RUMOR HAS IT ♡ N.YT
anon requested: Could u maybe do a yuta one? Hmm, maybe like a classroom crush type of deal? I’m sorry if its too confusing lol
⇢ pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader ⇢ genre: fluff, highschool!au, classroom!au, classmates!au ⇢ word count: 1700 ⇢ summary: you thought it was another successful day of avoiding Yuta, but he manages to break the streak by trapping you in a classroom. ⇢ a/n: no bby, it wasn’t confusing at all. this turned out longer than I intended, but I hope this is to your liking <3
Just one more minute.
You eyed the clock as the second hand ticked past 30 seconds. You could feel the heat of his gaze on the back of your head, but you did your best to relax your shoulders and resist the urge to turn around. Your leg started to bounce as the hand ticked closer and closer and closer until-
RIIIINGG!!
“Alright, I want the reports by Monday. Have a good weekend!” your teacher announced, though she barely uttered the last word before you bolted out of the classroom.
Sighing in relief you sank in one of the seats in the classroom designated for student body meetings. After catching your breath, you prepared all your notes as the rest of the students started filing in.
-
“It’s alright, I got it,” you reassured your vice president.
“Are you sure you don’t need help? We’ve done cleaning duty together for the past few weeks,” Taeyong frowned, knowing that you despised having to clean.
Patting him on the shoulder, you smiled, “it’s fine, Tae, I got this.”
“I’m just saying,” he picked up his bag, “it’ll be faster with two people.”
You waved him off, “Go home!”
He gave you a small salute and walked out the open door.
Usually, you’d accept his help considering his words were true about it going by faster, but today, you wanted to be alone. You sighed as you plugged your earbuds into your ears and started to prep all the cleaning supplies that you needed. Humming, you started to lightly groove to the music as you wiped down the desks.
It was another successful day of avoiding him. Your heart starts to feel heavy as you recall the countless times that you’ve walked in the other direction whenever you saw him in the hall, or when you actively engaged in a conversation with another classmate to avoid talking to him, or how you’ve been managing to get someone to cover your tutoring sessions with Yuta.
You straighten your back and start to vigorously rub at the desk in front of you. This was for the best. You just needed some time and space away from him in order for you to move on. So what if it’s been two weeks―about to be three―and you’re still yearning to be in the comfort of his arms, or that you miss the way he would poke at you when he was bored in your tutoring sessions, or the way you constantly find your eyes trailing to him whenever he isn’t looking.
You’ll get over it soon. You nod determinedly at the shiny desk in front of you. It’s just a little crush.
Suddenly, the door behind you loudly shuts causing you to jump and turn around.
Out of all the people standing there, you did not expect to see Yuta Nakamoto. Yet, there he was, standing in all his glory as the rays from the setting sun shot through the windows, creating a beautiful glow around him. You hated that it made your stomach flutter.
“You’re still here,” he says, sharp eyes staring at you.
As if it’s a magnet, you stare back. “Yeah, I’m cleaning today.”
He slowly nodded, taking a moment to gaze around the empty classroom, “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
You cleared your throat and took that as an opportunity to throw away the wipe you were using and grab another one. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him make his way over to the teacher’s desk in the front. He picked up a stack of papers and shuffled through them.
“Well, as president, it’s my responsibility to make sure our school is in order.”
He raised a brow at your words, looked up at you, and shot you a look that clearly said he didn’t believe you. He also knew that you hated cleaning up. Mostly from all the times that you would complain to him about all the tasks you needed to do when he would “help” you clean―though his “helping” was more like accompanying since he would sit at the teacher’s desk and go on his phone.
“Mhm,” he hummed, returning his gaze back down to the papers.
Throwing away the wipe you were using, you picked up the bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels.
“I see you’re alone today,” he comments, “where’s Tae?”
You slightly pause at the nickname he used. Deciding not to comment on the slight mocking tone he had, you replied, “He went home.”
Again, Yuta hums. You hear him place down the papers. He’s walking around, but you can hear his footsteps getting closer to you.
“He’s not helping you today?” he asks, taking the bottle of Windex from the desk you placed it on.
