BAD FOR BUSINESS ⠀—⠀ DANIELA AVANZINI ⠀
🪽 【 BAD FOR BUSINESS 】 we look good in photographs. i like the way you always laugh at dirty jokes.
IN WHICH ...⠀ㅤ❛⠀you’ve made it your mission to forget about ever dating your fellow member, daniela avanzini, again after your guys' break up. though it's proven to be hard when rumors spread like wildfire.
(MASTERLIST.) ☆ ex!daniela avanzini x 7thmember!fem extra. ✶ 1099WORDS. ㅤfluffㅤ part smau i lowkey ran out of room to add pics… so the rest is in writing bc of that😕
dani 😛: i can see ur live ended 😒
y/n: I JUST ENDED THE LIVE??
y/n: u must want me soooo bad😂😂🤣🤣
dani 😛: ur one step closer to being blocked x
dani 😛: anyway come to the living room i reheated ur rice. bc u were sooo busy doing a live instead of eating w ur FAVORITE roommate.
both you and dani knew your guys' names were trending all over the internet. yet again. neither of you two were new to rumors—being famous practically meant living in a glass box whether you liked it or not. even the smallest things—matching clothes, rings, anything—meant dating rumors were to be circulating.
you can only hope she doesn't bring them up, considering you two were just a few months back into being friends again.
you rush your way to the kitchen, finding daniela donned in a white threadbare long sleeve. a small smile stretched your lips as you watch her scroll on her phone mindlessly, her eyes immediately lighting up the moment she tilts her head up to meet your gaze.
“i was starting to think you forgot about me,” she sighs theatrically, as if she was truly offended; but the wolffish grin on her lips tell you otherwise. the latina pats the seat beside her on the couch, beckoning for you to sit.
you oblige, taking the seat next to daniela. a soft chuckle leaves your lips, “i could never forget about you, dani.” a faint heat brushes over your ears as you realize what you just said, and she catches it instantly. that bright, genuine smile you've always loved, ghosts over her lips, her eyes sharp and amused.
silence stretches between you two for a fleeting moment, both of you digging at the plates of rice the latina ordered.
the moment you hear a curse escape her lips, your eyes flick over immediately, watching her silently. she looks at you sheepishly, and your eyes dart to the reddened mark on her wrist.
“i just burned myself earlier,” she starts, “spilled boiled water on myself.” she watches a small smile tugs your lips, feeling complete relief at the sight of it.
“the same way you burned yourself from a curling iron?” you tease, nudging her shoulder. your hand curls around her wrist instinctively, your fingers delicately rubbing over the red spot.
daniela scoffs, laughing dryly, “funny, haha. and anyway you were the one who said it was on its lowest setting!” she protests, but she nonetheless lets you run your fingertips over the burnt skin, and all the feelings she's pushed to the back of her mind to prioritize your guys' friendship now resurface.
“i remember you were wailing that entire night,” you say bluntly, “basically begging me to kiss it better.” and that quiet chuckle that leaves your breath makes the warmth spread through daniela's heart enough for her eyes to soften.
she rolls her eyes. “nonsense.”
a few moments pass in silence, the scent of the latina's perfume filling your nose, and it reminds you of how close you two were now—your side pressed up against hers.
“i’m glad we’re okay now though,” daniela suddenly speaks up, voice soft and so intoxicating. everything about daniela avanzini is intoxicating—from the comfort her warmth brings you, to the way she always says the perfect things to you. and it's all enough for you to let her act like this. to act like you two were together again.
you knew she wanted you again, and she knew you wanted her.
you can't help the smile that creeps up on you. “we were always okay,” you reassure her, your hand twitching—about to brush up against hers. and when it does, your heart stutters almost immediately.
“i missed you,” she murmurs, and her words are painfully soft. “i know it’s dumb to say it now, especially when i never made an effort to rekindle with you after the break-up, even though we’re roommates.” she doesn’t inch closer to you, afraid that you’ll pull away if she does, so she settles on letting them rest on her bouncing leg.
you don't even notice the way your hands were shaking until the latina holds your wrist gently, the touch all too familiar. “i missed you too,” you mutter breathlessly, and her cheeks heat at your words.
her fingertips trace soft circles on your wrist—the same way you did for her previously. it’s all slow, and gentle, and it’s enough to completely unwind you. the weight of your guys' past now presses down onto you, and your body fully relaxes against her tender touch.
“can i tell you something?” you exhale, your fingers interlocking with daniela's instinctively. her body goes rigid at the action, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes.
she nods, barely noticing how close you two were until she feels your breath fan against yours. “please, tell me.”
“i think i’m still in love with you,” you whisper.
everything makes daniela's skin burn with memories of you two, and she takes in a quiet breath. her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, lips parted in an attempt to answer.
and when daniela does, her hand cups the back of your neck. “i know,” she grins against your lips, her eyes drooping down to them—almost as if she were asking for permission.
of course, you nod, and she presses her lips against yours fervently. every brush of her ridiculously gentle hands pull you in deeper against her, as your nose bumps against hers every few seconds by accident.
and when your breath hitches, she doesn't stop—only kisses you slower and feverishly. only when both your chests' heave for a breath do you both pull away. her thumb grazes your cheek now before kissing your cheek and the bridge of your nose.
“i hope you know i’ve never stopped loving you,” daniela finally mutters, voice low and dulcet against your ear. her hand glides up and down the back of your neck, her heart pounding too fast for someone who was so calm.
you don’t respond, just melting against her body. neither of you have to say anything, because you and the latina knew it: that you two were still hopelessly in love with each other. daniela raises her wrist, gesturing for you to kiss it better, and you do, planting a tender kiss against the burnt skin. she feels the warmth that radiates from your body, and by then, daniela knows she's yours, and that you're hers.