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Princess | Librarian!au (?)

Members: Yuta/Reader

Genre:  Librarian!au (?)  | Fluff

Word Count: 1,700

The crisp Sunday morning cut through the bare street as you wander through the new town. Moving towns had always been an idea that intrigued you and so after graduating into adulthood you decided, why the heck not?

Sunlight radiated through the network of alley ways, lighting up the small, family-based stores. All you wanted to do was explore the fresh, new town to its full potential and pop into each shop but the one thing stopping you was the desire to find a very specific treasure, a book, to be exact.

Having spent all day yesterday researching numerous dead ends, you discovered a little private library that had the book in their collection and after having briefly chatted with the owner, you found they were willing to lease the book to you for free due to your keen enthusiasm. The owner revealed herself to be an elderly lady with the same passion for books and warm tea, similar to the passion that you had and was more than happy to meet ‘someone so young yet so alike’. Over the phone she sounded legit enough to visit the next day and so here you were. The only problem now, however, was that the store was incredibly  hard to find within the vast web of alleyways.

Skimming past family restaurants and indie cafes, you finally find the particular store you had long been searching for, Maple’s Pages. It easily stood out in comparison to its neighbouring buildings as it possessed an antique aura with very little to none of its features striving to be modern or contemporary. Its walls were of a beige cobble stone  brick and had bits of darkness and moss growing in small cracks. Cosy.

 The green wooden door was left slightly ajar with a sign reading ‘Welcome, we’re open’. Its partly shielded windows revealing several rows of endless bookcases that were also coloured the same vintage green colour as the door.

You hesitantly push the door open further, causing a ring to echo from the small bell hanging above the opening. Slowly stepping forward while looking around, you observe a small desk tucked in the back of the room with a sleeping figure resting with their legs propped up on the table-top.

“Hello…?”

Nothing.

The lean figure continues to lightly snore under the open book on their face, their chest heaving up and down in time to their relaxed breaths. You begin to make your way closer towards them, sceptical that the figure was the elderly Maple you had spoken to yesterday judging by the boyish fashion and broad shoulders.

“Excuse me… Ahem! Maple?”

You say a little louder with curiosity lingering in your words. The masculine form briefly stops breathing. You take a cautious step back… The man across from you sighs with a low voice and reaches for the book balancing on his face, revealing an attractively scowled expression.

His dark brows knot in confusion, his eyes half-opened with drowsiness, half-opened with annoyance, peer at your timid stance. As he fully awakens he begins to look you up and down, licking his lips in a jokingly seductive manner as a smirk tugs on the corners of his lips.

“HEY!” You yell while attempting to cover your fully clothed body, your face reddens at the attention from a devilishly handsome man. He merely laughs at you response, beaming an amused smile.

“Lighten up, I don’t bite, princess,” he winks at your direction, briefly pausing to stand up and introduce himself.

“I’m Yuta, Marin is my gran but she calls herself Maple because apparently it draws in customers...”

He says sarcastically with a hint of guilt as he throws his hands out gesturing to the empty store.

“Don’t be so harsh! She seems really kind… Plus she has an excellent taste in books,” You say matter-of-factly.

“No way. Don’t tell me…”

“What?”

He faux-ponders by placing a slender finger on his plumped, pouting lips, staring straight at you, making you slightly shy at the undivided attention. With a mini ‘ah-ha’ moment, he extends his finger to point at you with a perfect smile gracing his handsome face.

“You’re the nerd that wants to borrow that book, ah… What was it called again…? Music of Ancient-”

“The Music of The Most Ancient Nations,” you interject quickly, “yes, I am that nerd, butthead.”

A glint of enjoyment glazes over his eyes as he deviously chuckles to himself once more.

“Ah, well that’s a shame,” he sighs with a pouting face, pacing closer towards you, “I don’t know where it is.”

“What do you mean? How could you not know, your Maple’s grandson,” you doubt his claim, voice rising slightly.

“Well, I, personally, am not too keen on books like gran is. But she insisted to go to the market and get the finest tea for her book-loving-pen-pal, leaving me, someone with no knowledge on books, to look after the store,” he explains, slyly walking around you with his arms crossed.

“So I have no idea where she put it,” he continues with a smirk, “but my guess is that it’s somewhere in this room.”

“Great thinking, Sherlock!” You sarcastically exclaim, “Go ahead and find it and we can wait for-”

“Ah, ah, ah, princess,” he interrupts, standing before you while shaking his finger “not so fast.”

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this, you dork, just give me the book,” you whine as you lightly smack his finger out of your face..

“Hey, is that really any way to talk to your future prince?”

You outwardly snort, playfully pushing Yuta out of your way as you begin to explore the vast amount of books resting on the shelves around you.

“If you want it, you’re gonna have to find it, honey. I was in the middle of something,” He places his two hands under the side of his face, pretending to fall asleep.

‘Well if anything, he would have been a distraction, clearly wasn’t going to help me anyway…’

-

You allow your fingertips to gently graze on the spines of the books as you read each new individual title, recognising a few of the authors’ names. Occasionally you’d pull out a book or two, only to place it back in its rightful place after having mentally listed which ones to read in the future.

After having scoped through the first aisle you make your way to the next set of shelves, picking up another interesting book along the way. However, instead of an empty space being left behind from the book, a pair of crescent shaped eyes on the other side of the bookcase peep up at you with curiosity. Frightening you at first, you gasp, but soon relax as boisterous laughter erupts from Yuta.

“Geez, you scared the crap outta me, Yuta!”

“Haha, you’re a delicate one aren’t you?”

You groan slightly but let out bubbly, light giggles afterwards at the childish antic and bashfully place the book back into its original resting place, continuing your leisurely walk down the row of books. From the corner of your eye you notice Yuta wearing a bright smile on his lips as he follows you on your mini-conquest. His once irritated eyes now gleamed with affection and interest as you continued to admire the collection.

Your steps come to an abrupt halt after spotting a particular book perched on the highest shelf- ‘that’s the one!’

“I found it, Yuta! Haha, yes! Can I go get it?”

You point towards the shelf with your cutest smile, internally cursing at how easily you had grown accustom to the man’s presence and how excited you let yourself sound.

“Be my guest, princess,” he replied, while bowing his head and placing his hand over his chest, mimicking a butlers gestures.

