hc: mello has hearing / eyesight loss in his left eye / ear from the explosion. also, hair doesn't grow from the that side of his head. the bob got shaggier and longer to cover that up. he is very insecure about the scar that's why he started wearing long-sleeves, hooded coats, big ass glasses that cover half his face. even when he is standing he tends to put a hand over that side of his face or lower that shoulder as if to make it smaller/hide it. oh mello, you will never be not beautiful to me...
warnings. this is a 18+ work, minor's buzz off. smut, fluff, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.
author's note. I told all of you it was coming. i just needed to get this out of my system. so like, here's my Brian O'Conner smut fic. and i guess for reference, this is like during the second movie when Brian is in Miami. k bye.
This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. Not one bit.
You were supposed to race, win, then go home with your cash.
What wasn't supposed to happen was the fourth not showing up. What wasn't supposed to happen was Tej calling Brian O'Conner. What wasn't supposed to happen was Brian winning the damn race. And what definitely wasn't supposed to happen was you going home with Brian.
But here you were, head thrown back as Brian was eating you out. Blonde locks threaded in between your fingers, tugged on periodically. Moans were pouring from your lips, Brian not letting up no matter how hard you pulled.
"Fuck, Bri," you whimpered.
He was staring up at you, bright blue eyes locking with yours. A flick from his tongue had you breaking eye contact, rolling your head back. The barely comfortable sheets were tight in your free hand. Brian's arms were under your legs, hands on your hips to hold you in place. The thick Floridian air was making sweat permeate on the both of you.
"Tell me what you want," Brian said before lapping at your cunt again.
"What I want is for you to fuck me," you replied with a bit of bite.
Brian rolled his eyes while he sucked on your clit, hard. Your hand tightened almost painfully in his hair. You propped yourself up with one elbow to watch Brian. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming unbearable. This slinky racer had you on the edge of pleasure, giving you just enough to keep you there and not push you over.
"Come on, Brian," you whined.
Brian smirked against your cunt and decided to give you what you wanted. His tongue worked over your clit feverishly. The feeling made you drop your head back, knowing this was it.
The tightness in your abdomen snapped, pleasure washing over you. Brian's hands held your hips in place, stopping them from pressing against him too hard. Moans were falling from you, head rolling back and forth on the bed. Brian tongue didn't seem to stop, making your legs start to quiver.
"Brian, please!" You yelped, the sensations becoming too much.
The plea did its job. Brian removed himself from your lower half. He climbed up your body, diligent placed kisses on your skin the whole way up. You smashed your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips. A moan left you while your tongue roamed his. His hair was tight between your fingers.
"That enough for you?" Brian smiled against your lips.
A hand came up to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes after he broke the kiss. Your hands had moved to his shorts, unbuckling them as quick as you could. Brian let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours.
"And here I thought you didn't want to see me tonight," Brian kissed you again.
"I didn't," you started pushing his shorts and boxers down, "plan on losing either."
Brian groaned when you took him in your hand. Each stroke had him placing a kiss to your skin. Your neck, cheek, shoulder, chest, it didn't matter what body part. Brian just needed you, craved you.
Neither of you could wait anymore. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Brian groaned when his cock rubbed your cunt. The spit and cum from him eating you out made the perfect lubricant for him. The head of his cock would periodically catch against your entrance as he rutted his hips.
"Brian, if you don-" The head of his cock slipped into you, stopping your words mid sentence.
"If I don't what?" Brian asked with a smirk.
All you could respond with was a moan as he pushed deeper into you. Finally his hips were completely flush with your own, cock completely shoved inside of your cunt. You clenched around him, eliciting a groan from him. Eventually his hips started moving, thrusting in and out of you.
The rhythm was sensual yet quick. He was hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had your whole body clenching. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close while he rammed into you. His hands were kneading your ass and sides. You couldn't keep your mind straight, thinking about all the different sensations.
Brian was nuzzled into your neck, placing soft wet kisses where ever he could. The occasional nip had you moaning loudly. He pulled back for a moment, looking down at you. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek as he went in for a bruising kiss. During the kiss his thrusts became more powerful, pushing you over the edge.
He kept thrusting in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as he could. Once it subsided, he thrusted only a few more times only to pull out and come on your stomach. The groans that he produced while coming were gorgeous. He held you carefully, trying to keep the cum from getting on himself.
Eventually, he got up and searched down a hand towel to clean you up with. He wet it before giving it to you, letting you clean yourself up. He knew that's what you preferred to do anyways, no matter how many times he tried to be gentlemanly about it. Brian found an old pair of basketball shorts on the floor, putting them on before searching a clean t-shirt for you. You happily accepted the t-shirt, slipping it on then finding your underwear to put on.
"I take it you're staying then?" Brian asked as he got on the bed next to you.
"You did take my money tonight, the least you can do is let me stay," you placed a kiss to his cheek.
Brian smiled at you.
"Hey, a race is a race," Brian playfully argued.
"I never disagreed with that," you said while cuddling into him.
"Isn't this enough of a prize?" Brian joked while gesturing to himself.
"Are you calling yourself the loser's prize?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow up.
In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, your family marries you off to Light Yagami. Your childhood best friend L thinks there's something more to him -- could he be right?
Light Yagami, L x Reader
NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure
CW: Noncon/Dubcon, Emotional Abuse
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🎮interactive fanfic "My Future Husband, the Serial Killer?" by snotgirl
📖 Episode 1 of ?
Hello!!! Could you please write hcs of Mello having a crush on a geek reader? Like the reader is very into anime, manga, and videogames and is very passionate about it. Have a good day ( ╹▽╹ )!
༒︎ Mixed Media Mayhem ༒︎
Includes - Mello/Mihael Keehl
Content Warnings - N/A
Notes - Ignore how much of a tsundere I made him in this...
Mello is so embarrassed by his own crush on you, both because he thinks you're a giant nerd and also because he begrudgingly thinks that it's very cute.
He's already used to Matt's incoherant ramblings, so hearing yours is no different. At least that's what he tells himself as he sits there red faced listening to you eagerly talk about the game you just finished playing.
He could listen to you talk for hours. It's your passion about whatever subject you're talking about that makes him so inclined to listen. He loves how animatedly you talk about your favorite video game, or anime, or whatever it is that you're obsessed with now.
Totally acts like he never pays attention to what you say, but gives it away entirely when the two of you go to the store and he points at one of the windows, asking you, "Hey, isn't that that one character you like?"
Additionally, he will buy you things based on what media you're into. New anime that you just got into and really love? He just bought you the first three manga volumes. You finished playing a video game and absolutely loved it? Don't mind that he bought merch of the characters that just came out.
Again, he will adamantly deny that he bought it because it reminded him of you, or because he has feelings for you. Instead, he tells you that he just so happened to come across it, or that they were giving it away or something.
Mello is smart and, unfortunately, very good at retaining things. Sometimes when Matt talks about the same video game you just finished playing he'll just nod and say, "Yeah, I knew that already." Matt grills him and asks where he learned it from, but he won't ever tell.
100% backseat games. He always acts like he doesn't pay attention to whatever you're playing, but still stands at least a foot away from you as he questions the decisions you make in-game and tries to direct you on where to go.
Claims that he doesn't like anime and that it's corny as hell, but folds almost instantly once you doze off and lean your head on his shoulder mid-episode.
Mello likes to watch you while you play games or read. There's just something so endearing about the way your eyebrows knit together in intense concentration, and the way you react when something big happens.
Sometimes when you're explaining the lore of whatever you're interested in, you'll lean in close to him to show him just what you mean. You don't notice the way his face flushes at the newfound proximity.
He secretly loves it when you find two chracters from whatever media you're consuming and tell him, "look, they're just like us." He loves it even more if the characters are implied to have feelings for each other, or if they're in a relationship.
Won't ever match pfps with you though. No matter how much you beg and try to convince him, he won't do it. He thinks it's stupid, but it's also because he sees it as something that only couples do.
Is totally not jealous at all if you get along well with Matt, and bond over your video games and manga. The whole thing is dumb and childish anyways, he doesn't need to worry about it. (He will)
If Mello ever decides to man up and confess to you, he does it in a way he knows you'll love. He probably has Matt help him code something small, a very quick rpg maybe, and at the end his little character sprite confesses to you, and you have the option to accept his confession, or reject him. Obviously, there's only one correct answer here. And, as you accept his confession, his smiles at you, both relieved and victorious all at once.
i’m in so deep with mellodramattic that sometimes when people bring up L or Light when talking about death note im seriously like… oh yeah those guys were there too
Something that often bothers me within the death note fandom is how near and L are constantly talked about in relation to them either looking alike or being father and son, yet mello and L almost never are involved in this conversation. I just think it’s so odd that we rarely talk about them considering that mello was actually the only wammys child that had ever met L in person and L had shared the details of the labb with him. I just think it’s really interesting, I’d love to have known more about their relationship but you can only wish for so much.
request! ; “hi can u do light having a lovey dovey (?) call w reader on speaker while he’s w the police department (i forgot how they’re called i haven’t watched death note in a long time) and they can hear everything 👀👀 LMAOO”
pairing : light yagami x fem!reader
word count : 0.8k
illi’s notes : i’m so sorry but i just cannot physically fathom the idea of light speaking truly lovey dovey and romantic to his gf—even more so on the phone with the task force listening…so i tried my best to honor your request while also staying in character! i’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to your expectations, anon </3
“It’s…my girlfriend.” Light muttered beneath his breath, a visible sign of irritation forming between his brows the moment he saw your name pop up on his screen.
