Summary: It was your week off, but also your week where you had your period. Bobby came home, saw you in pain and decided to stay with you and help you through it...
Warnings: None!! Fluff ♡♡♡
A/N: this is so short I'm SO sorry.
Tranquility
A Bobby Skeetz Fanfiction.
It was your week off work.
Unfortunately, in that time stamp your period had arrived, and your cramps were killing you...And your sensitivity as well.
Robert wasn't home yet, but he was continuously texting you and sending you silly pictures of himself...
Rob 🩷
"I'll be home soon."
You
"Waiting for you, love..."
**
As soon as Robert came home, he saw you sat on the sofa, grunting from your cramps.
"Everything's alright, love?" — He asked, closing the door behind him and running up to you, careless about anything else. His attention was directed to you.
"I'm on my period...Cramps are killing me..." — You grunted slightly, holding your stomach in your hands.
He immediately sat down next to you, making you sit down on his lap. He didn't even take his coat or anything off, he couldn't care less about that.
He started cuddling you, holding you close, stroking your hair and rubbing his hand on your stomach slowly and carefully.
"Anything I can do?" — He asked looking at you.
"Snacks...Cuddles...And a warm tea." — You asked gently, looking back at him.
"Alright doll, stay here I'll make you something." — He smiled, moving you onto the couch and tucking you again with your beloved blanket.
He prepared you a warm tea, and brought you your favourite snacks...
"Thank you, love..." — You smiled, taking the stuff Robert had brought you and setting it down on the coffee table.
He then proceeded to sit down next to you, pulling you in his arms as he put your favourite film on.
"Treating you like a princess today...Well, I always treat you like this. But today especially." — He chuckled.
"Mhm... Well, I like this princess treatment...!" — You smiled.
He continued cuddling you, and holding you close, as you sometimes groaned from the cramps. Each time he heard you groan a bit he would hold you close and kiss your head.
"It's gonna be okay, alright? Just forget about the cramps and focus on the film, me and your snacks." — he smiled, kissing your forehead.
"I'll try...Although, It's really hurting me...I don't know why, I've never had period cramps this strong..." — You said, grunting because of the pain from the cramps.
Bobby noticed you grunting and slightly reached down to your stomach, moving his warm hand slowly over it, and holding you close. He wanted to find a way to relieve the pain, but couldn't think of anything, and the sight of you in pain made his heart ache.
"Listen, let's just cuddle. If it gets worse, you're taking the painkillers, alright?" — He looked into your eyes, soft gaze meeting yours. He knew how much your period hurt, and wanted to make you feel better.
Y/N : "Okay...I'll tell you if it gets worse..."
**
In between kisses, cuddles, flirting and chilling the night went on.
Your period cramps hadn't gotten worse, but slightly better, thanks to Robert caressing your stomach with his warm hand and thanks to all the snacks he had brought you. He knew everything about you, your favourite snacks, your favourite film, how much you love spending time with him...He really just knows you better than anyone else. He knows how much you like being treated like a princess, and how much you can't get enough of him.
"Cramps feeling any better?" — He smiled, asking softly.
"Yeah, they're basically...gone..." — You chuckled — "You might be magical, love..."
"Am I now, princess? I just know how to treat you right..." — He smiled, stamping a kiss on your forehead.
He noticed it was getting late, it was basically 00.30am. He yawned, but you weren't tired at all...You were still full of energy from all the sugary snacks...
"You tired?" — You asked, energetic and probably ready to jump around the whole house.
"Nah, nah...How about you... he yawns You go take care of yourself and I wait for you here..." — He smiled with sleepy eyes.
And so you did, you went and took care of yourself, did your skincare, got changed and were ready for bed.
You went back to the living room, and found Robert basically asleep, lying down... He was too cute, so you took a quick photo of him and posted it on your Instagram.
( pretend his eyes are closed in the next pic pls :") )
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You decided to lie carefully next to him, and fell asleep.
**
The next day, you guys woke up late, at lunchtime, Bobby holding you in his arms, your legs basically intertwined around his. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating into yours...
"Good morning, love..." — He smiled, sleepy voice.
"Hey...You haven't seen the post I made on Instagram yet?" — You chuckled, wanting to see his reaction...
"No, what did you post-?" — He said, grabbing his phone on the coffee table and checking his Instagram, just to see the photo of him half asleep on the couch...
"Oh ye' bastard...You're lucky I love you!" — He laughed, chuckling at the photo and giving you a kiss on your cheek.
