been getting on your nerves, and you can’t figure out why

Warnings/Tags: Best friends to lovers, fluff, making out, suggestive content, swearing, jealousy

-

It reeked of alcohol, the Slytherin common room, that was the first thing you noticed. Next was the number of students that had shown up. Slytherin had just had a quidditch match against Gryffindor, and Slytherin won. Despite that, it was clear to see that many Gryffindors were there too, a group circled around the beer keg to see who could drink the most, and as you stepped fully into the room, one of the guys broke the circle to collapse onto an innocent bystander.

As much as you wanted to leave, the party was unfortunately held in your common room, meaning nowhere to run. Besides, Draco had insisted you come to celebrate his absolutely astounding performance, his own words. Accepting your fate, you sighed and went straight to the drinks. It was going to be a long night…

You felt someone sling an arm around your shoulder and immediately recognized the voice that followed, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lovely Slytherin Princess. I’m surprised you showed up Princess,” the voice of Blaise Zabini spoke. “Wouldn’t miss your mediocre keg stand for the world, Bini,” you answered and took a sip of the burning liquid.

“Already at the alcohol, Doll?” You turned to face the owner of the new voice, and found your best friend, Draco Malfoy, smirking at you. He grabbed the cup from your hands and took a sip, “Fair, we’ll need it if we have to watch Blaise’s keg stand,” he taunted, handing back the cup.

“What’s my keg stand ever done to you guys?” Blaise whined as he let his arm fall off of your shoulders. “I’ll have you know the girls love it”.

You and Draco exchanged a look of doubt and ended up laughing at Blaise’s antics, which would’ve been normal if you hadn’t caught Draco looking at you the entire time, he merely smirked at the notion of being caught and excused himself. “Get some, mate!” Blaise yelled after him and you could hear Draco chuckling as he went away.

-

Late into the night, some students had gathered for a game of Truth or Dare. Among those were you, and a guy from Gryffindor who currently had his arm slung around your shoulder. Across from you was Draco, in a similar position, a girl under his arm. Blaise had blacked out after his infamous keg stand.

You sensed eyes on you, and looked at Draco, to find him smirking at you. Harshly biting down on his bottom lip, he sent a wink your way. You raised an unimpressed brow, hoping to hide the effect Draco had on you.

A while into the game, people were violently making out and drinking. The Gryffindor beside you had let his hand wander to your thigh, giving it a squeeze. He leaned to whisper in your ear, breath reeking of alcohol fanning your face, but before he could speak, someone else did.

“Y/n, Truth or Dare?” a Ravenclaw boy you’d worked with for a project asked you. Itching to get away from the handsy Gryffindor next to you, you answered, “Dare”.

“Daring as always, Doll, you sure you’re not a Gryffindor?” Draco teased from the other couch. “Why? Do I look like I lack brain cells?” you quipped. The Gryffindor next to you immediately let his hand fall from your thigh, and you let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, Y/n… Let’s see… “ the Ravenclaw spoke up again, “Kiss Malfoy”. Wide-eyed, you looked at Draco, who had his brows up in surprise, his surprised expression quickly changed, however, as he made confident strides to you, pulling you to stand from the couch. Luckily the alcohol in your system did its job, and you were significantly less nervous than you would have been if you were sober.

He pulled you close, but paused for a second, searching your eyes for any discomfort, and when he found none, his lips met yours in a clumsy kiss. The kiss sparked way too much inside you, considering the sloppiness, brought on by the alcohol. His tongue collided with yours, and you silently noted that he didn’t taste as much of alcohol as you thought he would. Not that you’d thought about it.

He parted and held your eyes for a second, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “Mediocre,” he spoke, and made his way to his spot on the couch again, wearing his signature smirk.

-

It was nearing midnight and you were downing another shot, some had decided to call it a night, but the Gryffindor from earlier seemed to have regathered his courage as his hand rested on your arm. You were leaning against a wall in the corner of the room and somehow he’d found you.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” he yelled a little too loudly, speaking over the loud music, and you slightly winced at the volume.

You ignored him and observed Draco, still on the couch with a girl under his arm. The girl had shifted to almost sit in his lap and she had a hand firmly placed on his chest. Ugly jealousy started bubbling in your chest and you didn’t know if you wanted to hex him or kiss him.

What are you thinking Y/n? Get your head out of the gutter, what’s wrong with you tonight.