Light—to popular speculation actually does love you, dotes on you from time to time, and overall appreciates the efforts you put into the relationship you both share, but in that moment? Where L had seemed to be more annoying than usual? He was at his wit’s end.
And you only added fuel to the fire.
“Girlfriend?” L murmured, knees to his chest with the tip of his thumb to his lip—the only one sitting the most abnormally compared to the rest of the task force seated in headquarters.
“Huh…I didn’t think you’d have one, Light. Perhaps we should put her on the phone?”
Would his percentage of being kira multiply if he said no? Would L question him? Corner him while he was this easily irritable—vulnerable?
“Unless you have something to hide?” L smiled ever so slightly, that unsettling twist of his lips just plain creepy.
Damn L…
“No, of course not…”
With a simple tap against the bright green button on his phone, your voice rang out, catching the attention of almost—if not all the members of the task force. At least Mogi, Ide, and Aizawa had the decency of pretending not to listen—Matsuda, clueless as he is blankly stared like a child. The moron…
“Light!” The sound of you was equally heart-warming and bothersome, your cheery, bright tone causing a few eyes to widen. Who knew Light’s girlfriend would be so…chipper? A complete contrast to him. It was like a kitten dating a tiger.
“Hey, I’m working right now…I don’t have much time to talk. It’s best if we call later alright—“
“But you’re always busy with work nowadays.” You pouted through the screen, a small yet noticeable change in your voice. He could only take—only do so much with others listening in on him. Perhaps if you were alone the call would’ve gone a different direction…
“I miss you, Light. It seems like you’re so much more interested in work than you are with me.” You sighed, waiting for a reply just to be shut down with silence.
“Light? Hello?”
“I’m here…sweetheart, but as I said I’m busy—“
“So busy you can’t even kiss me goodbye anymore!?”
Light’s eyes shut harshly, internally cursing you—and L, who was currently staring holes into his back as well as the rest of the task force who inevitably couldn’t help themselves. It was human nature.
“I…”
“See? Speechless!” you huffed, sitting up in your bed, the sound of your body shifting against the soft sheets sending a small ripple of aggravation and desire through his spine. You were unknowingly killing him.
“I miss your lips, Light. Your sweet words…you don’t say anything nice like you used to..” You whispered, letting out another sound of exasperation.
“I…I love you. I do, and I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting…baby…and how the kira case has consumed our relationship. I’ll make it up to you soon, okay? Wherever you wanna go I’ll take you.” Light could only take so much, and your weak, fragile voice was the last thing it took to knock him down. He was a man of course, it was his biology.
“Really?!” The sound of the newfound excitement radiating from you made his shoulders relax, the others in the room disappearing temporarily. It was just you and him.
“Yes.”
“You’ll be home on time tonight too right?”
“I’ll…see what I can do.”
“Yay!! I love yousooomuch, Light! I’ll see you soon, okay?—Hey, wait—take your time today actually! Maybe I’ll have time to make you something before you get home!” You giggled, smiling as you popped up from bed, already making your way to the kitchen.
“I love you too. I’ll see you soon.”
“Mmwaah!” You sent an air kiss before hanging up the phone, happily skipping across the tiled floor. Now it’s time to think about where you want him to take you!
Light turned around, shoving his phone back into his pocket—his eyes looking over everyone. All their eyes on him.
“So sentimental.” Ryuk chuckled darkly beside him, that same expression of annoyance gracing Light’s features once again.
“Your girlfriend sure does sound sweet, Light!” Matsuda smiled, the carefree look on his face pushing Light to not even bother and say something to him. What an idiot…
“Thanks..”
“Yes, Light. What a caring partner you have, and…how emotional you are. I assumed you would’ve been more stoic and logical.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Ah, you saw through that didn’t you?” L deadpanned, a tiny trace of a smirk on his lips.
“Just forget this. It’s irrelevant now.” Light replied, “as you can see this was just an innocent conversation with my girlfriend, nothing more nothing less. May we move on to more important matters?”
“Hm, of course.” L mumbled, turning back around in his chair.
synopsis: As one of the Beach's leaders, you shouldn't be so obsessed with Arisu but you can't help yourself anymore. You have never felt such desire for someone like that before.
a/n: Divider made by @mfrgraphics I didn't know I could write something so dark like that until now but it was actually fun to try something different. I may write this as a series since their dynamics has a lot of potential. I'm not punishing myself anymore in writing everything in one go like before. I just can't do it anymore. I'm sorry for those who don't like it.
You were starting to get used to visiting that room — and as one of the leaders of the Beach, you knew you shouldn't.
By what should have been the third day, your feet already knew which direction to go without consulting your mind. You'd stopped sending subordinates to handle it, taking the task upon yourself despite your public reasoning about efficiency. The truth, tucked away where you didn't examine it too closely, was simpler: your ears longed to hear him. A voice. A mind that attracted you in ways you couldn't quite name — intellectually, addictively.
The doorknob turned with a familiar click, and you breathed something dangerously close to relief when you found him exactly as you'd left him yesterday. And how could he not be? Tied to that chair, wrists raw from testing ropes that wouldn't give, gagged with a black cloth cutting into the corners of his mouth. Arisu's struggles would amount to nothing but wasted energy. He didn't even lift his face at your arrival — probably disappointed that another day had passed without rescue, without escape, without anything but you.
It was wrong to feel this small bloom of happiness when a person was imprisoned against their will. You knew that. But when had the Beach ever felt so alive? It had been so long since anything had pierced through the gray static of your days. You'd chosen to settle here, built something resembling purpose, but living among the others eventually grew uncomfortable. Their noise. Their needs. Their endless, desperate grasping at hope.
But him —
Arisu was different. Arisu was quiet. Arisu didn't ask you for anything except, perhaps, to understand.
You closed the door behind you, sealing the two of you in the room's stale air and muted light. Your footsteps carried you to the immobilized boy, and you knelt before him with a gentleness that would have looked almost tender to anyone who didn't understand what this really was.
Damage control. That's what you'd told yourself at first. He'd stumbled too close to the Beach's secrets, and someone needed to contain the threat until the Hatter decided what to do with him. But somewhere between the first day and the third, the narrative had shifted. Now you came because the hours without him felt thinner. Emptier.
He still hadn't looked up.
You reached into your pocket and took out a small package — snacks one of your subordinates had scavenged from a convenience store during last night's rounds. Cheap things, the kind he'd probably eaten a thousand times in his old life. You held it out to him.
Arisu could refuse. He'd refused before, pride surviving even here. But the boy was surely hungry now. You could almost hear it in the silence between you — the hollow ache beneath his ribs, the body's quiet betrayal of the spirit.
"Ah, right," you murmured, feigning sweetness. He was tied to that chair and gagged. How could he say yes or no? How could he even accept your proposal even if he wanted to? How could he escape the palm of your hand if you didn't give him the opportunity? "I forgot you can't serve yourself." But of course, you hadn't forgotten any of those details.
Your fingers found the knot of the black cloth at the nape of his neck, and you undid it with deliberate, sadistic slowness, feeling the fabric give way, watching his breathing change as the fresh air touched the irritated skin around his mouth, while you felt your heart fill with sick excitement.
The cloth fell into his lap, and Arisu let out a raspy sigh, his jaw trembling from the effort of staying clenched for so long. His struggle just to breathe was something that enchanted you. Simply because of what you had put there and because you could put it back whenever you wanted.
But Arisu didn't speak. He didn't ask for water. He didn't scream for help. He just raised his eyes — and you saw the cold fury there, the calculated contempt of someone who still believed they had some advantage, or at least some kind of unshakable motivation. A motivation you hadn't unraveled. Yet. That was almost electrifying. It fried every neuron in your brain, trying to understand how he still wanted to be in a position to confront you.
Others had given in for so much less, but there, that human being didn't seem to fear you in the slightest. If he did, he was perfectly capable of hiding it. You sometimes wondered if Arisu wasn't a specialist in hearts and not diamonds, as you had associated many times in your head. If that were the case, it would be even more fun, since you were one too.
"Not going to say anything?" You tilted your head, a smug smile on your lips. It was like watching your new favorite toy.
He just held your gaze. His silence was louder than anything that could be said.
"Alright," you sighed, feigning disappointment, but still opening the pack of biscuits. "I'll speak for the both of us."
You opened the wrapper with equal slowness, as if you wanted him to observe the precious meal in front of him — as commercial and cheap as it was, but in a dystopian world like that, the simple was luxury — and took out a biscuit, bringing it to his mouth. The young man turned his face away, his brow furrowed beneath the messy dark strands. Ah, he was still fighting you. How exciting.
"No." Finally, he said something, his voice coming out hoarse, broken, against his own will.
The sound of his voice — that defiant tone even when shattered — made something tighten inside you. A hot excitement that rose from your belly and spread through your arms, your fingers, your eyes, through every small centimeter of your body. It was almost like a kind of mental orgasm.
"Finally," you whispered, and the smile that spread across your face was too wide, too distorted. "I thought you were going to ignore me forever, Arisu."
The cookie was still in your hand, intact, and you stubbornly brought it to his lips again. This time, when he turned away, you were faster and your free hand grabbed his chin with brutality, forcing his face back into place.
"No," he repeated, but the sound came out muffled because your fingers were squeezing his cheeks, pressing them against his teeth. Those cheeks were so soft. You had to be careful, didn't you? You didn't want him to lose the softness of that face from hunger.
"No what?" You tilted your head, studying him the way an entomologist would study a rare insect under a magnifying glass. To you, Arisu was your new favorite specimen. "You don't want to eat? You don't want to live? Why did you come to the Beach if you don't want to live, Arisu?"