"I love you too Bobby..." — You smiled, knowing you were happy and safe in the arms of the one you loved...
He cared about you a lot, and so Jiwon wasn’t afraid to admit that when you were around, he’d try his best to pay attention to you, listen to what you were saying and pick up on anything that didn’t seem right.
B ⇴ BICKER
You were definitely the one out of the two of you that tried to bicker more, Jiwon would try and ignore you and not give you what you wanted, but usually you’d end up getting to Jiwon so much that he’d end up being left with no choice but to bicker back across to you in the hope that it would shut you up.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He was always there for you, no matter how worried Jiwon became whenever he could tell that you were upset. There would be a moment of panic in him when he could tell that something had got to you, however once he was composed, he’d remind himself that you needed him more than he needed to fret.
D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS
Neither of you disagreed much, you tended to agree on most things. The majority of your arguments though came from you both wanting to please the other person and do what they wanted to do. You often wanted to do what Jiwon wanted to do, but he also wanted to do what you wanted to do as well, and so you’d find yourselves arguing with each other to try and make the other person happier than you were.
E ⇴ EARLY YEARS
You were a little apprehensive around Jiwon when you first met, however when you saw him around other people and how bright he was, you knew that he was going to be someone that you’d get along with. It took a bit of time for the two of you to talk without having those awkward moments in between topics of conversation, but once you figured it all out, you soon found yourselves chatting endlessly.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Jiwon’s family took great care of you, even when Jiwon wasn’t around, they liked to be there for you. When Jiwon was on the road, they’d often invite you round for dinner or something so that they could see you and how you were as Jiwon wasn’t around to do so. They did it mostly because Jiwon told them too, always making his family promise to look after you whenever he wasn’t able to do so.
G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER
You both were very cautious whenever you went out, most of the time you ended up deciding to stay in where you had some privacy. Jiwon didn’t mind going out if you wanted to, but he’d always offer to drive you both there or map out the route that was the quietest to make sure that you didn’t run into any trouble.
H ⇴ HABITS
The two of you had a habit of knowing exactly what the other person was going to say. You liked to think that you knew Jiwon like the back of your hand, and he liked to think the same about you too and so you always tried to guess what was going to be said, and usually you ended up getting it right too.
I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES
Both of you were relaxed the most with each other, and so you were the person for the other who they had the most inside jokes with too. You weren’t quite sure how many you ended up with over the years, but usually if you remembered an inside joke, it would be one that you shared with Jiwon more than anyone else.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
Although he tended to control the mood at the best of times, Jiwon would often get just a little bit louder whenever he was feeling jealous. His voice would get a little noisier in the hope that it would hold your attention a little more and equally silence the others who were around you too. He’d stubbornly deny doing it once the two of you were alone, but you always knew exactly what Jiwon was like.
K ⇴ KICKS
Jiwon got a kick out of winding you up, he loved teasing you and snapping at you until you bit back. You did the exact same with him too, messing around and pushing each other until you got what you wanted was something that happened between the two of you just about every time that you hung out together.
L ⇴ LOVE
He loved how you were always there for him; nothing was ever too much trouble. If it was the middle of the night, Jiwon could call and know that you would answer, or if he was on the other side of the city, Jiwon knew that you would find a way to get to him. Having you there was a huge relief for Jiwon more than anything else because he knew that even if you weren’t right by his side, he was never actually alone.
M ⇴ MEETING
The two of you first met just before Jiwon debuted when you were working as a member of staff at the company. It was more of an accidental meeting than anything else when Jiwon knocked you as he walked past you, only to find out the next day that you were going to be working with him for a little while.
N ⇴ NONSENSE
His guard comes down around you all the time, you never get much of the serious side of Jiwon. Instead, you get the fun side, the side that doesn’t care about a thing in the world and does whatever he wants to do.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Jiwon was obsessed with your character, you ticked so many of the boxes that he always wanted to be filled in a best friend, more than he ever thought someone in his life would ever actually be able to.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
He loved seeing you with his family, how well you got along with them was something that meant a great deal to Jiwon. There was very little that he enjoyed more than just being able to sit back and watch you interact with his family, with Jiwon’s eyes especially drawn to the smiles that were on everyone’s faces.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
Confiding in you is something that Jiwon does a lot, although he smiles around others, he’ll come to you for advice and ask you if you can help him out whenever he’s not quite sure what he wants to do.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Stored on his memory drive where no one else could find them, Jiwon had several drafts of raps saved that he had written about you. They were personal to him and shared things that he didn’t quite feel prepared to share with other people yet, especially as he liked to keep your friendship as something private.
