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Who does Luna and Monet went as to the Halloween party? I am sp not pop culture it's awkward

Hey! According to Josh Safran, they were Claudia Schiffer and Naomi Campbell respectively! No worries, I had no clue who literally all of them were except for Pippa and Bianca because they were OG Gossip Girl characters, that's how non-existent my own knowledge on pop culture is, so.... 😂😂😂

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Black Perfume #1

Black Perfume Part 1

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↳ summary: it can’t be a coincidence. as you lose your friends one by one, who is there left to trust?

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For The Weekend

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» a/n: Sorry for the very late post! 😅 A second one shot will be posted to hopefully make it up 🥺 -admin rai 

» genre: fluff, like a little bit of angst but not really 

» word count: 2.8k

You can’t help the smile that is fixed on your face, even though your cheeks have long since begun to sting. Driving through the familiar streets, you practically bounce in your seat from elation. Finally after weeks of studying and cramming for exams, you’re able to take a little break and visit home to see your boyfriend. You told him you were going to be coming in Friday evening in order to get a little rest period between your last exam and a long drive back, but your eagerness to see him again got the best of you, so you decided to surprise him Thursday morning instead. The familiar street signs send electricity coursing through your veins, energizing you as your grip on the wheel tightened.

You let out a content sigh as you pull into the driveway, barely parking the car as you yank your keys out of the ignition. You almost skip to the door before stopping yourself. How embarrassing can you be? Relax a little. You think to calm yourself as you step to the door, unlocking it easily and tiptoeing inside. You look around the living room and are unsurprised to see he’s still not up yet. Everything seems so still and quiet in the house, contradictory to your racing heart pounding in your chest. 

You creep up the stairs and head straight for your bedroom. Opening it confidently, you step inside, only for your throat to close up on you.

There, in your bed, lay your boyfriend and your best friend. They’re fast asleep, holding each other close and shirtless from what you can see. You’re unsure of how to react, standing frozen in place for what feels like years before your legs finally carry you out of the room and out of the house. Tears start to blur your vision but you viciously rub your eyes to rid them. Storming to your car, you slam the car door shut and start your car up. You don’t know where you’re going to go, you just know that you don’t want to be near either one of them.

You don’t really make it far, having to pull over into a supermarket parking lot once your tears start to fall and completely obstruct your view. Covering your face with your hands, you sob freely. You don’t want to cry; of course you’re hurt, devastated even, but you feel so weak crying over them. The frustration of the situation doesn’t make things any better and now you don’t know if you’re more upset at the issue you saw or your lack of control over your emotions. Finally calming yourself down a bit, you try to take deep breaths and think about your next plan of action.

How are you going to confront them? Do you go back? What are you going to say? All these questions make your head pound. You lean your head back against the seat and stare at your suitcase in the backseat. Fuck, where are you going to stay? You planned to be here for a couple of days, and there’s no way in hell you’re going back to stay at that house. Sniffling, you pull out your phone and search up your options to distract yourself, even if it is briefly. 

Scrolling through different hotels and inns, you can’t stop the sinking feeling it brings. A hotel room isn’t really where you want to spend your weekend. Your fingers fly past each variation of the same single bed room until you come across an open listing for a cabin. You ponder over the possibility and you’re a bit anxious to say that it becomes more appealing with each passing second. It’s not some dingy hotel room or inn, and it’s secluded in forestry. Maybe being surrounded by nature will allow you to calm yourself and think through what you actually want to do to handle this whole situation. It’s a bit of a drive, an hour outside of your city, but the separation could be exactly what you need. Without another thought, you book the cabin.

It’s around 1 pm when you finally start to see similar cabins scattered between the trees. Even though it appears as if the day had started not too long ago, the exhaustion of this morning weigh down your limbs. You’re glad you stopped inside the supermarket to grab some snacks and ready meals for your time here, though you already went through a sandwich on your drive up. Relief washes over you as you spot the cabin you’ve rented. You pull up and park in front, convincing yourself that you’re only a few feet away from finally being able to lay down.

