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brilleonix · 4 months ago

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Kindred Souls (One-Shot)

pairing(s): Erik (Magneto) Lehnsherr x Telekinetic!Mutant!Female!Reader

warning(s): EXPLICIT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, angst, SMUT, fluff, yearning, angst, fluff, p in v sex, reverence, and romance. Erik is rude as hell, but he warms up anyway. Oh yea, edging, too.

a/n: credit to my coworker for the title name, but i hope y’all enjoy this one! this would be my second fan fiction that i have ever written so please let me know if you have any tips & tricks or if you would like to see more! <3

word count: 4.1k

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summary: In this story, Erik, struggling with Charles' death and his new role as X-Men leader, faces unresolved feelings for you. Your sudden return after ten years rekindles their deep connection, leading to a heartfelt confrontation about love and regret. The story ends with an intimate reunion that symbolizes healing and growth, as Erik seeks forgiveness and you offer unwavering support, setting the stage for a shared future.

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It was evening in New York at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and the air was cool and crisp with a hint of winter. The mansion, usually bustling with activity, was eerily quiet since Charles' passing. Outside, the city slept in blissful ignorance of the heavy decisions weighing on Erik's shoulders.

The sky above the mansion was a deep shade of indigo, the street lamps casting a soft golden glow on the surrounding buildings. The bare trees rustled in the crisp breeze, their branches casting long, spindly shadows across the quiet grounds. The mansion itself was a grand, old-fashioned building, its windows dark and silent.

Before he died, Charles had left a will with a profound request: that if anything were to happen to him, Erik would take over as leader of the X-Men and continue their mission to create harmony between humans and mutants. Though Erik wasn't sure if he still believed in this vision, it was something he cared deeply about. Charles had been more than just a friend; he was like a brother. And it was Charles who had seen the depth of Erik's feelings for you.

You were the light that brightened Erik's life, and your absence has left a void that he struggles to fill. The pain of losing you lingers like a shadow, a constant reminder of what once was. He buries his emotions deep inside, masking them with a facade of strength and control, but they never truly go away.

Erik now goes by Magneto, embracing the name as a symbol of power and dominance. It shields him from the world and makes him feel invincible. But at the same time, it creates a barrier that prevents him from facing his own vulnerability. His helmet serves as both a shield from external noise and a cage that keeps him isolated from his own feelings.

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Sitting in Charles' old wheelchair, its leather worn and creaky under his weight, Magneto stared at his helmet. The metallic surface reflected the dim light of the room as he let out a heavy sigh, conveying the weariness in his soul.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing the cool metal of the helmet. With a flick of his wrist, it rose into the air, spinning slowly before his eyes. The power coursed through him, as natural as breathing, yet it brought him no comfort.

"What would you do, old friend?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper in the empty room. The silence that answered was deafening.

He was facing a harsh reality: he had lost your love and with it, a part of himself. His determination to fight for mutant rights often felt hollow without you by his side. The X-Men, who had once seen him as an enemy, now looked to him for guidance with a mix of suspicion and hope. He couldn't blame them; his actions in the past had been driven by his own relentless pursuit of power and control.

Despite the mistrust and fractured mission, Erik clung to Charles' vision. Though it may have faded over time, he still believed that mutants deserved equality, respect, and a chance at peaceful coexistence with humanity. It was a dream that seemed just as distant as the warmth he once found in your embrace.

Leaning back in the wheelchair, Magneto tried to focus on plans for the X-Men, but his mind kept drifting back to you. The plans seemed insignificant compared to the memories of your laughter and touch. As he attempted to steer his thoughts back towards the future he was trying to build, the weight of his emotions bore down heavily on him. The road ahead felt isolating and uncertain, but for Charles, for the X-Men, and for the hope of a better world, he would continue forward - no matter how shattered his heart may feel.

The door creaked open and shut quietly as you stepped into the room. For a moment, everything seemed frozen in time. It had been ten years since you last laid eyes on each other, and seeing Erik in the dim light of the study felt almost surreal. Your heart raced with uncertainty as you questioned whether this moment was real or simply a figment of your imagination.

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"Erik?" Your voice was a hesitant whisper filled with a mix of emotions - uncertainty, longing, and the weight of years apart.

Erik's head whipped around upon hearing his name, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his face. For a moment, he thought he must be dreaming, but as he turned to fully face you, the reality of your presence was undeniable. His expression hardened into a mask of controlled stoicism, a defense mechanism honed from years of guarding his heart.