Whatever… that git wouldn’t be ruining your night, you decided.

You focused your eyes on the Gryffindor leaning against you and smirked at him. “You’re right, this is no fun. Want to do something else?” He smirked at that, his hands coming to rest on your hips and this time you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “I was hoping you’d say that”.

In a split second his mouth was on yours, his tongue asking for entrance not a second later, and you granted him entrance. It was rushed, and his hands quickly wandered all over, coming to rest on your ass as he pulled you closer. He let out a grunt as you grinded against him. It didn’t go any further, however, as the guy was ripped away from you and a hand grabbed yours, pulling you to the dorms.

You entered a familiar dorm, and at once you were pushed against the door by none other than Draco. “What the-” The familiar pair of lips clashed against yours effectively shutting you up. He kissed feverishly, but it wasn’t rushed, he took his time exploring your mouth. His hands held your cheeks with a gentleness you’d have never expected from Draco, and yours pressed against his chest.

“You have to-” His lips trailed across your cheek down to your neck as he sucked just below your ear and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips as he set your skin on fire with his every touch. “-explain, Draco,” you finished your sentence. His hand that had wandered, squeezed your hip and you felt him smirk against your neck.

“A bloody Gryffindor? Really, Doll?” His lips met yours again and he pulled you flush against him pulling you from the door. Your tongues met just as passionately as he led you to his bed and gently laid you down. Your hand went to tug on his hair, earning a frustrated grunt. “You’re one to talk,” you hissed, “Who was the girl?”

“Jealous?” He smiled into the kiss as his hand went dangerously low. “You tell me,” you retorted. You were hyper-aware of his hand wandering even lower as he started palming you through your clothes, moving painfully slow, and you let out a desperate whimper.

“Draco,”

“We should stop,” he sighed into your mouth and pulled away and you couldn’t help but deflate. Stupid alcohol and your wishful thinking. He quickly shifted the two of you to lay more comfortably and pulled the covers up to cover you.

He pulled you close under the covers and rested his chin on your head. “I like you Y/n, a lot. That’s why we should stop now… You’re drunk,”

“Am not!” You protested and he let out a breathy laugh, “If you say so Doll”. You snuggled closer into his chest, “I like you too, Draco,” you confessed, and even though you were drunk, you had the decency to blush, and if you had looked up, you would have seen a very flustered Draco as well.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “You should get some sleep Doll,” he managed through his smile. “Okay,” you huffed. “But Draco?” he shifted to look at you.

“If this relationship is gonna work, I’m gonna have to be the big spoon,” he blinked at you, puzzled. “You heard me, move over,” you insisted, and he laughed as he moved to be the small spoon. You let out a content sigh at the new position, and in your drunk state, you told him,

“Goodnight Little Spoon”.

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leaving you

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!reader

Word count: 3.8k

You’ve been left by people you care about before, but now you’re tired. 

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, angst, swearing and light making out.

-

Same old, same old, I thought as I settled myself at the Slytherin table, watching my family owl slowly reach me. She dropped the letter, and off she was again. I sighed deeply and opened the envelope. Only one person ever wrote to me, and it was my stepmother whenever she’d found a new problem with my existence. Written in harsh cursive was:

Y/n

I’ve found that you’ve been slacking off at school lately.

I expect you to straighten up if you wish to keep staying in my house. You have been spoilt for long enough. It’s no secret that your father never knew how to say no, but I do. 

I can’t help thinking he’d be disappointed looking down at you from his resting place. 

This is your last chance to get it together. 

- Mrs Y/l/n

Yet again I sighed, not even surprised at the content of the letter. It wasn’t anything new for her to guilt me about my father's death, and it certainly wasn’t surprising that she wanted me out of the house. Two years ago, I may have been affected by this, but her condescending letters had become quite a common occurrence, to the point where I wasn’t even affected by it.

I guess you could call her my evil stepmother. After my mom decided to leave my dad and me, he’d met my stepmother. She insisted that she was the woman for him, and somehow he’d found that refreshing. I, on the other hand, did not find her refreshing, perhaps because she made it very clear that she did not like me and my presence at all. All it took was for my dad to cancel on her once because he had to take care of me, for her to decide that I was the enemy. 

I left the great hall in a hurry, wanting to work on my essay for potions after deciding that I still very much so, needed a house to live in. 