Approaching the cabin’s front door, you haul your suitcase up each step before finally setting it down with a thud. The sudden echo of laughter pulls your attention to look at the group of boys piling into a neighboring cabin. They all seem so happy....and fucking loud. After everything that has happened in the last few hours, you’re praying that someone will have mercy on you and let you have some peace and quiet to think and mope around in. You don’t realize you’re still watching them, probably with a less than pleased expression, until you lock eyes with one of them. His wide, boxy smile immediately falters once he sees you and you take that as your cue to get inside as quickly as possible, fumbling with the keys only briefly before eventually forcing yourself and your suitcase through the door. Gripping the doorknob you see him still looking towards your porch, confusion and concern etched on his features evident through the sliver of space left until the door is finally shut.

You’re honestly proud of yourself for having only one good cry since being in the cabin. Although that may be because you fall asleep once you tired yourself out - still an accomplishment nonetheless. You sleep from that evening until around 8 am the next morning, woken up only because of the screaming you hear below your window. Dragging yourself out of bed, you look through your window to see the boys from next door huddled in the open backyard all the cabins in your line share. They’re looking out into the lake, laughing maniacally and once you follow their line of sight, you see one of them floating on an airbed a fair distance away from the dock.

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” the one in the lake screams and you were honestly surprised by the sheer volume of his voice as well as the amount of fear it held.

“Why only me?! Seokjin helped too!” the one you figure to be Jungkook complains, unabashed as he throws his head back in laughter before being hit by who you can assume to be Seokjin.

“Hey don’t drag me into this!”

“Fucking help me! I can’t swim!” screeching from the top of his lungs, Seokjin is the only one able to pull himself together and head towards the man. You step away from the window, laughing with a shake of your head. What a start to your Friday morning you think, seeing as you won’t be falling back asleep now.  

Cleaning yourself up, you head downstairs to fix up breakfast. A chorus of laughter can be heard outside and you’re unable to stop yourself from looking, despite already knowing what the source is. You see that all of them are now either in the lake or chasing each other, soaked in their same clothes from earlier that morning. Rolling your eyes, you debate going for a hike, a bike ride, or anything to get you some distance between you and them. Despite not knowing them, seeing all seven of them being so happy and carefree makes you bitter. You know it’s unreasonable, you know that you don’t know them and being upset at their happiness is a bit excessive on your part, but you came up here to clear your head and avoid the mess that is your relationship. Privacy is what you came for and you intend to get it.

Finishing your breakfast in the living room, away from the backyard, you head back upstairs. Looking through your luggage, you realize you didn’t necessarily pack for a quick camping trip. You settle for some jeans and a nice blouse and decide a walk through the area is just as good as a long hike up the impressive trails. 

Heading out, you don’t notice the pair of eyes that follow you. He debates going with you, or asking if your okay once you get back. It’s obvious to him that something has upset you, the sadness in your eyes is unmistakable and it’s plain to see that you’ve been crying. Your pained features imprint themselves in his thoughts and he replays the image back until he gets hit on the side of his head with a ball.

“Taehyung, pay attention! And stop staring at strangers!” his friend giggles across from him and all Taehyung can do is cradle his throbbing head.

Your brisk walk turns into something much longer, arriving back towards the lake around evening time. The scenery is captivating; everything seems so tranquil and soothing. You get so lost in the peacefulness that time seems to pass you by. 

When you eventually decide to make your way back, it’s close to sunset and you hope you will make it back before dark. 

The lake comes into your line of sight, as well the seven boys around a fire pit in between your two cabins. They’re eating, and laughing amongst each other as they seem to always do. You feel a bit awkward walking in the middle of their little dinner around the fire, so you sit on the dock. On your walk, you realized you weren’t really mad at them enjoying themselves while you didn’t; instead, you realized that you were upset that they had this strong bond and friendship between them and you were hurt that you had just lost both of yours. You thought you already cried out most of your tears earlier, but the tears that spring to your eyes now appear instantly.

“Hey, would you like one?”

You gasp at the voice that’s suddenly next to you and look up to see the boy from yesterday. Your eyes fall to the beer he holds in his hand before shaking your head.

“No thanks, I’m not a big drinker,” you politely decline.

