🌸 nonidol!keonho x f!reader, smau, fluff fluff fluff, downbad keonho, profanity, jealousy, cuteness, based off of a scene from horimiya the missing pieces
wc: 2.6k
syn: you see keonho sitting too close to another girl? you're sulking. keonho sees you getting help from another man and not him (aka your beautiful boyfriend)? he's sulking.
playlist: jellyous by illit // not cute anymore by illit
The classroom was cold, the chilly autumn breeze entering from the open window made it worse. The sound of flipping pages, the teacher explaining a stanza from a poem endlessly and constant scratch of pencil against paper filled the room. Soft whispers and quiet mutters drifted through the air every now and then.
But, you weren't paying attention to any of it. Your gaze was fixed on Keonho. Your boyfriend. He sat a row ahead, just across from where you were, on one of those stupid individual benches that were technically meant to keep everyone spaced out.
Technically.
Because right now—he wasn’t sitting properly on just his bench. He had shifted. Shifted slightly towards the right…closer to the girl in the row beside him.
You noticed it instantly, of course you did. It wasn’t obvious, not to anyone who wasn’t looking for it. But you were, and once you saw it? you couldn’t unsee it. The girl had shifted her bench too, now closer to Kenohos. The quiet scrape of her bench was easy to miss under the loud voice of the English teacher.
But, now the gap between them? It was gone. Their desks sat angled towards each other, both leaning closer to each other. Your fingers tightened around your pen. You didn’t look away. Keonho leaned in slightly—not even that much, but enough that if someone was to walk between the rows they’d have to squeeze through by a little, he leaned in just enough that his shoulder dipped closer to hers. The girl, too, leaned in mirroring Keonho, like it was natural, like it made sense, like it was routine.
Your gaze was still locked onto them. The girl shifted in her seat but her eyes never left Keonho. Keonho wasn’t even looking at her. They weren’t even talking much. They both were just existing, too close, too…comfortably.
Your pen pressed harder against the page, leaving an indent on it. You didn’t care about the imperfection on your page because all you could see was the way Keonho rested his elbow on the desk—closer to her, the way his head tilted slightly when the girl said something, the way he didn’t move back—didn’t create distance, and what's worse is that he didn’t even seem to think about it. He acted like it was normal.
You were annoyed. You exhaled slowly, forcing your eyes down to your textbook. The words blurred, they meant nothing. The paragraph in front of you might as well have been in another language. Your brain was still up there, still watching, still noticing.
“Is he sleeping on the couch tonight?” The voice came low, from right beside you.
Seonghyeon.
You hadn’t even noticed him lean in, your head turned slightly, just enough to glance at him. “What?” you muttered.
His lips twitched, eyes flicking toward Keonho for half a second before returning to her. “You’ve been staring at him—I mean them for a while.”
“I have not.”
“Mm.”
“I haven’t,” you repeated, quieter this time.
“Right. So that”—he tilted his chin subtly toward the front—“is just… casual interaction?”
Your grip on your pen tightened again. “I’m just looking around.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I am.”
Before Seonghyeon could respond—a chair creaked in front of him. Iroha. She turned halfway around in her seat, resting her arms on the back of her bench, eyebrows raised way too knowingly. “Looking at what?” she whispered.
“Nothing.”
Iroha followed your earlier line of sight anyway, and…her gaze landed on Keonho. She noticed the too-close-desks and the not-so-subtle leaning. Her eyebrows lifted higher, slowly—adding a dramatic effect as she looked back at you.
You shook your head immediately, subtle but urgent. You just silently told her—“I know, don't say anything.”
Iroha’s lips pressed together, like she was physically holding back a comment.
Seonghyeon snorted quietly. “Damn,” he murmured. “He’s brave.”
You kicked his chair lightly. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying—”
“Hyeon.”
“Okay, okay.” But he was still smiling.
Annoying. All of them were annoying.
You looked forward again. Bad idea. Because nothing had changed, if anything—they were closer. Keonho shifted slightly in his seat, his bench scraping just a fraction more forward. The girl didn’t move away, she adjusted with him.
You looked down again, your heart beating harder than it should. You were getting jealous over nothing. Literally nothing. You trusted him—of course you do…so why was this bothering you? He wasn’t even doing anything wrong.
“Yn.”
Your head snapped up, the teacher.
Oh, great.
“Read the next paragraph for the class, please.”
Great timing.
You stood up slowly, fingers tightening around your book as you found the paragraph. Before you started reading, you felt it. Felt Keonho's eyes on you. He had turned around. His gaze landing on you, completely unaware of the internal turmoil you were going through and the teases you just heard from Hyeon
Your expression didn't change. Your gaze didn't soften. Your eyes met his and you glared at him. Just glared. Keonho blinked like he hadn’t expected that.
Good.
