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slyscenarios · 4 years

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ophelia 02

heartbroken too many times, your naive mind tends to fall in love too easily. after kim taehyung enters into your life, you’re smitten by the handsome man only for this romance to come to an end… or so it seems.

prologue 01 02 03 member: kim taehyung (ft park jimin) pairing: fuckboy!kth x reader genre: angst, smut, hurt/comfort(?) warnings: eventual smut ig, angsty angst, swearing words: 3.5k a/n: i apologize for this chapter is a little bit shorter, but the good news is that the next part will (hopefully) have smut in it. also, is this too much jimin x reader action going on? sdkjsldkls pls lmk how the fic is coming along too as feedback is much-appreciated uwu

"O Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou Juliet?” A voice shouts aloud, making you jump in your seat. Scorning, you look up from your book to see Taehyung with a sly smile before he sits in the seat opposing you. “Hamlet, huh?”

“Can you lower your voice? We’re in a library.” You grumble before he takes the book out of your hands, making you frown. “Don’t you dare lose my page.”

“Don’t worry love, I just want to see what’s so interesting about this book.” He smirks before flipping through the pages.

“You quote Romeo and Juliet yet, you don’t know Hamlet?” Raising a brow, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand, waiting for Taehyung to hand you your book back. He sighs before sliding your book back to you, slumping back into his seat.

“Come on Y/n, no one knows about Hamlet,” Taehyung states, making you roll your eyes, “besides, there’s nothing romantic about Hamlet, unlike Romeo and Juliet.”

“I beg to differ since there are some Hamlet and Ophelia moments.” Shrugging, you place your bookmark into your book before closing it.

“Yea but will it even top Leonardo Dicaprio as Romeo?” He quirks a brow before breaking out into a laugh.

“I bet you’ve never even read Romeo and Juliet,” you retort before packing away your things, “do you even know how the story ends?” He pauses before sitting up in his seat, glancing away before meeting you with a smile.

“Of course I know what happens, a tragic ending it was.” His smile widens before he stands from his seat, walking over to stand behind you. “Now, Y/n, I want to talk about something else.”

“Changing the topic, are we?” You frown before feeling a cold touch at the side of your arms.

“Why didn’t you meet me at the fountain?” Taehyung whispers from behind, his lips practically brushing against your ear. Biting your bottom lip, you turn around and face him.

“I simply forgot.” You squint before picking up your bag, standing up from your chair and walking away from the small corner. Taehyung follows behind, his hands in his pockets before he picks up from the previous conversation.

“Yes, but you didn’t seem to forget about the party the previous day either.” He remarks making you sigh and stop in place.

“Cora told me about it yesterday. so I decided to go-” turning to face him, he bumps into you before you lose balance, feeling yourself begin to fall. Tightly shutting your eyes, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, holding you while you’re leaned back.

“Y/n, can you get up so people can stop looking at us?” Opening your eyes, you look around to see people staring at your current situation. Clearing your throat, you stand onto your two feet before brushing yourself off.

“Thanks, Taehyung.” You purse your lips before nudging him. Upon hearing whispering, you’re practically speedwalking out of the library, currently embarrassed.

“What was that about love? Were you hoping for a kiss?” Taehyung chuckles before chasing after you. You walk past the fountain before feeling a tug at your wrist, twirling you around to meet his gorgeous face.

“What are you doing Taehyung?” You scrunch your nose out of confusion. He grins before bringing his other hand to caress the side of your face.

“Meeting you at the fountain.” Gulping, you glance to the side, noticing how the water glistened as the fountain was running. Sighing, you take a step away from the man before taken aback at how he pulls you closer. “You’re not running away from me this time, love.”

“Taehyung, stop-” You meekly speak, avoiding his eyes by looking towards the ground.

“Y/n.” His voice was soothing as he lifted your chin with his finger, your eyes finding his. He slowly brings his face closer before you glance to the side, noticing how others watch you two as your face begins to flush red. Gently pushing his chest, you inhale sharply before squeaking.