“Me neither. But you seemed like you needed it.” You’re surprised that he takes a seat next to you, looking out to the lake like you’ve been. There’s a long silence and you think he may just sit quietly next to you the whole time, until he finally speaks up again.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way.” Smiling over at you, he extends a hand out.

“Y/N.” You force out a small smile and shake his hand swiftly.

“Any reason you're out here alone in the middle of the woods? A homicide, perhaps?” He teases.

You chuckle at his question, spitting out a quick “no” in the process.

“Hmm... don’t really believe you, if not that then what are you doing out here by yourself?” You look at him slightly dazed, but he only smiles back at you.

“Did you think that just because I know your name now, we’re friends and I’m going to tell you all of my secrets?” You tease him back and all he can do is laugh.

“Not all of them. Just the good ones.” You shake your head and laugh softly. You both sit in silence once more, enjoying the movement of the water while he shakes the bottle of beer in his hand.

“Why don’t you come up and eat with us!” Before you can even process his question, Taehyung is standing up and holding his hand out to you.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m fine, really, I already have-”  

“Please? It’s fun to eat with others! Plus it’s kinda weird of us to keep eating dinner while you stare off into the sunset like some chick mourning in a soap opera,” he raises his brows and gestures to his extended palm as you blush.

“Oh, uh, if it’s weird I can go inside I just didn’t want to interrupt-”

“Go inside and eat alone while wallowing in whatever misery brought you up here in the first place? Don’t think so,” Taehyung reaches down to grab your hand and pull you up with him, leading you straight to his group of friends while you stutter out your pleas.

You approach the group with an all-consuming apprehension.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is everyone.” He hands one of his friends the beer he brought out for you. 

“For you, Jimin,” he smiles proudly and takes a seat on the grass nonchalantly, gesturing for you to take his chair. Uttering out a timid greeting, you sit uneasily and look around at all of them, You then watch as Jimin opens the beer only for it to foam and spill all over him. 

He yelps in surprise while Taehyung simply states, “That was for hitting me in the head with a ball”. The group watches them slightly amused as they greet you individually. You were expecting a bit more awkwardness, but everyone greets you and continues on in their conversation as if nothing happened, even including you in their discussion. The tension rolls off of you in an instant and you look down at Taehyung to see that he is already smiling up at you.

You try not to choke on the piece of meat you’re chewing as one of them, named Hoseok, turns beet red once you reveal that you saw him floating out on the lake in the early morning.

“You saw that?!” He questions, covering his mouth and laughing in both embarrassment and joy.

“Heard you loud and clear before anything else,” you tease as the rest of them laughs along with you and at him.

As the night goes on, everyone’s energy goes with it. One by one, the boys go back inside and to bed. When only you, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon are left, you decide to get up and go too.

“Thank you for letting me join you guys. I really appreciated it,” you thank them genuinely. As much as you didnt want to intrude on their group, they welcomed you openly and you were able to laugh and enjoy the night with them.

Taehyung gets up with you, smiling at you brightly. “You should join us tomorrow too! We’re gonna go on a hike and then maybe have a movie night if you’re interested?” You smile at his thoughtfulness, but shake your head at his offer.

“No, no, I’m fine really, I don’t want to keep bothering you guys.” You look around at Yoongi and Namjoon, hoping one of them will support you.

“No, we’d love it if you joined us actually!” Namjoon replies, sending you a tired smile.

“Yeah, you’re really fun to talk to and you fit right in,” Yoongi backs up Namjoon’s statement and you’re a bit speechless.

“See? I promise you’re not intruding,” Taehyung tries to convince you further, but you’re still a bit hesitant.

“I know you probably came up here to be alone, but please spend time with us. Just for the weekend, and then we’ll be out of your hair and you don’t have to worry about being dragged into stuff with us… unless you like it and have fun of course. Then you’re always welcome to future events,” he smiles that same boxy smile you saw the first time and you can’t bring yourself to say no. You are having fun with everyone, something you weren’t expecting when you came up here in the first place.

“I guess - I guess okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You smile at the three of them before Taehyung starts walking you the short distance to your cabin.

“Oh, wait…,” you turn to look at Taehyung, disappointment settling in slowly. “I don’t have any hiking clothes.” You pout and Taehyung can’t help the giggle that slips out.