-

Exhausted, I slumped onto a seat next to a nice Ravenclaw I’d exchanged a few words with before. The potions classroom was quickly filled up, and as a certain Pansy Parkinson passed me, she made sure to bump my shoulder. “Very mature,” I snickered.

“Attention! I know you must all be very excited about the Triwizard Tournament, but your studies must come before that,” Professor Snape started, to which some students groaned. 

“With that out of the way, I will be assigning you seatmates today that I’ve deemed appropriate, and to hopefully avoid the chattering about the ball”. At that statement, it was my turn to groan. Pairing up meant there was a small chance I’d be working with Parkinson, which was the last thing I needed.

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Parkinson’s name called out with someone else’s name. I relaxed a bit until: 

“Y/l/n and Malfoy!”

Parkinson's eyes were at once daggers, and they were aimed right at me. I instantly wanted to just disappear. I’d obviously be dealing with Parkinson anyway. 

Begrudgingly I got up from my seat and went to sit beside a tired-looking Malfoy. 

“I’ll be returning the essays that were due last week now. Some of you have done well enough, but I expect more,” Professor Snape spoke. He quickly made the rounds and everyone had gotten back their work. I looked down at mine and saw a big ‘A’ for acceptable. Not what I’d hoped for, but at least I didn’t fail. Still, I needed to up my game if I didn’t wanna live on the streets.

From behind me, I heard Parkinson scoff and I turned to see what the fuss was about, only to find her looking directly at me. “Acceptable? Really Y/l/n? And you’re sure you’re at the right place? I mean look around. I don’t get why Professor Snape would put you, who’s so clearly way beneath average, with someone as brilliant as Draco,” she remarked, followed by a taunting grin.

Beneath average? No, not even… way beneath average, she’d said. I was usually pretty good at keeping my calm and ignoring her, but for Godric's sake, I was on the brink of being kicked out of my home, abandoned again, and I realized I’d had enough. 

So I got up from my chair and looked into her dark eyes that didn’t do much to hide the ugliness of her personality. Although she looked surprised that I reacted at all, she quickly regained her posture and put on a challenging smirk.

“Yea? Well, at least I’m not an annoying bloody prick. Merlin's beard, does anything even go through that thick skull of yours?” I growled. 

Then, an inch from her, close enough to punch her in her annoying face, I spewed: “Speak to me again and I’ll feed you to the dementors, got it?” 

Defeated and embarrassed she huffed out: “Yea, alright, whatever”.

Somewhat satisfied, I turned around, but before I could even get to my chair I heard a loud: “Stupefy!” From behind. Before I could act, I felt a sharp pain in my back and then everything went black.

-

I woke up in the hospital wing, my whole body aching. I tried to get up, only to be met by warm hands pushing me down again. 

“You’ve got a concussion, Dearie, don’t move too much,” said Madam Pomfrey, as she handed me the water from the nightstand. “Sorry,” I muttered and accepted the water.

“You have a visitor, but he’ll have to leave soon. You need rest, Young lady,” she scolded.

My face retorted to a look of confusion as she went to get my visitor. It’s a he? My closest friends here are both girls, and they probably aren’t aware that I’m in the hospital wing yet, seeing as they’re in Hufflepuff and were in Charms class when it happened. 

My thoughts were interrupted as a blond boy stepped into view. “Malfoy?” I asked, shocked. 

“Yeah, well spotted,” he remarked, unimpressed. “Sorry, stop pouting,” he sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Not even realizing I was pouting, I quickly stopped, embarrassed. 

“I came here to apologize,” he spoke up. “For Parkinson, you know. I realize it was my fault. She only acted the way she did to get my attention or some bull crap”.

“What?” I asked confused. 

“I believe you heard me Y/l/n,”

“Yeah right, Uhm, I’m sorry, but you don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault that Parkinson is a complete dung brain,”

“Careful with your words there Y/l/n, the Malfoys and Parkinson's are close,” he warned. 

“Oh yeah? Well, I don’t think you’ll do anything,” I smiled.

“And why’s that?”

“You came to apologize”. A small smile grazed his lips, but only for a second. 

“Also, Y/l/n? We’ve got a group project coming up,” he finished and left looking smug. 

