The Archives - Jiahto x Reader
big big thank you to everyone that voted in my poll! i really appreciate you all <3
i'm very glad the young Jiahto x reader took the lead... because i had it kinda written. and since it's almost valentines day...
you and Jiahto had been working together for months
pulling all nighters for mass amounts of research was nothing new for either of you
but tonight it’s hitting you
the scent of old paper and books fills the air
and you look up to Jiahto with a sleepy smile
“Perhaps. But it’s fine.”
he hums, turning the page of the current text he’s reading
you’ve both got tea, the caffeine no longer doing it’s job
and you can’t help but begin to doze off
your head gently falls onto his shoulder
but when he looks at you…
he can’t help that his heart skips a beat or two
he continues on with his reading, trying his best not to disturb you
but damn, does he feel his cheeks flush
he’s not used to this at all
after a moment though, he nudges you awake
“I- I um… I think it might be time to call it a night…”
you can see that nervous tension on his face
it’s far too late for you
he looks down at you, eyes wide
“Can we sleep in here tonight?”
you let out a breathy; tired laugh
“Why not? Saves us a trip tomorrow. I’ve got blankets.”
“I could kiss you on the mouth right now…”
realizing what he’s said, his eyes widen
“I- I mean, uhh… sorry, that was ina- inappropriate.”
your heart begins to race
but when you look up at him once more…
he can’t fathom looking you in the eye at this moment
“Please forget what I said… I’m embarrassed…”
you lace your fingers with his
and he turns to look at them
the breath nearly knocked out of him
“Do you- please be straight forward with me.”
“I may be an expert at reading texts and manuscripts, but with people… it’s different…”
you can see the look of humiliation etched on his face
and the way he holds himself in this moment…
that nervous tension morphing into something deeper
“Jiahto, I would really like that.”
that sparkle brighter than before
he’s not sure quite to do with his hands to be honest
but after a moment, he finds his rhythm
you’re the most precious thing in this library to him
and the rest of tonight’s work can wait