You teasingly thwack his shoulder and begin tip-toeing to reach the book. Struggling, you decide to recruit the small stool from in front of the desk to help you and with the help of the extra height, you grip the book easily. However, you begin to feel your balance faltering as the stool below you rocks slightly. Your feet try to step off the stool but the rest of your body’s inaccuracy causes you to miscalculate the step as you inevitably fall backwards, book still in hand.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the fall.

When the fall never hits you, you peak one of our eyes open.  A concern-painted Yuta meets your gaze, his lips pushed in a slight ‘o’ shape. His eyes staring right back at you, briefly wondering down to your lips. His strong arms carefully holding your figure mid-air, providing a sense of security.

You blink in shock, the haze of the situation melts and Yuta’s concern eases slightly. You begin to stand up straight with one hand clutching the book to your chest, the other still grasping a bundle of the man’s shirt. He smiles to himself as you don’t back out of his embrace.

“You can let go now, princess.”

Your face reddens with embarrassment as you release your tight grip on his clothing, clearing your throat and mumbling an apology.

“I think I ought to leave…”

‘Oh my gosh… How embarrassing ugh…’

“Haha okay, come here, silly. I gotta check the book out for you first,” he sighs but the charming smile on his face never wavers.

“Tell Marin I’m sorry, I’ll visit her another time, I’m not feeling too well,” You regretfully apologise with your head hanging low, humiliation showing through the hot blush on your face.

Yuta chuckles and nods as he collects the book from you, jogging over to the desk and quickly writing in it. Before you know it, the book is back in your possession with a small piece of paper peeking out the top of it and Yuta is quietly guiding you with one hand gently pushing the small of your back towards the door. Before you leave Yuta  whispers to you with the heat of his breath tickling your ear as you keep your embarrassed expression away from his sight. Although you hadn’t looked you were certain he was wearing that sinful smirk of his.

“Be sure to read it before you come back, princess.”

You merely nod, registering no meaning to his words, and let out a brief ‘thank you’ as you start speed-walking walking home.

-

The sheer embarrassment of the fall had solely occupied your mind on your way home as it painfully replayed for the nth time, distracting you from any of Yuta’s dialogue. Only when you had reached home and shut your front door did your mind dare to think of Yuta and the intent of his last words to you.

Be sure to read it before you come back, princess…

‘What the heck was that about...?’

You reflect on his absurdity as you turn the first page. A slip of paper falls to the floor near your feet, picking it up you notice scribbles of a number and small note: Instead of checking out the book, how ‘bout checking out me over dinner? I didn’t get your name too, princess.  ;)

Yay! Thank you for reading! :) Hope you enjoyed it. Lmao I’m totally gonna change the title later to something more cute. Any thoughts, feedback or kind words are greatly appreciated <3 Have a wonderful week.

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Unexpected Enthusiast | Neighbour!au Chapter 3

Members: Ten/Reader

Genre:  Neighbour!au  | Fluff

Word Count: 2,000

Chapter: 1 2 3

Mini Recap- You’re a manhwa artist locked out of your apartment after grocery shopping. When none of your friends want to help you, fate decides for you to go seek help from your neighbour, Ten. 

The car journey was stifling and oppressing. Its atmosphere been encircling you in a silent and uncomfortable restraint.  The first thing your friend had said to you was “traitor”, claiming that she could sense Ten smiling and waving at you only. You brushed it off claiming you were ‘just neighbours’ and she was being ridiculous -but she wasn’t having it. 

Typical of your best friend to revert back to being a sensitive teen when a man was involved, but you knew she would only be mad temporarily because at the end of the day, she only wanted you to be happy. Although, this fact didn’t alter how she was currently steaming with jealousy.

‘She may be petty sometimes, but she’ll get over it… She never stays mad at me for very long’ you remind yourself with a low chuckle as you revisit all the different times where of your friend’s tendency to exaggerate situations almost caused rifts in the friendship.

You quietly sat in the passenger seat, grocery bags resting at your feet as you twiddle your thumbs. Each passing minute lingering for longer than it should, over welcoming their stay and subsequently ruining your sense of time further. Easing her into conversation wouldn’t be easy but you gave it a shot. Slowly, you reached your hand out and poke her side in an attempt to set off a giggling fit- but she simply swatted your hand away.

“Hey,” you say with slight anxiety in your wavering voice, “You ever heard of the saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together’? And how we’re both cute and hang out constantly..?” 

No reply.

You glance over at the driver’s seat, bullets of sweat beating down your temple. You swear you spot a smile dangerously crack her ‘fuming face’ for a split second.

“Well,” you continue, “that means Ten’s bound to got cute, single friends that I can hook you up with, dude.”

She falters once more and finally admits defeat by half laughing-half sighing to herself. A rush of relief reverberates through your body and a familiar sense of content warms you as you smile in triumph. She removes her mask of annoyance she bounces back to being her usual, enthusiastic self almost immediately.

“Okay, okay, so… What happened over there?” She leans over to you with a curious smirk, only removing her eyes from the road for a second-

 “What did y’all talk about? Fill me in, I want details!”

You let out an amused laugh and shake your head at her antics.

“We just made small talk, honestly. Turns out though,” this time you turn towards the driver’s side, pausing with your cheeks flushed with excitement and slight shyness, “and you won’t believe this, y/f/n! He collects my manhwa!”

“What? That’s crazy, dude! All good for you but isn’t he a grown man with a killer cold personality that could cut steel?” she replies with a hint of suspicion.

“I thought the exact same thing until he started talking and he’s like a puppy...” You pause trying to recall a quote of his...

“Ah, yah... They’re my sister’s, I swear” You shake your hands in the air and imitate Ten’s whine in a teasing manner.

The two of you burst with the sweet sound of giggles and carry on with a make-do catch up conversation for the remainder of the car ride.

-

Five days had lifelessly rolled by as you vigorously worked towards your rapidly-approaching deadline. Typically, the deadline itself was what motivated you to complete your work but this time it was a little different. Instead, a new motivation had won its place at being your number one moral force; Ten.

Occasionally while you drew, your mind wandered slightly and landed on images of Ten’s lovable facial expressions and how they would morph in reaction to the different happenings in your comic’s plot. How captivated his eyes would be when he sees a certain page’s art. How his usually mellow and calm voice would jump a pitch or two when reviewing your work. How he’d bite his bottom lip to show pure delight and interest towards you. All these aspects you had observed from Ten, along with the thought of fellow fans reacting with the same eagerness, made you more than happy to pull all-nighters.