-

“Okay, Let’s do this!” I insisted, bouncing on my feet. “Teach me the stuff Malfoy. Be my mentor,” I said excitedly. “Calm it Y/l/n,” he replied, a calming hand on my shoulder. 

“Just get your book out and we’ll work on this. I’m doing well in potions, this shouldn’t be that hard”.

“I know, you’ve bragged about that one too many times, but listen Malfoy, I really need an O on this one,” I pleaded. He rolled his eyes at my desperate antics and mumbled a “sure”.

Ignoring him I turned to the potions book and started reading up on everything I thought necessary, but much to my dismay I was interrupted after about 15 minutes of peaceful reading, by a certain blond throwing crumpled up paper at me. 

“Malfoy please,” I whined. He grinned, happy to have successfully disturbed me, “What do you even need that O for anyway? You’re doing fine in potions,”

“Since when were you the nosy one? Back to work Malfoy,” I dodged his question. He eyed me sceptically but turned his attention to the work seconds after. 

-

The potions classroom was empty except for Malfoy and I. It was Saturday, so most were out playing around or practising quidditch.

Nose stuck deep in my potions book I was interrupted by the blond boy across from me. I sighed and looked up from the book. It had become quite a common occurrence for him to interrupt our peaceful studying, and usually, it was just to make a bratty remark. 

“You know,” he started. 

“I could’ve made our school proud. If only there wasn’t a stupid age restriction on the goblet,” he huffed, slumping in the seat.

“And despite the age restriction, the Potter boy was chosen anyway. He must really be the chosen one, huh?” he mocked, grinning. 

Raising an unimpressed brow, I gave him a sympathetic smile, “I’m sure Malfoy, but we wouldn’t want anything happening to that pretty face of yours now, would we?” I teased. 

I trained my eyes on the potions book again, ready to continue studying. I failed to notice his flustered reaction and the blush spreading from his ears, but looked up when I heard: “You want me to curse you, Y/l/n?”

Grinning I decided to push my luck a little, “Think you can even do it?” I challenged. He smirked and pulled out his wand, “Such a brat,” he smiled at me, standing up. I made a run for the exit, giggling as I made my way down the corridors, Potions long forgotten. 

Behind me I could hear Malfoy slowly catching up, laughing too.

“You’re dead Y/n!”

-

Walking into the potions classroom to study with Draco as usual, I put down my books and took a seat. I noticed that Draco wasn’t there yet, but decided I could just read up on some stuff before he came, I opened my books. 

10 minutes had gone by when Draco finally stepped into the room. 

“Hey, Draco, did anything happen?”

“No, not that it’s any of your business anyway,” he snapped as he took a seat opposite of me. 

“I-… I’m sorry,” I uttered before hesitantly going to get the ingredients for the potion. Draco pushed himself off his chair and went to gather the other ingredients. 

As I searched the shelves, I couldn’t help but wonder if Draco was okay. He seemed off, and if anything had happened, I wanted to help. Though it didn’t seem like he wanted to talk at all. At least not to me. Maybe I’d done something wrong? But I couldn’t think of anything I could’ve done to hurt or offend him. 

Maybe he was just having a bad day… yet still, I couldn’t help but worry, maybe- 

“Gallopin’ Gorgons!” I yelped as the glass vial fell to the floor, glass shards everywhere. Lost in thought, I’d accidentally tipped one of the vials. I hastily bent down to pick up the shards, but yelped once again, as a piece pierced my hand. 

I hurriedly picked up the last pieces from the floor and went to throw them away, but as I stood and turned around I hit a wall. A wall called Draco Malfoy. I stumbled backwards and almost fell, but a pair of hands gripped my waist. 

I slowly opened my formerly closed eyes, just to realize that I was pressed tightly against Draco, my hands gripping his shoulders as one of his hands were on my waist, the other holding onto the table.

“You’re bleeding,” he breathed, and that’s when I looked up at him. We were much closer than I thought. If I’d moved a centimetre or two, our noses would’ve touched. 

I wasn’t sure who had moved, or if we both had, but suddenly I could feel his breath on my lips and butterflies going crazy in my stomach. A little closer and- 

“You should go to the hospital wing,” he suddenly said, as he went to gather his books. Stunned, I watched as he packed up his things and went to leave. He stopped at the door, “Go see Madam Pomfrey, alright?” And then he left. 

-

I went to the library early to study but was quickly joined by my two good friends from Hufflepuff. 