“I have to... go.” Giving him one last look, you notice him lick his lips before you turn on your heel, walking away from him. You rush back home, quickly greeting Namjoon before heading straight to your room. Heated, you're in bed overly thinking about your interaction with Taehyung. “Don’t fall for another man, Y/n. It’s not worth another heartbreak.” You mutter to yourself before sitting up from your bed, sighing deeply.

...

Once the weekend comes around, you’re found back at the Alpha Sigma Phi mansion, in the back kitchen to be exact. You’re rushing back in forth between the island and oven, placing sheets of cookie dough into the oven for it to bake. This all started when Namjoon approaches you to ask for a favor.

“Hey, Y/n? Do you think you can help bake cookies for Jimin’s frat fundraiser?” Joon asks, making you pause from your reading and look up from the book.

“A cookie fundraiser?” You scrunch your nose as your brother nods.

“I would help but cooking isn’t my forte.” He laughs dryly before you shake your head, reminded of his burnt “masterpieces”.

“Fine, I’ll help,” you groan, “but what do I get in return?”

“Dozens of leftover cookies, for free to be exact.” Namjoon grins as you roll your eyes before laughing.

“I guess that’ll do.”

Rushing, you place an exact amount of cookies into a goodie bag before tying it up, placing it gently in a tray before seeing Jimin walk through the door. You can’t help but notice his slim, but built figure as he’s simply wearing a tucked-in white shirt and black jeans.

“How are we doing back here, Y/n?” He’s grinning, holding a clipboard in hand.

“I think we’re doing alright. Just recently put a new batch into the oven. How are we doing out there?” You ask before he chuckles.

“There are a lot more people than what we expected,” Jimin breathes deeply, lifting up a couple of his sheets before looking back up to you, “barely anyone shows up to our cookie fundraisers, I wonder why today?” Both shrugging to one another, you’re called for by another helper before sighing. “I guess this is my cue to go.” Jimin smiles sheepishly before you nod. He waves you goodbye before heading out, as you do the same, getting back to help out. After a good hour passes by, you’re told by another that you’re finally on break. You head towards the back of the large mansion, making your way to the patio and to your surprise, it’s empty.

“I guess everyone’s busy at the front of the house.” Standing alone, you’re drawn to the large pool before walking over to it. “I guess dipping my feet for a bit won’t hurt.”

Taking off your shoes, you place it aside before seating yourself at the ledge of the pool, dipping your feet into the cool water. Smiling to yourself, you look up into the cloudy sky, glad you wore shorts before feeling the wind lightly push against your skin as you slowly paddle your feet in the crystal clear water.

Sighing deeply, you’re ready to leave before someone sits beside you, dipping their feet into the water.

“Something on your mind?” Surprised, you turn your head to see Jimin seated next to you.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just stressed with school lately.” You clear your throat before putting on a smile.

“Alright, just making sure.” He grins before lifting his head, closing his eyes as the sun shines on his face. Gulping, you couldn’t help but awkwardly stare at his glowing face before he peaks to you with one eye. “Watching me in awe, Y/n?”

“No.” You blurt before looking away, hiding your tinted pink face. Hearing him laugh, you can’t help but be curious as to what his next move is, so you turn your head slightly to check on him. Your eyes widen as his face is unexpectedly close to yours.

“Are you watching me in awe now, Y/n?” He smirks as you’re now holding your breath. His hand wraps around your waist before he opens his mouth to speak once again. “Do you have your phone with you?”

Subconsciously, you shake your head before realizing his words, pulling your head back to see him slyly smiling. “Do I what?”

“Good.” He’s grinning, and before you realize, Jimin pulls you into the pool. Making it to the surface, you wipe away the water from your face before being held in Jimin’s arms.

“What was that for?” You frown, subconsciously wrapping your arms and legs around the man as he supports you.