"What are you doing here?" Erik's voice remained steady, but a hint of vulnerability seeped through. "I wanted to be alone, and you have no right to call me that." His frown deepened, his emotions threatening to break through the carefully crafted facade he tried so hard to maintain.

As you laid eyes on him, the tension between you seemed palpable, almost visible in the air. His rigid stance and guarded expression were like a shield, shielding him from the emotions that threatened to break through.

Erik's body language spoke volumes - his stiff posture, the slight tensing of his jaw, the way he avoided making direct eye contact. He seemed to be trying to hold his emotions in check, but his eyes betrayed him, revealing a mix of longing and pain.

"I heard about Charles," you said softly, your heart aching for him. "I came to see how you're doing. The X-Men are worried about you, and I know how much he meant to you..." Your eyes were filled with sadness as you spoke, reaching out for him despite his attempt to push you away. You wanted to offer comfort, but hesitated, unsure of how he would react.

Magneto scoffed at your concern, his face a blend of disbelief and anger. He couldn't help but wonder: Did you truly care about Charles, or was there another reason for your return? What was your true agenda? "Why are you really here?" His voice held a hint of frustration, but beneath it lay a vulnerability he could barely acknowledge.

You were taken aback by his coldness, but took a deep breath before responding. "I'm here for both you and the X-Men, Erik." You paused before correcting yourself, "Magneto." Lowering your gaze briefly before looking back up at him, you continued, "Just because we have history doesn't mean I don't still care about you."

“You walked away,” he spat, his words stinging like a whip. “And now you're not my responsibility anymore.” His tone was harsh and sharp, piercing through your heart, but you knew it was just a mask to hide the pain you had caused him. You could feel the hurt that lingered from your departure, and while you understood his anger, you couldn't help but wonder if he was also struggling with his own unresolved emotions. Was he trying to come to terms with why you had left? Beneath his calm facade, you sensed a tempest of emotions brewing, but you weren't sure if he was ready to confront them.

You took a hesitant step forward, drawn towards the comforting warmth of the fireplace near his desk. He watched you closely, tracking your every move. As you gazed into the crackling flames, you tried to gather your thoughts and find the right words to address the past.

Turning back to face him, your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to speak. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you looked away, unwilling to show him your vulnerability. “I left because I wanted a future with you,” you said softly, barely above a whisper. “I wanted us to have a family together. But then things changed...you started hurting people, Erik. You scared me…” Your voice trailed off as you wrapped your arms around yourself, unable to contain the weight of your emotions any longer.

Erik's expression softened as he placed the helmet on the desk and stood up from Charles' wheelchair. He walked towards you with purpose, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Gently, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, liebling," he said, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability.

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As tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, Erik tenderly brushed them away with a gentle touch. "I wish you had told me," he whispered regretfully. "But I understand now why you left. I thought I was doing what needed to be done..." His voice trailed off as he searched for answers and a connection that he believed was lost forever.

His hand moved to rest against your cheek, and you leaned into it, closing your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at his presence. "I know...my love," you said softly, filled with tenderness.

Erik's eyes widened as the word "love" fell from your lips. It was a word he hadn't heard in years, and it brought back memories that still haunted him. He struggled to find the right words, his heart racing at the thought of finally admitting his feelings for you. He opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. After a few moments of silence, he managed to choke out, "Why...now?" He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Why are you telling me this now?" Despite the distance and time that had passed since they were together, his love for you had never truly gone away. It had always been there, even amidst his strong dedication to mutant rights.

You were at a loss for words. Your mind was buzzing with thoughts, unsure of what words to form or if you should even say anything at all.

He cautiously stepped closer, closing the gap between you. His familiar scent enveloped you, reminding you of all the memories you had tried so hard to bury. Your heart raced as he reached out, his fingers barely grazing your arm.

"I never thought I'd see you again," he murmured roughly, overcome with emotion.

You fought back tears as best as you could. "I didn't think you'd want to," you whispered.

A shadow of pain passed over his face. "I've regretted that day for years," he admitted. "If I could go back..."

You shook your head, cutting him off. "We can't change the past, Erik. I couldn't stay away any longer," you confessed. "I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you focus on your mission. But then I realized..." You took a deep breath, trying to hold back your emotions. "I realized that life is too short and unpredictable, especially for people like us."

Erik winced at your words. He had been younger then, fueled by his intense hatred towards humanity and the injustices he had endured. He hadn't expected that hatred to overshadow his ability to love, and your words left him struggling to find a response.

