“ SORRY, WHAT? ”
— where your longtime crush, phainon, hands you.. a boyfriend application?
· phainon x gn!reader .
NOTES: modern au, implied childhood friends to lovers, no use of pronouns for user, author needs coffee, enjoy.
youve known phainon for as long as you can remember, growing up together had you form a bond which was downright unbreakable. watching him grow taller was annoying, the way he started towering over everything and anything, i mean, you were tall, yes but his height was almost eldritch-like.
the closeness had made you gain feelings without even noticing, which,, you didnt think to be horrible at first.
although of course, those thoughts went straight to hell when you started noticing he hadnt shown any signs about the feelings being mutual.
it started getting mildly frustrating, every touch felt like a reminder, every loving gaze felt like a jab at your heart. and it didnt get better when he invited you out for a ‘date’.
“.. phainon, youve been digging holes in that menu for over thirty minutes now. didnt you suggest this place?” you nudged him in an attempt to get his attention, which. seemed to work.
“oh- right! im sorry, im just. uhm.. im trying to think on how to say this.” phainon responded quickly, stopping a few times to form his sentence correctly. he was hiding something. and your suspicions prove to be correct once you saw some neatly folded paper stapled together, which further deepened your curiosity.
“its .. an application, with all my qualities listed on it. please take a look..?” you were a bit taken aback, he hadnt mentioned any attempts at finding a proper job before.
“you idiot, you couldve just said that. alright ill take a look.” looking away from him, you focus on the sheets of paper. opening it to start reading.
alright, ‘official application for a boyfriend position—’
...
huh?
huh??
HUUH???
practically shooting your eyes over to him, you tilt your head, brows furrowing as you stare at him like he just confessed to murdering a family of 4.
“y..you.. sorry, what?”
phainon looks,, as dumb as he usually does, merely blinking. “is there a spelling error again? i thought i cleared them all, im sorry ...”
“what? no, nonono. you idiot, you absolute dumbfuck. i.. what is this??” you hold the top of the papers, brows knitted harder as you go back and forth between him and the sheet.
“ OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND APPLICATION. ”
Name: Phainon Age: 22 Height: 215cm
below those, all his qualities such as occupation, his earnings, skills in cleaning, cooking and whatever else you can think of were proudly displayed.
“do you.. have an issue? am i not up to your standards?” he was trying his best to hide it, but the way those puppy eyes appeared sadder as he slowly hunched down in uncertain defeat told you everything you needed to know. he was anxious, but holy fuck he liked you back. a little.. too much.
“i dont but,, seriously phai, two pages? what even was your thought process?” noticing how his little ahoge practically straightened itself up in joy, he showed you a fond smile and carried on.
“well i.. i didnt know if you liked me in a romantic setting and i .. i didnt want to accidentally put you in a bad spot.. but i wanted you to know of my skillset soidecidedonanapplicationand—”
“...”
“say something please..?”
“you fucking idiot. for someone who was the first in his class, you lack severe common sense.”
“... im sorry? did i do something?” there he was again, that stupid head tilt he does when stuck on something. does the thinking make more sense at a 45° angle? no one knows.
sigh.
“what im saying is. you.. you didnt need a whole fucking application. i like you too, my stupid puppy.”
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