AN: Guess whoâs back! Yeah, itâs me heh. Guys Iâm so sorry for abandoning you for a year, everything has been a bit hectic with my family and my studies and stuff, still is, but Iâm trying to manage my time better (key word: trying). Anyway, I leave you with another part of Oh No because I was somehow able to watch ESC again this year and my brain rot came back, gifting me with a smudge of inspiration that I had to wring out as much as I could.
Warnings: none I think? Bad English (Iâm sorry, I promise Iâm trying), implied thoughts (iykwim), I donât know if there are any curse words here but I warn yâall just in case.
Pairings: Bojan CvjetiÄanin x fem!actress!reader + a tiny bit of Bojan x KÀÀrijĂ€ + a tiny bit of KÀÀrijĂ€ x fem!actress!reader
Without further a due, here is part 3! Hope you enjoy!
As soon as Jere woke up, his first thought was about having lunch with Bojan and the Sloveneâs girlfriend. His stomach did somersaults at the idea.
He cursed to himself when he took a look at his phone, seeing that it was later than he wouldâve wanted.
He got ready as quickly as he could, taking a little more time choosing his outfit, since he wanted to look presentable and, when he was done, took everything he would need to go out and exited his room.
He knocked twice on Bojanâs room door and waited patiently (not) for someone to open the door.
âJust a second!â He heard a feminine voice from inside, sounding breathless.
The girl opened the door with a smile on her face and Jere couldnât help but notice the light freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Since when did she have those? He hadnât noticed the night before.
âSorry, we slept in,â she said sheepishly.
âDonât worry.â He smiled back.
When he looked towards the rest of the room, he could make out Bojan putting a shirt on and closing the closet door, smiling at Jere when he noticed him.
âGood morning!â The Slovene exclaimed cheerfully while the girl went towards the bathroom.
âJust gonna put on some makeup to fix my zombie face,â she excused herself.
âNo need fix,â Jere murmured under his breath at the same time Bojan grumbled something along the lines of âwhat zombie face? You look like a princess in the morningsâ.
She giggled cutely and singsonged a âthank you boysâ, making the two men flush and widen their eyes at each other.
Bojan and Jere looked at different restaurants in the Sloveneâs phone to decide where they would go beforehand while the girl finished up in the bathroom.
Exiting the hotel lobby with both Bojan and his girlfriend made him feel floaty and he couldnât keep the dopey smile out of his face, small chuckles leaving his throat at any stupid comment one of them would make.
She couldnât help but smile as soon as she woke up, the warmth enveloping her being way too familiar for her not to know who it was embracing her from behind.
The girl stretched and snorted when Bojan grumbled something incoherent, a bad headache probably on the way to full development after the night before.
âGood morning, my love,â she whispered against his temple before kissing the warm skin there.
The grumbles grew louder in volume and she chuckled, amused, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
Finishing her morning routine was easy, as she had been doing it automatically for years. However, the fact that there was a dull ache at the back of her head made her choose to be safe and not sorry, taking out a couple of pills and swallowing one herself.
The girl took the room card and, when she was out in the corridor (pyjama-clad and all), she fist bumped when she saw what she caught a glimpse of the day before: a water fountain -with paper cups and all!
She took one of the cups and filled it with fresh water, making her way into the room again and leaving the glass and the pill on the bedside table for Bojan.
Then she checked the time.
âShit!â She turned towards the bed and climbed on it, gently shaking her boyfriend awake. âCome on, my love.â
âNooooo,â he whined, âfive more minutes.â
âWeâre gonna be late for lunch with Jere,â she explained, making him sit up instantly.
âUgh, my head hurts,â Bojan complained, running a hand down his face and messing up his already messy bed hair.
âSwallow this, itâll help.â
âYouâre an angel sent from Heaven, dear.â He kissed her cheek and took the pill with a big gulp of water.
She chuckled while searching for something cute to wear, deciding on a floral dress, to match the spring weather (although cold, so a jacket would have to do).
There were knocks on the door and she laughed at Bojan trying to put on clothes quickly while getting detangled from the bedsheets.
They finally found a restaurant they all wanted to try and they were lucky enough to be told that it wasnât full.
âWhat are you gonna order?â The girl asked her boyfriend, a small pout on her lips when she couldnât choose just one dish from the menu.
âProbably the chops,â Bojan answered.
âOf course, you Balkan dad.â Her chuckles made Jere smile with a confused tilt of his head.
âWhat is Balkan dad?â
Both the girl and the Slovene crossed glances and started full on laughing, a couple of heads turning in their direction.
âItâs a stereotype,â she started, but continued explaining when he just stared at her, âapparently, all dads in the Balkan countries behave the same way; and that includes loving barbecued meat!â
âAh,â he let out eloquently.