“I’m so excited for later! Will you be cheering for us, Y/n?” The brunette asked me. She was, of course, referring to the quidditch match later that day. Hufflepuff versus Slytherin. 

“You’re playing against my house though,” I reminded her. She responded with a pout, “Anyway, it’d mean a lot if our favourite Slytherin would be cheering us on”.

“I know,” I sighed, “I’ll see if I can make it. I’ve got a lot of studying to do”. Earlier that day, Draco had approached me about the assignment. 

“I’ll do half, you do the other half. No need to go to the potions classroom, I won’t be there. See you for the presentation, Y/l/n,” and then he hurried off. I’d stood there for a while, processing his words. He must not have wanted to work with me, I thought.

“Y/n?” I heard a voice and broke out of my trance. “Huh?” I questioned. Both the girls were giving me worried looks. “We’re going to go practice, ok?” 

“Oh, yeah. Good luck,” I told them. They hesitantly gathered their things and left. 

Get yourself together Y/n, I huffed and turned to the textbook. A paper fell out as I was flipping through the book looking for the right page. Curious, I picked it up. 

On the paper was a beautifully drawn flower, and I instantly remembered the day it was drawn. We had been studying outside, and as I looked at Draco’s notes, I noticed that he’d drawn one of the flowers surrounding us. 

“That’s beautiful,” I whispered without realizing. He turned with a questioning look, but when he saw what I was looking at, he hastily closed the book. “Why’d you hide it? It was really pretty,” I assured him. 

Red in the face, he handed me the drawing, “You can have it if you want, it’s whatever. Just get back to studying,” he said. Beaming, I accepted the drawing and slid it in between the pages of my potions book.

Suddenly I felt like crying. Why didn’t he want to talk to me? Or look at me. Bloody hell, he didn’t even want to be in my presence. 

I looked down at the bandages wrapped around my hand and sighed. 

It was just a matter of time before he left anyway.

-

Pushing my way through the flock of students heading to the great hall for dinner, I made my way to the library, just as I’d done the past week. I’d decided my time was better spent studying than eating, I’d have a snack or two throughout the day, but skip the meals to study for the presentation in potions. 

I needed an O, I had no choice. I couldn’t leave home, the house I grew up in. And although she wasn’t always kind, I couldn’t lose my step-mother, the last person I had left. I couldn’t be alone. So it was decided, no sleep, no food, just studying, that was my only priority. 

I stumbled as a hand grabbed my arm, and started pulling me towards the great hall. I struggled against the grip, but couldn’t find the strength to break free. I was pushed down to sit at the Hufflepuff table, and that’s when I realized it had been my friends pulling me. 

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“You’re eating with us today,” the brunette told me firmly. “Actually I need to study, so-”

“Don’t argue, because you’ll find you can’t win this one,” the other girl interrupted. “Do you think we’re stupid, Y/n?” They turned toward me. “I- I don’t… What’s this about?” I wondered. 

“You haven’t been eating, Y/n, actually, you’ve been off the entire week, so now we eat,” she insisted. Worried I looked around to see some Hufflepuffs looking weirdly at me, “I’m a Slytherin, I shouldn’t be at the Hufflepuff table,”

“Are you kidding? You’ll be-” 

Their voices faded out and I froze as I suddenly made eye contact with a very familiar blond from the Slytherin table. I realized that the time spent with him had been more precious to me than I’d realized. Our study sessions were what I’d looked forward to every day. 

I was so distracted by the new source of happiness that I’d failed to notice how he’d gotten bored already. Despite all these feelings, I was surprised to find I didn’t feel anything when we locked eyes. He, however, seemed to feel something, as worry flashed through his eyes, quickly replaced with a blank stare. 

“Y/n! Listen to us!” I snapped out of my trance to look at two now fuming girls. “I have to study,” I told them, hoping my voice didn’t waver as I stood from the table. However the brunette stood as well, quick to grab my hand, “ we want to help you, but if you leave now, I’m not sure we can do much more,” she professed. 

Pulling my hand out of hers and grabbing my books I forced out an,  “Okay,” as I dragged my body out the great hall. 

-

The annual letter from my step-mother dropped onto the bed, right next to my outspread potion books. I reached to grab it, my hands shaky from either malnutrition or fear. 

