the aouad x reader tag is filled with so much angst and I hate every second of it. guys when I said I needed fanfic I MEANT FLUFF AND HAPPINESS AND SMILES!! THE SHOW IS ALREADY DEPRESSING I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT IN MY FANFIC PLEASEEEE đđđđđđđđđđ
warnings: swearing, lighthearted fighting & arguing, slight making out/kissing and awkward idiot activities /hj
synopsis: you and gyeongsu were best friends. the best of friends and the best of enemies. you loved each other as much as you couldnât stand one another. one simple summer day, you stole his so-called breakfast, and⊠somehow ended up with a boyfriend.
a/n: hi to the fellow people who love gyeongsu ure welcome /hj no but i love him sm fr . my boy
Hyosan high school was a fine place.
It wasnât ideal. No school was ideal, if you thought about it. The core problem would always be people. People were mean, people bullied, people insulted. People were teachers who didnât care enough, people were students who lacked empathy, people were the higher-ups in charge of the educational system, people were the ones who turned away from the worst parts of the school.
But people were also your friends, for a few.
The sun was shining on Hyosan. today. It was bright and glowing, announcing the beginning of summer. You ran through the entrance of the school, laughing hysterically as Gyeongsu chased behind you.
âCome back here, you fucker!â he yelled breathlessly, desperately trying to reach out his hand to grab your backpack. You dodged each and every of his attempts at doing so, while laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. You accidentally bumped into someone and excused yourself, before continuing to run.
â[name]!â you heard Daesu yell. You looked over your shoulder and nodded in response. He grinned and pointed towards you. âHe took a shortcut!â
âHuh?â you exhaled out a bit loudly, staring at him in confusion as you slowed down a bit. Suddenly, someone grabbed your backpack and pulled you backwards.
You turned around and came to an abrupt stop in your steps, realizing you were now faced with Gyeongsu. He was panting, holding onto both of your shoulders as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at you. âYou!â
âWhat?!â you exclaimed. He pointed his index finger in the middle of your face and you moved back.
âYou stole my fucking breakfast!â
âYou call that your breakfast?â you scoffed, holding up a bag of chips, âBecause I call it my breakfast!â
As soon as the words left your mouth, you ran off in another direction, ignoring his yelling behind you. You moved through the hallways of the school easily, turning every corner youâd see until youâd find your classroom. When the sign of class 2-5 came into your field of view, you took a sudden turn into the room and ran to your desk. You caught a glimpse of Gyeongsu as you hid the bag of chips under your desk, before casually leaning your head on your hand, arms crossed over the desk.
âYou littleââ
âQuiet down, please.â Namra said, and you both turned to her. She was holding one earbud in her hand as she sighed. You both nodded and muttered an apology, before slowly turning back towards your desk. You looked at eachother and you tried not to burst out laughing. Gyeongsu grabbed the chair of the seat in front of yours and pulled it closer to your desk, sitting on it and crossing his arms on the back of it. You pulled out your things from your backpack and ignored his intense stare.
âWhat.â
âMy breakfast.â
âNope.â
He swatted the side of your head and you scoffed exaggeratingly. âIs this how you treat your best friend?â
âYes, it is!â he exclaimed, before sulking. âGive me my chips.â
âNo. Maybe if you bought me breakfast, I wouldnât steal yours.â
He scoffed, straightening up. He leaned close to your face and lowered his voice. âDo you have a death wish? Because I donât, and Iâm gonna die from not eating my precious chips.â
You moved closer to his face. âPay me back for the time you stole my croissant.â
âNo.â
âThen theyâre my chips, as far as Iâm concerned.â
He scoffed in frustration and returned to his spot, leaning his head on his crossed arms.
âSo mean.â he pouted. âAnd maybe Iâd buy you breakfast if we were dating, or something.â
You raised an eyebrow as you pulled out the bag of chips, casually opening it and throwing one in your mouth. âReally?â
âMhm.â he hummed, not looking at you.
You threw more chips in you mouth. âReally?â
âYes! Okay?!â he exclaimed, turning to look at you with wide eyes.