S ⇴ SUPPORT
Although he didn’t always express himself as he wanted, your support meant a lot to Jiwon. Above all else he loved that you always knew the right thing to say to get him motivated and feeling himself before he went on stage or cheer him up when he came off stage feeling as though he could’ve done a little better.
T ⇴ TRIPS
If he knew that you had some free time when he was on the road, Jiwon would find a way to bring you along with him so that he could take you to some new places and also get to explore around with you.
U ⇴ ULTIMATE
More than anything else Jiwon was appreciative of you and the many years that he’d had with you as his best friend by his side.
V ⇴ VISITS
If he was around and nearby to your place, Jiwon would always stop by. If you weren’t in when he expected you to be, he’d be ringing you straight away and seeing where you were to make sure that you were alright.
W ⇴ WISDOM
He was good with words and so Jiwon was also pretty good at giving you advice and putting things simply, but effectively, for you.
X ⇴ XXXX
Both of you weren’t exactly big on affection, the most that you’d usually do was poke each other to get their attention or maybe grab the other if they needed to be moved out of the way for some reason.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his inspiration, Jiwon wished that he could be more like you.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Both of you enjoy the comfort of home and so after your days together you’ll both head back to your own places, with Jiwon making sure that you know to text him that you’re home as soon as you walk through the door.
order 007 for anon: large classic milk tea with strawberry popping boba
*this was a request for general fluff, but there is some angst at the beginning and i'm so sorry about that, i got carried away T.T pls anonnie let me know if this is a problem and i can write a different fic with only fluff!!
Warnings: mentions of violence and knives, blood, injuries, explicit language
summary: badboy!Bobby fights a rude man at your café and also falls for how kind, patient and uh... attractive you are
[a/n]: this kind of also turned into a café?? au? since i've started working at a coffee shop ,, i'm getting some inspo heh
At around 11am, the café you work at gets incredibly busy as people begin trailing in to buy some lunch. All of the faces become a blur as you go into auto pilot, quickly taking orders and making drinks before moving onto the next person.
But you'll never forget one face.
During this rush one day, a boy walked in with baggy pants and a zip-up sweater, hood snug over his head. He had his hands in his pockets and stood slightly slouched over.
When he approached the till to make an order, he spoke quietly and looked down, avoiding your eyes.
"My friend wants a caramel macchiato. Could you get me that please?" he mumbled.
After handing you the payment in the form of loose change, he stood over to one side and waited for your to make his drink. Things seemed to be going okay until an angry customer approached you while you were making a drink.
"What the fuck's the hold up? Why is this taking so damn long?" he shouted, banging his fists against the counter.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm working on it immediately," you said, shakily grabbing a cup to start his order despite having not started the orders that were before his yet.
"No, this is absolute bullshit. Every time I come in here, my time is wasted on a shitty drink," he grumbled.
He turned to leave, but walked back to push over a pot of hot coffee. Luckily, you were standing away from it so you didn't get burned, but it did spill all over the floor.
He turned to walk away for good this time, and you just stood there, wondering if you should clean up the mess or tend to the customers first.
Amidst your internal debate, you didn't notice the caramel macchiato boy following the angry man until you heard the commotion and looked up. The boy had grabbed the man's arm and turned him around while still tightly holding onto him.
"How dare you disrespect such a lovely worker?" the boy spat out at the man.
"What the hell are you on about?" the man huffed, rolling his eyes at the boy.
"What am I talking about? Why are you here causing a ruckus, spilling coffee when this poor worker is the only one here, trying to fulfill all of these orders? It's clearly busy and they're trying their best!"
You didn't expect such a hip-hop looking boy to defend you like this.
"Now you shut up before I-" the man started, raising his fist.
But the boy held it and pushed it down.
"No, you shut up," he said before punching the man right below his eye.
The man staggered backward before shuffling towards the boy again, who kicked the man in the stomach and shoved him towards the door.
"Get out," the boy growled.
It seemed like the man was going to leave when he stood up, but out of nowhere, he pulled a knife out of his pocket and slashed it across the side of the boy's face. Blood started dripping from the cut on his cheek, and he turned around to the man more angrily now.
"Didn't I tell you," he said, shoving the man back and pushing his knife out of his hands. It fell to the ground with a clank sound.
"To leave."
He shoved the man again.
"This café?"
The boy began repeatedly punching the man at this point, and finally out of your daze, you left the back of the counter and rushed towards the door to pull these two people apart, but the boy held you back.
