City of Stars
Lee Anton
₊˚⊹⋆You've been in love with your brother's best friend, Lee Anton, since the day you met him. Little did you know, you weren't the only one who had been yearning for that long. When Anton comes back home from college for winter break after not seeing him for two years, you realize something has shifted. Not only is the teenage boy you once knew now a man, the man comes with confidence, and is full of surprises ── .✦
now playing ๋࣭⭑ 4me 4me- malcom todd
paring ๋࣭⭑ brother’s bestfriend!anton x reader
genre ๋࣭⭑ romance, fluff, friends to lovers, skinship, non!idol au, innocent love, first love cliche, brother's best friend trope
warnings ๋࣭⭑none!
gigi notes𝄞 This is my first full fic! Sorry that it's not super long, it was originally supposed to be a one shot but... I got carried away. The idea came to me while I was watching the RIIZE x NCT Wish World Cup, and Anton just looked so silly. Possible Wishie fic coming soon??👀👀👀 Enjoy♡ [wc 2.3k]
₊˚⊹⋆“BRO WTF” is the first thing you hear as you walk through your front door, barely making it through while trying not to drop the 4 bags of groceries overflowing in your arms. “JAMES, CAN YOU COME HELP ME” you yell, dropping the bags and collapsing onto your kitchen island. “JUST A SEC Y/N, I GOTTA BEAT ANTON IN THIS ROUND” you hear your older brother call back. “Unemployed activities,” you think to yourself. Having an older brother inevitably comes with its pros and cons, one of the pros being his absolutely gorgeous best friend. James had brought home many friends to hang out at your house over the years, but everything changed in your sophomore year of high school when you met Anton. At the time, Lee Anton was a senior, still lanky and boyish, with his messy long hair that covered his eyes. Now, two years later, he is no longer the lanky teenage boy you first met. He gained muscle, dyed his hair from black to a soft light brown, and got even taller than you thought was possible. The one thing that never changed, however, was how he treated you. He never yelled when you were around, always spoke to you softly with a gentle smile, looking at you like he was memorizing everything about you before he had to look away. When you found out that he had come home from college to visit earlier in the week for winter break, you couldn’t help but smile, anticipating the comfort of his arms around you when you hugged him after not seeing him for two years.
₊˚⊹⋆You were snapped back from your thoughts at the sound of soft footsteps. You look up and to your surprise, you see Anton. “Hey, y/n.” he smiles and opens his arms, seemingly just as excited to see you as you are him. “ANTON!” you squeal, running at him with your arms just as wide and jumping into his grasp. “I haven’t seen you in a million years,” you whine as you come out of the hug. “Why didn’t you come home last year?” “I missed you too,” he smirks, ruffling your hair as he walks to the kitchen island. “James is groveling from his loss of multiple rounds of overwatch, so don’t expect him to come out any time soon,” he says, opening the fridge and beginning to put away the groceries. “Oh, you don’t need to help with those! I can do it without James, I promise,” you say as you run over to help. “No need, I’d help you with anything if you asked me too,” he says quietly, continuing to put away the groceries as you look at him, warmth filling up your body. “I’d help you with anything…” you repeat to yourself, smiling at the floor as you open the fridge.
₊˚⊹⋆You turn around just as Anton walks behind you. He quickly grabs your waist and moves you to the side so you don’t bump into each other. “Careful there, wouldn’t want you to trip, now would we” he remarks, smirking at your clumsiness. Your mind immediately replays the moment his hands grabbed you, staying at your waist for just a moment longer than necessary. Are you imagining things? “There couldn’t possibly be any tension from that one moment, that’s ridiculous,” you think to yourself, brushing the thought away as you plop on the couch and turn on the T.V.