âQuiet down, please.â Namra said, and you shoved a handful of chips in Gyeongsuâs mouth. He stared at you with his cheeks full and you tried not to laugh.
âOkay. Then letâs date. And weâll share our breakfasts or buy each other some. Good?â
He slowly munched on the chips, staring at you with a squint. You raised your eyebrows in question. He looked away, as if in thought, before looking back at you. He swallowed the chips and nodded. âGood. Letâs date.â
You smiled. âGood.â
The teacher walked into the class and everyone hurried to their seats. Gyeongsu got up from the chair he was sitting on and left to his seat, not without giving you his middle finger and you mouthing him a âfuck offâ. You both grinned in amusement.
Break came around.
You yawned and stretched your arms up, before sighing. Youâd been waiting for the moment classes would end the entire morning. Truth be told, everyone in the classroom noticed how many times you and Gyeongsu glanced at each other. It was very obvious, and you were well aware of it.
You stood up and nodded towards him. âGyeongsu-ya!â you exclaimed, and he nodded in response. You smiled. âOne croissant. And then the vending machine.â
Then you walked out, ignoring the very obvious gossiping of your classmates. Gyeongsu followed suit as fast as he could. âWait up!â
You waited for him at the vending machine. It was warm, today. Not too much, just enough. It felt nice. You hummed to yourself and leaned against the vending machine, closing your eyes. You heard footsteps approaching but it no mind.
âI got your damn croissant.â
You stayed silent, smiling to yourself.
âYouâ Hey.â you heard him sigh, before his footsteps walked towards you. He poked your cheek several times. â[name]. Idiot. Fucker. Bitchass. I got your damn croissant. Now you owe me a bag of chips.â
You ignored him.
It was funny to you, annoying him. Getting on his nerves was one of the funniest things ever. It brought you great joy, reallyâ
He kissed you.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but slowly closed back again.
His hand came up to hold the side of your face and he tilted his head, his other hand clearly dropping the bag he held on the ground to hold the other side of your face. You sighed and held onto his uniform sweater, finger tightening around the fabric as you backed up against the vending machine behind you. He was warm. It was warm. Everything was too warm now. He pulled away to breathe and was quick to come back to your lips, leaving you barely any time to take some oxygen in. Your throat let out a sound akin to a whine and you felt him smile against your lips.
He eventually pulled away, hands sliding down to your shoulders, and then to your waist. You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows as he only smiled in triumph.
âAre you still ignoring me?â he asked teasingly, tilting his head closer to your face. You followed his movement with your eyes and clicked your tongue.
âYouâre so fucking dumb and I hate you.â you said, âWhy the fuck are you a good kisser?â
He seemed to freeze for a second before coughing and moving away. â⊠I am?â
You stared at him blankly before sputtering out a laugh and hitting his arm. âYou fucking are, you moron. Goddamn.â you sighed as you turned away to look at the vending machine. You pressed a button and paid for a bag of chips, quickly taking it and throwing it in your⊠now-boyfriendâs hands. You looked over at him. He was slightly red and you resisted the urge to tease him further. Quite frankly, he couldâve had the upper hand on the teasing. The kiss was unexpected and⊠Good. Nice.
Now that you thought about it you felt your own face heating up. Shit. You turned away.
You guys were dating.
âOf course I am.â he laughed, scoffing a bit to hide his embarrassment, âWhat else would you expect? Iâm just that⊠that, um, great.â
âYeah.â
âYeah.â
Silence.
Then your head banged against the glass of the vending machine. Gyeongsu did not question it. He, himself, wanted to hit his head against the stone wall of the school.
as embarrassing as it is for me to say, I'm very upset with the lack of 'All Of Us Are Dead' fanfiction. WHERE ARE THE GYEONG-SU FANFICS AND SIMPS??! PLEASE REVEAL URSELF AND ALL THE DELICIOUS WRITING YOU HAVE UNDET UR SLEEVES! I BELIEVE IN YOUUUUU!!!!
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