“With that look you gave me, I thought it was serious,” he giggles again at your furrowed brows before he shakes his head. “Don’t worry, we have extra clothes. Might be a little big, but I’m sure you’ll look that much cuter.”

You blush at his comment and look away, opening your door and stepping inside.

“Goodnight, Taehyung,”  You wave him off.

“Goodnight.” He smiles back at you, waiting until you’ve completely shut the door before he turns to run back to go to bed and see you again tomorrow.

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Black Perfume #3

Black Perfume Part 3

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↳ summary: it can’t be a coincidence. as you lose your friends one by one, who is there left to trust?

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Love Lies

based on the song Love Lies by Khalid ft. Normani

➳ a/n: drabble 4/7!  💖 ~ Rai

➳ genre: fluff

➳ word count: 378

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Waste the day and spend the night

        It was another one of those days with Yoongi; the ones where you would just laze around in bed together, talk about nothing particular at all, go back and forth listening to each other’s music. These type of days are undoubtedly your favourite -- and you know they’re his too. You’ve spent the entire day at your house; one minute it’s mid-morning and you’re blathering about the smell of your shampoo, and then the next minute it’s pitch black outside. Yoongi follows your eyes to your window, equally surprised by how fast the time has flown by. He looks at his phone to see that it’s already midnight, then lays his head back on the pillow, letting out a groan as he stretches his arms in front of him.

“I can’t believe I have to drive back to the dorm already,” he yawns, and without missing a beat, you retort back:

“Or you can just spend the night?”

You are just as surprised as he is by your comment, but you continue to look at your phone with your best poker face on. You can see Yoongi look over at you from your peripheral and curiosity gets the better of you. You look towards him to scan his face and try to figure out what he’s thinking. The two of you have been dating for a while, but neither of you have stayed the night before. Quick naps here and there, but never spent the whole night alone together. You notice a smug smirk on Yoongi’s face once he realizes that you’re in fact being serious.

“Really? You want me to spend the night?” He questions, eyeing you inquisitively.

“Why not? It’s already late and you’re tired and…,” you begin to ramble to try and justify yourself, and Yoongi submits to the smile that breaks across his face. He laughs and pulls you into him, his chest sending vibrations through you.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’d miss me?” He teases.

You scoff, dismissively, “Absolutely not. If you want to drive all the way back to the dorms, then be my guest.” You smirk against him as he laughs again.

“I think I’d like it more here,” he mumbles against your hair before kissing your head gently.

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Love Lies

based on the song Love Lies by Khalid ft. Normani

➳ a/n: drabble 2/7 :)) enjoyy ~ Rai

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader

➳ genre: fluff

➳ word count: 521

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It's not easy for someone to catch my eye

         A relationship was never something that earnestly crossed Jungkook’s mind. Of course he imagined that in the future he’d do the whole girlfriend, maybe marriage, thing, but he never actively pursued someone. He didn’t want to jeopardise his nor BTS’ image, and he knew popularity would plummet the second he announced a new relationship status. That was, until he met you.

He was walking into a cafe near BigHit studios distracted by his phone, when he suddenly walked into you, knocking your three cups of coffee onto your white blouse and soaking you to the skin.

“Watch where you’re going!” You groaned, pulling back the cupholder to examine the mess of your work shirt.

“Shit,” he mutters, “I’m so sorry.” He scrunched up his nose, quickly squeezing past you wiping at your blouse to snatch some tissues off of the counter inside. He jogged back outside, and instinctively went to wipe at your chest, now stained with a grotty beige.

You jolted back as his hand grazed your bra, “Excuse me?” You cried in disbelief.

His jaw dropped open and he retreated back again, freezing, “Fuck, I didn’t- that wasn’t-”

“Please, just-,” you sighed, frustrated, “You’ve done enough.”

Jungkook’s face fell with guilt, watching you wipe fatuously at the drenched material. He swallowed back his nerves, running his tongue across his lower lip awkwardly before offering:

“I’ll buy you new ones. And a new shirt. Or I’ll send it to get dry cleaned I just-,” he paused, looking at you a little desperately, “I’m sorry.”