You pleaded with him, desperate for a response. Your eyes scanned his face, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he truly felt. Suddenly, you noticed a change in his expression - a fleeting look of desire and vulnerability.

In a rush of emotion, Erik blurted out, "Will you stay with me?" His voice quivered with unspoken worries. "I can't handle losing you again, mein liebe."

You didn’t hesitate to agree to stay. The thought of being apart from him once more was unbearable; you had missed him desperately. Erik never truly believed that you would return to him. He thought you would want nothing to do with him after everything that had happened.

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As soon as your words left your lips, his heart began to pound and his mind raced out of control. Memories of your love flooded his mind: the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice, the scent of your perfume. They overwhelmed him, filling the space between you with a powerful and bittersweet nostalgia.

Your voice trembled with emotion as you spoke again. "I will never leave you again," you said softly. "My love for you has never faltered. Even after all these years apart, I never moved on." Your words hit him hard, a gut-punch he wasn't expecting. His heart felt like it was about to burst from the intensity of emotions that surged through him. Hearing you declare your love once more was a truth he had struggled to accept himself. Deep down, he had never truly let go of his feelings for you.

He took a shaky breath and gently placed his hand on the back of your neck. You both closed your eyes as he pulled you in closer until your foreheads were touching. “I have never stopped loving you,” he whispered, barely above a murmur. “It was torture when you left…” He swallowed hard, trying to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. All the years apart, battles fought, and loneliness endured came crashing down in that moment.

With a few calming breaths, you both opened your eyes and slowly pulled apart, the closeness still tangible. His gaze held yours, baring his heart in a raw, vulnerable state. "You were my everything," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I didn't realize until now how lost I was without you." He searched your face for any sign of the promised love, hoping against hope that this time would bring something different.

There was an invisible force between you, pulling you together with a magnetic power that could not be resisted. Your eyes remained locked on each other's lips, filled with anticipation and unspoken promises. Then, without hesitation, your lips met in a passionate embrace. As the kiss deepened, years of yearning finally gave way to the storm of emotions between you.

The initial touch of your lips sparked an electric current through him, nearly causing him to lose his balance. Guided by a tender yet commanding force, his hands firmly grasped your hips and drew you closer. A deep hum escaped him as each kiss reignited long-suppressed desires. Amidst the exchange of fervent kisses, you whispered how much you had missed him, soothing his aching heart with every word.

Erik felt another surge of longing as each kiss intensified their shared confessions, drawing them closer with every heated touch. The urgency in their kisses grew more insistent, begging for closeness as he pulled her tighter against him. Unable to wait any longer, he reluctantly broke the embrace and gazed at her pleadingly as she reached for him. In a raw and desperate voice, he whispered, "Please...I need you." There was no room for hesitation in his tone, only an overwhelming urgency that demanded immediate action.

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As your eyes meet, a silent understanding passes between you. You use your powers to change the room, and the furniture rearranges itself as if by magic. The soft glow of the fireplace reflects off the cozy blankets and plush pillows, inviting you to indulge in the moment.

The room was quickly transformed into a warm and inviting space, the furniture moving under your careful control as you worked together. The blankets and pillows seemed to dance in the air, creating a cozy and intimate nook by the fireplace. The flickering flames cast a soft orange glow, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

Erik led you to a cozy nest of pillows and blankets near the flickering fire, gazing at you with a mix of longing and adoration. He guided you onto the soft surface with gentle movements, his eyes drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if he wanted to commit them to memory.

His thumb traced along your jawline, causing you to let out a gasp. The tension in your body only fueled Erik's desire for you. His hand ventured down your body and slipped into your pants, finding the heat and wetness waiting for him.

Your breath caught at his touch, and your body instinctively moved towards him. The intensity in Erik's eyes grew as he watched your reaction. With skillful precision, he brushed his fingers between the folds of your sex, hitting all the sensitive spots that sent waves of pleasure through you. Your body trembled beneath him as he continued to pleasure you.

Erik’s lips traced a path down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. With his free hand, he worked on unbuttoning your shirt, revealing more of your flesh to his hungry gaze. As each button came undone, he placed soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, gradually making his way down your chest. Your breath hitched as he reached the swell of your breasts, teasingly brushing his hot mouth against the edge of your bra.

"Erik, please," you whimpered, arching into his touch.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, love," he murmured against your skin.