“I was just trying to make you less stressed, Y/n.” He smiles before you splash him with water, a laugh coming out from you soon after. “Oh, it’s payback time.” He furrows his brow, making you let go of him and swim away in excitement. He’s chasing after you, splashing you as much as you can, while you do the same back. Catching your hand. he pulls you closer to him as his other hand rests on your lower back. You catch your breath as he leans closer. Tilting his head, he brushes his lips against yours before stopping at the voice of someone calling your name.

“Y/N! You’re back on duty.” Namjoon calls out from the patio, making you step away from Jimin.

“I’ll be there in a bit.” Shouting back, you face back to Jimin before clearing your throat.

“Go ahead, I’ll be there shortly since my break is over as well.” He softly smiles before letting go of you. Biting your bottom lip, you listen to him. After getting out of the pool you realize how cold the breeze actually was but before walking away, you hear Jimin whisper, “meet me in my room for some spare clothes.” Smiling to yourself, you make your way back to the patio as Namjoon looks at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell were you doing in the pool?” Your brother’s slight aggression angers you as you push past him. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“To get a spare change of clothes.” You grunt, opening your arms to sarcastically show your brother that you were drenched. Namjoon groans before walking into the house from behind you, telling you to hurry up as orders increased.

You’re now found in Jimin’s lone room, waiting for the man who almost kissed you in the pool. Ignoring the fact that you were freezing, due to being drenched and the air conditioning being turned on, you turn to face the door as it opens and closes quickly. Meeting Jimin’s eyes, he slowly makes his way over to stand in front of you. After some silence is exchanged with one another, you’re both completely kissing each other passionately. His hands were supporting you from the back as you cupped both sides of his cheeks, tilting your head as he presses his lips against yours harder. What seems like forever comes to an end when you picture his girlfriend, Aika, who sweetly greeted you the other day.

Pulling away, you avoid his eyes before taking a step back, “Jimin, stop.” Confused at your action at first, he sighs before agreeing.

“Right, let me get you some clothes.” He goes into his closet, disappearing for a couple of minutes before greeting you in a new set of clothes. “Here you go. I’ll leave you to change alone but when you’re done, it’s time to work again.” He softly chuckles before heading out, waving you goodbye yet again. Biting your inner cheek, you can’t help but feel guilty at what had just happened. Jimin has a girlfriend and yet, you’re making out with him in his bedroom. Shaking your head at the thought, you choose to forget it, changing as quickly as possible before heading back into the kitchen, only to get scolded by Namjoon. The fundraiser event is long, but you’re somehow enjoying it. After packing the last goodie bag, you stretch your arms out before Jimin and Namjoon walk into the kitchen together.

“And we’re done with the event! Thank you all for coming out to help, we couldn’t have done it without you guys.” Jimin exclaims as others cheer joyfully. Smiling, Jimin makes eye contact with you before you look away shyly.

“Feel free to take some cookies home because surprisingly, we have some leftovers.” Namjoon laughs, along with everyone else before they began to clean up. Walking over to the rather large closet, you squint, searching for the countertop spray before noticing it was on the highest shelf. Sighing, you stand on the balls of your feet, doing your best to reach before a hand reaches out further, grabbing it away from you. Frowning, you turn to find Jimin cornering you in the closet.

“Jimin, we can’t do this.” You sigh before he straightens himself out.

“Do what? I’m just helping you out, Y/n.” He smirks, handing you the spray bottle as you scrunch your nose.

“Well, if that’s all, then thank you Jimin” You retort before walking past him, quite disappointed that he didn’t bring up the current situation. After heading back to the others, the cleanup job is done as everyone begins to head home. Sending people off, you’re one of the last to leave as you did come to the event with Namjoon.

“Thank you both. Without you two, I wouldn’t have known what to do with the overbearing orders today.” Jimin chuckles as you’re standing in front of the entrance, Namjoon by your side. With a smile, Jimin goes in to give your brother a hug. Inhaling sharply, knowing it your turn next, Jimin makes his way over to you before you’re wrapped around his arms, warm in his hold. Pulling away, Jimin grins to you both before Namjoon tugs at your shirt, hurrying you along. Without exchanging words, you give Jimin a firm smile before exiting the house, rushing to Namjoon’s car with the basket of cookies in your hand.