Y/n

For your own sake, I hope you’ve studied well. If I see any less than an O on your next project, and I’ve heard from Professor Snape that you have one in Potions very soon, you will have to find somewhere else to stay. 

You must know that your father would be very disappointed. Your mother left because she didn’t want to deal with such a disappointment, and I’ll have you know I’d happily do the same, perhaps that wench was right about one thing. 

- Mrs Y/l/n

I hadn’t realized the tears were trickling down my cheeks, until one dropped, wetting the letter. I pushed off of the bed, not bothering to put on my robes, I hurried out dressed only in my skirt, sweater and Slytherin vest. 

Tears blurring my vision, I ran, unsure of the destination. In the end, I found myself on my knees next to The Black Lake. Still, on my knees, I crawled to the water’s edge, splashing a refreshing wave of the water on my tear-stained face. 

I looked down and froze when I saw my reflection. I had prominent dark circles, and you could tell I hadn’t been eating. I looked dead. I’ll always be alone.

Then I screamed. I let everything out, and quickly after, the tears started streaming again as I cradled my head in my hands, still lying in the cold grass. They all leave.

A muffled voice called out to me but I didn’t respond, only when a strong pair of hands gently grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, did I react. “Y/n,” a familiar voice breathed. 

I looked up and came face to face with the one person I thought I didn’t want to see, Draco Malfoy. Yet when I looked at him, even if it was just for just a second, I was relieved to see him. The feeling of relief quickly passed, however, replaced by anger, fueled by unanswered questions. 

“Don’t touch me,” I snapped as I pulled away, out of his grasp, surprised to hear my own voice so hoarse. He reached out again, hesitant, “Y/n, please. You need to-”

“I don’t need people to tell me what to do,” I interrupted, feet staggering backwards. The tears had stopped flowing, but I could feel a new wave pressing on. I needed to go back inside, I wasn’t done studying. I had to-

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. Surprised, I looked at him, only to see him looking impossibly small. 

“Why? You left,” I reminded him.

“I- I know, but I-”

“You’re not sorry,” I told him, my voice rising. 

“Y/n, yes I am-”

“Stop lying, Draco!” I yelled, “If you’re so bloody sorry, then why did you leave me?” I yelled, my voice cracking in the process, and the tears started flowing anew.

He grabbed my arms, and I started trashing to get out of his grip. “Let go of me! Draco-”

“Listen to me!” He yelled, desperation evident in his voice.

“Please, Y/n…” And at that, I gave up and slumped against his body. “I shouldn’t have ignored you… I- … I was scared,” he croaked, and curious I looked up, to see tears rolling down his cheeks. My heart broke at the sight, and my first instinct was to wipe them away, but I held back and listened. 

“I really enjoyed spending time with you… like, a lot… I was scared because… “ he gulped, eyes flickering away to look somewhere else. Hesitantly, I moved to finally wipe away the tears, gently caressing his cheeks. 

“I was scared because I realized… I realized I was in love with you,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “It doesn’t justify leaving you, and I really am sorry, please believe me. I was just so stupid and I-”

I interrupted him for what must’ve felt like the hundredth time that day, but this time, with a peck on the lips. 

He looked stunned for a second, and I was just about to apologize when he pulled me back in. Our lips met again, but this time the kiss was much more passionate. 

His hands held my waist almost desperately, pulling me impossibly closer against him. My hands had drifted from his cheeks, to tangle themselves in his blond locks. Our lips moulded against each other as if meant to be. The moment ended, as we parted to breathe, our foreheads resting against each other. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I really am,”

“I know, Draco, I believe you. I’m sorry I yelled at you”. He chuckled, which in turn made me giggle too. “I think I deserved that one,” he laughed. 

I went in for a quick kiss, “Please don’t leave me, Draco,”

“You’re not going to lose me. I won’t ever leave again, I promise”. I smiled, “Thank you, now let’s ace this potions presentation,”

“Are you going to tell me why it’s so important,” he questioned as we walked back inside, hand in hand. “Depends, if I do, is there a prize?” I teased. A smile made it’s way onto his lips, “Hugs and kisses?” he offered. 

“Deal,” I told him, leaning up to give him a peck. His face reddened, and I ran ahead of him, suddenly feeling shy. 

“Hey! Come back here,” he yelled after me. Laughing, he picked up his pace, and came to sling an arm over my shoulder, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Love”.

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