"I want you," you gasped. "All of you."

With a growl, Erik captured your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands made quick work of the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare beneath him. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

Erik let out a soft chuckle as he pulled away, discarding his clothes before settling back above you. Your eyes drank in the sight of his toned body as he positioned himself back into place. One hand stayed close to your head while the other made its way down to your center. As he began to gently massage small circles on your most sensitive spot, your muscles tensed and your breath hitched in your throat.

He craved your scent, wanting to lose himself in it completely. He wanted to savor every bit of you.

Suddenly, he slid his middle and ring fingers between your folds, causing you to cry out in shock. As he started to move in and out of you, you couldn't help but whisper his name like a holy chant. "Erik," you moaned, cherishing the way his name felt on your lips.

Erik's smirk only widened as he continued to tease you with his fingers. "Liebling, if you keep calling my name like that, I don't know if I can hold back much longer," he playfully warned.

His fingers slipped into you at a frustratingly slow pace and you could feel yourself reaching the brink of pleasure. "Please, Erik... faster..." you pleaded, desperate for him to pick up the pace. He obliged, finding that perfect spot inside of you that sent waves of ecstasy through your body. The books on the bookshelf started to topple as your telekinetic powers reacted to the overwhelming sensation. Erik clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"I'm close," you whimpered, but Erik shook his head.

"Not yet... not until I say so," he said with a teasing tone. This only made you groan in frustration, your hips moving in rhythm with his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach your climax. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out.

You let out a whimper at the loss of his touch. Erik chuckled softly and positioned himself between your legs, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his cock against your folds, teasing you even further.

"Stop teasing me," you pouted, your frustration palpable. You wanted to smack him for holding back your release and taunting you with his erection.

After some playful teasing, he entered you, emitting a deep groan as he felt the warmth radiating from you. He waited for you to adjust to his size before moving again.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders. "Yes," you gasped. "Please..."

Erik started to move at a gentle pace, each thrust bringing waves of pleasure. You arched your back, matching his movements. His lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your sensitive skin.

As passion overtook both of you, the tempo increased gradually. The air was filled with soft moans and gasps as Erik's strong arms held you close, driving deeper into your body. You ran your fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

"Erik," you cried out as waves of ecstasy began to build inside you. Your body trembled under his urgent movements as he buried his face in your neck, sending shivers down your spine with his hot breath.

"You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders as the intensity grew, and Erik's lips found your neck, leaving hot kisses along your sensitive skin. You arched your back against his solid chest, unable to hold back your pleasure any longer.

"Oh god, Erik," you moaned desperately.

He responded by increasing his pace, driving you both closer to the edge. The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You could feel yourself on the brink of release.

Erik's ragged breathing and urgent movements pushed you over the edge. "Come for me," he growled in your ear, his desire evident in his husky voice.

Those words were all it took for you to tumble into mind-blowing ecstasy. Erik followed moments later, whispering your name as he found his own release.

You clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

His hand moved to your clit, gently rubbing it in slow circles that made you arch your hips up in delight. "E-erik!," you gasped, unable to contain yourself. He silenced you with a tender shush and continued peppering kisses along your neck, marking you as his own.

The pleasure was reaching an overwhelming level, rendering you speechless as your brows furrowed in sheer ecstasy. He wanted to prolong your orgasm, drawing out every moment of bliss. Suddenly, without warning, a surge of release overcame you and you gasped for breath. Erik smirked, pleased with the outcome of his actions. He withdrew from you, leaving a mix of his cum and your juices scattered around.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing your forehead. As Erik shifts to the side, you snuggle against his chest and feel the quick thumping of his heart. His arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and secure as your breath slows back to a steady rhythm. A sense of deep satisfaction washes over you as you revel in the peaceful aftermath.

For a long while, you lay together in contented silence, basking in the afterglow. Erik's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. The crackling fire cast a warm glow over your entwined bodies.

"I've missed this," Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Missed you."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. "I've missed you too," you whispered. "More than you know."

His arms tightened around you. "I was a fool to let you go," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I won't make

The room was bathed in a warm glow from the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the repositioned furniture. The blankets and pillows seemed to float effortlessly through the air, creating a cozy and inviting space.

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His thumb traced along your jawline, causing you to let out a moan. The tension in your body only fueled Erik's desire for you. His hand ventured down your body and slipped into your pants, finding the heat and wetness waiting for him.

"Erik, please," you whimpered, arching into his touch.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want, love," he murmured against your skin.