Your thumb slid across his lower lip and teeth, forcing an opening for the food to enter whether he wanted it or not. The cookie touched his tongue before he could close his mouth, and you pushed it in without hesitation. Your little insect needed that more than he'd like to admit.
Arisu tried to spit it out. You saw the movement of his jaw, the clear intention to expel it, and your other hand came up to cover his mouth over the cookie, forcing the food to stay inside.
"Chew," you ordered, your voice sweet, even if your actions didn't match it. "Or I'll hold your nose too."
His eyes widened — not in fear, but in indignation. That spark of intelligence you loved so much, now burning in powerless fury. He hated every second of it. And you loved every little millisecond. Every millisecond in which you could provoke a new reaction from him was almost like a gift.
However, when Arisu didn't obey, you did exactly what you had threatened. Your thumb and forefinger slid up to his nose, pinching his nostrils shut with sadistic precision.
"Seven seconds," you murmured, as if counting down for a naughty child. "Six. Five. Can you last four more seconds without air, Arisu? Three."
His breathing stopped. You saw his chest rise, the air trapped in his lungs, the internal struggle between dignity and instinct. And then, when his eyes began to water, when his body gave in to the involuntary, he chewed.
His jaw moved in slow, reluctant motions, as if each bite were an announcement of defeat. Even though they had barely glistened, the tears that had held themselves back from falling quickened your heart. For a moment, you wanted to know if Arisu had ever cried during any of the games. If he had ever been destroyed by something other than you. And that made you bite your lower lip in senseless anger.
You let go of his nose and he gasped, choking on the partially chewed cookie. Hearing him choke was almost exciting. You even felt the heat between your legs.
"Oh no, no," you almost sang. "You ate so nicely. Don't ruin it now. You know how hard it's been to get good food?"
Arisu swallowed. You saw his throat contract, his Adam's apple bobbing in a slow movement, and you felt such pure pleasure that you almost closed your eyes.
"One more," you announced without questioning how the young man trapped before you felt about you, and the second cookie was already between your fingers. Did he even like that flavor? Or did he hate you so much that the flavor didn't even matter anymore?
This time, Arisu didn't turn away. He learned fast — always so fast, you'd give him that. His mouth opened in a mechanical motion, his eyes fixed on some distant point behind you, as if he could disconnect from the experience itself. But you would make sure he was there. That he saw you.
You pushed the cookie in, and before he could chew on his own, your fingers found his jaw again — but this time to guide the movements. He would connect with the situation, whether he wanted to or not. He would see you, whether he wanted to or not.
"Left, right. Again, left, right," you whispered with perverse affection, moving his jaw like a puppet, forcing the rhythm of chewing. "Not so fast, Arisu. Savor it. I got this from a convenience store near Shibuya station, you know? Have you ever eaten one of these? You definitely have, right? You look like the type who'd stuff himself with cheap snacks and eat nothing else locked in his room. You look so much like a loser — but the best kind. My type."
The words flowed like poison you were injecting into his bloodstream while your fingers worked his jaw, his teeth grinding against the cookie in a rhythm you completely controlled, grinding in anguish because he could no longer disconnect from you. Swallowing came after — you pressed his chin upward with your palm, forcing his throat to open.
Arisu swallowed with a wet sound that made your fingers tremble with happiness.
"Perfect," you exhaled, and the word came out almost like a moan. Was it possible to moan just from this? "You're so obedient. So smart to understand how everything works."
You gave a little affectionate pat to one of the immobilized young man's cheeks.
"I want your brain, Arisu." Your voice dropped to a thread, intimate and disturbing. That was a pure, direct, immaculate desire. "Not just the answers you give me. I want to know how you get to them. I want your neural pathways, the synapses, the way dopamine explodes in your brain when you decipher a puzzle. Can you feel it? Can you imagine what it's like, from my perspective?"
You pulled your face away from his cheek and walked to the corner of the room where there was a small set of plastic-wrapped bottles. Tearing the plastic, you grabbed one of the bottles and approached Arisu again, bringing it to his lips. He drank by instinct, knowing you would force him to drink if he refused and it would be worse. Much worse. Water spilled down his chin, soaking his shirt stained with cookie crumbs.
"When your visa is about to expire tomorrow," you continued, your voice now almost casual, as if you were talking about the most mundane thing, "should I take you to the rooftop? Just to see the laser hit the middle of your forehead while the last image you have is me?"
Arisu coughed, water in his lungs, and you stroked his hair with the same hand that had forced him to eat. He was your little dog, your prey, your property.
"And then, maybe, I'd open your head. Just to see. Just to know if it was as beautiful inside as I imagined."
The words hung in the air, heavy and real, and you saw something break inside him. Not the resistance — that would always be there, burning in his eyes. But the hope. The last spark that this was a nightmare from which he would never wake up.
"Or I could maybe take you to a game with me today. What do you think?" You leaned in front of him, your hands on each arm of the chair, resting on top of his, on his wounded wrists that had strained so hard to escape that they had left marks. "Show me your potential, Arisu. And I'll let you live. That will convince the Hatter of your value. To me, you don't really need to prove anything. I already have enough. So? Do you want to live?"
pairings: light yagami x fem!reader, l lawliet x fem!reader, misa amane x fem!reader, touta matsuda x fem!reader (all separate)
summary: what i think death note characters are like with a sleepy gf :P (pure fluff)
a/n: this is a bit different from what i usually post but i've been wanting to try out something like this for a while! sometimes i get kinda burnt out writing mainly longer one shots and smut, so i thought something like this might help mix things up! i hope if you read, you enjoy it <3
LIGHT YAGAMI:
early on in your relationship, light was kind of annoyed by your inability to stay awake through things.
he takes you to the movies, and not even halfway through you're leaning on his shoulder knocked out. you two are driving home from a function and your head is drooping towards the window. he's recounting something that happened earlier in the day and in minutes, you're passed out against his chest.
it really got on his nerves for a while. he only started to look at it a little softer with some new perspective.
because he finds out that when you're worried about him, you don't sleep at all. when he's working a lot, when he seems extra frustrated with something, you can't get your mind to settle. he sees it when he comes home late and you're still up or when he occasionally wakes during the night and finds you watching him.
try as he might to deny it, this little realization that your schedule is so connected to his softens him up.
after that, he doesn't scoff when he catches you conked out. he doesn't roll his eyes or get passive aggressive with you when you wake.
and with you unconscious, he doesn't feel any awkwardness about shifting you closer and kissing your forehead.
when you do finally wake up, his voice is more gentle as he says "hey... are you feeling better? or still sleepy?"
he doesn't frown the tiniest bit when you sigh and mumble out "still sleepy" before slumping against him once more.
he only kisses your head again before whispering "just get some more rest then. we can talk when you're up."
L LAWLIET:
L never minded your propensity for falling asleep at random times or a moment's notice.
it fascinated him because it was so different from his own tendency to resist sleep by any means necessary.
he'd usually find you like that sprawled across the couch or curled up in a recliner.
someone else may have tried gently waking you and guiding you off to a bed to get some proper rest, but L felt entirely against the thought. you looked so perfect like this, in your most natural state, comfortable enough with him to fall asleep wherever felt good.
he'd simply climb in with you, whether that meant wedging himself between you and the cushion backing or between your hip and the arm rest.
he'd squeeze in, resting his head against your chest and slipping his arms around your waist. it was pretty easy to get some rest like that he'd found.
usually he'd wake to the feeling of you squirming around and shrugging him off along with the sound of you grumbling about him taking up your space.
he only holds on tighter with his freakishly strong limbs and pulls you back down into him when that happens. his face nuzzles against your neck with a mumbled "you looked so peaceful, darling. i had to test how comfortable this thing was for myself. just give me a few more minutes to truly decide..."
and so far you'd never denied him that.
MISA AMANE:
at first misa didn't like how sleepy you could get, but only because you sleeping meant that she couldn't have your attention.
it also got on her nerves because you most often would doze off while she was talking.
she'd be in the middle of a story about something that happened at work or something someone had said to her. your head would be in her lap like usual, allowing her to stroke your hair while she talked.
but then she'd realize your little 'mhm's' had stopped.
"hey-" she'd say while giving you a quick shake. you'd mumble something about how you were listening and meet her frown with apologetic eyes.
"whatever," she'd grumble before petulantly flicking you and rolling you off her legs so she could slump down against her pillows where the two of you would inevitably make up and cuddle.
however, she ended up changing her tune about the whole thing because it occurred to her that you sleeping meant you also couldn't give your attention to anything else. when you fell asleep like you did, you were practically giving yourself all to her for the night.
now on evenings where she can see you're a little more tired than usual, she can't wait to get you into bed.
she practically yanks your head to lay against her thighs where she can pet you and get onto talking about whatever to lull you into a state of comfort.
when you drift off, she's all smiles. she gently shifts you around so you're all comfy on your pillow, and then she curls up right behind you, her head against your neck or your back.
she listens to you breathe, presses faint kisses between your shoulder blades. her fingers run over your arms and hips. she gets you all to herself.
she likes to think falling asleep to her voice makes you dream of her, and she could never be mad at that.
TOUTA MATSUDA:
matsuda thinks your sleepiness is the cutest thing in the world <3
he pretty openly encourages it. the second he sees a yawn or your eyes starting to droop even the tiniest bit, he's fawning over you.
at home, he'll drag you into his lap so he can hold you for a while before nudging you towards the bedroom.
if you two are out at some event, he wraps you up in his arms, kisses your cheek, and sways a little back and forth.