You looked away immediately, dropping your gaze back to the page. “‘The ramparts by her hair—’” your voice came out steady and clear like nothing was wrong, like you hadn't just been spiraling for the past 5 minutes or so. You kept reading as if you didn't notice each time they leaned in closer. You didn't look up again but you could feel it—his gaze. He was still looking at you with a slight frown, with an expression that read what did I do?
Good, let him wonder.
The bell rang, and almost instantly chairs scraped against the floor as everyone started getting up, talking over each other, packing their bags, the classroom filling with noise again—everyone was talking about how thrilled they were for the sports day. You sat down, not packing your stuff up just yet.
Footsteps approached and stopped right in front of you.
“Yn.” His voice was clear, closer than before.
You didn’t look up, didn’t respond, didn’t give him anything. A second passed before you noticed the movement—Keonho dropping down in front of you, on his knees, right there. You blinked once but kept your gaze lowered.
“Hey,” he said softly, reaching for your hand, but the second his fingers brushed yours, you pulled away, quick, like a reflex.
There was a small pause, and then from somewhere behind, Seonghyeon snorted under his breath. “Damn,” he muttered. Iroha didn’t even try to hide her grin as she leaned back slightly, “good luck,” she whispered—not to you, but to him—before both of them walked off with the rest, the classroom slowly emptying until it was just the two of you.
The silence felt heavier now. Keonho stayed where he was, still kneeling in front of you. “Baby,” he tried again, softer this time, “what’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer. Instead, you shut your book, pushing your chair back as you stood up. “I have to go,” you muttered, already turning, thinking about the signs you had to help Iroha paint, thinking about anything but Keonho.
You took a step but his hand caught your wrist, not rough, just enough to stop you. “No,” he said quietly, standing up now, closer again, "I'm not letting you leave unless you talk to me.”
You let out a small breath, turning back to look at him, but your eyes didn’t stay on his face for long, drifting somewhere past his shoulder, anywhere but him. There was a pause, and then he sighed, softer this time, like something finally clicked. “Is it because I was sitting too close to that girl?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes, small but obvious, and nodded once, your gaze still fixed somewhere on the floor.
Then his hand came up, gently cupping your face, lifting it just enough to make you look at him. “She didn’t have a textbook,” he said, voice quieter now, softer, "I was just sharing. Come on…”
Your eyes didn’t hold his for long, slipping away again, scanning the room like there was suddenly something more interesting everywhere else. The empty desks, the board, the door. Anywhere but him.
He watched you for a second before letting out a small breath, and then he leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, pulling back just slightly, "I'll never share my textbook ever again.”
A small laugh slipped out before you could stop it, shaking your head a little. “it’s okay,” you said, quieter now, softer, “I don’t even care.”
He raised a brow immediately. “Oh, you so do.”
Your eyes snapped to his, offended. “Ew, me? jealous?” you scoffed, pulling your face out of his hand, “Never.”
He laughed, soft and low, and for a second everything felt normal again. “Right,” he said, nudging your arm lightly.
You rolled your eyes, but there was a small smile there now as you turned toward the door, and this time when you walked out, he fell into step beside you like nothing had happened, like it was just another day.
But his hand found yours anyway.and this time—you didn’t pull away.
By the time you and Iroha stepped out with the materials to paint the signs for sports day, the corridor had already emptied out a little, most people either heading toward the auditorium or just dragging their feet around. You had the chart papers tucked under your arm, while Iroha carried the paints and brushes.
On the way, you crossed Seonghyeon and Keonho. “Oh by the way, teachers want everyone in the auditorium in fifteen,” Seonghyeon said.
“Yeah okay,” Iroha replied as you both continued to walk ahead.
The two of you pushed through the doors and stepped outside, the air cooler immediately, a light breeze passing through the field. It wasn’t empty, a few people were already there, setting things up, but it was quieter than inside.
You walked a little further out before dropping the chart papers onto the ground, crouching as you unrolled them. The edges curled slightly before settling flat. Iroha set the paints down beside you and got to work almost immediately, opening bottles, picking out brushes, starting on the lettering like she actually cared about how this turned out. You just sat beside her, picking up a brush and dipping it into paint, dragging it along a corner without much thought.
A few minutes passed by, and Iroha had completed a part of it.
“I’m going, you finish this.”
You looked up. “It’s just colouring inside the lines, go.”
She paused, looking at you. “…Have you seen your art grades?”
“Iroha, oh my god, it’s literally colouring.”
She didn’t look convinced.
“Go,” you said, shooing her off.
You watched her walk off for a second before looking back down at the chart. Silence settled in a little more now. Not completely quiet, there were still voices in the distance, footsteps here and there, but nothing close. You picked up the brush again, this time actually trying to follow the lines she’d started. Your strokes were slower now, more careful, staying just about within the edges.
It wasn’t bad…but it wasn't great either. It was just fine…we could work with this.
