Weird fate of the roommate ֪𓏼𝜗℘
Leehan x Fem!reader ff
genre: non-suggestive romance, friends to lovers, comfort romance
◌ ⃘ 𓈒 contains: Shy Leehan, Awkwardfem!reader, extremely bad humor, college au
wc: 1.6k words
◌ ⃘ 𓈒 warnings: None, I just have a weird obsession with blonde haired Leehan
a/n: enjoy reading! Maybe you could even enjoy liking, commenting and reblogging too
The breeze of spring hit your face as you made your way into your college campus. Your pink suitcase had your luggage rummaging inside. The key in your hand would determine the fate of the rest of the school year. You walked down the corridors of the dorm halls, smelling old carpet dust. Doors passed your eye view from each side.
You stopped at one door. Room 49. You grinned, placing the key in the lock and slightly twisting your hand. Once you stepped in you looked around then turned to close the door.
You paused, facing the door, before bouncing around your new apartment dorm.
"Finally free from my mum's constant nagging! I just hit the jackpot! WOOP WOOP WOOP-"
Your time to celebrate was stopped when you bumped into a large object while turning around. "What the-"
You looked up awkwardly. That wasn't an object, but it's biceps were huge. A man??
"Are you my roomate..? I'm Leehan. Nice to meet you." Heat rose to your face. That was embarrassing.
"I'm {Name}!" You spluttered at the handsome man. "Now there has to be something wrong with this campus for letting a man be roommates with a women on school grounds!"
"Right. It's odd. I'm not complaining though." He smiled before walking to his side of the dorm.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You smirked. You pulled out sticky tap from your purse, crouching to the floor. Leehan crouched in front of you.
"Hey, no need," He gently grabbed your wrist. "Trust me, I won't come to your side. Unless you want me to."
"Right..." You bolted up. "Stop looking at me like that." You give him an annoyed look before leaving the dorm, leaving him stranded on the ground, amused.
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A few months later...
Unexpectedly, You and Leehan had grew extremely close as the year went by. You even considered him one of your close friends at this point. Despite having a pretty face, Leehan was more layered than you had thought at first.
You could hear popping coming from the microwave as something salty slightly stung your nostrils. You quickly pressed the microwave open when it hit 0:01 to grab the popcorn before the stupid machine started beeping.
You quickly ran to the couch next to Leehan. Next to as in completely opposite sides of the couch. The popcorn in the middle being the third wheel. Leehan's mouth was stuffed with popcorn. Maybe you were the third wheel.
Leehan quietly grabbed the remote and scrolled for the movie you guys were about to watch.
"Jee, you've been quiet these days." You joked, shoving popcorn into your mouth before the movie had even started.
"It's been ten minutes girl." Leehan side eyed you.
"Okay, attitude?" You threw some popcorn at him. You already found that the popcorn had replaced your spot at the end of the couch because you were in the middle now. You stuck your tongue out to the rationed popcorn bowl and turned back to the TV.
30 minutes in and you were already yawning.
"This is boring.." You mutter.
"Tsk tsk. No patience..." Leehan waved his finger in your face.
"LEEHAN THIS IS YOUR 15TH TIME WATCHING THIS. IT CAN'T BE THAT GOOD."
"{Name} This is your first time watching. You can't be this impatient." He grinned, pinching your cheek.
An hour in... you both had finally calmed down and shut up. Leehan was leaning on your chest comfortably. You paused for a moment before you found yourself playing with his hair. Leehan got up to grab a blanket and came right back to you like this was all natural and normal.
"The couch is small so I think it's fine being this close." Leehan said while glancing to the wide space of the couch.
You wrapped yourself around the blanket with him. "Yeah it's so chilly for a summer night. So don't mind if I do."
"Yeah, you're warm." He mumbled.
You pretend you didn't hear that. Or the fact that you guys were wrapped like a burrito.
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You heard a rooster outside your house, a sign of a new day. You felt refreshed and energized for the morning.
No actually it was just your alarm clock making a whole lot of noise for a 5 am morning.
The couch was oddly comfortable and warm. Suspiciously comfortable. Suspiciously warm. Which was odd because this couch was many things. Lumpy, squeaky, questionably purchased by a guy named 'Big Myung,' but it was not a comfortable couch.
You wiped the drool off your face and tried to get up.
Tried to.
You looked down at the heavy force on you as realization struck. You heard a real rooster outside this time for some reason.
You watched Leehan's eyes flutter open as he froze. He was basically sprawled on top of you. One arm around your waist, and your leg was curled around his back. His face was comfortably tucked into the crook of your neck as you felt his breathing tickle.