"Don't worry, love. I'll just take out the trash," he said, grabbing the man by his collar and leaving your café.
You were incredibly flustered, but quickly picked up the knife on the ground and disposed of it before making sure everyone else in the café was okay. Someone offered to call the police, but you politely declined them when you noticed the boy was taking the man to the police station, anyway.
After continuing to fulfill the orders and passing the rush, you were able to clean the floor and return the state of the café to the way it originally was. You noticed many people had left tips for you, probably feeling bad about the rude man.
You leaned against the counter, staring at the caramel macchiato that had now grown cold. You wondered why this boy's friend hadn't come to pick up the drink himself, and began to worry about where this boy even was. But you caught yourself, telling yourself to not worry about strangers and to just continue on with your day.
After about fifteen minutes, the bell to your café chimed as someone stepped in. You told the customer that you were about to close, but stopped speaking when you noticed who it was.
The boy from earlier, the cut now a mess of dried blood on his face, was standing in front of you, reaching for the macchiato.
"Oh, it's gotten cold now! I'll make you a new one," you said, quickly grabbing a cup.
"No, no it's fine! I like it-I mean my friend likes it cold anyway," he said, holding onto the drink tightly.
You didn't listen, though, and quickly made him a new one. Then, you realized that this boy still had blood all over his face, so you rushed to grab the first aid kit, cursing yourself for not doing this sooner, before asking him to sit down so you could treat him.
Even though the cleaning wipes must have hurt for a cut like his, he sat still, taking small sips of the warm macchiato. You smiled.
"So, the drink was for you and not your friend, huh?"
The boy's eyes widened and he tore the drink away from his lips.
"N-no! I just... wanted to taste it," he explained.
"It's okay... you don't have to be so embarrassed! It's just a drink," you said, continuing to clean his cut.
"Ah... but it isn't cool for someone like me to come here and drink coffee."
"Why not?"
"I have a reputation... there's just... reasons."
"Well right now it's just you and me, so you don't have to worry about a thing. Go ahead and have your drink - I won't tell anyone," you told the boy with a smile.
He enjoyed his drink more comfortably now as you reached into your kit for a band-aid... pulling out one that had hello kitty faces all over it. You pressed your lips together and showed him the bandaid.
"Uh... so this is the only band-aid I've got in here... is that okay? It's the only one that's big enough... I can draw over it with a marker if you'd like?" you offered.
The boy laughed, shaking his head, no.
"It's fine. It's dark out, anyway," he said, letting you put the bandaid on.
After you put the kit away, you told the boy to continue drinking his drink as you cleaned the store and put the other chairs away.
"I'm... [y/n], by the way. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier," you said, while mopping the floor.
The boy pointed to the right side of his chest.
"I know. I can see your name tag."
You looked down, embarrassed at forgetting that you did indeed literally have a name tag on.
The boy laughed.
"It's okay. I'm Bobby," he said with a smile.
You nodded, continuing to clean.
"Oh, did things go okay at the police station? You didn't get into trouble, right?"
"No, all was good! Actually... my older brother works there, so he always helps me out. I know it isn't right, but... I always find the bad guys and bring them to him, and he helps me out when I need it."
You nodded along, intrigued by his story.
"So you're like... Robin Hood or something?"
"I don't steal from the rich, but I just turn the bad guys in. Completely different," Bobby said, laughing.
"Ah... right!"
"Hey, do you need any help cleaning?" Bobby asked you, standing up.
"No, no! That's fine... this is literally my job," you pointed out.
"Right... but I'm sorry about that rude man. You really didn't deserve for that to happen to you."
"It's all good. It happens sometimes!"
Bobby walked around the counter and placed his empty cup in the sink, talking to you as he walked back to the door.
"Well thanks for everything, [y/n], and expect me often. I'll definitely be back to see a pretty face like yours again."
Heyyy!! Sorry for taking so long 🤧🤧 Here it is finally 💙💙 Hope you enjoy it 🙏🏼💙
Bobby and you have decided to spend his birthday at home, just cuddling each other, having a movie marathon like you used to do a few years ago and enjoying each other’s presence. You had to admit it surprised you when Bobby asked you to not plan any party for his birthday, that he only wanted to spend it with you. You wouldn’t complain though. Having his arms wrapped around you, your legs intertwined with his, a bowl of popcorn on your lap and cheesy movies playing on your TV was just the perfect way of ending a day and, for him, was the perfect way for celebrating his birthday.