The conversation kept flowing after they ordered their food, the sound of their amused laughter filling the small restaurant with lively energy.
âI do! I love Rammstein!â She tried to convince the other two after KÀÀrijĂ€ mentioned his favourite band.
âThereâs no way, Iâve never heard you listening to them, ever,â Bojan countered
âThatâs cause I always wear headphones, duh!â
Jere was wheezing when they kept going back and forth, his cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling that day.
He chanced a look at Bojan when he couldnât hear them arguing anymore and caught him staring with a soft smile.
âWhat?â He couldnât help but ask. The smile on the other manâs face grew wider and he flushed a little.
âFor real though.â The girl seemed to not have seen any of it. âA lot of people on TikTok edited me to Sonne when the last episode of The Enemy came out.â
âI get it,â Bojan agreed, suddenly, âThe Enemy was way too good and the vibes of that song kinda fit.â
When Jere didnât answer them, the Slovene turned to him with bright eyes and started explaining the plot of a show his girlfriend starred in.
âStoooop, stop it, Bojan.â She pushed his arm as if to get his attention. âThatâs enough, you donât have to tell him everything.â
Her face was so red, and the rapper stared at the way her eyes seemed shinier.
âShe looks beautiful when she blushes, right?â The Slovene teased when he saw the face Jere was making.
âNo! Yes, yes,â he stuttered, blood running towards his face, âvery pretty.â
She blushed harder at the comment, her eyes looking anywhere but at the two men.
âOkay, thatâs enough, the both of you,â she stammered out, a small smile on her lips making it obvious that she wasnât mad.
âSorry, love, canât help it,â Bojan said with a childish grin.
The conversation went towards the rehearsals and the schedules the Slovene and Fin had the next day, trying to make plans to hang out but finding they couldnât due to everything being overlapped.
âExcuse me, I apologise but we really need a table and, since you have finished already, would you mind continuing your conversation by the bar or somewhere else, please?â A waitress asked them politely with a sorry smile on her face.
âSure, sorry miss, weâll be leaving now!â She announced with a flourish.
They kept discussing the next daysâ schedules and ended up with a dinner plan and the idea that the girl could take turns to see the both of them during the day, as she insisted on watching them both practice.
âSo, Jere, up to join us for a Netflix and chill session?â
âBojan!â The girl stared at her boyfriend, bewildered, frantically looking around the lobby of their hotel to see if anyone else had heard.
The expression on the Finâs face must have told the other man that he actually knew what that meant and a smirk started stretching Bojanâs lips.
âJust kidding,â the Slovene singer relented after a good laugh.
âWe could watch something on Netflix, though, if you want, Jere.â The girl smiled at him, a pink hue decorating her cheeks.
KÀÀrijĂ€ chanced another look at Bojanâs little smirk and looked away immediately after they crossed glances, slowly nodding at the girl and following the couple towards their hotel room.
He was sure Bojan knew that something was up with him, and he worried a bit (a lot) about making the other man uncomfortable.
He didnât want to lose their friendship just because he developed a small (?) crush on him and his girlfriend. However, he told himself it didnât seem like Bojan was mad at him; in fact, it looked exactly the opposite, as if the other singer wanted to get a reaction out of him.
He didnât want to speculate or overthink too much, though, so he let it be for the moment.
When the subject of his thoughts opened the door with his key card, he immediately regretted his decision. There was no way the three of them would fit in that bed.
âDo you guys want snacks? We can order room service- or⊠didnât we have a bunch of chocolate stuff around here somewhere, babe?â The girl started walking around and searching for something in the small fridge.
âWhat do you wanna watch?â Bojan asked him with a small smile directed towards his cute (what? Stop it!) girlfriend.
âYou want, is fine,â he answered, trying hard to control where his eyes went.
When the girl stood back up with a quiet âaha!â, Bojan had already decided what to watch, setting up the laptop.
âGuys,â she started, biting her lip, âshouldnât we at least change from our outside clothes? We sleep there, Bojan.â
âThatâs very true.â He raised a hand towards his face and pushed away his hair, leaving it tousled (cute- no!). âDo you want some of my clothes, Jere? So that you donât have to go all the way to your room.â
âOkay,â he said, ears flushing at the thought.
The girl went inside the bathroom with a set of clothes and Bojan handed him a pair of sweats and a black shirt with a smile, turning around and starting to take off his own clothes.
âDonât look, donât look, donât look!â He told himself, widening his eyes and quickly turning around, changing as fast as he possibly could.
AN2: hope you enjoyed it! If you want any more parts, give it some love!