You hesitated, hearing the sincerity of his tone and glancing at his pleading eyes, “Fine. I want three medium Americanos and I’ll be back here tomorrow with the shirt for it to be cleaned.”

After that… encounter, he bought you the three medium Americanos, and he took you to the dry cleaners the next day to get your shirt cleaned. And then he offered to buy you dinner- an apology, obviously. Not to do with the fact he couldn’t stop thinking about the way your lips curved when you spoke or how your chest swelled invitingly with every breath you took, obviously.

Since then, you were on his mind day in and day out. Jungkook tried to convince himself that he’d be over you soon enough, but after two months had passed and he was starting to think about you more, he knew this wasn’t just a ‘phase’, as management liked to think.

Jungkook didn’t know how to deal with it. He knew he couldn’t keep asking you out as he had been doing; little cafe meetups, dinner reservations, going to the arcade and then bowling where he’d never show any mercy and beat you every time. He knew if he were caught and rumours were spread that it would affect his entire group and career.

But he didn’t care. He liked having you around, and he liked this bubble you’d created; somewhere he could get away from a life of fame and incessant hard work and expectations, and instead lose himself in the embarrassing squeaks of your laugh. And he decided you were worth it; worth risking everything.

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Love Lies

based on the song Love Lies by Khalid ft. Normani

➳ a/n: drabble 3/7! enjoy! 💖 ~ Rai

➳ genre: fluff

➳ word count: 645

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Don't be afraid to tell me if you ain't with it

         You and Namjoon have been dating for a while now and it’s starting to get serious. So serious, in fact, that he wants to publicize your relationship. At first you didn’t mind, finding it sweet that he was willing and proud to show you off as his girlfriend despite the impact it could have on his career. However, after getting the approval from his management and his suggestions of how to announce the relationship, you started to panic.

At first you were subtle, pushing it back more and more each time. “Let’s announce it after you release your mixtape. Focus on producing and promoting that now” “I think it’s better if we announce it after your new album.” “Maybe after you’re back from tour?” “You’re really busy right now. Let’s wait for your break.”

Unfortunately, Namjoon picked up on your game. Honestly, he was a little hurt. Were you scared? Or were you not as proud of him as he was of you? He decided to confront you on the matter rather than worry for no reason. He knew you loved him.

“Y/N?” He called out to you after getting home from practice.

“Bedroom!” You called back out to him and soon heard his footsteps head in your direction.

“Can we talk about something?” Namjoon asked unsurely, rubbing the back of his neck. You felt your heart rate pick up and your chest tighten.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” You replied, trying your best to not sound as nervous as you were. Namjoon walked towards you and took a seat next to you in bed. You turned your body towards him slowly, slightly calmed when he reached out to hold your hand in his.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, searching your eyes.

“Of course.” You replied, the nerves coming back.

“And you know that you can tell me anything and that you can trust me, right?” He asked again, worry now filling his eyes.

“Of course I know. Why?”

He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand. “Do you still want tell people? About us?” You could hear the nerves and uncertainty in his tone. “I never want to make you uncomfortable or force you to do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready, please tell me. I’ll understand.” Although his eyes were soft and sincere, his words had a certain urgency to them.

You blinked at him, almost at a loss for words as you yourself didn’t know the answer. You loved him and you wanted people to know, but you were scared. Scared of the avid fans, the media attention, the pressure of being a ‘celebrity’s’ girlfriend. And above all that you just didn’t want to let him down; you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed about you. Meaning, if you went to some fancy fundraiser event, then all the girls would be dressed up to the nines with immaculate skin, hair, nails, and just natural perfection.  You would never be that.

You sighed, pulling your hand away from his gently, “I want to tell people, I do, I-,”

There’s a moment of pause where Namjoon moves down the bed, so he’s laying next to you, “You what?”

“I don’t know,” You exhale, “I suppose I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

He frowns, “Disappointed?”

“In me, in- in what I’m not. I’m never going to be like the others like- like, I don’t know- like Jimin’s and Hobi’s girlfriends, they’re so gorgeous and they don’t even try, and I can’t reach that even if-”

You aren’t able to finish speaking before he’s shuffled closer to you and pressed his lips against yours, cutting you off. He pulls back a moment later, resting his forehead against yours.