For him, it was like nobody else existed on earth, just the two of you like it has always been. He would have never imagined he would gain enough confidence and courage to ask his best friend to be his girlfriend and when you accepted his offer, his dark world brightened up with your presence. That’s why he gave you the nickname star, because you lighted up his dark world, just like the stars would do on a dark night.
What surprised you even more about him today was the fact of him choosing a cheesy movie to watch. Usually you were the one choosing those kinds of movies while he rather chose action and horror movies. But tonight he surprised you with a cheesy Christmas movie on Netflix. “I guess December makes me soft.” He joked as he pressed the play button. You both started to watch the movie and you didn’t really know what happened to your boyfriend that made him choose such a cheesy movie. You could feel him flinching at the cheesy comments the characters made,making you giggle.
Time passed by and the movie went by. Suddenly you felt Bobby’s glare staring intensely at you. “What’s wrong?” You asked a bit confused but with a soft smile drawn on your lips. “I really want to kiss you” He said cupping your cheeks. Then, without warning, he smashed his lips with yours, melting your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. Just then you have noticed how long has it been since the last time you could kiss him without worries, like a normal couple. Maybe that was the reason why he wanted to spend his birthday alone with you. Maybe he missed you too much. “I love you so fucking much.” He whispered on your lips making your heart skip a beat. “I love yo-.” You whispered to be cut off by him kissing you once again.
“I don’t like him,” you said immediately after closing the door to Bobby’s office behind you.
Bobby paused, glancing over his shoulder at you to shoot you a look of confusion. He hadn’t even had time to sit down at his desk before you’d declared your feelings for the new principal.
“We... just met him?” he pointed out. “How can you not like him already?”
You pursed your lips slightly, letting your hand fall from the doorknob before making your way over to the chair in front of Bobby’s desk, the one in which students normally sat. Once you plopped down, you tilted your head a little and replied, “He just seems like an asshole.”
Bobby sputtered out a laugh, shaking his head silently as he began to collect the files on his desk to put them away.
“I just got a bad vibe,” you continued, watching him but not really watching him. You were too deep in thought of why you thought the new principal was an asshole.
“You know I’m just the guidance counselor, right?” Bobby reminded you as he opened the top drawer of his file cabinet. “Not, like, a feelings type of counselor. I can’t help you dissect why you got a bad vibe.”
At his comment, you rolled your eyes and let your head fall back against the back of the chair. “Yes, Bobby, I know. I’m not talking to you professionally. I’m talking to you as a friend!”
“Well, as a friend, what do you want me to say about the fact you get a... a what? A bad vibe? From our new boss?”
You lifted your head up quickly, your brow furrowing as you scoffed at him. “Well! I don’t know! You don’t always have to say anything, you can just listen, y’know!”
“Okay, okay,” Bobby chuckled. “My bad. Please continue.”
“Thank you.”
...But after a few moments, you realized you didn’t really have anything else to say.
“That was kind of it,” you shrugged.
Bobby sputtered out a laugh, turning back toward his desk after closing the drawer of his file cabinet. “Well, I can’t say I really got a bad vibe from him, but I can’t say I liked him, either.”
“See?” you pointed out as if his words had just proved your point -- even though they hadn’t.
“I’ll keep an eye out for you,” he nodded. “And the first time I get even the smallest bad vibe, I’ll let you know.”
A satisfied smile curved your lips, and you said, “Thank you.”
“Hey, what are friends for?”
“Sometimes, they’re just for listening,” you teased.
Bobby shook his head gently as he leaned against the corner of his desk. He frowned at you before saying, “And sometimes, they’re for reminding you that the first day of school is next week, and you should probably go get started on lesson planning.”
“Spoilsport,” you retorted, your features forming into a decidedly unhappy expression. Even though he was right.
Not only did you need to start planning your lessons for the first few weeks of classes, you also needed to clean your classroom, go through all of your materials to find out what you needed to re-stock, make copies, and fill out your planner for the year.
With a deep sigh, you pushed yourself out of the chair and trudged to the door of Bobby’s office.
“You... don’t want to help me?” you asked, pausing momentarily in the doorway.
“I would if I could,” he grinned. “Got a whole new group of students coming in, so I gotta prepare for all that.”
“Yeah, I know,” you muttered. “I just don’t want to go back to my room and do anything.”
A smirk tugged at Bobby’s lips, and he tilted his head curiously at you. “Then why don’t you just quit?”
“Because! Once I actually get started, I love it. It’s just the getting started part I have a hard time with.”
Bobby slid off the corner of his desk and hurried over to you, turning you around and pushing you into the hallway. “Go, go, get started,” he chuckled.