But you weren’t gonna lie, you were exhausted. Not being able to use your own supplies or sleep in your bed; everything was unfamiliar and new, in a bad way. The lack of sleep did have an effect on your health and you were in no place to deny it but you didn���t see the point in trying to rest if you couldn’t, not to mention you had a job to do; so you worked for the majority of the trip away from home.

 Fortunately, as though God had taken a pity upon the growingly large bags under your eyes, an email from your landlord read that your door had been fixed with a traditional key card system which had expenses that would be charged along with your rent at the end of the month and attached was the upcoming bill. Your stomach flips at the figures.

‘Well, looks like sleep will be dinner for next week then,’ you low-key jokingly thought ‘on the bright side though, I can finally sleep in my own bed!’

Setting aside your work for the time being, you decide to pack away any minuscule items you had brought with you to your friend’s and leave her a short text promising to treat her to gelato sometime next month as a thank you.

You left the building hastily with your small amount of belongings in a plastic shopping bag, partly looking forward to catching the old lady shopkeeper on your way home, and partly looking forward to bumping into Ten. The thought of being able to show him what you had worked so hard on over the past few days gave you butterflies.

With the occasional cool breeze running across you skin while you stood waiting at the bus stop; the heavy, groggy feeling of exhaustion steadily started to lift. You stood, simply minding your own business when you notice a car filled with lads zoom by. Thinking nothing of it, you carry on standing innocently by the stop. Yet a strange looming feeling began to haunt you as you noticed the same car drive by not too long after the first spotting.

‘Screw the bus… I should just walk home, it’d be quicker.’ You thought as the suspicious car drove up for a third time, this time with a window rolled down.

“Hey, pretty. You lost, love?” a slimy looking man nodded in your direction.

“No, I’m not sir.” you reply sternly as you attempt to move away, your skin crawling upon feeling the men’s stares.

“Get in the car, honey. We can give you a ride home and some,” Another greasy man hollered with a revolting lust glassing over eyes, 

You blink at him in response, your brain taking a little longer to realise that they were certainly up to no good when offering you ‘a ride home’.

“Aw, come on, you’re cute as hell, girl!”

You curtly decline again, slowly losing your nerves and wanting nothing more than to leap home when suddenly a hand snakes its way onto your shoulder. The grip held you in place with solidity reinforcing each fingertip. Being too frightened to look up and acknowledge the person, you grab your phone and immediately dial the emergency number when the man’s free hand gently pushed your phone away.

“You heard my girlfriend. And you’re definitely not her type so scram, punks.” Ten’s voice finding belonging to the hand on our shoulder sends a rush of relief through your shaken body. His words were sharp and low, followed by deep sighs of annoyance and a chillingly cold smile. Each pause intimidating the boys instantly, sending them away with a few mumbled curses.

The recognisably cold persona Ten had worn was discarded as he moved to face you, his mask of multiple piercings and dark clothing beginning to melt as his eyes wept concern whilst tying to meet yours.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He says with a hint of panic as he bends slightly, “They didn’t hurt you right?”

“No, I’m fine… Hah, I guess the grandma at the market is giving my groceries and I some seriously bad luck, huh? Ha,ha…”

You attempt to joke and brighten Ten’s frowning expression but to no avail he only ‘huffs’ in response to your well-meaning statement. His brows almost meeting as he disapprovingly scowls at your joke.

“Really! Y/n, you really shouldn’t be walking alone on this side of town. What were you even thinking?” Ten’s voice raises, his eyes darkening as his hand on your arm grasps tighter.

Your head drops as you blink quickly, feeling tears welling slightly. You allow your hair to fall while you try to hide your watering eyes.

“I- I had it under control, Ten.”

His grip painfully tightens further causing you to wince slightly. The silence between the two of you is broken by Ten releasing a small gasp of realisation as he hastily removes his hand and stands up right, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” he coughs “Come on, let’s go home.”

With a quick exhale, Ten grabs a hold of your hand and starts walking, keeping a constant pace that was slightly ahead of yours. You keep your head lowered and stay quiet throughout the whole journey. A sense of safety and relief brushes through you as the intense atmosphere dies down. Soon enough Ten slows his pace, suggesting to you that he’s calmed down, allowing you to catch up and walk alongside him.

Admittedly the events leading to this moment were not very pleasant, but holding hands with Ten redeemed your miserable day. The tears still threatened to fall, however, as the ultimate shock of the previous events had begun to shake your weak body.

-

As the apartment complex comes into view, you remove your hand from his hold, ‘not wanting to start rumours among the floor mates’ or not wanting to dampen his hands with your nervous clammed hands, more like. He merely nods in reply. You walk through the doors held open by Ten’s capable and strong arms, the moment you tried to savour now coming to an end.

Reaching your door, you finally look up at Ten.

“Thank you,” you say feeling slightly guiltily for making him mad “I’m sorry for worrying you… I was actually pretty scared back there, but I was just so eager to settle back into my own home, be at my own desk and more importantly, show you my work…”

You smile and sob a little with the tears in your eyes starting up again.

Ten simply smiles with a blush running across his face,

“You’re just like a baby sometimes, you know that?”

 Ten says softly while exhaling and lightly pulling your head to his chest. You stood there for some time with your head buried in his warm chest as he lazily hung an arm across your back and rested his cheek on your soft hair.

 The sweet and gently comforting moment ceased as Ten’s stomach growled and rumbled in hunger, softly vibrating.You pull your head away to meet Ten’s gaze, your eyes slightly puffy but dried of tears. His face fully flushed with an adorable redness of embarrassment.

“I-I’ve been dancing all day, I just had a snack, honestly!” He whines with a cheeky smile.

“Doesn’t sound like it to me... Are you sure I’m the baby?” You slyly chuckle and grasp his wrist, “let’s grab some ingredients, dinner’s on me as a thank you.”

“Ah, are your sure, Y/n? You really don’t have to repay me for back then, really!” He whimpers, his lips left slightly apart.

“C’mon, I can show you the initial designs for the manhwa?”

He sighs in defeat and stops you both, his hand re-finding yours in a warm, tender grasp.

“Okay, okay,” he giggles, “but only if you hold my hand and promise not to go to the old grandma’s shop for today?”

“Deal.”