“What were you doing in the pool anyways, Y/n?” Namjoon curiously asks as you’re looking out the window.

“I just wanted to take a dip into the pool.” Your voice is soft as you partially lie.

“Okay, but it could’ve waited until after the event.” He sighs.

The fact that Namjoon doesn’t bring up Jimin surprises you, meaning that he couldn’t have seen Jimin there in the pool with you. You’re now wondering if your little interaction with Jimin had even happened. Brushing your fingers over your lips, you could only imagine what Jimin would have done next and how it could’ve caused much more problems in the future. Quiet throughout the whole car ride, you make it back home, hoping your small headache goes away.

The next day, you’re back at the library, doing your best to cram for your math exam with Cora by your side. After going over the study guide, given by your dear professor, Cora sighs before resting her head on the table.

“What’s the point of studying if I’m bound to fail the test anyway?” She whines before you chuckle, marking up the paper.

“Come on, have hope, my friend.” You nudge her gently before placing the sheets of paper in your folder. “Let’s get going, yea?”

Hearing her sigh once again, Cora lazily gets up before straightening her back, eyes wide as she spots something from a distance.

“Hey, Y/n, do you happen to know a handsome fellow named Taehyung?” Cora asks, her voice changing into a whisper.

“I guess so, why?” You hum, not looking away from packing your things, you feel her tug at your shirt, dividing your attention to face her.

“Looks like he’s coming over here?” Cora tilts her head in confusion before you peak from beside her, eyeing Taehyung making his way over to you.

“Okay, now it’s really time to go.” You urge, quickly placing your things in your bag as Cora agrees, packing up as well. Standing up, you’re brought to a stop as Taehyung as standing in front of you, halting you from leaving the small corner.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“Class.” Giving him a short and simple answer, he frowns before eyeing your friend.

“Cora, I didn’t know you hang out with Y/n?” He’s raising a brow before you realize that your friend is practically hiding behind you.

“Is there a problem with that?” Cora grumbles before Taehyung defeatedly raises his hands.

“Nothing’s wrong with that, Cora.” He spites, making you quirk a brow. You’re all standing in awkward silence before you break it with a sigh.

“Look, we have an exam to take,” you take Cora’s hand before walking around the still man, “if you want to talk, meet me at the fountain later.” You mock him before seeing a smirk light up from his face. Dragging Cora behind you, you walk away from Taehyung without looking back until you’re out of the library.

“Well, that was awkward.” Cora states as you’re both stopped in place. Letting go of her hand, you take a deep breath before tucking the loose hairs scratching your face behind your ear.

“Want to tell me why you’re afraid of Taehyung?”

“What, afraid?” She scoffs before folding her arms. “I’m not afraid of that... intimidating man.” She nervously laughs before rubbing her nape. Raising a brow, you tilt your head trying to prompt her to speak.

“Fine, yes- I’m quite afraid of that man.” She groans before rolling her eyes.

“Why?”

“Why not? Despite his good looks, he’s a very greedy man and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants,” She pouts before linking her arm with yours. “Now, forget about him, let’s just get this exam over with and celebrate with pizza later!” Cora exclaims before dragging you along, heading straight to class to take the horrific exam.

As time passes, you’re shifting in your seat due to the uncomfortable cushion beneath you. Eyeing the clock, you rush the last few strokes from your pencil before flipping your test over, getting up from your seat and handing it over to your professor. Catching Cora’s attention, you point out into the hall, assuring her you’d wait for her as she nods silently. While waiting in the quite empty hallway, you notice a window propped open from afar, intriguing you as you walk over to it. Looking out from it, you happen to notice Taehyung sitting on the ledge of the fountain before meeting his eyes, a smile emitting from his lips as he walks over to you. Panicking, you glance back to your classroom door as it swings open hoping for Cora to walk out, but to your disappointment, she doesn’t.