“Okay, I’m going!” you relented with a secret grin.
As you headed down the hall toward your classroom, Bobby called out after you, “Hey, if you need any help... don’t ask me! I’m too busy!”
“Yeah, same to you,” you called out, lifting your hand up and waggling your fingers.
Ever since you’d started teaching here a couple of years ago, your relationship with Bobby had been like this. The two of you had become friends pretty quickly, and shortly after establishing your friendship, it had become very apparent that your preferred communication with each other was teasing.
But underneath the teasing, Bobby truly was one of the sweetest guys -- people, in general -- you’d ever known. He was incredibly kind and thoughtful (if not a bit covert about it), and he’d made your first year here so much easier than it could have been.
Back then, he’d helped you out willingly -- he’d volunteered most of the time, actually. He’d shown you the ropes, sent you websites you could use even though he was the guidance counselor and you were a math teacher and he had no interest in math whatsoever, and he’d helped you rearrange the desks in your room about ten times until you’d finally found a layout you were happy with.
On the last day of school, though, Bobby had put his hands on your shoulders, looked into your eyes and said, “You’re on your own now.”
Of course, he still helped when you desperately needed it -- especially if you started crying from too much stress -- but typically, his reply to your pleas was “Can’t, too busy, do it yourself.” And your reply to his reply was what you’d just said: “Yeah, same to you.”
And, honestly, that’s one thing you valued the most about him. He was willing to help, but he was even more willing to let you figure things out on your own, make your own mistakes -- basically just be an independent person. And when you did figure it out on your own, he was always there to celebrate with you.
Most of the time, he was there to celebrate with you... with pizza.
Which is exactly what he arrived with after you’d spent a few hours cleaning out all four of your bookshelves and cabinets.
“Knock knock,” you heard his scratchy but familiar voice call out from your doorway.
You were on the floor, surrounded by papers and old textbooks, and you craned your neck to see him standing just inside your classroom with two boxes of pizza.
Your eyes widened, and you let out a soft gasp of excitement, scrambling to stand up and hurry over to him.
“Pizza?!” you marveled. “But -- what time --”
Your gaze snapped over to the clock above your desk, and you saw it was, indeed, lunchtime. And since today was a planning day with no students to teach, you got to take an hour break to eat.
Imagine that: a whole hour!
Well, today, you didn’t have to imagine it. Today, it was your reality.
Bobby scanned your disastrously messy room and then looked back at you with one of his signature angelic smiles -- made all the more angelic and charming by his ever so slightly crooked front teeth. “I can see you’ve made a lot of progress.”
“Shut up,” you chuckled, holding back a smirk. “I actually have. I’ve cleaned out the two bookshelves and one cabinet, and now I’m just working on the last one.”
“I wasn’t kidding!” he defended, the expression on his face one of total innocence. “I brought you pizza as a reward!”
“Okay, but we are not eating in here,” you declared. Reaching a hand out to Bobby’s shoulder, you turned him around and gently pushed him back into the hallway. “Let’s go eat in the courtyard.”
“Aye aye,” Bobby murmured before turning on his heel and heading toward the courtyard just around the corner. Usually, the modest outside space with three sets of small tables and chairs (which were actually benches) was filled with students during lunch, so you and Bobby frequently took advantage of its emptiness on your planning days.
As the warm sun hit your face when you opened the door, holding it to allow Bobby to walk through with the pizza boxes, you let out a very deep, content sigh. After being cooped up in your room all morning, it felt good to breathe fresh air.
“Why do you sound like you’ve just been in prison for the past two decades?” Bobby laughed as he set your lunch down on the table closest to the door.
“Honestly, why am I friends with you?” you replied. You let the door go, narrowing your eyes and furrowing your brow curiously at him as you approached.
“Because I buy you pizza.”
“...Okay, right,” you relented with a nod. You then slid onto a bench and reached for the pizza box on top, opening it and seeing it was topped with pepperoni. At the same time, Bobby opened the second pizza box and, obviously, saw it was topped with black olives.
The two of you switched boxes without saying anything, and Bobby sat down across from you to start eating.
“How was your morning?” you asked as you lifted a slice from your box and brought it to your mouth -- you were more than ready to gobble at least half of this pizza down.
“So, the district is trying to convert all of our files to the computer so we can keep more files of students who graduate,” Bobby explained in-between bites. “Spent basically the whole morning transferring last year’s seniors and shredding the paper after I finished.”
“Oh, sounds like fun.”
“Mountains of it.”
