wang yixiang x f!reader ؛ “ nico . . . i love you so so so so so much . . . i don’t think i could live without you . . . ”
⟢ you’ve known nicho since your teenage years, and since he started working with you, you've become infatuated with him. you’ve pushed yourself into his life, meeting his parents and getting along with his sister. to everyone else, you two are inseparable, but in your eyes, it feels different. no matter how hard you try to fit into his world, you can’t seem to fill the space left by byun euijoo.
💬. this fic is heavily inspired by the movie "obsession"; the plot isn't fully mine since i've taken some major points and elements from the film to include in this story.
prelude: new worker? | masterlist | 1.4k wc
you waited on your living room couch, the soft fabric sinking under your weight, glancing over at the front door while the digital clock on your coffee table ticked away the minutes. you kept peeking at your phone, scrolling through social media, mostly looking over at nico’s instagram account. you had his schedule down—what days he had classes and when they ended. it was something you picked up on when the semester started, a normality between friends that spiraled into you memorizing every little detail about him.
you could name about eighty percent of his classes and every professor, each one a piece of nico’s life that you’d collected over time. when the clock hit two-fifteen, the usual quiet was broken by a soft knock at the door—his specific rhythm that you recognized. he normally took thirteen minutes to get to your place after class, but today he was two minutes late, making your stomach churn with anticipation. wondering what could’ve been keeping him from you.
you quickly got up from the couch, smoothing out your slightly wrinkled shirt with your hand while stealing a glance at yourself in your phone’s camera. just hoping you looked decent enough for nico. you turned the doorknob, revealing a sweaty nico. his outfit was simple—to a normal person, a black tank top paired with black jorts. but to you, it was like a punch in the stomach. all you could think about was the idea of other girls eyeing him, drooling over his muscles. it made you feel sick; it wasn’t fair.
you fought off the jealousy creeping in and forced a smile as you stepped aside to let him in, acting like everything was totally fine. he stepped inside, a smile spreading across his face as you closed the door behind him. he laid his hand on your shoulder, trying to keep his balance while kicking off his shoes.
“hi, y/n,” he said, his voice low and steady. hearing him say your name made everything inside you relax. all the jealousy that had been creeping up melted away. no other girl was ever going to have nico the way you did, and that made you feel special.
“hi,” you replied, your voice practically singing as a smile lit up your face. you both made your way to the couch, where nico flopped down onto the spot you’d save for him. you scooted next to him, snuggling up as much as you could while he dragged his arm around your shoulder.
“how was class?” you asked, feeling yourself melt against him.
“god, i’m so beat,” he whined, tilting his head back with a groan. a groan that almost fueled a response out of you. you could see the exhaustion written all over his face. it was an instinct for you to want to hold him and help him unwind.
“i’m sorry,” you replied with a frown, resting your head against his shoulder, for what seemed to be either comfort or a need to be closer. “i know your professor sucks,”
nico pouted and put his head on top of yours, nodding along. “how was your day?” he asked, pulling out his phone.
“hmm,” you thought for a second. “it was alright. just had one class this morning, then i had to stop by the shop.” you looked over at his phone, he instinctively tilted it for you to see whatever he was watching.
“you went to the shop? why?” nico asked, eyebrows furrowing for a second as he turned his head towards you.
“mhm, k wanted to see me, i guess? at least, that’s what he told me, but he ended up making me help stock,” you replied, looking up at him for a moment before your eyes dropped to his lips. you quickly looked back down at his phone, trying to distract yourself.
“ah, yeah, he does that to me, too. he always says he just misses me and then makes me help him with folding or something,” nico laughed. the living room wasn’t totally silent after that; you could hear tiktoks playing from nico’s phone, filling the air with occasional laughter.
“so, euijoo,” you mumbled quietly, tripping over the pronunciation.
“euijoo,” nico grinned, emphasizing the correct way to say it. “yeah, what about him?” he hummed, his enthusiasm creeping through. he was clearly loving this.