"we can leave early if you want to, honey," he'll say.
even if you try denying it, he won't let up. he'll rub your back, ask if you're sure. he insists it's much more fun laying at home with you in bed anyways.
once you finally agree, as you always inevitably do, he's quick to tell the others he has to take off cause "the wife's tired" (he says this whether you're married yet or not).
when you do arrive back home, he can't help babying you a tiny bit. he helps you undress, showers you in praise and reminders of how much he adores you.
he'd carry you up to bed if you asked him, but you never do. you're content to crawl in on your own and pull him down after you.
at a certain point he becomes convinced there's nothing better than the feeling of your limbs weaving around him and your head settling on his chest.
contrary to popular belief, he would be nervous about initiating
but would eventually initiate if he thought you were comfortable enough and/or dropping hints
that would happen after a lot of observation
tastes like CHOCOLATE. period.
his arms are everywhere, he will grasp whatever is reachable
preference: waist
aside from your lips, he really likes kissing your neck and your torso in general
he'll be quite handsy when he's kissing you
LOVES it when you manhandle while kissing
honestly is a sucker for teeth clattering even if it's sensory hell
loves tongue! can and will moderate for your sake
tries to be a tough guy, melts instantly
fairly experienced, yes
he's more observant than many would suppose
so don't be surprised if he starts adapting quite soon to your preferences
very emotional and is also very good at expressing those emotions
well, not exactly good, but he's full of raw emotion so he conveys those quite intensely
his favourite places to be kissed are his lips .... Aand his lips..... and his face . also, neck. also. wrists. also . everywhere?
if you act tenderly or reverently he's going to be so.... soft about it But also uneasy bcs he hass never really been loved...
clingy. doesnt want to admit it. he's touchstarved :c
nate river (near)
clueless
so inexperienced
he's actually uncomfortable with it
would take ages before he ever starts initiating
youd have to initiate
youd also have to teach him how to
i mean, he does theoretically know but has never even cared to even observe it closely
does learn fast, although he's stiff for a long long while
he does feel the glee and the giddiness but he's very unfamiliar with it so he's actually a little timid about it
as he starts to get comfortable, he would rest his hands on your shoulders
sometimes they'd migrate to your waist perhaps
would like it if you kiss his forehead/head
don't get him wrong, it's not that he doesn't find joy in your affection
it's just that he does not know how to express it, or even process it
actually gets flustered easily - it's easy to see as well because he's so pale
tender kisses!!!!! he loves these
secretly LOVES it when/if you rub/pet especially his back or cheek
he's all about smooches ...........
he would giggle if you made his finger puppet of himself and you kiss
very touch-starved but also uncomfortable with touch bcs its Unfamiliar
he feels strange but very pleasant things around you. it's love ... Perhaps . he's still learning................
he eventually develops a very strange affinity towards kissing your collarbone
and also towards being kissed at the shallowest point in the dip of his chest
mail jeevas (matt)
good kisser
smells like cigarette smoke 24/7
honestly i see the two of you stoned together and kissing very randomly
it just turns into a thing
he's also the kind of guy who gives platonic kisses
isn't one for very long or very intense kisses but then again if you like them he'll pull through
loves cheek kisses and cheeky kisses
if you pull his goggles off to kiss his eyelids he will cry. in the best way possible. or explode. probably both.
unrelated but hes the kind of guy who rests his hand on your thigh
likes gripping your waist/hips/ass as he kisses you
also gives forehead/head/hair kisses and loves giving them
actually he would say that his favourite form of physical affection is kissing
likes holding you close before and after kisses
he will laugh/chuckle/giggle/snicker into kisses and you can't stop him
if he's in a good mood, he'll tease/tickle you while you're kissing him
tastes like pepsi honestly. energy drinks. caffeine.
also thinks eskimo kisses are cool (pun unintended)
the kind of guy who will pin you just to pepper kisses all over your face
has a soft spot for kisses on pulse points
will combust if you press a kiss to his neck. has a very sensitive neck.
likes it when you wrap your arms around his torso/waist tho he has no real preference, he just gets giddier when you do this
this is soooooo late im so sorry TT
link to part i (x)
tysm for reading!!!!! i hope u enjoyed this. feel free 2 comment, reblog, anything really. i would LOVE to hear additional hc's or any different opinions yall might haveeee
tw: angst, heavy themes of insecurity and anxiety, jealousy… brian calling reader ‘baby’ a lot, brian learning that his actions mean nothing if he won’t back it up with his words.
from the beginning, you were unsure of your place within the toretto family. an okay driver, an even more okay mechanic. jesse was the one to make everyone laugh, and no one could quite resist the twinkle in mia’s eyes whenever she asked for a favor. everyone had their niche— except you. even when you were a kid, it felt like you were just a placeholder in the clique. a back-up of a back-up, someone with no real purpose. you know it isn’t fair to be so critical of yourself, yet you do it anyway. ramble, realize, retreat, repeat.
it worsens once brian comes into town. he’s the kind of handsome that makes old ladies swoon; a teenage girl’s airport crush. what sucks the most? brian is… nice. he helps wash up after family dinner, and has no issue taking any kind of shit from vince or dom. brian blends in perfectly within the group, and you’re jealous.
why? why couldn’t you be like him? leon seems to be your only solace. ‘everyone has their own thing, kid. who else could hold down the fort like you?’ you know that’s supposed to cheer you up, but it doesn’t do the trick. who wants to be known as the bystander anyway? stuck between a rock and a hard place, you don’t know how to move forward, or if you should even move forward at all.
it’s another family dinner. you’re stuck with the dishes, while everyone else settles in the living room for some beat cop movie. you’d gone quiet during mealtime, out of the ordinary for everyone yet no one mentioned it. if they even noticed. lost in a sea of your thoughts, you don’t notice how long you’ve been scrubbing at a dish, or how brian creeps into the kitchen. “damn, i think it’s clean, baby. here, why don’t you wash and i’ll dry, deal?” he laughs, and you can feel your heart stutter. sure, you’re friends with brian, but if you can avoid it, you don’t let yourself be alone with him. it’ll either end with you hopelessly in love, or so envious of his effortless existence that you want to stab someone.
you nod, passing off him the dish and continuing to scour at the dinner plates like they personally offended you. it’s not much, but it’s honest work. brian, who is trained to notice every display of body language, takes note. you always seemed to act like this when he’s around. it’s as if you’re performing for everyone, but especially him. his shoulder nudges at yours, “hey. you okay? you seem… off.”
there’s a brief pause. you didn’t expect anyone to call you out, certainly not brian. your lips turn upward in a slight smile, then you shake your head. “yeah, ‘m fine. just tired.” your voice doesn’t carry how it normally would— the lack of excitement is palpable. brian might not be your best friend, but he does know you. you’re always up to move the conversation forward if no one’s making the effort, and you have this kind of confidence that allows you to keep a joke going for far too long. brian shifted, gently taking the plate away from your wet hands and placing it to the side.
his eyes are magnetic, a feat you can’t ignore or pull yourself apart from. “c’mon, baby. i’m pretty but i’m not dumb. what’s goin’ on?” brian asked. you want to give in; to slump against the sink and let your hidden insecurities overflow into reality. it’s not a bad idea, considering that brian seems genuinely concerned. but, what would that make you? you’re already the kind of person who can’t shut up, so why would you add anxiety and jealousy into an officially fucked-up equation? you smile again, and it looks slightly more authentic this time around. you jab at his chest with your finger, “b, don’t worry about it. i promise that i’m fine.” the pair of you relapse into washing and drying again, conversation falling flat. still, brian doesn’t buy your reassurance, even if he doesn’t say anything else.
from that point forward, brian made it his mission to seek you out any chance he had. whether it was crowding beside you on the already full couch, or keeping by your side whenever the group attended a car show. his hands linger even after he’s moved away from you, and he’s the first one to be on his feet if you break away from the group. ‘i think bri’s got a little crush on you! seriously, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you.’ you want to reprimand mia when she mentions it to you, her voice hushed as brian and dom move around the kitchen. it isn’t true, you know it can’t be.
you can’t exactly shake brian off. and before you know it, you find yourself leaning into it. it’s a bad decision, yet you can’t find anything in you that will help you stop. every car show, you pull up in his car— shuffling out of the passenger seat like you really shouldn’t even be sitting there. brian doesn’t care, because he will round the car and immediately sling an arm around your torso; practically gluing you to his side. more often than not, brian crashes at your place when he’s ’too tired’ to drive back to harry’s shop. he lounges on your bed like he’s meant to be in it, and you stay up even later because you’re too invested in the conversation to stop. ‘alright, i’m goin’ to bed. g’night, baby. come and get me if you can’t sleep.’ brian whispered, pecking your cheek swiftly and exiting before you can even react.
this weird, almost domestic limbo lasts for months. everyone thinks that you’re secretly dating, to which dom will make the comment of how you’re not very good at hiding it. it’s not dating, or really anything, if you’re honest with yourself. brian just… gravitates towards you, for some odd reason. this confounds you, and brian seems like he doesn’t even notice. maybe he just doesn’t care.
you remember when the limbo broke. some house party that one of dom’s high school buddies had— bodies packed in tight like sardines. the loud music overwhelms you, and it’s the same for the ménage of empty solo cups and various little baggies of white residue. when you step out on the back porch for some air, flirty giggles cloud your hearing. “you’re not taken, are you? because everyone thinks you and that friend of yours are, like, a thing.” the voice slurs, obviously feminine and potently drunk. there’s a twinge of empathy for her, you wouldn’t want someone to traipse into a trap of someone who’s taken.
you don’t expect to hear brian’s voice. he stuttered a bit, “can’t a guy be touchy anymore? nah, we’re not together. why? you wanna be like a thing with me?”