₊˚⊹⋆“Wanna watch a movie with me?” you turn to ask him, just to be met with Anton already sitting down right next to you. “Sure, y/nnie, what were you thinking?” Y/nnie. He always called you that when he was feeling particularly mischievous. While Anton was your favorite of your brother’s friends, and he treated you the best, he loved to tease you. Y/nnie was the chosen nickname he gave you, and hasn’t stopped calling you by that name since the first day you met. “I was thinking LaLa Land? I’ve watched it before, but it’s one of my favorites,” you say, glancing at him to see his reaction. He nods at you, signaling for you to start the movie. The first few minutes sitting with Anton are comfortable, familiar, safe like always. Anton’s presence never fails to calm you, something about his scent and his gentleness just feels like home. He stirs next to you, and you’re suddenly well aware of just how close you and him are. You feel your knees touching, but neither of you pull away. Instead, he leans into your side just a little, inching just a bit closer. You both sit like this for a good half of the movie, trying your hardest not to move, not wanting this to end. Since the day you met Anton, you knew you wanted him. You forced yourself to refrain from acting on your feelings. He was your brother’s best friend, after all. He was older than you, practically family, and to put it simply, off limits. Your brother would absolutely hate you if you ever made a move on Anton, and would absolutely hate Anton if he hurt you. It was a lose-lose situation, so you never gave the potential of a relationship with Anton any thought. What you did give thought to, though, was him.
₊˚⊹⋆You constantly thought of him, especially when he went away for college. “I wonder what Anton is up to right now,” you would think when a favorite song of his would come up in your playlist. You would think about him when you would pass by the soccer field where he and your brother played together their senior year and took your school to the championship. You would dream of him some nights, dreams of being his girlfriend, of the first day you met, of feeling the warmth of his embrace. You kept a ring he had given you once, when he had comforted you whilst you were crying at a party in your sophomore year. You had never been in a relationship, but you were talking with someone when you went to the party, expecting to hang out with him, but he completely blew you off and sent you a picture of him kissing another girl. You ran outside to get some air, only to see Anton slowly walking towards you. “Hey, y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked, staring at you intently, sitting down while putting his arm around you. “I’m ok. I’m sorry, I wish you didn’t have to see me like this, I look a mess,” you managed to gasp out through quiet, broken sobs. “I was supposed to see a guy tonight, but he blew me off for some other girl, look,” you say, showing him the messages. “Wow. What a jerk,” he scoffs, putting the phone face down on the concrete. “Look, y/n, any guy who had you and chose to give you up is crazy. You’re an amazing girl and you don’t deserve to be treated like that. You deserve someone who would drop anything for you, not the other way around,” he says as you look up at him. Silence falls over the both of you as he scans your face. You feel his hand slowly move from your shoulder to your cheek, cradling your face and brushing your tears away with his thumb. You lean into his hands, savoring a moment you never thought would come .You never want the moment to end, the closeness of you two making your face heat up as you realize how close you really are. “You’re really beautiful, you know that, y/nnie?” he says gently, a soft smile washing over his face. The tips of your ears immediately turn bright pink, averting your eyes from his gaze. His thumb brushes your cheek one last time as he pulls away, giving you space. "Here, I want you to have this," he says slowly, taking a ring off of his finger. "I like to mess with it when I'm stressed. My mom gave it to me when I was kid," he smiles, placing it into your hand. “How are you feeling?” he asks, a hint of a grin lingering on his face. “I feel better now, thanks Toni,” you say, still avoiding eye contact. As much as you wanted that moment to be real, you knew he was just saying that to comfort you. He could never want you like that, not nearly as much as you want him. To him, you were his best friend’s little sister, a kid, not a potential girlfriend.