“What, mountains of work or mountains of fun?”
“Both. Obviously.”
You chuckled softly, smiling to your slice of pizza before shoving about one-third of it into your mouth like the elegant lady you truly were.
Your conversation continued on, moving from work to your plans for the weekend, and as you were pondering on whether or not you should see a movie on Saturday, you heard the courtyard door squeak open.
“How’s everything going?”
Your eyes flew over though you knew from his voice alone that it was your new principal.
Thankfully, Bobby answered for the both of you: “Great, Sir.”
The principal smiled and then raised his eyebrows toward you. “You helping her move things around? You know how women get with furniture -- they love to change things up, make it just right.”
You immediately narrowed your eyes at him, and when Bobby answered, you were more than pleased to hear he sounded a bit uncomfortable. “Uh, no -- no, Sir. I’ve been busy, and she hasn’t asked for help, so --”
“I’ll get a janitor to come by your room,” the principal said to you. “Where are you?”
It took everything in you not to reply with your jaw clenched, the words just barely making it past your angry lips.
“That’s all right,” you assured him, purposely leaving off a ‘Sir.’ “I can handle it.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Bobby added. “Enjoy your lunch.”
The principal nodded, lifting one hand in a wave as he let the door close. Your eyes followed him as he began walking away, and the second he was out of sight, you scoffed with no restraint.
“Are you kidding me?” you seethed. “Did you hear him?! You know how women get with furniture, like what the hell?!”
Bobby shook his head gently, his expression screwed up into one of both disbelief and disgust. “Yeah... that was not okay.”
“So, now you don’t think I’m crazy for getting a bad vibe about him, do you?” you prodded with raised, expectant eyebrows.
“I mean, one off-color comment doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a bad guy,” Bobby shrugged. “It just means he’s a bit older and more --”
“More chauvinistic,” you interrupted.
“I was going to say conservative.”
You simply pursed your lips and stopped yourself from retorting back by stuffing the rest of your pizza slice into your mouth.
“But I’m not saying you were wrong,” Bobby assured you. “It was definitely a questionable thing to say.”
Still, you didn’t feel like saying anything because you knew it was extremely possible for you to get too sassy -- and as much as you already disliked him, you would rather not get into trouble before the school year even officially started. So, you just lifted your eyebrows as a sign that you agreed with him.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I got your back,” Bobby murmured.
“I know,” you replied, the corners of your lips tugging into a soft smile.
Because you did know. Even if Bobby didn’t fully agree with you that your principal was a disgusting, misogynistic pig, you knew he wasn’t discrediting you, either. And he would absolutely keep an eye and an ear out for any other “questionable” comments.
It was certainly going to be an interesting year... though, hopefully, not in a bad way.
Synopsis: You being in true love with his feelings.
When I readed his letter, his first letter, I realized that my feelings were nothing.
He was like a poet, using means of saying everything in his own way, in his expansive and elegant way. His words only told the truth, without being direct, but making you imagine every heartbeat that kept beating hard in his chest while writing that letter so white and full of different worlds.
I could hear his voice confessing his feelings, saying every detail he likes and how much he love those details as if they were gifts given only to him.
For me, the gift was that letter.
I had fallen asleep thinking about every word and trace of his writing, wishing he had the intention of writing more to have more nights like that.
The more I dreamed of his smile, more I felt the need to beg for his poetry, waiting every day to smell that sweet scent of the paper and see his messy signature.
I saw him go by, I didn't see who was around, in fact, I couldn't, my eyes walked down his neck to the smallest features of his hair and when his eyes turned towards me, I felt that finally my day was fully complete for seeing an art as unique and precious as he was.
Then he made his second letter.
My cheeks heated up, I had to hold on to the euphoric smile with all my strength, no one could see how happy I was to just see his signature again, to imagine his voice again.
He said every second was precious, every look, every smile, all he needed was his most beautiful treasure, all those words that stuck to my head, traveling and echoing like a thin transparent fabric, as if trying to welcome me, tell me to calm down, to continue breathing deeply, so that my heart does not enter a dangerous state of fragile sentimentality.
Each day seemed like a test of emotional endurance, I could not understand how I could stand so long silent, lost in naive and fanciful thoughts. Was I like a child? Had I never been in love before? Had I never kept these deep secrets in my head before? So what was I doing? What did I think I was doing with this?