stupid. so fuckin’ stupid. you knew it was too good to be real. you let this happen. digging your nails into your palms, you inhale sharply. all that work you’d done with brian over the past few months vanished. every time he saw you, he’d make you repeat affirmations to yourself. ‘i belong here.’ ‘i have friends who love me.’ ‘i am not a burden.’ it was never romantic, you know that now. sure, you thought it wouldn’t happen, but there always was this spark of hope that kept you going. that maybe, maybe it would. you were wrong.
brian can’t remember what happened at the house party. all he knows is that he found someone who looks a lot like you, and then it blurs. but, brian notices the distance you’ve created between the two of you. your apartment is no longer a free invitation, and you shut him down each time he asks to stay the night. instead of piling in next to him on the couch, you sprawl out on the floor next to leon. he’s brushed off whenever he offers to help with the dishes. brian just doesn’t know why.
it was late. brian offered to take you home again, and you relent. you’ll have to erase the tallies on a whiteboard in your kitchen— promptly titled ‘days without giving in.’ so much for that! there just seemed to be a glint of hopelessness in his blue eyes that struck at your heart, like he was one rejection away from giving up entirely. to put it plain, you felt bad.
the car ride was silent, save for the low humming of the engine and the radio playing softly. you don’t expect brian to walk you to your door, yet he does. just as you’re about to unlock the front door, brian latched onto your wrist. you can’t look at him, not now. he’s almost breathless, “baby… what’s goin’ on? you don’t let me sleep over anymore and you barely even talk to me. is your anxiety still bothering you? because we can work on it like we used to.” you keep quiet, working with your non-dominant hand to unlock the door and finally escape him. brian huffed, why weren’t you saying something? saying anything?
after fumbling with your keys, you enter the apartment and brian is quick on your heels to find out what the fuck is going on. “y/n. ‘m serious, baby. what’s goin’ on in that head of yours? something’s killing you and i can fuckin’ see it.” his voice is rougher now, less patient and more determined to figure you out. the thing is? you don’t even really know what’s up with you. were you upset about what he did at the party because you liked him? or was it jealousy that he was able to connect with someone like that and you couldn’t? maybe an uneven mix of both— probably 60/40 instead of 50/50.
it takes a moment or two before you break. shoulders start to tremble, and you can feel your grip on reality slip. “i don’t know, brian. i don’t know! this is just the way i am, okay? ‘m self-conscious and awkward, a-and i can’t keep up with you.” you cry, palming at your eyes as if they weren’t welling with tears. brian immediately pulled you close to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that you can’t decipher. it’s not like it matters. brian o’conner wouldn’t be yours. that’s what matters most.
once your shoulders aren’t so unsteady and the sobs aren’t so strong, brian pulls back to study you. you have this look in your eyes, like you’re torn between two different places. “baby, you don’t have to keep up with anyone. it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to act. you’re you, and that’s what i want to see.” there it is. ‘if you don’t know how to act.’ how does he not see it? how can he not understand that you’re not trying to keep up with anyone except for him?
you inch away from him slowly, arms crossed over your chest like a defense mechanism. “being me isn’t enough. clearly not for you. cause you seem to want everyone else. and… i don’t know how to be the one you take home.” your voice carries through the silence of your apartment. it’s deafening. brian freezes.
sure, he did all those things for you because you’re a friend, but… brian didn’t know that it felt different for you. it’s not like he didn’t sometimes picture what a relationship would look like. brian just isn’t cut out for romance, and he thought you weren’t either. when he doesn’t say anything, you scoff. “you know what? go home, brian. this whole thing was stupid and i don’t why i even bothered. just lock the door on your way out.” you snapped at him. brian can’t remember if you’ve done that before. you’ve never done it to him, at least.
watching as brian sulks out of your apartment, you slam the door and throw your head back. why’d you let yourself do this in the first place? his skyline revs, and you can hear it speed away. once brian is for sure gone, you pat into the kitchen and stare at the whiteboard on your fridge. the tallies return it, taunting you for failing. and you? you just wipe it away.
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ac speaks!
okay so i love f&f so i had to do this🫣 but i love it so let me know what you think!! also thank yall so much for all of the love and support!! it means the absolute world to me🫶🏼
summary: brian's girlfriend wins a race in his r34 skyline. It makes him proud of her and feeling very lucky she is his girl.
word count: 1.4k (1433 words)
warnings: making out, nipple play, sex on the car, cursing, unprotected sex
a/n: there is not enough fics about brian o’connor!!!!! this needs to be fixed, I know there is a lot of lovers of this man, I hope more people will write for him.
The streetlights shone at the road before you. The air of the night was perfectly clear, soon to be drenched in smoke.
Two guys leaned smugly on their cars, arrogant, and very sure of themselves. They were straightened in full height, challengingly confident at the race before them. They thought you didn’t stand a chance at winning. How typical.
Brian hadn’t said anything to them, despite feeling a slight tug to poke at them. But he didn’t want to ruin your game, he knew you will crushed them single-handedly, without breaking a sweat. He leaned against the side of his silver Skyline, arms crossed.
He tossed the keys at you, giving you a small wink. “Go show ‘em what she can do.“
You chuckled, climbing in, as you watched Brian join the crowd of people waiting for the show to start. The low growl of the Skyline’s engine echoed, purring like a caged animal about to be let loose. You gripped the wheel tight, glancing over at the smug guy in the souped-up RX-7 beside you. He looked cocky, as did the other one.
From the side, Brian held a stance without worry, watching with an unreadable look on his face. But you knew that smirk. He liked what he was seeing.
Mia raised the flag, counting down. You revved the engine as the last warning to the men. "...One!"
The tires screamed against the asphalt, smoke curling as you lauched forward. You didn't even look at them as you flew past, shifting gears vigurously. The car roared as you pushed it, drifting at the end of your victorious race.
You stepped out of the car with a proud look in your eyes. Your boyfriend was smiling widely. When his hands reached your body, he whistled low. "Good job, baby. Made 'em look like clowns."
"You knew I would." enjoying his cheerful demeanor, sliding the keys of Skyline in his pocket.
"Yeah but watching it?" he shook his head with a devilish grin. " Whole different experience."
You knew that look he was giving you, sly and deliberate. You were close enough to smell the hit of motor oil lingering on his neck. "You get off on watching me drive?"
He chuckled. "You have no idea." Then he leaned down slightly, voice brushing your ear. "That turn you took before stopping? I felt that shit in my chest."
"In your chest, huh?"
"Okay. And lower." he admitted shamelessly. His hands brushing your body, his tone dropping. "I'm gonna need to blow off some steam."
The garage was dim, the metallic scent of rubber thick on your nostrils. You were leaning against Skyline, while Brian was cleaning his hands with a cloth, and turned towards you.
"You looked good out there," he murmured, closing his hands around your waist. His fingers teased the little exposed part of your skin between your tank top and jeans. "Really good." Pressing his finger on it, then rubbing it higher up your top.
The blue light of his eyes darkened as he caught your eyes glacing at him. He melted a sigh out of his throat before your lips. " You know what watching you race does to me? "
Your breath hitched at the trapping heat that consumed you. The way your head nodded made him chuckle, and the movement vibrated against you.
Your lips crashed without hesitation, neither holding back. It wasn't gentle, it was rough and needy. The kiss deepened, tongues entangling the slippery drags across the other one. You yanked the front of his shirt, pulling him flush against yourself.
You pulled back just enough to speak. "You're all worked up, Brian."
" Baby, you're the one who lit you the fuse. " His voice was wrecked, hoarse, you absolutely loved it.
Immediately, he was lifting you on the hood of the Skyline, your thighs parting as he stepped between them. The metal against the back of your thighs sent a shiver through your spien, or perhaps it was the way your boyfriend was looking at you, like his mission was to ruin you right there, on top of his car.
"Hope your car doesn't mind getting a little messy."
Brian palmed his way up your body, his hands closing at your breast. "She'll get over it." You bit your lip, hips grinding into his just a little. He groaned, burying his face into your neck, kissing and biting your skin. Skyline's hood was warm under you, but Brian was burning hotter.
"Y/n..." he paused, flashing his teeth at the flustered blush on your cheeks. He was loving the affect he had on you. You did as well, but couldn't let him go soft on you now.
"Planning on stalling out, O'Connor?" the growl that emerged from him told you how far away he was from stopping. He kissed you hard, tongue licking into your mouth, invading mercilessly. You tugged his shirt off him, not breaking the contact, fingers dragging across the tight lines of his stomach.
Brian pulled your top over your head, tossing it somewhere onto the garage floor. The way his eyes darkened even more while seeing you half-naked, on his car, waiting for him, all red in the face, made your breath get restrained in your throat.
" You're gonna be the death of me. " he muttered, dragging his mouth down, feeling him on your middle scalene, coming down on your collarbone. He gave you a glance before his mouth closed on your nipple. An automatic moan clung to your lips, having his teeth grazing you to make you squirm, then soothening with licks, pulsing and teasing.
You arched into him, having him sense the rock of your hips, stirring the line perked at his jeans. He quickly yanked off your shorts, leaving you in your panties.
"Jeans off. Now." He didn't need to be told twice. Moments later, he was lining himself up, breath ragged. At your eagered soft whimpers he couldnt help but tease. "You want it huh, baby?"
"Brian if you don't fuck me right now, I am stealing your car and..." the head of his cock entered you briefly. "What are you going to do?" you whined at it, bitting your lip so hard from the anticipation. "You ain't gonna speak now?" he smirked greedily, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb. "Don't worry baby. You aren't gonna be able to do anything soon."