"I want you," you gasped. "All of you."

He craved your scent, wanting to lose himself in it completely. He wanted to savor every bit of you.

Erik's smirk only widened as he continued to tease you with his fingers. "Liebling, if you keep calling my name like that, I don't know if I can hold back much longer," he playfully warned.

"I'm close," you whimpered, but Erik shook his head.

"Stop teasing me," you pouted, your frustration palpable. You wanted to smack him for holding back your release and taunting you with his erection.

After some playful teasing, he entered you, emitting a deep groan as he felt the warmth radiating from you. He waited for you to adjust to his size before moving again.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders. "Yes," you gasped. "Please..."

"You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

"Oh god, Erik," you moaned desperately.

He responded by increasing his pace, driving you both closer to the edge. The friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. You could feel yourself on the brink of release.

Erik's ragged breathing and urgent movements pushed you over the edge. "Come for me," he growled in your ear, his desire evident in his husky voice.

Those words were all it took for you to tumble into mind-blowing ecstasy. Erik followed moments later, whispering your name as he found his own release.

You clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

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"I've missed this," Erik murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Missed you."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, seeing a vulnerability there that he rarely showed. "I've missed you too," you whispered. "More than you know."

His arms tightened around you. "I was a fool to let you go," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I won't make that mistake again."

"We both made mistakes," you replied gently. "But we're here now. That's what matters."

Erik nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. His fingers continued to trace lazy patterns on your skin as you lay nestled against him. The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across the room, enveloping you both in warmth and intimacy.

"What happens now?" you asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Erik was quiet for a moment, his hand stilling on your back. "I don't know," he admitted. "Charles left me with an enormous responsibility. The X-Men, the school... it's all in my hands now." His voice held a note of uncertainty you'd rarely heard from him before.

You propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him. "You don't have to do it alone," you said. "I'm here. And the X-Men - they may not trust you fully yet, but they'll support you. It's what Charles would have wanted."

Erik's eyes searched yours, a mix of emotions playing across his face. "You're right," he said softly. "Charles always believed in the power of unity, even when I couldn't see it." He paused, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "But can you forgive me for the things I've done? The pain I've caused?"

You leaned into his touch, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. "I forgave you a long time ago, Erik," you whispered. "The question is, can you forgive yourself?"

He closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. When he opened them again, there was a determination there that you recognized. "I want to try," he said. "For Charles. For the X-Men. For us."

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Then that's where we'll start.”

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glossary: liebling = darling, mein liebe = my darling

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brilleonix · 5 months ago

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Rereading my old work, and it's actually kinda good. Hope y'all enjoy! Pardon the little splash of lack of maturity in there of yours truly writer, but the sass, wit, and comedy is top tier. 🥰 Even my human understanding gets me now! I wouldn't dabble back into writing like this, but I enjoyed reading it! Take care! x

I really appreciate how clean I made it - clean, organized, and a good hang of story grammar, and punctuation. 😉

Eavesdropping Mishap

Do not plagiarize.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Synopsis: Your friend's skipping you like the ads on YouTube, and you get to the bottom of it.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Non-Idol AU, University AU, fluff, slight angst, humour, Jisung being denser than condensed milk, profanity

Word count: 3k

You’re sure Jisung's avoiding you.

Every single time you had greeted him, he only stayed around to stutter out a polite response and then an excuse to scram.

Oh, he’s got this errand to do, he’s gotta run.

Oh, he’s got that person calling him, he’s gotta go.

You couldn’t even roll your eyes enough at the ones he would give you on days, you were sure, he had exhausted his daily quota of intelligence.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, I gotta go. I forgot to water my cat!’

He doesn’t even own a fucking cat?!

You tried to confront him about it, keyword being tried. But the most time you got was probably twenty seconds before he scuttered before your flailing hands.

Unbelievable.

Gradually, he started sitting as mortally far from you as possible in class.

He became mute when the group conversation shifted to you. And when you gathered the courage to ask him yourself, he abruptly cut you off and changed the topic.

You huffed at this childish behaviour.

It was hard to miss the concerned looks your friends threw or the way Chan chastised Jisung for interrupting you for the nth time. You always brushed it off with a light laugh, but truthfully, it stung deep down.

Finally on an bright sunny Tuesday, your close friend, Amy, turned to you during lunch break.

“So...what’s up with you and Han?”

