GENRE : social media au (smau), fluff, angst, college au, sister's best friend!anton
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
WARNINGS : cursing, the usage of 'kys', mentions of cheating (not on the reader or anton's part) sexual jokes, toxic relationships, toxic friendships.
BEFORE YOU READ: hi! hello! i'm so excited to publish my first smau on this blog, YIPPEE, i sincerely hope you guys like it 🙇♀️
profiles 1 | profiles 2
01 : minjeong's best sister award
02 : minjeong's cockblock award
03 : mission anton befriends seunghan failed.
04 : mission anton befriends seunghan on hold.
05 : the inevitable lore drop
06 : the fumbler redeems himself (written part : 484 words)
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
(a/n): a little late for anton's birthday, sorry 😞 (also repost cuz my tumblr didn't know the difference between saving a draft and posting it for a second there SIGH)
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
you stare down at your fingers. they’re unusually cold, your nails clipped for your upcoming concerto — for a role you’re not even sure is yours anymore. you heave a sigh, your head held low. you suppose your current predicament could always be worse… right?
the practice room is quiet. you’re alone by the piano, the black and white keys staring back at you.
you lightly graze your fingers across the black keys, the wood beneath them grounding you in reality. lightly pressing the keys, you find yourself playing a dissonant chord. you wince. It’s ugly, jarring — it clashes. it’s everything you hate in music.
and perhaps, it’s everything you’re feeling.
you keep playing dissonant chords anyway, an array of awful notes that so obviously don’t belong together. a part of you couldn’t care less. you’ve been playing the piano for so long, always told to follow the sheet music, to the point that you’ve forgotten what it felt like to create something of your own.
something that had always belonged to you.
the piano grows louder, your fingers pressing harder against the keys as the thoughts in your head grow quieter. everything you’re playing lacks harmony; it sounds like an argument you’re all too familiar with. it reminds you that no matter what you do, your sister always finds a way to twist your words.
maybe it would be better if you just stepped down as the soloist, you think bitterly. with the piano sounding horrible under your hands, one would only assume you’re definitely not the soloist, right? might as well play into it. if the people around you are going to drag you down like that, you might as well do it before they do—
“y/n?”
the music stops.
the last chord fades under the sustain pedal.
you don’t even realize tears are rolling down your cheeks.
you quickly wipe them away, blinking as you lift your head. your eyes widen when you recognize the person standing in front of you.
anton.
you swallow thickly, your eyes darting away as you clear your throat. you stand up, collecting your sheet music as you align the papers, lightly tapping them against the piano. you laugh softly. It’s a bad cover-up — it sounds fake, and you know it.
“well, I didn’t expect you to find me here. what a coincidence,” you say, trying to sound cheerful as you slip your clipped sheet music into your bag and sling it over your shoulder. the height difference between you two is painfully obvious when you look up.
“were you looking for my sister? she’s in the practice room down the hallway.” you point in the direction.
anton’s expression dims, his lips pulling downward. his voice comes out softer than he expects.
“i was looking for you.”
your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before you force your features neutral again. you glance away, scratching your neck awkwardly. “why?”
he looks almost offended, sighing as he licks his lips nervously. he steps closer so he can really see your face. “what do you mean, why? I thought…”
you look back at him, brows furrowing, lips tightening into a small frown. “you thought what?”
he senses the hostility in your tone. his shoulders tense as he takes a step back, tucking his hands into his pockets. he mirrors your posture unconsciously, eyes flicking away with a faint blush.
“i thought you wanted to see me too.”
your breath catches. you had assumed anton would hate you after everything that happened with sungchan. you thought it would be easier to let him hate you than admit how desperately you’ve wanted to see him.
your facade cracks instantly. your eyes drop to your shoes, your grip tightening on your bag strap. “i do.” Your voice breaks — smaller and quieter than you meant it to be.
anton lowers his gaze, then carefully steps closer. he pauses, making sure you aren’t uncomfortable, before gently lifting your chin with his hand.
“then please… look at me.”
you finally meet his eyes, unsure and unsteady, your breath uneven. all you can see is the kindness in his gaze, the patience in the way he holds you — and before you know it, you break down.
“i—i thought you’d hate me. after what sungchan and I did…” you whisper.
he smiles faintly, wiping your tears as he lets out a short, soft laugh. “i did,” he admits, glancing down as he thinks. “but there must be more to the story.”
“and I want to hear it from you.”
“no one else.”
16 : from you.
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
erm not me posting to ask you how y'all make friends here? anyone wanna be friends? HAHSHAH IM TRYING TO BE MORE ACTIVE ON MY BLOG GUYS IM SORRY IF IM AWKWARD ASF
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