“well, i dunno,” you shrugged, “who is he?”
“i’ve known him since i was like, honestly, a toddler,” he replied casually, like it was no big deal. confusion washed over you. you’d known nico since your third year of high school, and this was the first time he was mentioning euijoo. you knew all the important people in nico’s life, or at least you thought you did. you’d spent time with his family, went to their yearly functions, and met all his close friends. you even knew how their group chat got its name. so why was this random guy popping out of nowhere?
“he just transferred to our school; we’ve been talking about it for a while now,” he added, noticing that you looked kind of shocked. you practically turned to him, your eyebrows raised. nico smiled, tilting his head in that playful way he does. “what’s wrong? why do you look so shocked?” he chuckled, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze like he was teasing you.
“i don’t know, you’ve never mentioned him to me,” you sighed, a bit of frustration creeping into your voice. “and you want him to work with us?” you titled your head slightly, feeling that mix of confusion and jealousy bubbling inside. the idea of this new guy joining your work circle, someone nico had allegedly known forever, didn’t sit right with you.
“yeah, i mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, right?” nico’s face lit up with that bright smile you’ve always loved. “he’s funny, y/n, i think you’ll like him! we’re honestly pretty similar,” he added, practically beaming. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his enthusiasm. every word he threw at you felt like a punch in the gut. the way he spoke so highly of euijoo made the air feel heavier, almost suffocating. why did he need someone new? you were right there, literally sitting next to him, and yet all his attention was now focused on euijoo.
nico had caught your eye roll. his grip on your shoulder shifted, and he frowned slightly, looking at you like he didn’t get it. “hey… what’s with the attitude? you haven’t even met him yet.”
you shrugged, but it felt more like a gesture of defeat. “i don’t know… i just wonder if this is really necessary,” you replied, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice, but clearly, it didn’t work.
“c’mon, y/n, it’s just work,” he countered, pulling away like the physical distance suddenly mattered. “is this even about work anymore?” he questioned, “you’re acting like… like i’m trying to replace you or something,” his words stumbled out as he struggled to understand why this upset you. for a moment, the air between you was thick, like everything you two shared was hanging by a thread. nico knew how close you were; even he found it hard to imagine anyone else stepping into your bond.
“of course this is about work, i’m not worried about being replaced!” you shot back, crossing your arms defensively. “i just don’t understand why he needs to work with us specifically. he can’t work anywhere else?” each word was laced with frustration.
nico’s arms fell to his lap, a pause settling over you both. “you know, sometimes it feels like you don’t want me to have any friends other than you…” his tone was almost confident, as if he’d been wanting to say this for a while. “that’s not healthy,” he added, locking eyes with you. your heart sank as his words hovered between you.
before you could respond, his phone buzzed. it almost felt staged. he sighed, running a hand through his hair—a nervous habit you once found endearing, now making you hate him a little more. “i’ve gotta meet fuma and euijoo,” the mention of his name made you wanna rip off his skin and wear it as your own. all nico could talk about was stupid euijoo. “i’ll see you later, okay?” and just like that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him.
his goodbye was shorter than usual, lacking the warmth of a hug. you sunk back into the couch, you could physically feel the weight of jealousy pressing you down harder than before. thoughts whispered in your mind, painting scenarios where nico had never intended to pull away from you like this. you didn’t want him to have new friends—to have anyone else who could understand him as you did. all these doubts in your head twisted your feelings into something horrible. you just wanted him to notice you again, to care like he used to.
⧽ first chap!!!!! oh mygosh i had so much fun writing this i cant. i was like sitting in bed and i was like i have to write this chapter NOW. LMAO i hope i captured y/n’s jealousy and possessiveness well.. this is my first writing… spare me…. 😭😭😭😭 this first chapter isn’t present time btw! u can probably tell from the chapter names LOL but this is just to get an idea of y/n’s feelings for both nico and ej! next chapter may or may not be nico’s pov……… so heh…. 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 and i ofc had to post this early too.... LOL im just so excited for this series😈
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