You stopped chewing and stared at your chicken nuggets. “What’s up with us?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please, don’t play dumb with me. You don’t even look at each other anymore!”

“So?”

“So?” Amy’s eyebrows shot up in incredulity. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that the two of you used to be joined at the hip? What happened?!”

You picked at your nuggets. “...I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know.” She frowned.

“I mean, I have no idea what happened with that idiot!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “One day we’re peachy, and the next thing I know, he’s avoiding me like the plague. I thought, maybe it was his male PMS acting up but—” A big sigh escaped you as you thought back to your futile attempts at approaching him. “...I give up.”

Amy regarded you steadily. “That’s it? You’re giving up on your friendship?”

“What no!” You straightened up as you looked at her. “I am just...going to give him some space. It’s clear that he doesn’t want me around.” For whatever god damn reason he’s not man enough to tell me.

You seriously couldn’t understand this sudden development in Jisung. You had always been there for each other, a support beam that never wavered.

Even when you almost lost yourself off of the face of Earth because of an irresponsible drunken spree in the wilderness, while Jisung ran hours looking for you.

Or that time—quite frankly, multiple times—you saved his ass from getting handed to him by his unsupportive parents because he was up late working on his mixtape instead of his thesis.

It made you angry. And hurt. But mostly, angry. Maybe the anger stemmed from that hurt. But anyway!

The point is you were mad at Jisung. It disconcerted you when he didn’t allow you to help resolve whatever was making him blatantly ignore your entire existence.

A dry devilish chuckle made its way out of your throat as you thought of all the ways you were going to strangle the man once he finally came around.

“You might want to go easy on that spork there, sis.” A firm hold on your shoulder startled you out of your dark thoughts. Amy eyed you playfully. “It doesn’t already look like it has a strong will to live.”

You glanced down. The plastic cutlery was almost bent over to its breaking point in the deadly grip of your dominant hand.

“Oops!” You immediately relaxed, gently placing it back on your plate. Get a grip on yourself. “My bad, Mr. Forky.”

“(Y/N).”

Amy’s voice turned unnaturally sombre. The previous glint of playfulness was completely gone from her face.

“What?” You asked, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

She took a moment to look at you from one eye to the other, gingerly taking your hand in hers. Was that a glint of hope budding in her eyes?

“Does this mean I won’t have to put up with you whining about Jisung like a lovesick puppy?”

You gasped, snatching your hand back. “I don’t whine about him!”

“Sure, honey.” Amy drew out the syllables, completely unimpressed as she inspected her nails. “And I’m into men.”

The following night, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror with your toothbrush in your mouth. Your mind had been running on Jisung like a hamster in a wheel the entire day.

Were you being too dismissive by letting him get away with his behaviour? As a good friend, you needed to let him know when he strayed too far. But as a good friend, didn’t you also need to respect his boundaries if he wanted to be left alone? You at least deserved a heads up though, right?

“UGH!” You pulled at your hair in frustration. “Screw you, Han!”

• • •

Today was Rehearsal Day.

And you were sweating bullets the moment you made it to the auditorium.

You positively had a very bad case of stage fright—you still can’t get over the insensitivity of the Class President who assigned you to this thing—but that was hardly the reason why you were wiping your clammy hands on your jeans every other minute.

Your questionnable friend had also been chosen in the cast for the upcoming play your university was hosting. And you were going to do something about it.

Before you knew it, rehearsal ended. Loud chattering filled the air as students and teachers alike filed out the auditorium. Everyone was buzzing with excitement about their final performance the next day. You were nervous too, but mostly because of what you were going to do in the next minutes.

You waited for everyone to exit—everyone except your target, who you knew to be a slow slug. Then, carefully on your tippy toes, bolted the doors.

You heaved a sigh of relief when it didn't arouse his attention.

Aha! How’re you gonna run away now?

You honestly didn’t know how that idiot survived sometimes. What if you had been a serial killer and successfully sneaked in for his blood?

Hold on a second. If everything went well, that wouldn’t be too far from reality. You were planning to strangle him anyway.

With a determined nod to yourself, you strode over to where he was crouched unsuspectingly over his backpack. He didn’t know what—or who—was going to hit him.

“Jisung.”

The boy sputtered at the sound of your voice, nearly lost his balance and stood up facing you with a water bottle in his hand.

His eyes were wide in trepidation as he stammered your name.

It was truly a comical sight. His lips went agape, eyebrows vanishing into his bangs as water dripped down his chin. You cleared your throat in a hasty attempt to hide the laugh that was threatening to bubble out.