You couldn't answer. He filled you completely and the stretch had your head falling back, hanging off your neck. He dunked into you hard, his hips snapping with each thrust, mouth clasping on your neck and chest, tongue walking, seeping his saliva all over you.
The car rocked under you both and you could feel every vibration, every curse he mutttered.
" So tight, fuck, baby. "
"Fuck, Brian, ah, just like that-"
Brian kept himself deep into you, grinding his hips, sending your head even more back. "You feel me?" Of course you felt him, there was nothing else you could feel but him. You were numb to everything else. You nodded desperately, hips meeting with his.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you lose it." You were helpless under his touch, you cleanched around his cock with a singular, satisfied scream, body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. Brian cursed, spilling into you, grunting your name as he rhythmically rode it out.
You two took some time to adjust to the outcome, sweaty and pressed to the hood of the Skyline.
Brian lifted up his head, giving you that devastatingly smug grin. " Happy how I rewarded you for your victory? " You uttered a quick yes.
"Are you happy how you blew off your steam?"
Slowly shaking his head, dipping it next your throat. " I don't know. Maybe we should sleep inside Skyline and see if it's all gone. "
You gasped. "Brian!"
"Wouldn't be the first time... " he moved away from you, opening the door of the car, waiting for you reaction.
You gave him a look which asked if he was serious. He didn't budge, staying with the same grin and stance. You had no reason to not go after it. You both liked being wild and risky, getting the rush from adrenaline, not just in races. It was especially fun when you were in it together.
"Garage sleepover?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. " Something like that. " You entered the car as he followed, not wasting time to place his hands all over you, not leaving one inch untouched.
“Su-Hyeok, what do you think of Nam-Ra’s interpretation?”
Class 2-5 all turn their heads to the back, trying—but failing—to suppress their laughter, awaiting what kind of nonsense would spew from Su-Hyeok’s mouth this time around.
“I agree. She’s 100% correct.”
Some giggles slip through before Ms. Park silences them by holding her hand up. “Great,” Ms. Park says sarcastically, with an air of teasing. “Now…just what do you agree with again?”
Su-Hyeok doesn’t even falter, replying with, “If she could be kind enough to repeat her response so that I can gather my thoughts more coherently….” The whole class loses it right then and there.
His seat-mate further rubs salt into the wound by whispering between bouts of laughter, “Yah, did you even have any thoughts to begin with?” This earns him a glare, but he was too far gone to care.
Su-Hyeok grimaces, seeing the disappointment on Ms. Park’s face mixed with amusement as she gestures for Nam-Ra to recite her previous statement again. With the amount of times he acts up in the same manner on a regular basis, he’s surprised and grateful that she still allows him to step foot into class for lessons.
Nam-Ra rises once more, her chair creaking slightly, though that doesn’t wake you up from your nap next to her. Currently, you were turned away from the window, left elbow flat on the desk surface as a makeshift pillow. “All of us have some sort of prejudice. We all have preconceptions about other people.”
“Precisely,” Ms. Park compliments. “Thank you, Nam-Ra, for saying that twice.” With her emphasis on the word, she fixes her stern gaze on Su-Hyeok, but her next words are the exact opposite. “Bare-Su, please pay more attention to my lesson during class time and less on staring at your girlfriend, Y/N.” She raises her eyebrows teasingly.
Su-Hyeok is quick to correct her, trying to suppress the heat he feels slowly making its way up to his face. “Ms. Park,” he says incredulously. “We’re not together.”
“Eyyy,” Dae-Su’s booming voice reverberates in the classroom. “Now you’re just making up lies.” You stir at the loud sound, but it’s still not enough to make you open your eyes.
“I’m serious, Dae-Su,” Su-Hyeok splutters.
“Yet you’re not denying having stared at Y/N~,” Wu-Jin drawls, giving Dae-Su’s awaiting hand a high-five with a resounding smack.
“You guys, cut it out already!” Su-Hyeok says exasperatedly to deaf ears. “Ms. Park, how come Y/N is taking a sound nap in class, but I’m the one being ganged up on?”
“This is the first time it has happened, and she’s still ranked 3rd in the class. I can afford to let it slide,” Ms. Park crosses her arms and smiles, entertained by Su-Hyeok’s excuses.
“Isn’t this blatant favoritism?” Su-Hyeok mumbles under his breath.
“You also favor Y/N, so you can’t be one to talk,” his seat-mate teases him for the second time that day.
“You’re not even on the baseball team so why are you so hell-bent on hitting home runs with your sassy remarks today, huh?” Su-Hyeok slaps him upside the head.
“Alright, alright, settle down class. I think that’s enough punishment for our Bare-Su today.” When Ms. Park turns back to the blackboard, she says loud enough for the class to hear, “No worries. We can just ask Y/N for confirmation when she’s up.” By how much the students were cracking up, it suddenly seems like a free period.
“Seonsaengnim!”
At Su-Hyeok’s outburst, you wake up, trying to settle back into reality. Of course, Ms. Park notices your state of rousing. She’s not one to miss any little detail.
“Ah, good morning to you, Y/N. So glad you can finally join us.” Her words hold no malice at all, but you’re still sheepish.
Shyly scratching you head, you voice out, “I apologize for dozing off. Did I miss anything important?” You finally notice all eyes on you. Well, save for Su-Hyeok’s. “Guys….? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“Well—" Dae-Su begins but is cut off by Ms. Park.
“Please refrain from sleeping again in my class as it’s a distraction…to some more than others.”
Laughter rings loud and clear again, all directed towards Su-Hyeok as you turn to Nam-Ra for answers in bewilderment.
“Banjang, you’re the smartest one here. What’s going on?”
Nam-Ra spares a glance at you with a slight smirk, an expression you’ve never seen on her before, despite how much she’s warmed up to you as her seat-mate and friend, though she’s hesitant to admit to the latter.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nam-Ra says dismissively, but lightly. “Ms. Park was just teaching Su-Hyeok about preconceptions.”
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷2. On-Jo
Linking your arm through Nam-Ra’s while balancing your tray with your other hand, you pull her in the direction of where On-Jo and I-Sak were already seated with their own lunches piled high with food.
“Save some for the rest of us, On-Jo,” you joke as you and Nam-Ra sit down on the opposite bench, pointing to your friend’s tray.
“Ha ha, very funny,” On-Jo pouts. “I don’t eat a lot; I just eat well.”
“A little too well,” Nam-Ra chimes in, causing you to choke on your banana milk in laughter and surprise. Since Nam-Ra started opening up to your friend group, you can already see the influence it’s had on her. Her conversations may still be minimal, but boy do they pack a punch.
While you all wait for the rowdy boys to join, I-Sak mimes pulling you, Nam-Ra, and On-Jo into a huddle and whispers, “So, have you guys thought about who’s asking who to the spring formal in a few months?” Here, she raises her eyebrows and adds, “Better yet, who are you hoping will ask you?”
“Aish,” you rebuke. “I thought you were about to spill your biggest secret or something!”
“Hey, I’m just curious! Not all of us are set and ready like you are, Y/N!” I-Sak winks at you as you’re in the middle of chewing.
You finish your bite before replying, “Huh?”
“Well, you and Su-Hyeok are already dating, so isn’t it obvious you’ll be attending together?” On-Jo answers.
Flabbergasted, you retort, “But we’re not in a relationship. I thought that was what’s obvious.” Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
“Tsk, since when did you become so good at lying, our sweet and innocent Y/N?” I-Sak pokes you with the clean end of her chopstick.
“There’s nothing going on between us,” you emphasize. “I’ve known him since we were babies, and he definitely doesn’t like me in that way. I know that for a fact!” You point from Nam-Ra, to On-Jo, and finally to I-Sak. “Not one more word from you guys, alright?”
Nam-Ra slurps a spoonful of her seaweed soup loudly.
You turn to her and narrow your eyes. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you said not one more word,” Nam-Ra says without missing a beat. “That was a sound.”
You could never win against Nam-Ra verbally. “Don’t tell me you agree with On-Jo and I-Sak,” you say while facepalming. “Look guys, he’s really sweet, kind, caring, brave…” Realizing you’re rambling when the girls give you a look, you blush and backpedal. “What I mean,” you say as you fix them all with a gaze of finality, “is that it’d be weird. We grew up together, and we fight all the time.”
“I like to call that lover’s quarrel,” On-Jo states.
You roll your eyes and throw a clean crumpled napkin at her, which she manages to dodge.
“I also forgot nice smile, athletic, handsome—" I-Sak mimics your voice. You know it’s bad how spot-on it is when even Nam-Ra laughs.
“Yah! Do you want to die?”
On-Jo protects I-Sak from your slaps to her arm. “Just admit that you like—" On-Jo is interrupted by a voice you know all too well.
“Like what?” Su-Hyeok asks, oblivious, as he plops down next to you, nudging your shoulder with his out of habit as the boys fill in the rest of the bench, focused on their own conversations.
“Yeah, Y/N, what were you going to say?” I-Sak prods, smiling wider than you thought humanly possible.
You plead with your eyes to Nam-Ra for help, but she’s just the same as the other two, fixing you with a mischievous grin. Su-Hyeok looks at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Uh…I was just saying that I like,” you stall as you look around for a way out. Your gaze lands on a drink everyone has on their tray. “The banana milk!” You cringe as the words leave your mouth.
“Oh, in that case,” Su-Hyeok hands over his bottle to you. “Here, you can have mine.”
As he turns to his right to talk to Cheong-San, I-Sak flashes you a heart with her fingers discreetly, Nam-Ra elbows you in the arm playfully, and On-Jo—you’re going to get her big time for this.