The breeze came by again, chillier this time. You shifted slightly, bringing your legs closer to you, the air hitting your skin immediately. You paused for a second, then kept painting like it didn’t matter.
Another breeze.
You pressed your lips together, dragging the brush across the paper again, but your movements slowed just slightly—your skirt was only making it worse. You rubbed your hands over your legs once, quick, then went back to painting.
You noticed a tall shadow emerge from behind you. You didn’t pay much attention to it at first, assuming it was just someone walking by.
And suddenly something dropped onto your lap. You looked down, amused. It was a blazer, you frowned before looking up only to see your senior, Martin. Martin was tall–very tall, and known by everyone for how nice he is.
“Oh it’s just you, Martin please, take it back” you said
Martin chuckled as he replied “Come on, it’s okay. You’re literally freezing and this uniform doesn't help you either. Just return it later okay?”
You nodded hesitantly and smiled at him before bidding your goodbyes. The blazer was on your legs, covering it from the cold. You adjusted it slightly, settling it properly before picking the brush back up again.
You kept painting, your strokes were steadier now, less distracted. And, time passed like that. A couple of minutes, maybe more. The sign was starting to look more complete now, even if the colours bled slightly outside the lines.
Footsteps approached from behind. “You're gonna ruin that if you use too much water with the paint you know.”
You knew that voice, you smiled as you turned.
Keonho was standing behind, hands in his pockets, looking down at what you were doing.
“I'm not ruining it.”
He didn’t respond to that, just stepped a little closer, his gaze shifting from the sign to your lap.
To the blazer.
He paused. “Whose is that?”
You followed his gaze briefly before answering. “Martin’s. He saw I was cold and gave it to me.”
He looked at you as he settled down beside you, his eyebrows raising, “…right.”
And suddenly, he reached down and pulled the blazer off your lap.
“hey—”
Before you could finish, something else landed in its place. His sweater.
You looked at him, “…what are you doing.”
“You're cold.”
“It’s okay–”
“This is warmer.”
You stared at him for a second, then stared at Martin’s blazer that Keonho was wearing now. You sighed as you spoke up again, “…you’re so annoying.”
“Yeah.”
You adjusted the sweater over your legs anyway. “...Thanks.”
He didn’t respond, just looked back at the sign. “You coloured outside the lines over there.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“Iroha did that.”
“No she didn’t.”
You paused. “…Okay maybe i did.”
He giggles quietly as he grabbed a paint brush to help you. Neither of you talked much, just small comments here and there, pointing out mistakes, correcting them, moving around the paper slightly so it didn’t smudge.
After a while, he shifted, pushing himself up.
You glanced at him. “What.”
He didn’t answer. He just reached down, taking his sweater back from your lap.
“Hey—”
He placed Martin’s blazer back over your legs. You blinked, confused. Before you could say anything, he leaned down slightly and pulled you into a quick hug.
He was gone almost immediately. You stared after him for a second. You looked down at the blazer and then at the direction he’d walked off in. You didn’t move for a few seconds, you just sat there trying to figure out why Keonho stormed off so suddenly.
Just as you turned back to continue painting, footsteps approached again.
You looked up and saw Martin.
“Oh—thanks,” he said, nodding toward the blazer.
“yeah,” you replied, lifting it off your lap and handing it back to him.
He walked off and you turned back to the sign, just as you started painting again a familiar figure sat down beside you again. You didn’t have to look, you already knew.
Keonho sat down beside you again, like he’d never left. “…I hope he doesn’t notice.”
You glanced at him. “notice what?”
“The difference.”
“Difference in what?”
“Body heat, I had the blazer on so the sleeves are technically warm”
You stared at him, and scoffed “You're so annoying.”
He giggles as he puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “You like me like that though.”
You roll your eyes, “Unfortunately.”
But, while you and Keonho are being all cutesy, Martin stands in his classroom wondering how you got the sleeves of his blazer warm even though you had the blazer just covering your legs.
I love pairings that are good for each other. but not in a "I can fix them" way. in a "I can see they have issues, but I acknowledge those issues and love them not despite, but within said issues. and if they want to change for themselves I'll support them all the way there, but I do not think they need to change a thing for me to love them in anyways that matter" kind of way
Spy x Family = romance for people who fantasize about getting married and having kids
Kaguya-Sama = romance for people who deal with anxiety
Horimiya = romance for teenagers (seriously, this is the most “teenage romance” anime series I’ve encountered)
My Dress Up Darling = romance specifically for nerds and geeks (because Marin and Gojo are nerds in their own way and the show’s message is about embracing what you love)
Science Fell in Love, So I Tried to Prove It = romance for socially awkward people / people who don’t really get social cues
Grand Blue = romance for fratbros and sorority girls
DanDaDan = romance for weeeeiiiird people (affectionately)