Thank you for reading this post! What are your thoughts on this story as a whole? Believe it or not, a similar situation happened last Friday :( But my friend did indeed step in and save me so it’s all good! Do let me know if you spot any mistakes or have any tips. <3 

I want to thank my beautiful sister @vleenie ‘cuz she deserves so much love and happiness! She reads my work and gives me great feedback :)

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I'M IN LOVE WITH UNEXPECTED ENTHUSIAST!! I would love if you continue it... plus your writing is so good!!! I'll definitely read all your scenarios for now on!!! 💕

Hi!! Thank you so much for enjoying it!! I’ll do my best 👍🏼👍🏼 I’m looking forward to keeping up with u, chittapoems 🌸💖🌷

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Hi wow I really like all of your scenarios so far!! If you could please continue unexpected enthusiast I really like it❤️❤️. Keep up the good work 😄😄.

Hi anon! I totally will carry Unexpected Enthusiast on!! I’m so pumped to get home and start :D And thank you so much for enjoying my stuff, I hope you like future posts too! 🌸💖🌷

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Please do continue expected enthusiast!! Its really good and ten is the cutest and most precious thing ever! I need to see more of ten x neighbor

Hi anon! ☺️ Thank you so much for reading my scenarios and enjoying them enough to talk to me haha. You’re a star! I think I’ll have to carry on, I really loved writing Unexpected Enthusiast!! Ten is TOTALLY adorbs. 🌸🌹🌷

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Unexpected Enthusiast | Neighbour!au Chapter 2

Members: Ten/Reader 

Genre:  Neighbour!au  | Fluff

Word Count: 2,000

Chapter: 1 2 3

Mini Recap- You’re a manhwa artist locked out of your apartment after grocery shopping. When none of your friends want to help you, fate decides for you to go seek help from your neighbour, Ten. 

As much as you wanted to decline his offer, you knew that the ice cream you just bought would inevitably melt and no longer be the same glorious confection that it used to if you were not to let Ten take your shopping. And with that, you were convinced –

‘Perhaps this is for the best..? I’ll just double check no one else is available…’

You rapid-fire-text your best friend to win her over and get her to help you out instead of your neighbour.

-

You, 16:13 PM

Yo, Ten’s helping me out with my groceries. A COMPLETE stranger is being a better friend than you, man. Step up ya game 😏

You, 16:13 PM

I’m safe by the way, thanks for asking…

A+ Amigo, 16:13 PM

Y/n???? who tf is Ten?? 😮😮😮

You, 16:14 PM

You know that dude you passed by when you visited last Tuesday? The one you called ‘super duper cute’? Yeah, him. MY neighbour.

A+Amigo, 16:14 PM

HoLY Cow!! Bro, if I come pick you up… promise to introduce me??

You, 16:14 PM

Hahaha, I knew you’d pull through 😘

A+ Amigo, 16:14 PM

I’m on my way y/n’s cute neighbour!

-

‘Wow…So much for being busy, huh? Such a snake haha,’ you mentally roll your eyes at how your friend was easily swayed into helping you as soon as an attractive male was involved.

Somewhat hesitantly you step into his familiarly constructed apartment and take off your shoes at the doorway. Looking around, the layout was similar enough to your flat next door: a simple bathroom to the right, an open space studio and kitchenette tucked into the far left beside the veranda. However, this flat was personalised and furbished completely differently to your minimalistic, light focused flat. Instead, Ten’s walls were the complete opposite: painted black with one entire side shielded by a large mirror and a hi-fi set strategically placed against it. His home screamed dancer and swag. The studio barely had any litter or long forgotten laundry that boys his age would usually have, totally throwing you off guard even more.

‘How strange..?’

The flat was tastefully peppered with red features and decor, such as burgundy shelves pent up above his crimson sofa and a red bookshelf alongside it to match.

Ten was now kneeling in front of his fridge, carefully clearing space for some of your groceries while flowing into idle, easily-flowing conversation.

“So what are you gonna do now that the landlord is temporarily away? Have you found a place to stay yet?”

“Yeah, luckily a friend gave in and said she’d pick me up in a bit,” you explain as you continue to aimlessly looked out of his studio window.

Ten turns his head temporarily revealing a glimpse of his slightly saddened, puppy-eyed expression but quickly returns to his task thinking that you hadn’t noticed.

“Honestly though, you must think it’s pathetic that a grown woman can barely remember her own key code.” You bitterly chuckle at yourself under your breath.

Your eyelids flutter shut with internal frustration and disappointment. Never had you been so forgetful in all your years of life.

 It was embarrassing.

 The recent move completely changed you. Despite the freedom thrust upon you, the liberty you had once wished for finally being granted right before you, you now wanted nothing more than to be semi-dependent on someone. Not fully leaning on a person, just faintly - or at least enough to know that you weren’t alone in the new city.

“I just haven’t been able to fully settle and feel comfortable after moving out here on my own…”

You sigh as a gloominess begins to engulf you while you stand awkwardly in the middle of his flat.

“No!” Ten exclaims as he rises from the fridge, shutting its door as he did so. “That’s such a brave move on your part! Do you remember when I asked if you needed help moving your boxes up the stairs on that day the elevator stopped working?”

You nod and smile at the strangely fond memory. Never had you felt your thigh muscles burn so much.

“And you immediately shot me down! Said it was your ‘duty’ to do this alone?,” he continues, air quoting as he strides towards you.

“And honestly, I’ve never been rejected so fast. And with such an unusual reason too! And it showed to me that you really were a strong, independent woman,” He exaggeratedly Z-line snaps. 

“I did find your multiple trips up the stairs extremely entertaining and endearing too,” Ten nudges you and winks.

You shake your head and shine a small smile as the memory replays and internally cheers you up.

He smiles in satisfaction.

“Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll only be a minute with the coffee,” he says while gesturing to his comfortable looking couch. Your attempts at being a helpful guest were quickly dismissed, you merely nod and continue to project your small smile of gratitude towards his generous words.

Continuing your observations regarding his interior design, your eyes land upon his bookshelf and you notice some very familiar books. Almost half of the romantic comedy manhwas that you had worked so hard to produce over the course of three years were perfectly lined up in order on your college student neighbour’s book shelf.

You inwardly gasp and begin to giggle at how a grown man could be such a fan of your teen manhwa and curiously raise a brow.

‘So this was how he was able to flirt so easily without being flustered, he must have picked up some lines from my comic haha…’ You thought.

Not soon after, Ten arrives with two mugs of steaming, warm, golden coffee and sets them in front of you on the table. He quickly notices the comic you’ve picked up and is easily tinted a shade of embarrassment. He -almost- instinctively throws his hands out along with multiple whiny requests for you to give it back, only to have you react by pulling the book out of his reach and laugh.

