Dasom (Sistar) - Procrastination
Request: “A scenario where you're friends with Dasom, you have a school project that's due in a couple of days. You end up doing it on the last day cuz both of you ended up watching tv, playing video games, etc for days, the reader has a crush on Dasom but has trouble confessing, only to confess later on.”
Word Count: 1,595 Words
Warnings: None :)
A/N: this entire scenario is based off of me when i try to do projects like i have a history project due on thursday watch me be late af to turn that in
- C
You headed into class the same time you did every morning for the last few years, making a beeline straight for your usual seat next to your best friend, Bora. She gave you a nod, which you returned, still too tired to share actual words.
“Okay class, it’s time to pick project partners!” Your teacher boomed from the top of the class, your brows furrowed as you wondered how she could be so loud and enthusiastic when you had to practically drag yourself out of bed that morning. You were going to just choose Bora until the teacher decided she was picking the partners. Great, you thought.
You ended up being partnered with a friend of yours, her name was Dasom.
You had admired Dawson for quite a while, you had to admit. Maybe it was that sparkle in her beautiful eyes, the way her chestnut brown hair cascaded down her shoulder- No. Focus. You could day dream about Dasom later.
You shifted your school bag over to Dasom’s table, sitting down and giving her a lazy grin as she smiled at you.
“Ahh, out of everyone, I had to get stuck with you?” Dasom joked looking at you sideways as her head rested on her hand. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes drifted to her soft lips, and how she bit her own bottom lip as she noticed where your gaze had averted to.
“Oh please, you didn’t want to be partnered with anyone else.” You replied pushing her a little on the shoulder, trying to ignore those damn sparks you felt with even the slightest touch. You carried on your playful banter for the rest of the class, barely even paying attention to what the project was on.
You went to your locker at the end of the day, happy with how all your classes had gone that day. Entering your combination, your locker popped open so you could grab the books that you needed to take home that afternoon.
You jumped a little in surprise as someone closed your locker for you. You looked over to see Dasom leaning hints your locker.
“How’s it going sweet cheeks.” She said, ending up bursting into laughter at the disgusted look on your face. You laughed as well, moving to walk towards the exit, if not to only hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks at the sound of Dasom’s laugh. “Let’s go, idiot.” You said, walking away as Dasom sped up behind you to catch up.
You went home with the best of intentions to work on your school project, honestly, you did, but there was a movie that you had been meaning to watch on Netflix, and Dasom was also interested... I mean, why not just watch it?
That’s how you ended up in your pyjamas, Dasom wearing a borrowed pair of shorts and a t-shirt (looking cute as hell), sitting at opposite ends of the couch, trying to throw bits of popcorn into each other’s mouths and failing miserably.
You woke up the next morning, thanking all the gods you knew of that it happened to be a Saturday, you were absolutely wrecked after last night, you and Dasom had been up until all hours giggling and talking about people from school.
Dasom went home after you made pancakes, much to her delight. You promised to meet up on Sunday at a café nearby to start working on the project.
Sunday rolled around soon enough, and you threw on jeans and a hoodie, heading out the door towards the café. Dasom was already sitting there, her head shooting up as a bell sounded above your head when you opened the door. She flashed you an award winning smile as you waved a little, heading over towards the secluded booth she had chosen to sit at.
You pulled out your history books from your school bag putting them on the table and looking over at Dasom.
“I ordered this since you took ages to get here.” She said playfully, pushing a coffee towards you.
“I’m not even late! You’re just annoyingly early.” You replied, sticking your tongue out at her teasingly. You both tried to work a bit, you even opened your books for a whole of five minutes before getting bored again.
“Hey Y/N,” Dasom said, after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You nodded at her as a sign for her to continue talking.
“There’s a fair in town, wanna go check it out?” Dasom asked you, giggling as soon as she saw your eyes light up.
You both ran out of the café, your heart racing as Dasom linked arms with you as you made your way towards the fair. You went on literally as many rides as you could handle, after a few bumpy ones you were feeling a little queasy so Dasom made you sit down while teasing you like crazy of course.
After your stomach had managed to calm down a little, food was the next thing on the list. You headed off to a stall in the fair, getting a portion of chips each (french fries for u americans lol). After eating and talking about school again, you realised that you still hadn’t worked on your projects at all. You agreed to meet up the next day at Dasom’s house after school.
Heading home with a skip in your step and a smile on your face, you went inside and flipped onto your bed. You facetimed Bora, which probably wasn’t the greatest idea.
“Oooh, Y/N’s finally gonna get the girllll,” Bora exclaimed, laughing at the finger you just gave her through the screen. You eventually hung up and fell asleep, thoughts of Dasom in your mind.
The next day went incredibly slowly, just as every Monday went for you. It wasn’t long after the last class though, that Dasom came bounding up to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the school gates towards her house. Much to your enjoyment, and embarrassment, Dasom decided to hold your hand extremely tightly the entire walk home.
She finally let go of your hand once you’d reached her house. You headed straight up to her room, kicking off your shoes and following Dasom as she jumped onto her bed. Once again, you took your books out, but you couldn’t help but notice the shiny new video game on her TV stand. Once you asked her about it, you just had to play it. There goes another day without working on your project.
It eventually came to be Thursday, and as you were walking to school, a realization hit you. Your project was due tomorrow. You sprinted to school, running around to try and find Dasom. You eventually found her getting her books, and you saw the alarm in her eyes as she also remembered the overdue work you guys needed to do as soon as possible.
You both raced to your house after school, out of breath a hunched over in exhaustion by the time you reached your front door. You unlocked it, running up to your room, Dasom in quick persuit. You grabbed the A2 blank poster your teacher had given you the day she assigned the assignment, and as many coloured markers that you could find in your drawer. You printed out a bunch of pictures, writing and learning off as many WWII facts as you could manage in the short amount of time that you had.
It ended up with you falling asleep against the end of your bed, and Dasom falling asleep with her head on your lap.
You woke up first the next morning, Dasom finally opening her eyes about 15 minutes later. She woke up to her head on your lap as you played with her hair. You apologised and moved away as quickly as you could as soon as you noticed she was watching you.
“Y/N, don’t apologise. I liked it.” She said, leaving you with your jaw hanging open as she skipped out the door, your project in her hands.
You followed her down the street, too shy at her previous statement to strike any form of conversation.
Arriving into school barely on time, you were both racing against the clock to get into class. You and Dasom just about made it, but you had earned yourselves a glare from your teacher.
You slipped up a few times while presenting your ‘research’ and poster to the class, and the teacher could definitely tell how last minute the whole ordeal was. That didn’t matter to either of you though, at least you had managed to hand something in on time.
After class, you called Dasom over to a private corner in one of the quieter corridors to talk to her.
“Dasom, I don’t think we should ever work on another project together.” You said, watching as Dasom’s face fell.
“But... Can I maybe take you on a date? I really truly like you, spending time with you recently has been so fun.” You said, Dasom’s face lighting back up with the happiness that had been set in her features previously.
“You idiot, you scared me! But yes, I would love that. This weekend, Deal?” She replied finally, hitting you on the arm before taking you by the hand and walking down the corridor.
“Deal.” You replied, not even fighting the massive smile that had now settled on your face, and stayed there all day long as you tried to wait patiently for the weekend to come.