“Jisung, we need to talk.” You said, masking your nervousness behind a steely tone.

“Oh. Um.” He gulped. He had not been expecting this straightforward confrontation. “I...I have a class right now? Yeah, a class! So I really need to dash. Chat later?”

You deadpanned. “You don't have any classes after practice.”

“I do now! I signed up for a few, uh, last week, ha-ha.” There was clear perspiration forming on his forehead.

The need to sigh for the umpteenth time grew overwhelmingly strong. But instead, you fixed him with a hard look. “Jisung, I’ve had enough of your excuses.”

He stepped back in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” You sneered, marching into his bubble. You would be damned if you let him run away again. He gulped for the second time as he instantly retracted.

Unfortunately for him, the soundproof wall stopped his escape.

“Jisung…” You cornered him. “Why are you avoiding me?”

The air grew tense. You’ve been meaning to ask this question for an entire week, and the lack of clarity was close to driving you insane. Jisung’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“You can drop the act, (Y/N).” He muttered darkly, bangs overshadowing his eyes. “I know how you really feel about me.”

What?

You froze. No. He couldn't have known. Amy would never sell you out like that. And you always made sure you were discreet... Weren’t you?

You breathed. “What?”

“I heard you, okay! Talking shit about how you can’t stand the fucking sight of me,” Jisung ran his fingers through his hair, his eyebrows scrunched in painful anger, completely oblivious to your stumped expression. “I can’t believe you feel that way and didn’t say it to my face. I really thought we were ride or die's, you know?”

You blinked at him. This was a lot to process at one time. What the hell was he talking about? Not only was this phenomenally different from what you were expecting, but those words strung a distinct memory from a few weeks prior.

“Jesus Christ, Amy! I don’t know how long I’ll be able to take it before I practically combust!”

You paced around the empty auditorium, your phone in a tight grip against your ear.

“You know what’s wrong. I can’t stand the sight of him anymore. He's so insufferable!”

“What? Of course I mean Jisung. Yeah, Han Jisung! Are there any other Jisungs I complain to you about?!”

You sighed as you stared ahead into the darkness.

“I just don’t understand why I had to catch feelings for such an idiot like him..”

Your eyes widened in realisation. “You eavesdropped on me?!”

“I didn’t mean to!” There was a hint of guilt strewn across his face but he stood his ground. “I forgot my backpack in the auditorium and came back to fetch it. I didn’t expect to hear you ranting away to your friend about how much you fucking hated me!” His voice raised an octave towards the end.

“Well, you obviously didn’t listen to the entire conversation or else we wouldn’t be here right now!” Your own voice rivalled his, bathed in exasperation.

“What?” Jisung blinked.

“I don’t,” You paused to take in a shaky breath. “I could never hate you, Jisung.”

“What?” There was a significant sag in his posture, but a newfound confusion took over his features. “Then what the hell was that all about?!”

Despite your best efforts at self-control, you couldn’t help the heat that tingled across your cheeks.

“(Y/N)?”

You glanced at him through your lashes. Goddammit. What were you going to say? That you were talking Amy’s ear off because you were head over heels for him? You weren’t emotionally prepared for that just yet!

Jisung stared at you intently, waiting for your response. You could almost see the wheels turning slowly in his head. Before you could come up with something to say, he interjected.

“Hang on—don’t tell me...”

Oh great. This is it. This is where you were going to die of embarrassment. Why couldn’t the ground just swallow you up already?

“It was that new makeup style I was experimenting with, wasn’t it?!” He cried, pointing accusingly with a finger. “(Y/N), when I asked for your opinion, even if you thought I looked like a clown, you should have told me, not your freaking fr—wait, why are you laughing?”

There was no way this guy was real. You burst into cackles. You were cackling so hard, there were tears in your eyes. An array of emotions swarmed through your head; frustration, disbelief, adoration...it was hard to pinpoint.

“I can’t believe,” You blurted between gasping breaths, “that I fell for such an idiot like you!”

“What?” All time stood still for Jisung. His brain ran at the speed of a sloth trying to piece together this new information into coherency.

“I like you, you big dumbass, more than a friend.” You just wiped your tears as you felt a heavy burden lift off of your shoulders. The care for rejection was a faraway thought at this point.

He sputtered. “I-I don’t understand. What does this have to do with that call with Amy?”

You let yourself sigh. The cat was already out of the bag. There was no point in hiding now.