“Nope,” you told him, trashing the used paper towel.
You turned to him expectantly, “Can I get the Windex?”
All Yuta did was stare at you with those deep brown eyes that you loved to get lost in. You almost did, but you focused back on reality when he stepped forward.
“Why have you been avoiding me, y/n?”
“Avoiding you? I’ve just been busy,” you shrugged, reaching for the Windex.
“Busy?” he asks, holding up the Windex out of your reach and glancing at it, “Busy…cleaning?”
You clicked your tongue, jumped up, and grabbed the bottle.
“Yes, I’ve been cleaning,” you said indignantly.
He was silent as you finished cleaning the remaining windows. After tossing the last paper towel in the trash, you went to the teacher’s desk to put the papers back in its place since Yuta rummaged through them.
“Y/N.”
Your name dripped from his tongue like honey causing your knees to weaken.
“Yeah?” you ask, straightening a pile of papers.
“Look at me.” He sounded closer.
You fixed the last pile of papers and took a moment before turning around. He stood barely a foot away from you. You tried to calm your breathing as his eyes locked on yours.
“You never answered my question,” he frowned. You swallowed as he closed the distance between the two of you. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
Just as you opened your mouth to spew out more excuses, he narrowed his eyes, “and don’t try to bullshit me either.”
You closed your mouth and stared at the floor. What were you supposed to tell him? Were you supposed to confess that you were heartbroken at seeing him with some other person at the bookstore when the two of you were supposed to meet up for coffee? Were you supposed to tell the one thing you looked forward to in the morning was him leaning against your locker with messy hair that you’ve given up trying to convince him to fix? Were you supposed to say that you couldn’t face him anymore without wishing that he would look at you as someone more than just a friend?
When you didn’t reply, he sighed, and took another step forward. You yelped when he pulled you up on the desk, heart racing as he placed a hand on either side of you. There were his eyes again, brown pools of warmth that always fooled you into thinking that there was no one else in the universe but you and him.
He lifts one of his hands to brush against your cheek. His touch was light, warm, and comfortable. You leaned in before you could stop yourself.
“You know,” he whispered, thumb rubbing against your cheek, “I’ve missed you.”
You look up at him, his eyes already trained on yours.
“And I heard a rumor,” he continued, “a rumor that you liked me. That’s why I wanted to meet you two weeks ago.”
Your eyes widen and your stomach drops. He was going to tell you that he didn’t see you the same way. You try to move back, but his other hand slides to the small of your back to hold you in place. Your heart ached at the thought that he wouldn’t be able to hold you like this when he got a girlfriend.
“Later on, Doyoung told me he saw you running out of the bookstore crying. He also told me that you liked me.”
“Yuta-” you started to say. He didn’t have to explain anything to you. It’s not like you were dating him or anything.
He cut you off, thumb sliding over your lips.
“I don't know who she is. She just approached me and asked me to get this comic she couldn’t reach. I was struggling to find the book that you’ve been talking about so I asked her to show me and-”
He sighed. He dropped his hands on the desk, arms on either side of you, and leaned back.
“That’s why I was late, but we didn’t do anything. After she showed me where the book was, I immediately bought it and tried to make it as fast as I could to the cafe. I waited there and texted and called, but you never showed up. Next thing I know, you won’t even look at me.”
Guilt tugs at your heart as you start to see cracks in his brown orbs. He hangs his head low.
“I like you, y/n, a lot,” he confesses before looking back up at you “and it’d be a damn shame if the rumor I heard wasn’t true.”
“Yuta,” you call softly. He closes his eyes as your thumb rubs against his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “I’m sorry for being stupid and jumping to conclusions.”
“I thought that you stood me up because you were on a date with someone else. I was heartbroken, devastated which was why I avoided you. I couldn’t look at you and be okay with someone else in your arms.”
He opens his eyes and you smile, “That’s because I like you too.”
His entire being lights up before he narrows his eyes and points an accusatory finger at you, “No bullshit?”
You giggle, pushing away his finger, “No bullshit.”
His face breaks out in a grin and he leans his forehead against yours, “Can I kiss you?”
“What are you waiting for?”