“Haha! Alright! Alright…”You slow down the hectic moment,  

“Do tell me, Ten… Why does a grown man, such as yourself, have a collection of romantic comedy manwhas?” you breathlessly say as the two of you finally calm down after a short game of ‘grab the book’.

He knows he’s been caught and with an exaggerated sigh he complies and explains himself.

“Ah, they’re not mine I swear,” he scratches the back of his neck while shaking the other free hand in the air in a denying manner  “my sister left them while visiting so I thought I’d tidy them”.

A small, silent pause embraces the two of you… You quickly break it by drumming on your lap vigorously, mimicking a drum roll.

“And the most unconvincing story of 2017 goes to… Ten!” you exclaim in your best announcer voice, laughing at his cute bashful side that was being unveiled right before you. The man before you no longer seemed so overly confident and indifferent, he was flustered and glowed a heartwarming pink flush. A complete polar opposite.

“If your sister really did leave them, a book or two would have been believable, but she definitely wouldn’t have left an entire series that was large enough to fit in 2 boxes,” you explain.

He lowers his rose tinted face in defeat and chuckles along with your point.

“Okay, you got me,” he exaggeratedly whimpers “but what I said was partially true! She did visit and leave a few volumes, I was gonna throw them out but the art was so pretty and unique. I was drawn to read them! The character design is perfectly tailored to each character’s traits and the background art is so detailed and unlike any other artists work that I’ve come across. It was difficult to put the books down and lead to me purchase a few more and before I knew it, I had almost half of the series! I really recommend it, y/n!” He beams despite his red cheeks and ears.

You sat there slightly blank and dumbfounded by his kind words. That totally wasn’t what you expected. Usually when people complimented your artwork, you’d immediately argue that it definitely lacked in some areas and could totally improve. Your self-depreciation would often prevent you from truly seeing eye-to-eye with your publisher and fans, causing a lot of release date delays and unhappy teens. However, when Ten gave you his honest opinion on your work you couldn’t help but feel gushy and warm on the inside, his sincere and animated words gave you pride and a deep sense of happiness.

His comments were somehow different.

The genuine and thoughtful words burned their rightful mark into your memory, forever embellishing themselves in your mind.

“Thank you,” you say in a small voice as a blush similar to the young man’s grazes your cheeks.

“What? Haha, you want to borrow one?” He chortles with a hint of confusion in his voice.

You simply hold the book up and point to the artist’s name, your name.

His eyes widen in surprise, he covers his mouth and notably resembles a deer caught in headlights. 

‘How is he so cute?’ You think to yourself.

Ten’s emotions go through a rapid melt of confusion, surprise and utter glee. The man now gleamed with joy and admiration. Ten takes a seat beside you while effortlessly grasping your small hands in his own large, strong and sturdy ones.

An instant feeling of protection, safety and content surge through you at his affectionate skin-ship. He leans a bit closer, excitement pouring out of his every word.

“No way! Tell me, please, does Jae Min end up with David- No! Does Yoo In come back from her spy mission in Japan? Or is she really dead? Ah, don’t tell me! It’ll spoil the surprise,” he concludes with a pout.

“…Or tell me if you want?” He later contradicts in a quiet voice.

You inwardly snicker at his twinkling, child-like expression. To reply to his questions, you merely wiggle your brows to the best of your ability and say:

“A mystery’s a mystery, and girl’s gotta keep some secrets… Buuuut, Yoo In is alive” you whisper ever so slightly in his direction.

You wink, beam a broad, beautiful smile and decide to leave it at that.

‘Hopefully that’ll keep him intrigued for at least another three volumes,’ you laugh to yourself.

Ten comes to his senses, remembering that the two of you had only just formally met half an hour ago. He removes his hands with a minor jump and instead clasps them in front of his chest. Acting melodramatically, he nods whilst still wearing his adorable pout, as if already coming to terms with your statement.

“I knew you wouldn’t let her die, y/n,” he softly sends an angelic smile to you.

“Hey, how about this, if I ever get to open my door, I’ll let you have a sneak peek at the next volume, sounds good?” You attempt to enhance his bright mood and also return the enormous favour that Ten had done you. Not only had he welcomed you into his home and saved your ice-cream, but he essentially helped you quick-start your self-confidence in a way no one else ever had.

Ten had easily proven to you to not judge a book by its cover; a man once so chic and cold looking had a compellingly delicate, angelic and excitable personality within him that was easily uncovered with a bit of encouragement. And to top it all off, he was apparently skilled in the arts of dancing and acting, but to you, that didn't matter too much, because to you, he was in fact the walking art-piece.

He shone you one of his brightest, pearliest smile and eagerly nodded in reply to your offer.

Ring. Ring…

Your phone slices through the light atmosphere and forces you to answer. Your friend had impeccable timing and was ready in the lobby to pick you up. After hanging up you sigh and turn towards Ten, informing him that your friend had arrived much to your dismay. The events thereafter the phone call flashed before your eyes as time began to seem inconstant.

Ten helps you gather your belongings and leads you down to the lobby. You edge out of the elevator, reluctantly furthering yourself away from such a sparkling and kind-hearted being.

The two of you part with alike smiles containing a hint of sorrow. The two of you truly matching one another’s current inner emotions.

You were totally oblivious to the fact that you’d bound to be back in less than a week, after all, you did live next door…

As the car door shut, Ten waves and quietly laughs to himself at the situation he got caught up in and with no one other than one of his favourite artists, and one with such an endearing and appealing personality at that.

“See ya ‘round, neighbour.”

Thank you for reading this! <3 What did you think? I found this really lovely to write and had lots of fun. Should I continue the scenario and see where Ten and his neighbour end up? ^^ Don’t mind any grammar mistakes, I’m on my way to proof reading it again for the 5th time haha

Edit: Another chapter of this series will be added soon! Thank you to all the people who sent in support and kind words towards this series. <3

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Unexpected Enthusiast | Neighbour!au Chapter 1

Members: Ten/Reader 

Genre:  Neighbour!au  | Fluff

Word Count: 1,100

Chapter: 1 2 3

The empty hallway of your apartment complex echoed your exasperated sighs as you sunk down against your apartment door meeting the level of the grocery bags you had just put down not long ago, the chilling metallic barrier sending shivers down your spine. This was the third time this month that you’d forgotten your access key code and this time the landlord was on holiday and definitely couldn’t help you reset it… Shoveling through your purse you grab your phone and attempt to call your friends asking if they could help, to which all of them replied with some variation of a sorrowful decline.