“Amy knows.” You slowly admitted. “I tell her stuff when I get too frustrated about...us...”

You tried to gauge his expression as you spoke. It was hard to tell other than his silence urging you to go on. You averted your eyes. “It drives me insane when I see you everyday, and this feeling in my chest grows. I’d—I’d rather not stand the sight of you, then accept the fact that I can't have you.”

His eyes bore into yours in disbelief. “You’re not shitting me right now, right?”

Now that you had spilled everything from your system, the sass was back in your spirit. You rested your hands defiantly on your hips as you shoot him a look. “Bitch, I just poured my heart out to you. What will it take for you to believe me? A flipping kiss?”

The sound of his breath hitching reached your ears as you watched his deep brown eyes glaze over. He murmured lowly, “Yeah, I think that’d be a good idea.”

You gawked at him. That was not the reaction you were going for. Usually, he’d just make a joke out of everything.

“You’re serious?” You took a small step towards him to get a closer look at his face.

You could swear Jisung’s cheeks were dusted pink under the low light of the auditorium, his chest rising with quick shallow breaths.

You yelped in surprise as he tugged you into him, your hands landing on his pecs to steady yourself. “Just kiss me,” He grumbled huskily, his lips brushing lightly against your ears. The contact sent a rousing bout of electricity down your spine.

Fuck.

Like a plane on autopilot, your fingers slid from his chest onto his neck. Goosebumps formed under the wake of your fingertips. This had to be a dream. You vaguely processed yourself moistening your lips as you leaned in, eyelids fluttering close.

The first contact of his soft lips on yours felt like being touched by a fluffy cloud. Jisung’s erratic heartbeat thrummed against your own, and it gave you a little solace. You weren’t alone.

With a soft press against the warmth of his lips, you pulled yourself back. Jisung still had his eyes closed. You opened your mouth to speak only to shut up at the smoldering gaze he settled on you. Before you knew it, he was pulling you in again, eagerly drawing your lips together. A new fire blazed at the pit of your stomach.

You never imagined he was capable of this. Okay, that’s a lie. You totally imagined him taking you like this. But you needed to pinch yourself really hard to believe he was actually stealing your breath away like there was no tomorrow. The deep sensual pace he set was quickly clouding your mind. All you registered was the heated clash of skin and teeth.

When he finally let go, you were both gasping for air.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He murmured, resting his forehead against yours. Whoop. There goes your heart.

“Couldn’t be as long as me” You simpered, biting your lower lip. “You want to, maybe, continue this conversation in the dorms? It’s getting late.”

“Right. Yeah, you’re right.” He let go of you, although not without a little reluctance. Swinging his backpack up from the floor onto his shoulders, he bowed dramatically. “After you, m’lady.”

You crinkled your nose at him. There was the Jisung you knew. You clasped your arms together and proceeded towards the exit. This was so not how you had expected your night to end. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A sudden reminder intruded your train of thought at the sight of the entrance.

Oh.

Your lips stretched into a guilty smile as you slowly reached to unbolt the doors, making Jisung stare at you in bewilderment. “You locked the doors?”

“Hey, a girl's gotta do what she’s gotta do. You kept running away like a little chicken.” You teased.

Jisung gasped at your side, his hand clutching his heart in mock indignation. “I was not!”

He promptly went off into a half-hearted self-defensive monologue, and you giggled at him. You were content to just listen to him drone on. You missed this. However, your smiled dropped in growing dread when you realised something.

“Uh, Jisung... I think the doors are jammed.”

BONUS

“Pay up, Grouchy.”

Minho groaned, but he handed a ten thousand won bill to a smug looking Amy nevertheless.

The performance had been a marvelling success. Your friends were excitedly making their back stage to congratulate you and your team, but stopped short when they caught sight of you engaged intimately in conversation.

You were closely tucked under Jisung’s arm, your own wrapped around his lithe waist, as he ducked down to your ear with a dopey grin stretching his lips. Your eyes sparkled at what he whispered, immediately drawing a flustered laugh out of you.

It wasn't hard to guess what had transpired since the last time they saw you.

Amy turned to Minho with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. He instantly pulled a dramatic grimace in response, warning her, “Don’t—”

“I told you so!”

“Look, man. I honestly didn’t think that kid had it in him.”

“Honestly? Me neither.” She snorted. “But you’ve got to admit they’re pretty cute together.”

“...”

“Minho?”

“...Meh. My cats are cuter.”

“Minho!”

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