Before Su-Hyeok is finished with his conversation and turns back to you, she mouths, “I love oo yoo.”
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷3. Cheong-San
You have no idea why your friends decided to play soccer during lunch when it was scorching hot out, especially a day before exams, but followed nonetheless. On-Jo and I-Sak opted out and were currently benched, acting as cheerleaders. You, however, got dragged into the game as Nam-Ra was the referee and she didn’t want to be the lone girl on the field.
The sun was starting to make you sweat, and you chalked it up to the heat beating down on your head for the sudden dizziness you were feeling. You shook your head and tried to focus on the game that was about to start.
Cheong-San was right next to you, and on the far end of the field you could see Su-Hyeok playing goalie. As Dae-Su kicked off signaling the first half, you began to stagger as your vision becomes unfocused. Just when Cheong-San is about to sprint off in the direction of the ball Dae-Su had kicked, you grab onto his arm, stopping him.
“Cheong-San, I don’t feel too good,” you say.
He steadies you by the shoulder and peers at your face. “Y/N, you’re looking a little more than just pale. Do you think you’ll be okay? Want to sit down for a minute with On-Jo and I-Sak?” You close your eyes as your head spins but manage to give a weak nod when he checks your forehead temperature with his hand.
“Hey! What’s going on over there?” Someone screams across the field, questioning.
As Cheong-San takes your wrist to lead you back to the girls, your vision goes black and the last thing you remember is someone catching you to break your fall.
***
On-Jo and I-Sak were the first ones to reach you as Cheong-San tries to sit you up. He gets you to somewhat lean on his chest, an arm around your shoulder as the girls crowd around to see what they could do to help.
“Is Y/N alright?” Not getting a response, Nam-Ra checks your pulse and breathing. “Her heartbeat is a little fast, one of the tell-tale signs of heat exhaustion. Perhaps that's the case?”
“I think we should take her to the nurse either way,” On-Jo says, I-Sak nodding in agreement.
“On-Jo, come with me,” Cheong-San directs, as he maneuvers you for a proper piggyback.
“Move,” Su-Hyeok says, seriously.
“It’s okay, I got her,” Cheong-San replies as On-Jo helps to stabilize you on his back.
“Guys, this isn’t the time to fight,” Nam-Ra admonishes, pointing at your unconscious form.
Without another word, Su-Hyeok picks you up easily and carries you away, with Cheong-San and On-Jo in tow all the way to the infirmary.
Once there, On-Jo decided to go get some snacks since everyone skipped lunch, leaving the two boys behind with you after the nurse assessed your condition.
Cheong-San starts chuckling quietly as Su-Hyeok glares at him.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I don’t find the situation funny, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m worried for Y/N as well.”
Su-Hyeok narrows his eyes at Cheong-San. “Why?”
Dumbfounded, Cheong-San replies, “Why would you ask that? She’s a good friend. We grew up together too you know.”
When Su-Hyeok doesn’t respond, Cheong-San nudges him with his foot under the bed to which the former just makes an incoherent noise. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
“I’m not jealous at all that you caught Y/N before she fainted.”
“I never mentioned that,” Cheong-San says between laughs, dimple on full display. “Would you rather I had dropped her to the ground? I don’t know why you would be mad when I was just lending a hand, and considering that you guys are dating and all…” he trails off.
“We’re not dating,” Su-Hyeok says flatly.
“Stop messing around with me Bare-Su,” Cheong-San teases, tilting his head in the direction of your small hands that Su-Hyeok was currently enveloping in his large ones.
“You idiot, I’m not kidding. We’re just friends; that’s all.” He doesn’t let go of your hands. If anything, he cradles them even tighter.
Cheong-San pauses, thinking whether to believe him or not. “Okay, hypothetically let’s say you guys aren’t together—"
“—Because we’re not,” Su-Hyeok interrupts.
“Hypothetically,” Cheong-San stresses. “Then, do you like Y/N?”
“Then, do you like On-Jo?”
“I asked first!”
“I—"
When you open your eyes, you’re met with a white ceiling and curtains, the sound of the machine displaying your vitals beeping away. Recognizing that you were in the school’s infirmary due to the IV drip and the strong smell of antiseptic, the only thing you remembered was fainting. Everything after is a blur.
You hear hushed whispers and realize it was Su-Hyeok and Cheong-San in the room with you. “What are you two idiots arguing about this time?” You rasp. Their heads whip towards you, shocked and simultaneously relieved.
“How much of our conversation did you hear?”
“That’s the first thing you ask me? I don’t even get a ‘how are you’?” You fake mock hurt at Su-Hyeok’s question.
“Are you okay?” Cheong-San asks.
“I like Cheong-San better,” you joke and stick your tongue out at Su-Hyeok as Cheong-San does the same.
“We were worried sick but I guess you’re fine now that you’re back to bullying me,” Su-Hyeok complains. “So feisty for such a tiny human.”
“Easy for you to carry,” Cheong-San mutters, earning a kick from Su-Hyeok. “OUCH!” He exclaims as he begins to rub his shin from the impact.
You look between the two of them, more confused than ever but decide to let it go. “Why am I here again? I only know I passed out.”
Su-Hyeok flicks you on the forehead. “The nurse said you were dehydrated and it seemed like you didn’t eat or sleep well enough. Coupled with the heat exhaustion, your already tired body couldn’t handle it and you went down.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Is that all you can say? You scared me to death. You stayed up late studying again huh?”
“Maybe…” You reply guiltily. The boys shake their heads at your predictable nature. You always study like crazy but this has never happened before, so you were going to make sure to not accidentally neglect self-care for good grades again. “How did I get here from the field?”
“Cheong-San caught you and—"
“Awww, you did?” You sit up and spread your arms for a hug, having to let go of Su-Hyeok’s hands to do so. Cheong-San was going to return it until he turned to Su-Hyeok for permission.
“Why do you need to ask whether he’d allow it?” You roll your eyes. “My arms are getting tired.” You pull Cheong-San in for a hug and he returns the friendly gesture.
Just then, the door opens and On-Jo comes in with a plastic bag full of goodies. “Y/N, you’re awake!” She rushes over to squeeze the life out of you.
“On-Jo…can’t breathe,” you say in between pauses.
She lets you go and elbows Cheong-San. When he doesn’t get the hint, she takes him by the hand and drags him out, leaving the bag behind on the table for you. Just before the door closes, Cheong-San pops his head in again. “Su-Hyeok carried you in his arms all the way here!”
“AISH!” Su-Hyeok throws his backpack at the door, but the two had already left.
You turn to Su-Hyeok who won’t meet your gaze. Poking his arm, you tease him. “So, you do care.” If you had been awake at the time, surely you would be a living tomato with the stares you know for a fact you would be getting from being transported that way across school grounds.
Su-Hyeok just breathes out exasperatedly. “More than you know.” He said the line so quietly, you would’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention.
Not knowing what came over you, you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” you say. Both of you were surprised with matching blushes as proof.
Too embarrassed now for having been so bold, you make the excuse of feeling tired and lay down, turning your head to the other side to hide your smile. Su-Hyeok grabs your hand again even as you close your eyes.
His phone dings with a text and you hear him curse under his breath. “That little—“
Which could only mean one thing: Cheong-San.
[ Text: Are you sure you’re not dating? I saw everything through the window ]
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷4. Gyeong-Su
You’re walking along the school’s skybridge when you hear someone calling.
“Y/N! Wait up!”
You stop and turn around, smiling when you see it’s Gyeong-Su. He’s such a sweetheart that your friend group always has a soft spot reserved for him.
He pants as he comes to a stop next to you, falling into pace by your side. “Geez, for someone with such short legs, you walk incredibly fast.”
“Is that all you wanted to say to me?” You push him.
Gyeong-Su laughs. “No, no. I’m just kidding. I have a favor to ask.”
“Glad to know you start asking for favors by first insulting the person.”
“I’m sorry okay!” He didn’t look sorry at all. “I need help with English. If I fail this next exam, I’d have to retake the class and the teacher and I already don’t get along,” he frowns.
“I’m not saying that I decline, but wouldn’t Nam-Ra be a better choice?”
“Sure, but she hasn’t studied abroad. You lived in New York for a year before high school.”
“Alright, but if your English has the accent of a New Yorker, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Better an accent than the Konglish I’m speaking with in class. Everyone always laughs when I have to read something.”
You giggle. “I can meet you in the library after our last class period. It’s a Friday anyway so we don’t have school tomorrow, which means we can stay a little later than usual. Does that work for you?”
“Yes! Thank you so much, Y/N.” Gyeong-Su looked so happy it was contagious. His smile suddenly falters as he leans in to tell you, “Although, I hope that you won’t let Su-Hyeok know.”
“What? What does he have to do anything?”
Gyeong-Su looks at you like you had two heads growing from your neck, gazing pointedly. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want him to be mad that I’m spending time with you. He’d beat me up. It’s clear which of us would win in a fight, come on now.”
“Why would he be mad?” You inquire, baffled.
“You know, for ranking third place in class, you’re not as bright as I thought.”
“Watch it,” you warn, playfully angry.
“You’re supposed to be tutoring me for language skills but here I am, having to spell everything out for you.” Gyeong-Su gives you a moment to see if you would figure it out but when he sees the gears turning in your head, he sighs. “Su-Hyeok might get jealous and I don’t want that. You know, protective boyfriend and all. The what-have-you’s from all those dramas.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to you it certainly was.
“Whatever you say. If you see me one day with a black eye and a broken leg, you’re going to be held responsible for my hospital bills.”