“Love?” Taehyung’s soft voice startles you a bit, making you sharply turn your head to face him.

“Please stop scaring me.” You frown before he laughs.

“Sorry,” he apologizes before calming down, resting upon the window sill, “I thought we were supposed to meet in front of the fountain?” He quirks a brow, making you look away to avoid his eyes.

“I just finished taking my test and now I’m waiting for-” You’re cut off as Taehyung gently cups your cheek, making you directly face him, “Cora.”

“Did she say anything about me?” Oddly, his calming voice made you nervous.

“She’s just... intimidated by you, I guess.” You’re very breathy as he moves his hand to rest on the side of your face, subconsciously nuzzling into it.

“Y/n, why did you run away from me the other day?” Despite the glass stuck between you both, he’s quite close to you, his face closing in as his lips plant soft kisses on your cheek, trailing down to the open skin of your neck.

“I didn’t run.” You whisper, gulping as he begins to nibble onto your neck.

“Liar.” He chuckles, looking up to meet your dazed eyes before bringing his face to yours. “I’m willing to bet you’ll run away again once Cora comes out here.”

“What do you want from me, Taehyung?” You look away once again to avoid his eyes before hearing him chuckle. He removes his hand from your face, humming as he thinks.

“I want you, love.” He finally speaks. Taken aback, you purse your lips before bringing your hand up to poke his nose.

“You’ll have to try much harder if you want me then.” You tease him before watching Taehyung smirk. He catches your hand though, pulling it towards him before he places a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

“I’ll see you later then, love.” He grins before releasing your hand, walking away with his eyes on you before he turns a corner, vanishing from your sight.

“You know I saw all of that, right?” Clearing her throat, you turn to see Cora standing outside the room door with her arms crossed. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for all of that, Y/n?” Glancing back to the window, you face Cora before walking over to her.

“I don’t know what just happened.” Biting your bottom lip, Cora sighs before linking her arm once again with yours.

“Let’s go before fuckboy comes back and tugs at your heartstrings,” Cora remarks as you walk beside her, “and let’s also go get some pizza to eat because I’m starving.” As you both break out into laughter, Cora guides you to a closeby pizzeria in which she states has the best pizza on campus.

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drunkfrogg · 6 years

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disconnected | shawn mendes x reader

Note: gimme some shawn pls

It hit you hard. Since he left, you hadn’t been the same. You knew it, your friends knew it, hell everyone in the industry knew it. Even the press was all over it. Then again, how could they not be - two celebrities as famous as you and your ex boyfriend splitting up? Of course they would be all over you like vultures.

For the last three weeks, you hadn’t seen Shawn. Not on Twitter, not in the press, definitely not in person. He was completely off the radar. Then again, so were you. You’d not left your apartment unless you had an interview to promote your new movie, but other than that you had been completely out of sight.

Shawn hadn’t left a single text or call for the whole time, you didn’t know if he’d got on a flight to his hometown or what. He just seemed to vanish.

Today, you had another interview. By now, everyone had caught on that something wasn’t right between you both. There were stories by the press and online speculating if you’d both broken up, but no one knew for sure.

Jimmy Fallon had asked you to be a guest on his show for tonight, which you agreed to. After all, the late night show host was the easiest to get along with and was the one you always chose over the other late night shows.

“Tonight, we have the talented, fantastic actress here with us tonight,” he announced to his guests as you waited behind the curtain. “Give it up, for (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

Stepping out onto the stage, the whole audience roared with applause as you came out. For a moment or two, you grinned and waved at them, before soon striding towards Jimmy. He offered you his hand as he helped you up the few stairs, your heels clinking against the floor as you arrived at your seat.

He pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you gently. After pulling away, he allowed you to sit in the chair opposite his desk as he took a seat in his chair. A smile was pulling at his lips.

“(Y/N), it’s great to see you again,” he was sincere in his words. “How have you been since the last time you came on here?” He asked.

The question was an easy one to brush over. “I’ve been alright Jimmy, busy as always,” miserably missing the man you let walk away.