One day, when we coincidentally touched ourselves to pass this secret on, I couldn't admire his eyes for long. His drawn eyebrows showed embarrassment, his ears burned with redness, so I had to smile to relieve that burning inside my chest a little, that's when he smiled at me, only at me, and I realized that he was a deep well and that I was afraid, I was terrified of falling and drowning, without being able to return to the surface, I was afraid that this would happen, but I had not stopped myself, I was not careful not to fall.
So I readed the third letter.
This letter was special. He didn't talk about appearance or personality, he just said how he felt, with courage said things he hadn't confessed before, he thanked and he promised, swore that he would keep that feeling with him until the day he could make his wishes come true. It was a big confession with small letters so as not to throw any thought away, and I liked that, I saw for a moment everything that was missing in me, then I noticed that what was missing in me was everything he had for himself, he had all the things I needed, so he became my biggest inspiration, that's when I wistfully realized that I shouldn't have judged him as a deep well. A well is dark, scary, small and holds you in despair as if there were no other ways. He was not a well and I felt sorry for thinking that about him.
He was like the ocean.
So big, so full of everything, waves, beauty, calm.
It was okay for me to be afraid of the mystery that was still in him, of the things that were still hidden to be given to someone special, it was okay, since his beauty still enchanted me. His confessions still enchanted me.
Time was running out anyway and he still had a letter to deliver.
This letter was simple, but I could feel its euphoria coming out of it, wanting a date to finally not need to use those cards as a tool. Deep in my heart I felt sad to think of never reading a letter from him again, and I had all day to be able to look in the mirror and give me the confidence I needed, to practice all the phrases, all the looks, all the gestures so as not to let him perceive anything, to think nothing of me, not to imagine anything beyond the ordinary for a single moment.
It was a bright night, the square was full of decorations, everyone was celebrating a random festival that didn't interest me at all.
I was the one who saw him first, he was standing, looking through the crowd, then he saw me near the fountain, coming at me with a smile. My heart couldn't stay in control, so I felt totally lost when I felt his warm hug, his so cute sweatshirt hiding me in his arms, I closed my eyes for a moment, returning the hug, he pressed the side of his face against mine to whisper in my ear.
"Thanks for everything."
I nodded, smiling amiably, forcing my fingers to let go of his sweatshirt to let him go to the owner of his letters behind me, the very best friend of mine who let me read the letters and ask me to be the cupid of them, waiting for him to hear an real confession, face to face this time.
I slowly withdrew, looking at him one last time, knowing I couldn't read him again.
This was requested by no one, I just wanted to give my boys some more love!
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: The occasional swear
Jinhwan:
He’d find it cute, at first. You were super adorable when you were asleep, but after about 20 minutes or so, he got uncomfortable. He really didn’t want to wake up but his muscles were starting to tense. So he decided to wake you up and say “Hey baby, do you wanna cuddle in bed instead? So we’re both comfortable?” To which you happily agreed.
Yunhyeong:
The minute you fell asleep he noticed. Your body immediately relaxed, and he was so glad you were getting some rest. He held you hand while enjoying the fact that you were comfortable enough to sleep on his lap. And he was so comfortable he fell asleep. He was still holding your hand when he woke up (and snoring).
Bobby:
He honestly thought it was the cutest thing ever, and his bunny smile was plastered on his face. He really adored it, until he had to pee. Then this state of existential dread washed over him. He did not know what to do as he didn’t want to wake you. So what did he do? He panicked and booked it, leaving you to fall on the floor.and wake up
Hanbin:
Can’t lie, an immense flood of pride washed over him. He was so ecstatic. He may have giggled a little bit when you fell asleep. He loved you so much and the fact that you fell asleep on him? Happy Hanbin. He also thought you were literally the cutest bean in the world, and all he wanted to do was smother your face in kisses (which he did)
Donghyuk:
(can I just preface this by saying this is the love of my life right here?)
He just loved it, all of it. Your sleepy face, the cute noises of content you made, the fact you mumbled his name once. Of course he also could keep his hands out of your hair, mindlessly twirling it while he continued to play his game. He loved this time you two had together, and it became a regular occasion.
Junhoe:
He got so confused, did he wake you up? Did he play with your hair? Stroke your face? He spent a solid 5 minutes just staring at you, eyes wide. He tried to do something cute and sweet but all he could do was stare, unable to move for fear of waking you up. And you woke up like that, Junhoe just staring at you. Let’s say he definitely scared you shitless.
Chanwoo:
Okay so he was gaming when you just laid you head in his lap and fell asleep. He got flustered for a second but decided to keep playing his game. Until you made a cute little noise, one of contempt. After that all self control was out the window and he just started playing with your hair and staring down at you lovingly.