Wonderful.

To add to your already stressful situation, the ominous deadline for your manhwa held your mind in its clutches, submerging your brain in a heavy feeling of guilt as you had been procrastinating the entire day. You shake your head of such thoughts and decide that sitting on the floor will do no good, your spring up on your feet, dust off your clothes and begin retrying your code.

What this moment needed was a hero – one similar to the one in your manhwa, Han Jae Min. A clever and intellectual hero that was able to crack your door’s code, a strong and powerful hero that could burst open the door for you, a hero rich enough to buy you a whole new door, heck, a new apartment!

-

Alas, no such hero came to your rescue because surely, no such hero truly existed. You grimace and scrunch your face in dissatisfaction.

 The familiar silence that once surrounded your lonesome figure was swiftly replaced by the elevator ding and confident footsteps. Looking up, you lock eyes with your strikingly fine neighbour who was returning from his mail box downstairs, as made apparent by the small handful of envelopes held under his arm.

He wasn’t particularly tall, more average in terms of height and yet his presence was clearly made apparent without fail. His gaze almost always seemed outgoing and contained a glint of confidence that could easily have women swooning and crowds of men flocking to view such a rare, charismatic existence.

Today seemed to be a lazy day for him, however, as he was sporting basketball shorts with a simple white t-shirt that clung to his lean figure seamlessly well. Quite the contrast to what the man frequently wore out in public whenever you’d spot him at the nearby park or super-market. His outfit was usually entirely comprised of black garments and purposeful rips and tears paired with shades, a cap and his infamous multiple of ear piercings. But without the hat today, his slightly tousled dark hair proved he had clearly been in bed till at least mid-afternoon and his once many piercings were now gone leaving behind the small reminiscence of holes where they could usually be spotted. Yet all of these seemingly unkempt components harmoniously complimented his deeply gentle eyes and slim, smooth face that you could clearly see without his sunglasses. He flashed you a charmingly quick smile as he began to punch his door’s code in.

You hadn’t spoken much with the man beyond the exchange of polite “hellos” and “good evenings”, and yet he seemed fairly friendly and well-mannered. The old lady living across the hall brought him up once or twice during her ‘gossip sessions’ and exclaimed how he was an excellent dancer which was why he regularly played loud music. You often had to strain your ears to hear his music on an evening, however.

The emotions he felt during the day were portrayed clearly through his playlist for the evening and you found his taste quite captivating. On the extremely rare occasion, heavy bass would beat through the walls separating you and it was as if the beat was lightly pounding at your heart. Other times it would be a humming whisper of a song that you could fall asleep to, never mind dancing to (which you presumed he did).

You courteously smile back in his direction and turn your head the opposite direction mainly to avoid his eyes from spotting your developing blush and also to mind his privacy.

As you hear his door shut you close your eyes, let out the breath you had unintentionally kept as your hand rested on your chest in attempt to sooth your beating heart. You slowly turn to resume your attempts at the impossible code when you attention is caught by a basic envelope being nestled just below your door frame. Picking it up, you read the recipient’s name, Mr. Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.

‘Wow, what a beautiful name, but it’s a hell of a mouthful… I guess it’s best to return this before I look shady and have the old lady gossiping about me’ you humorously thought to yourself.

Briskly walking towards his door you give it a few solid knocks and wait patiently, ‘I hope I don’t seem creepy… Snap! I should just put it under his door or in his mail bo-‘

Mid-thought the door swung open with your beaming neighbour on the other side. However, upon noticing you his smile falters slightly and shows signs of concern and interest.

“Errr… Hi I’m y/n, your neighbour,” you say with a meek smile and slight awkwardness “you dropped this just now Mr. Chitta…” You clearly struggle with pronouncing his name without sounding a fool and immediately regret trying to be so professional.

A low chuckle is heard as he collect the letter from you.

“You can call me Ten, nice to finally formally meet you,” he playfully exclaims “how come your bags are on the floor? Have you been standing out there waiting for me?” He leans an arm on the door frame and bends down slightly to your height.

Slightly taken aback you stutter,

“N-no, I’m locked out,” You drop your head and pause, trying to wisely choose your words and avoid as much embarrassment as possible as Ten tilts his head in curiosity as to how you could be locked out of your own apartment.

“I forgot my passcode” You finally sigh in a small, defeated voice.

A light silence hovers over the two of you, you look up to find Ten covering his mouth, barely being able to hold his laughter any longer. His eyes the shape of delighted crescents and the expression lines on his face show pure amusement. Once you had made eye contact he immediately begins laughing and your frown fades. You can’t help yourself and merely smile at the humour of your situation along with Ten. The pair of you looking absurd stud under his doorway giggling like little children after the high.

As the laughter dies down Ten combs his hand through his hair and asks you to step aside, he quickly rounds up your shopping in his sturdy arms and brings them into his apartment.“Errr, Ten? What are you doing with my groceries..?” “I’m putting them in my fridge so they don’t spoil while we figure out what to do with your situation, obviously,” he says matter-of-factly as you roll your eyes slightly “come in for a minute, I’ll make us a coffee.”

A/N: If you enjoyed reading and have time to spare, please drop me some feedback? Any constructive feedback is very much appreciated :) If I made any mistakes or something is wrong please tell me, I’ve yet to properly proof-read this chapter <3 Next chapter will be out soon, much more stuff’ll happen :D Good luck to all students receiving their results tomorrow x

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Magnetic Field of Attraction | Childhood Friend!au

Members: Taeyong/Reader (features other members)

Genre:  Childhood friend gone bad boy!au | Fluff

Word Count: 1,500

Image originally posted by soompi :)

Over sympathising with inanimate objects was an idea you were all too familiar with; the thought of throwing away your broken jewellery and piles of fashion magazines was unbearable. Others would have very little attachment for unusable accessories and out of date articles, yet oddly enough you found that with each crinkled page and rusted bangle there was a collection of memories stored in each groove and scratch. That magazine you bought three months ago was born of sweat, tears and hard work; writers who contributed to its contents must have stayed up countless nights in order to provide such fluidity in their articles. Not to mention the poor printing machines that must have had a hectic schedule in order to manufacture such colourful pages. Fully aware of your eccentric coaxes you still managed to convince yourself that throwing- no, giving, the items away to the recycling centre was for the best. Especially considering the fact that among the ominously growing medley of grey scented papers and anciently ruddy rings was your four page essay on whether the benefits of university outweigh its initial cost, which, was ‘fortuitously’ due the morning after.