He nods along, either not wanting to push you for the truth or just not wanting to make you uncomfortable after the news coverage of your possible split from Shawn.

“I bet you are, when’s the movie out?” He followed, leaning forward intently.

You replied immediately. “Tomorrow!”

He grinned. “I’m so excited!” He exclaimed, tapping his desk. “As soon as I saw this trailer, I lost my mind, here take a look,” he was clearly excited, gesturing to a screen for the audience to look at.

The trailer for you new movie was playing through the studio, the audience and Jimmy laughing at certain parts. It was a hilarious movie, in all fairness. This was your third big-time movie, which was expected to be the best of the last few years.

“Doesn’t it look amazing?” Jimmy was fully laughing, collecting himself as he kept spluttering out chuckles. “Alright, alright, ah,” he threw his hands up. “Excuse me as I laugh my butt off,” he joked. “Ryan Reynolds is starring alongside you too,” he pointed out.

You nodded. “He is,” you confirmed with a chuckle as he was still collecting himself. “He was the best person to work with too, a really genuinely funny guy,” you added on as he wiped his eyes.

He jumped straight back in. “Isn’t he great?”

“He totally is, right?”

Jimmy and you chuckled as the audience laughed along.

“Have you met his wife, Blake Lively?” He asked.

Nodding, you glanced at the audience for a moment as you formed your words. “Oh yeah, she’s like the nicest person ever,” you gushed over your friend. “We were at the Grammy’s and we were on a table together,” you started a story, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

Jimmy leaned forward in his desk, pointing a finger at you. “Oh, is this where he and Andy Garfield kissed when you won your award?” He questioned with a wide grin.

The audience let out gasps and laughed. “Yeah they were on my table too so I thought the camera guy was recording me but he was actually recording them behind me making out,” you were trying to hold in your giggles.

“I remember that!” He was laughing loudly. “Man, that was like the most talked about thing for months.”

“Before they announced the award I was telling them like how nervous I was and stuff, then Ryan said picture everyone’s making out and too distracted so you don’t get scared,” you added.

Jimmy frowned. “What?” He was confused. “So he told you to imagine everyone in the crowd making out so you don’t get freaked out by everyone watching you?”

“Yeah, what happened to imaging everyone naked?” You giggled.

He let out “I know right?” You both shared a look together. “But did it work?”

“Oh God no, all I could think of was Leonardo DiCaprio and Hugh Jackman together,” you grinned as everyone else was cracking up. “I was looking down at Leo’s table almost the whole time,” you bit you lip. “Probably thought I was obsessed with him.”

Jimmy shrugged. “Who isn’t?”

“Amirite,” you shake your head, both of you high-fiving. “But yeah, Leo if you’re watching, everything in my speech was about you,” as soon as you said it, you knew you’d messed up.

In your speech, you thanked Shawn. You listed how much you appreciated him and how much you loved him and couldn’t wait for the rest of your lives together. This was a mistake, because now Jimmy had a way of asking about the both of you now.

You watched him hesitate. He had an obligation to ask questions that had to be asked, but at the same time he could see from the way you hadn’t mentioned Shawn at all - despite him being in the stories you were telling - that it wasn’t appropriate.

But he had to.

He reached his hand up to the back of his neck, leaning back slowly. “I know that... well, that you haven’t spoke about this publicly yet,” he was speaking slowly, almost cautiously. “But what is the situation with, uh, with Shawn?”

As soon as he said his name, you felt your body freeze. No doubt this would be picked apart by every single person who sees this interview. They’d insinuate on anything. But at the same time, how could you answer if you didn’t know yourself?

After an argument between the both of you, he said he needed to go. He left your apartment, you didn’t stop him. He didn’t come back, you didn’t go after him. Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Who really cares? What mattered was that neither of you had spoken in weeks, and you did’t know if he still cared or not.

“We,” your voice cracked. Coughing a few times, you focused on keeping your gaze high to not let the tears fill up in your eyes. “We’re just, uh, we’re just taking some time away from the cameras and all that for a while.”