"...morning." Leehan whispered with his usual deep tone, unmoving.
You tried to say morning back but you sounded more like a dying kettle.
"We. were like this. the whole night." You whisper, horrified.
"What...?" He replied with the same tone. He shot up. "I- uh- I wasn't- sorry!" He tumbled off of you onto the floor with a thud, his cheeks bright pink.
"It's the couch!" You managed to splutter.
Leehan stared. "The couch."
"Yeah...it traps people. In...positions."
Leehan squinted. "Positions."
"Comfortable ones," You added, immediate regret filling your stomach.
Leehan made a strangled noise and stood up, pacing towards the kitchen like he needed to physically walk away from the embarresment.
"I'm making coffee!" He announced, voice a note higher, too loud. "Do you want coffee? You probably want coffee. You always want coffee. I'll make coffee."
You sat up slowly, rubbing your face. You could feel your heart racing. You kind of missed the weight on your body, it felt empty and cold now.
"Right...coffee's good."
Leehan busied himself with mugs and spoons and absolutely unnecessary levels of clattering.
You watched him, feeling something unfamiliar and terrifying and soft blooming in your chest.
This was fine. Just a weird morning.
Leehan handed you a mug without making eye contact.
You grabbed it quickly, your fingers accidently brushing with his. You both flinched like you had touched a live wire.
"Nice." Leehan said.
"...Nice." You echoed.
You sipped your coffee in silence.
The day moved on but something in the apartment felt...different. You walked in after a long day of lectures and studying, exasperated.
You already found Leehan at the kitchen. You felt your gaze linger for a tad too long.
I mean, you always knew Leehan was handsome but seeing his face now made you...feel things. How his hair fell on his face, his warm eyes, his soft lips, his deep vo-
You heard clattering that distracted your weird train of thought. He was drinking another coffee, stirring it with the kind of focus usually reserved for bomb defusal. His hair was messy and his hoodie was too big, sleeves swallowing his hands.
He looked...soft and warm.
You blinked hard, trying to reset your brain like a robot.
This was Kim Leehan. Your roommate. Your friend. The person who talked to fish like they were coworkers, had the weirdest but funniest laugh you've ever heard, and acted like he was from different dimension.
But now you couldn't stop replaying the mornings event like an annoying song that won't leave your head during the middle of an exam.
You took your shoes off and cleared your throat. "You okay..? You look like you haven't slept in days."
Leehan startled slightly out of his usual zoning out. "Yup! Fine. Great." He started stirring his coffee faster.
"You're also stirring that coffee extremely fast..."
"Mhm...I'm just...thinking." He looked down at the mug, cheeks warming.
"About?"
Leehan didn't answer. He just shrugged, small and shy, and moved to the couch.
The damn couch.
You stared at it like it was a crime scene. Leehan sat on the far end, very far, like he was trying to socially distance from his own furniture. Hi tucked his legs under him and pulled a blanket into his lap, fidgeting with the corner.
You sat down too, leaving a polite, safe, responsible amount of space.
But the space felt wrong. It was chilly. All of a sudden it had felt like the couch became big.
Leehan noticed it too. You could feel his eyes flicking over, then away, then back again.
You wanted to scoot closer but it felt awkward.
You heard Leehan clear his throat. "So... movie tonight?"
You quickly nodded, a little too enthusiastic. "Yeah. If you want."
Leehan's voice softened, a smirk playing at his lips. "I always want."
You felt your heart beat stop for a second.
You guys didn't move closer. But your shoulders relaxed, and the tension in the room eased, like both of them had silently agreed to stop pretending everything was normal.
It wasn't normal.
It was something gentler.
Leehan pulled the blanket a little to the side, to your side, just enough to invite you in.
You noticed. You didn't delay any further and scooted over. Just slightly, letting the edge of the blanket brush your leg.
Leehan didn't look at you, but he was smiling.
The day felt lighter now.
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The evening settled over the apartment like a warm blanket. Soft light, soft breeze, soft everything. Leehan had just come back to the dorm from the library.
You were scrolling on your phone like a zombie while he watched you from the kitchen.
Not in a creepy way. In a loving way.
You looked peaceful. Leehan wanted to keep you that way.
"Hey," Leehan said softly. You looked up and smiled. "Hey."
Leehan crossed the room and sat down, leaning into your shoulder gently. You felt his hand slowly snake around your waist.
You guys cuddled together, content. You both couldn't wipe the stupid smiles off of your faces.