“You are gorgeous too. Don’t ever compare yourself to them, Y/N. You are so much more than you think.”

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Love Lies

based on the song Love Lies by Khalid ft. Normani

➳ a/n: finally finished with the series! drabble 7/7 ~ Admin Rai

➳ genre: fluff

➳ word count: 792

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It's hard for me to open up, I'll admit it

         You heard his throaty laugh from across the room before you saw his face. There was something about Hoseok that always brought an atmosphere of joy and excitement to any room; whether it be the dullest of parties or most awkward family gatherings he could always bring a little laughter back into the space. You smiled as your eyes scanned for the boy in the direction that his voice rang from, immediately seeing his figure doubled over as he pointed and laughed at the sight in front of him. Your eyes stayed concentrated on Hoseok, disregarding the image of the other boys playing some imaginary game of ping pong, but after a fleeting moment his eyes glanced up at you and you instantly averted your gaze.

“Y/N!” He called genially, jogging over to join you under the doorway to the open studio, a smile prominent on his lips as he took in your figure.

You pursed your lips together, perhaps a little awkwardly, before peering up at his luminous red hair and gleaming eyes, “Hey.” You allowed your teeth to graze your lower lip, unsure what to do with yourself.

He glimpsed at the watch on his wrist then back at you, more concerned, “I thought you were going to be here a half hour ago.”

“I got caught up at work.” You made up an excuse for yourself. The reality was you’d spent a good 20 minutes with your head against the steering wheel contemplating how the hell someone like Hobi could’ve confessed his feelings to you just the previous night then invited you out after his practice the next day for a ‘platonic practice date’ so you didn’t feel overwhelmed. Ironically, you were going out of your mind.

“Oh, right.” He nodded somewhat suspiciously, but was quick to dismiss the notion as he reached for his coat next to the door with a far more cheerful demeanour, “Shall we?”

You smiled uneasily in response, turning on your heel to head back out towards the car park with Hobi trailing you, clearly deciphering your anxiety with every passing second.

The car journey was… silent. Which was bafflingly unusual considering Hoseok’s normal approach would be to carry even a one-sided conversation rather than choose to drive quietly without even the dull hum of the radio to drown out the awkwardness. You busied yourself with picking at your maroon nail polish, already chipped from where you’d been habitually grating away the colour when nervous; a mannerism you’d been trying to overcome for a while, but there’s no chance you would do in situations like the one you found yourself in.

Suddenly, he swung the car to the side of the road and jerked it to a halt, staring ahead as you widened your eyes in shock.

“Why did you do that!” You shrieked, hands firm against the glovebox to brace the sudden jolt forwards.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” He blurted, manoeuvring in his seat to face you, “Why were you so late? Why are you acting so damn weird?”

Your breath hitched in your throat and made you feel like you were suffocating, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lies. You knew exactly what he was picking up on.

“Y/N, if you don’t want to go out with me you could just say.”

Your jaw fell slack in disbelief, “What?”

“I would rather you just tell me straight that you don’t like me that way.”

“Hobi, no,” you shook your head, conflicted with your own tendency to keep your emotions concealed and the man in front of you clearly struggling to overlook your seclusion, “No, it’s not that it’s- I-,” you trailed off, still searching for the write words.

He raised his eyebrows, gently encouraging you to continue, “I just- I don’t normally do things like this, I suppose, I don’t really like to talk- or, or do dates, or whatever.”

Your phrasing was jumbled and full of stuttering, but nonetheless he took the message perfectly from your chaos, moving to place a hand on your knee comfortingly. You glanced at your lap in response, suddenly feeling awfully self-conscious.

“Y/N, you know you don’t have to be worried, or scared to talk to me. I know you’re not used to it- trust me I get it. But I’m asking you now, please don’t hide away like this, or get nervous about me. I like you too much for this to be screwed up by old habits.”

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as you processed his declaration and attempting to muster up some response, but before you were able to do so, you were interrupted.

“You don’t need to say anything yet. But when you’re ready, I’m here.”