₊˚⊹⋆Your thoughts are cut off when your favorite song starts playing from the T.V. “City of stars….. Are you shining just for me…” you hear Anton singing along, quiet enough so that only the two of you would hear it. “Hey, Toni, do you think James is asleep? Are you sleeping over?” you ask, scared of James walking in to see the two of you so close, even though you aren’t doing anything. “Yeah, he’s definitely asleep. He pulled an all-nighter last night and was trying to find an excuse to lie down. And yeah, I’m sleeping over too,” he replies. “Ohh, ok. Cool…cool…” your voice trails off. A few more minutes go by, and you feel Anton’s hand creeping onto your knee. His touch is gentle, ghosting over your knee, like if he really touches you, you’d disappear. His thumb moves lazily back and forth over your knee. You shiver at the feeling, heat slowly creeping up the back of your neck. “Cold?” he asks, leaning across your body to pull a blanket over you. As he comes back to where he was, his face stops directly in front of yours. He glances at your lips, and then your eyes. He gazes at your lips again, inching just a bit closer. You feel him exhale and you shiver again. As you move to lean in towards him, he quickly sits back in his seat, pulling the blanket over himself. You watch him, just sitting there staring at the T.V. like he didn’t just completely mess with your mind. “Watch the movie, y/n” he whispers, nudging your shoulder. “What… was that,” you say, scared that if you mention it, it would never happen again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, not even glancing at you. He leans over to the coffee table, picking up his soda and taking a long sip. “Want some?” he asks. You realize you’re still staring, quickly turning away. “Uhh, yeah. Sure…” you say. You look over to him and take the can quickly, waterfalling the soda and handing it back to him.
₊˚⊹⋆“Why do you look so nervous, y/nnie? You’ve never waterfalled a drink from me before, why the sudden change?” he pouts, a playful tone in his voice. “Uhm, I’m not nervous. I don’t know why I waterfalled… it just…felt like the right thing to do.” “The right thing?” he inches a little closer to you, looking down into your eyes. You look away and lick your lips, still tasting the cola from seconds before. “Why won’t you look at me?” he teases, inching even closer. “I can look at you-” you say, turning towards him, so close that you almost bump his nose. You freeze. You had never been THIS close before. His eyes are deep pools of brown, with a playful glimmer in them. You look at his lips, then back up at him. The silence and stillness of it all is agonizing. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but before you could, Anton closes the gap between you. You instantly melt at the feeling, something you never thought you would experience with him. You feel him sigh against you, deepening the kiss for a few moments before pulling back slightly, holding your face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers, smiling at you. You stare at him in awe, mouth agape at what just happened. Before you can say anything, he kisses your cheek, peppering them towards your ear. “Is this…ok?” he asks. You nod furiously, still amazed at what was happening. “I need words, y/nnie,” he smirks, pulling back to look at you. “Yes,” you breathe out. He grins and begins to pepper small kisses along your jaw, then rising back up to pull you into another kiss. This kiss was different. It was less testing, more sure and warm, like he had become more confident. The kiss lasts much longer than the last, the both of you clearly savoring the moment. You sigh, melting even further into him, and you feel him smile against your lips. He pulls away, taking a long look over you. “That was,, even better than I dreamt it would be,” he breathes out. “You… dreamt about that, too?” you ask, surprised he felt the same way you did. “Yeah,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “maybe a bit. I just never thought you would feel the same way, so I never acted on it. But tonight… it just felt different.” “I can’t believe it… I’ve felt that way since the first day I saw you,” you reply shyly, toying with the blanket beneath you. “I know I’m younger than you, and I’m your best friend’s sister, so I always thought you saw me as a kid,” you say. “Y/n,” Anton says, taking your face in his hands and turning you to face him. “I never saw you as a kid. I saw you for who you are. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and that feeling has grown even more since then. The night I knew was at that party, when you were crying. I was so angry at that guy for hurting you, I couldn’t stand seeing you cry over some worthless guy who didn’t deserve you,” he says firmly, like he’s sure of everything he said. “You… you love me?” you gasp quietly looking at him to see if he really meant it. “Yes, y/nnie,” he laughs lightly, letting go of your face to hug you, “I love you,” he whispers against your ear. “I love you too,” you whisper into his shoulder, relishing in a moment you never thought would come.⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ
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