After sorrowfully cramming away unnecessary, recyclable and ferrous litter into a large cardboard box you wearily sighed and glanced at the simplistic wall clock above you.

3:40pm

‘Oh sugar, 20 minutes to sprint my ass on over to the recycling centre or I’m done for’

you thought as you crouched down behind the box and laced your arms around its smooth exterior. With another spent sigh you managed to heave the box up, half of it leaning against your hips and stomach the other half being supported by your capable arms.

Your hasty approach towards the recycling centre was rather pleasant with the sky seeming like a hazy confusion between the lingering orange cast set by the digressing sun and the imminently lurking darkness of the cool night sky. The regular chirping of nearby birds and the often rolling engine of a passing car were complimentary and merely added to the pleasant atmosphere of the tranquil walk. With each step you found the heaviness of guilt in your heart began to lighten and that your box had gotten slightly lighter.

A strange combination of deep giggles and the movement of heavy machinery caught you off guard as instantaneously a tarnished bangle from within your box glided past you. You looked down to find some of the box’s contents to be shaking and moving ever so slightly, then with a swoop another one of you metal items soared past you, this time almost catching your nose.

In astonishment you immediately dropped the box with a frightened yelp and leaped back out of the dangerous box’s way.

“Am I being punished for nearly throwing you guys away? I really didn’t want to, I swear!”

You stomped and yelled to no living person in particular, but rather the box of rubbish laying in front of you. Certainly any bystanders would agree that this was a clear sign of insanity.

A collective holler of laughter burst out and broke through the loud machinery buzz. With fury coursing through your veins, you shot your head to the direction in which the items flew and boyish sounds were being emitted from, determined to find the culprits and ensure they got a solid taste of retribution. You automatically locked eyes with a young boy with strikingly distressed white hair, bright red leather trousers and a worn-out looking denim vest with missing sleeves whom was surrounded by a group of six boys similar in age and obnoxious fashion taste. Each sporting their own version of an amused grin or proud coy smirk.

In mere seconds the lean boy with startlingly white hair wiped his playful grin away with an inaudible gasp. His once intimidating stance consisting of folded arms and one leg leaning against a pile of metal scrap and was quickly defeated.

The white haired boy snapped towards his overly-excited friend whom also had vivid hair colours of orange and deep maroon. Being sat in the crane and the main reason for such a prank must have made him distracted from the growing tension. The distance between you and the droning noise of the robust machine rendered it difficult to decipher what exactly the leader had barked towards the inattentive orange haired boy, yet whatever was said to the boy had instantly worked as he complied and shut off the heavy-duty mass of metal.

Your box stopped with its rattling and the deafening mechanical hum had ceased. In return it sparked a perfect opportunity for you to mercilessly march towards the pack while the majority of them transferred their focus to the white haired boy sending him confused and questioning looks.

Not once did your eyes drift away from the presumed leader; who upon closer inspection was surprisingly handsome and had a sharp jawline and a pair of penetratingly deep, dark brown eyes.

‘No way in Seven Hells is this divinely handsome boy gonna get away with that stunt,’ you mentally vowed as you clenched your fists in pure irritation.

Each looming step towards him caused your feet to unintentionally drag clouds of dusty brown dirt into the air of your wake.

“H-hey! Do you even know who we are?!” A boy with dark hair from behind yelled.

 Agreeing grunts left his comrades’ lips. The closer you got to the leader the more alert they had all become- some beginning to stand and push themselves out of their relaxed position.

Regardless, you paid them little attention and allowed your mind to piece together a strong string of insults that could be thrown against the overly confident group of chums during the oncoming argument that you were about to start.

‘This is gonna be good,’ you cunningly smirked to yourself.

Everyone’s eyes were set on you, oppressing and suffocating. Before you knew it low whispering surrounded the two of you. The leader had long unfolded his arms and attentively stared you down with his burning gaze, if it weren’t for your equally as scolding stare, you could’ve sworn each point of interest his eyes landed on began to smoke. His lips that were once pressed into a thin line had now replenished and become plush and slightly parted pink lips almost as if slightly shocked by something.

Once you had steadily reached the juvenile, you stood less than a foot or two ahead of him of him. The two of you locked eyes and you began to muster  your most menacing pose and facial expression and blisteringly studied his familiarly angular features in silence. Staring him down in hopes of somewhat intimidating him. Tension built rapidly and the atmosphere surrounding you had grown dense with the heaviness of infuriating emotion until suddenly the realization hit you. His face possessed small grooves and scratches that were easily recognizable even in some of the darkest corners of your mind. The purposeful positioning of each mark could only suggest one individual. A person you had lost contact with for a long time, whom you had held extremely dearly to your heart.

The small scar next to his right eye was a product of his constant scratching of an eczema patch; the root of his babyish whining and complaints he regularly vented to you.

The sun spot he had on the rim of his bottom lip was a permanent reminder of the long and exhausting day at the beach you had spent together. He had insisted it was a “beauty mark.”

His once small, button-like nose had grown and matured along with all his other physical characteristics; his tall bridge indicated to you that you wouldn’t be able to pinch at it so easily as you used to and giggle “I got your nose”.

Oh, how times have changed and shaped this young man before you, only hoping that you too had grown and changed along with him. You often yearned to find out his whereabouts and how he was doing in his new city; yet circumstances prevented you from reconnecting and thus the two of you were no longer in contact.

You felt your eyes begin to brim with tears as a surge of memories overwhelmed you.

“Taeyongie…?”

Moments shared with this animated boy were those of much more value than all of the items in your forgotten box of clutter combined.

The group behind you had hushed their snickers and whispered remarks. A glare sharp enough to cut with was rapidly shot at them by their leader and they all spontaneously had something else ‘important’ to do, and inevitably had to disperse .

Tae was quick to turn and pay his attention to you. He tsked in response to your low and uncertain voice. Then, with the same charming smile that he had possessed since long ago, that had certainly not tarnished one bit, he spoke his most gentle and first words to you in years-

“Took you long enough.”

He opened his arms out to you and with little restraint you complied and sprung into his embrace, safety and warmth graced your petite body as you entwined your arms around his thin waist. The smile you had been desperately concealing finally broke of its limitations and the two of you stood there in each other’s arms, basking in the comforting silence.

“What can I say,” you whispered against his chest “the magnetic field of attraction is just too strong”.