You roll your eyes as Gyeong-Su waves and goes on his way, promising to meet up later.
***
A few hours pass and you find a seat in the corner of the library where it’s more silent and there’s a window nook in between two bookshelves against the wall; it was your favorite study spot aside from your bedroom.
Gyeong-Su is more punctual than you imagined, showing up barely a few minutes after you with all his study materials. At the moment, his backpack could be used as a weapon with everything he packed inside.
“Are you sure you’re here to study, or are you preparing for war?” You stare in amazement as he pulls endless amounts of materials from his bag.
“I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to repeat class.” An English textbook comes slamming onto the table and you shush him hurriedly. Thankfully, the other students are too busy studying with their headphones in to mind the noise.
“We can work on spelling first,” you guide as you flip through his workbook.
You’re surprised at how fast Gyeong-Su learns after just a few units, and even more proud at the effort he puts into grasping the subject. Perhaps you could finally understand why teachers always glow when their students succeed.
“Wow, would you look at that. I’m a great tutor,” you boast.
“Your ego is pretty great too.”
You hit him on the head with a pencil but he just laughs it off. Your phone keeps vibrating with messages, so not wanting it to be a distraction, you put it on ‘do not disturb’ mode without checking the notifications on screen and proceed to place it upside down on the table.
Both you and Gyeong-Su are too focused on your studies to notice Su-Hyeok coming into the library.
“Y/N, did you lose your phone?”
You look up, even more surprised than Gyeong-Su at his presence. “How did you know we were here?”
“You didn’t tell him? Wow, I’ll remember that the next time I have a secret I need you to keep,” Gyeong-Su says, fascinated.
“I waited an hour for you at the school gates to walk home together, but you never showed up so I texted Cheong-San and he said you were tutoring Gyeong-Su in the library.”
“Oh my god, I totally forgot.” You put your hand on your head. Su-Hyeok would always walk you home as you two live in the same area, neighbors to be exact. “I’m so sorry you had to wait that long. It totally slipped my mind!” He didn’t look mad, just tired. “You can go home without me you know. I wouldn’t want you to wait even longer. I still have a few chapters left to help Gyeong-Su with.”
“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you go by yourself in the dark. A few more hours is nothing.” Before you can refuse, he dumps his backpack on the floor and scoots the adjacent chair closer to yours, sits down, and leans his head on your shoulder. “Wake me up when you’re done.”
He’s out cold in a few minutes, and you can only blame it on sleep deprivation; the badge every high school student wears proudly.
“Now that the boyfriend is sleeping and won’t fight me—“
“How many times do I have to tell you, Gyeong-Su? We’re not dating.”
“Sure, because that’s totally what friends do,” he says sarcastically.
As he goes back to his notes, you look down at Su-Hyeok leaning on you, moving his hair out of his eyes carefully so as not to wake him. Were his eyelashes always that long? His nose bridge so high? His skin so clear? His lips—
“Earth to Y/N,” Gyeong-Su waves his hand in your face. “You guys sure have a thing for staring at the other when they’re asleep. You know, it’s the same look on your faces too.”
“What? We don’t do that.”
“First, he gets caught by the whole class and now you get caught by me. You’re lucky it’s just one person who’s seeing this.”
You brush aside the first thing Gyeong-Su says, because Su-Hyeok having feelings for you? Impossible.
“I wasn’t staring!” That draws the attention of a few students nearby.
“Fine, admiring tastefully then.”
You look down at Su-Hyeok again. “You have to admit, it’s pretty endearing seeing someone sleep.”
Gyeong-Su snorts. “You’re just saying that because it’s Su-Hyeok. If it was me, you would’ve already sent me flying clear across the room with a kick.”
Not really being able to argue with that, you ignore it and turn back to give Gyeong-Su another exercise when Su-Hyeok stirs. “Next, can you describe us all with one word and spell it correctly?”
He ponders for a moment before pointing to himself: “Amazing.” A-M-A-Z-I-N-G is the first line on his notebook.
Next, he points to Su-Hyeok: “Barefoot.” You laugh at the accuracy while Su-Hyeok curses Gyeong-Su. It’s even funnier seeing him write it down in all seriousness. B-A-R-E-F-O-O-T is the next line.
A pencil aims at your face as Gyeong-Su mocks: “Gnome.”
“You’re getting awfully comfortable with the short jokes there.” G-N-O-M-E goes down in the third line.
“She’s just petite,” Su-Hyeok tries to defend you, doing a horrible job at it.
“Great, she thinks you’re lovable and he thinks you’re cute.”
“You do?!” You and Su-Hyeok say to one another at the same time.
“The two of you aren’t fooling anyone with this ‘We’re not together’ thing. Here’s a word to describe both of you. Gyeong-Su scribbles something quickly down on the notepad in perfect English and holds it up sideways for you as he reads it out loud, gesturing with his pointer finger between you and Su-Hyeok:
┌──────────┐
ᑕOᑌᑭᒪE ♡
└──────────┘
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷5. Nam-Ra
No one ever comes to class early like she does, and so Nam-Ra is more than surprised to see Su-Hyeok of all people stepping foot into the room, the slide of the wooden door announcing his entrance. He jumps when he sees her already there.
“What is it?” Nam-Ra cuts to the chase.
“Uh…nothing,” Su-Hyeok stammers.
“Whatever’s in your hands doesn’t seem like nothing.”
He quickly hides the note behind his back.
Nam-Ra raises an eyebrow at this and taps your still-empty desk. “Go ahead and put it here. I’ll let Y/N know.”
“It’s not for her.”
“Su-Hyeok, you’re talking to me, not Dae-Su. I don’t believe that statement in the slightest.”
Su-Hyeok sighs as he walks over to your seat and sits down. “Prez, I need advice.”
“Hmm, what did On-Jo call it? Lover’s quarrel, was it? I’m not that experienced to be a love guru.”
“We’re not—"
“Cut it out. No matter how many times you guys deny it, it won’t make it true.”
“But—"
“Nope.” Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything else, Nam-Ra smiles to herself. If she can keep this up, maybe they’ll actually stop dancing around one another. “Now, why are you here and not with Y/N like you usually are?”
“She’s mad at me.”
“I find that hard to believe, but explain.”
“Y/N has been avoiding me and I don’t know why. We were fine still during the study session with Gyeong-Su, but after that day she’s been keeping her distance. She flinches when I so much as sit near her, when I talk to her, she can’t look me in the eyes, and when we walk home together, she’s always speeding ahead. I think I might’ve done something wrong, but I also don’t think I have? That’s why I was planning to put this apology letter on her desk.”
Nam-Ra brushes her hand down her face at the absurdity of the situation. “You guys are hopeless.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you telling me or asking me about whether you messed up?”
“Uh…both?”
“Gosh, you’re clueless.”
“I didn’t know advice came with being bashed.”
“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to my following questions.” Nam-Ra receives a nod in response.
“Look, you haven’t done anything wrong right?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Does Y/N turn red when you’re near?”
“Yes, now that you mention it.”
“Is she becoming more flustered now when she never was before?”
“Also a yes to that question.” Su-Hyeok’s eyes widen and when Nam-Ra finally thinks he’s pieced it together, he hits her with the entire force of collective obliviousness in the world. “Oh no! Do you think she’s come down with something? Is she sick?”
“Aigoo!” She smacks him on the head with her workbook.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“Focus!”
“I was until you gave me a concussion!”
“That’s not how that works—oh never mind! Just, think! I know it’s not something you usually tend to do, but try!”
“As long as you don’t hit me again.”
Nam-Ra ignores his previous words and continues. “Since you said you guys aren’t together I’ll believe it just for today.”
“There’s nothing to believe or not, we really don’t have that kind of a relationship.”
“But do you want to?”
“I don’t think she likes me like that—"
“Yes or no only.”
“Fine, yes. I can’t believe I’m telling you before I tell Y/N.” Su-Hyeok slumps in his seat.
“So, you like her.” Nam-Ra states it as is, no longer questioning.
“I can’t say no now after what I said earlier, so yes. I really do.”
“Then just go tell her. It’s not that hard. You’re making a simple thing more difficult than quantum mechanics.”
“Does Y/N even like me back for me to confess?”
“Yes. You’re a fool for not noticing it: the avoidance, the distance, the shyness. Any of that ring a bell?” She can pinpoint exactly when the realization hits him. “Everyone can see it except for the two of you. I’m shocked that it took me to smack some sense into you; literally and metaphorically.”
“I always thought that all friends were like us.”
“In what world? Friends don’t look at each other like that.”
Su-Hyeok springs up from his chair with a hasty thank you, promising to think it through before confessing, and rushes off to who knows where.
When he leaves, Nam-Ra sits alone pondering whether she should just change her last name to Cupid.
Cheong-San and On-Jo clearly need some arrows as well.
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ +1
When Cheong-San’s mom invites the friend group to their chicken restaurant for a free meal, no one could decline.
You and Su-Hyeok come in a bit later after everyone had already started eating, hand-in-hand.
“There’s the cute couple!” Cheong-San’s mom exclaims, handing over the largest platter of fried chicken you’ve seen in your life.
“Mrs. Lee, they’re not—” everyone at the table choruses in unison, except for Nam-Ra.
“We are!” You say, holding up your clasped hands.
Dae-Su drops his chicken on the floor in shock and everyone’s mouths hang open comically in silence.
“Mwoya? Have you been fooling us all this time?” Your friends talk over one another, but the sentence is somehow comprehensible.
“Just ourselves,” Su-Hyeok admits, looking down at you fondly, only to see you already gazing up at him.
