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alxdrjournal · 6 days ago

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Unexpected - one

Pairing: Na baekjin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Na Baekjin doesn't let anyone close like she does. And the last thing they expected was to care.

Authors Note: English is not my first language. (I'm sorry)

!Reader being anxious

Yeo-II High.

a prestigious institution where only the best survive. Your family has high hopes for you, expecting nothing other than perfection. You anxiously adjusted the collar of your light grey, striped button-up, the Yeo-Il emblem brushing lightly against your palm as you did. Transferring schools made you jittery. The thought of having to meet new people made you anxious, the thought of feeling the weight of their eyes.

You always kept to yourself—you just liked your space, and you kept it that way. But transferring schools wasn't still. It's loud and full of new faces and you didn't like starting over. Not when you've barely gotten used to your old school.

"Okay—just—keep it together." You mumble to yourself, fingers curled tightly around the strap of your bag. Your thoughts are racing, and you're constant repetition that everything will be fine isn't helping at all. Not even a bit.

You stood still, long enough to question your life—reluctant to enter the building. "But you need to" you note to yourself. You kept your head low, your steps quiet, trying to quickly weave through the crowd without brushing against anyone.

Class 2-3. Second floor. Third door on the left.

Eyes flickered your way, quick glances filled with curiosity. The halls, the feeling, the faces. Too new. Too loud. Too much. The classroom number blinked at you from above the door, and your stomach twisted even tighter.

You stepped in.

The noise swiftly shifted, and heads turned your way. Fuck. your mind raced even faster as you stood by the door with your heart in your throat. The teacher glanced up. “Ah, hello." they greeted, straightening with mild surprise. “Everyone, quiet down. We’ve got a new student joining us today.” Whispers where audible as you continued walking in, shyly smiling at them.

"This is L/N Y/N." The teacher continued. "Try to be nice, yeah?" A few let out quiet laughs and a few threw sideway glances. You only gave them a small bow, like you were supposed to—as your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag even more.

The teacher scanned the room, then pointed towards the middle row, near the window. "You can take the seat next to Baekjin. Na Baekjin—please raise your hand." Your gaze flickered to where the teacher's attention was directed, drawn to the student whose name she had called.

The boy raised his hand slightly, his eyes held sharpness and you took notice of how composed he looked. You gave a small nod to the teacher, leaving a quiet thank you. You anxiously walked towards the seat the teacher had assigned you in, next to him. The feeling—like you're under a microscope made your skin prickle, and you try your best to ignore it.

It'll be okay, stop panicking—it's nothing.

Na Baekjin didn’t even glance in your direction as you sat down, instead, he continued on scribbling on his notebook. You kept your head down, trying to shake their prying eyes off of you. You pretended not to care.

Just breathe. Blend in. Get through the day.

Na Baekjin shifted ever so slightly. His cold and sharp eyes now flicked your way— and it lingered a second too long.

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alxdrjournal · 7 months ago

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୨୧ In the Spotlight Together

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You never thought you’d cross paths with Louis Tomlinson. Sure, you’d seen him on TV, in magazines, and even at a few award shows, but as a Victoria’s Secret model, your world seemed a little different from his. That all changed at the launch of a new fragrance line, where both One Direction and Victoria’s Secret models were the star guests. As fate would have it, you and Louis ended up seated next to each other at the after-party. Louis was charming, as you expected, but he was also surprisingly down-to-earth. The two of you talked about everything: life on the road, crazy fan moments, and those rare quiet days that felt like a gift. He shared stories about his son, and you opened up about the pressures of modeling—keeping up appearances, long hours, and homesickness. Over the next few months, you and Louis met up whenever you were both in the same city. Soon, he began appearing backstage at your shows, sneaking in to wish you luck before you strutted down the runway. He loved to joke about how you made it look easy while he’d be a nervous wreck. One night, after a long show, you sat on the rooftop of his hotel, taking in the city lights. He leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and said, “You know, I've never met someone who gets it like you do. The craziness, the spotlight, but still somehow wanting something real.” You felt a warmth spread through you as he took your hand. From then on, it was you and Louis, finding comfort in each other amid the chaos of fame. You’d cheer him on at his concerts, and he’d be there in the front row at your shows. The two of you became each other’s escape, making it feel like maybe, just maybe, you could both be happy in the spotlight, as long as you were in it together.

#louis tomlinson x reader #louis tomlinson #one direction #louis tomlinson imagine

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