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Falling Petal | Sporty!au

Members: Jaehyun/Reader

Genre: Sporty!au | Fluff

Word Count: 1,300

Small use of mild language!

Photo originally posted by taesyong :)

Dusk rolled in along with orange and pink tinted clouds; slowly dragging cool frequent breezes into the air as the sun began its decent beyond the horizon albeit your swift movements across the faded basketball court were not at all effected by the change in weather.

You paid little attention to the distant sounds of children playing nearby and the almost silent roar of car engines on the road, your soul focus being on the rim of the basket and the ball in your hand. You squinted your eyes slightly and readied your body for the shoot. With the combination of an agile leap and controlled throw, you scored.

Despite the minor victory a thought quickly plagued your mind as you went to retrieve the ball.

‘We must apologise, Miss. As a collective group, the coach and team have discovered that your skills are deteriorating -’

Bitter. All you could taste and feel was bitter. If only they knew how many late nights you spent on the court, how many twisted ankles and bandaged fingers you had to withstand in order to even join the team you played for. Well, used to play for. You brushed away the lone tear and the smothering thoughts once again.

You assumed position, bracing for another lonely game when a voice called

“Mind if I join?”

Surprised by the unfamiliar voice from behind, you turned on your heels only to be greeted by a tall boy around your age in black basketball shorts and a grey hoody. He wore a devilishly sweet smile and crescent shaped eyes.

‘Cute’ was all you could think of upon first glance, his slow approach quickly reminded you to answer.

“Of course not, you play often?” you chimed as you bounce pass the ball towards him unexpectedly. His awareness not faltering as he gracefully caught the ball,

“Once in a while, but you’d be surprised by my skill.” he replied following with a hollow, deep chuckle.

You chortled in return and snapped into competition mode. The two of you took your places on the court, you at the free-throw line and he in front of you to your right side.

The stranger peeled back his hood, unveiling soft, divine, chocolatey hair which complimented his handsome features. He laid out his slender hand for you to shake.

“Jaehyun.”

You quickly replied with your name and shook his hand hastily with a smile.

“I won’t go easy on you just because you’re handsome, you know” you joked.

Taking a sharp intake of breath you stunted to the left making Jaehyun fall for your decoy and then immediately pivoted to the right and shot. Score.

A satisfied sigh escaped your lips while Jaehyun half-heartedly jogged to grab the ball.

“Yahh… No fair, I totally didn’t know we were starting” he said with a pout.

“Haha ok, my bad.” You found yourself smiling at his adorable reasoning as you automatically paced to his prior defence position as he played offence.

The two of you had resumed and Jaehyun was quick to catch onto your reach patterns and effortlessly avoided your attempted steals. In what seemed like a blink of an eye Jaehyun’s nibble movements resulted in a clear shot after you had fallen for his previous faux-shot.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

You were unsure as to whether you were foolish for doubting him or that your fatigue was beginning to take a toll on your game play. Regardless you realised that this guy was more than fully capable of playing for an official team.

The boy turned around and slowly walked towards you, ball in hand with a sly smirk,

“Told you you’d be surprised by my skill… There’s more where that came from.”

He remarked, slightly panting and sent a quick wink in your direction. All of your haunting thoughts of failure and rejection had seemingly drifted away. His impeccably timed expressions and jokes lightened your melancholy heart. Each passing second you spent with him slowly broke down your pent up walls of negative emotions; it was as if he carried an aura of positivity and good vibes around him and those in close proximity were almost destined to fall victim to a dream like state of pure bliss and delight.

You jokingly rolled your eyes and harmlessly punched his arm. He bent on his side slightly and dramatically feigned injury as you lunged for the ball. As if expecting your cheeky response he withdrew his arm high into the air, much too high up for you to reach. That fact did not stop you from tip-toeing and jumping up to seize the ball. The two of you played your own game that may as well have been called ‘Try to grab the ball, Shorty’ for a little while. Time had not been on your side as the sunlight had delicately faded into moonlight and the once orange-tinged sky now was a dark ocean of navy blues and small yet bright stars.

You shared giggles, laughter and pants of exhaustion with him during this childish endeavour until suddenly you tripped over your own two feet. You came into contact with a soft material and hastily clung to it as you uncontrollably cascaded onto the floor. The sounds of laughter and entertainment immediately halted.

With a thump you had fallen along with another body, Jaehyun’s.

Your torso resting on his, his strong arms tightly held around your waist, though having experienced a dangerous fall, ironically you had never felt so safe in someone’s embrace up till now. The once so sought-after basketball had long rolled away down onto to the grass patch with little concern towards it.

“Ahh, shit. My head…” he expressed.

You slowly lifted your head, meeting with his deep brown-hazel eyes. The close encounter surely set your cheeks ablaze in a shade of embarrassment. You jumped up off of Jaehyun’s warm body as if he were a fragile baby bird just fallen of its nest, afraid the extra weight of another human being may add to his pain.

“Jae, I’m so sorry- oh gosh, are you ok?” you questioned as you extended your calloused hand for him to grip. You heaved him up as he gently stroked the back of his head.

“Mhm n- hey wait, what’d you call me?”

Your lips formed a slight o as you realised you had accidently given the boy a new nickname.

“You should call me that more often,” he smiled “how about I call you petal?”

You were taken aback by the rapidly devolving friendship,

“Why petal?”

To which he matter-of-factly replied,

“Because it’s safe to say that you have fallen for me of course”.

The boy’s quick wit was commendable yet all you could do was roll in amusement. An uproar of laughter surrounded the two of you again partially because of sheer embarrassment and partially due to the pure enjoyment of each other’s company.

Only after the laughter died down did you think of looking at your watch. Being with Jaehyun really sped up time and relieved you of your worries. For once a game of basketball wasn’t stressful and suffocating. Perhaps you and the team were meant to split and lead different paths of life?

Despite the late hours that had crept upon you two, you had a strong desire to stay in Jaehyun’s company.

“Jae? I’m sorry for making you fall, how ‘bout I treat you to some coffee-I mean- that is, if you’re free…if not, it’s totally cool. We can like-”

Your seemingly endless rambling was cut short by the sweet sound of Jaehyun’s laughter greeting your ears once again.

“Haha, I’m free. Let’s go, petal?”

A/N: If you enjoyed reading and have time to spare, please drop me some feedback? This is my first time writing a scenario so any constructive feedback is very much appreciated :) If I made any mistakes please tell me in my ask box <3