Figuring that was the best way to not give anything away, all you could do was wait for Jimmy’s words. He’d either leave it or press further. You were dreading he’d do the latter.

Fixed on his conflicted expression, your heat dropped when he didn’t meet your eye. “Neither of you have been seen together since you both went out a few weeks back,” he looked like he didn’t want to be rude, but that he needed to ask anyways.

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath. “We’re both just, erm,” you cleared your throat, sitting up in your chair as you crossed your legs. “We’re just taking a break from social media and all that,” you tried to keep your answer as loose as possible.

“Is there anything you’d like to say about the rumours that you’ve split?” He asked.

By now, the audience was silent. Not a single noise in the studio besides your heart pounding in your chest. It was either going to explode from the nerves, or break from the pain of not having Shawn by your side anymore.

“Not really,” you shook your head. “It’s all just speculation, really, we’re just taking some time to ourselves,” you shrugged, before realising that you’d just implied that you both were on a break.

Jimmy jumped in too quickly. “Time to yourselves? Are you not together anymore?”

If you looked tense before, you couldn’t imagine how you looked now. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you painted a collected and charming smile on your face. “Everyone just needs to calm down, we’re fine we just want time for ourselves - he’s just finished his tour and I’ve just wrapped the movie up, y’know?”

Jimmy let it slide after then. He was back to his chirpy self and his casual questions and games. It ran smoothly after that for the next half hour, before you had finished the show and left the stage.

Once you arrived at you dressing room, you shut the door. Leaning your forehead against the door, you kept your eyes closed as you took deep breaths. Talking about Shawn hurt, everything in your body was aching from your head to your heart, just wanting the man you loved back in your arms.

“I missed you.”

Jumping in shock, you spun around, eyes wide in panic. In front of you on the couch, he was slumped in the chair, an unreadable expression you’d never seen on him before. His eyes were already locked on yours, but they looked drained and tired.

Frozen in shock, you couldn’t move. Stuck in your place, a million and one things were flooding your mind. He noticed, too.

Slowly, he stood up, his mouth opening and closing. He looked desperate to say so many things, but said nothing at all.

Exchanging longing glances at each other, weeks of unnecessary pain and stress clearly taking it’s toll on you both. He had dark circles under his eyes, as did you but yours were covered by the makeup artists.

“I missed you,” he repeated, his words barely audible. “I came as soon as I seen the show,” he now took a few slow, hesitant steps forward.

You couldn’t say anything. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug you’d been longing for. His arms held you close to him straight away, holding you as close as he could.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his chest. “I wish we never argued, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I shouldn’t have left I should’ve stayed.”

You pulled back. “I should’ve stopped you.”

“I should have came back.”

After staring at each other for a few moments, you both chuckle.

Shawn’s eyes met yours again. His hand slowly trailed up your side, fingers brushing along your jawline. They press gently against the skin, leaning closer to you. Tilting your head up, you meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his.

Lasting a few long moments, he pulls back slowly, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you pressed your lips against his again.

He took your hand, picking up your phone from the counter where you’d left it before you went on the show. Fingers laced with yours, he guided you out of the studio, towards the car waiting for you outside.

Flashes of cameras caught you both by surprise once you’d left the building. Each one snapping pictures of you both manoeuvring through the crowd to get to the car that Shawn had drove in. He led you past them before helping you into the car, before climbing into his side.

“You okay?” He checked, taking your hand in his, resting it on his leg.

You nodded, smiling at him. “I’m all good, are you?”

Shawn nodded. “I’m always good when you’re here,” he winked.

You scoffed lightly as you both glanced back at the paparazzi who were still trying to get pictures of you both. He sighed. “Guess we’re still going to be all over Twitter tomorrow,” he joked.

“Shawn and (Y/N) back together, I can see it on the trending page,” you chuckled.

He let out a laugh, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek. “We never weren’t a thing,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to yours. “Love you.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

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