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(𐙚⋆.˚) lily of the valley

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [na kamden x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 5k w. curse words! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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hold time tightly in my heart and live you who have grown in past years

the sun peeked through your curtains ever so gently, as if nature wanted you to finally wake up. the air conditioning kept the morning cool even in the hottest of days, giving you the perfect excuse to use your boyfriend as the portable heater he was.

you became aware of your surroundings as you stirred awake, kamden’s arms secured around your torso as he held you against him even in his sleep. he was always the most gentle with you, treating you like you were made out of the softest of porcelains and would break with one sudden, rough move.

it was in his nature to take care of you. something rooted so deeply in the foundations of his soul that he could never ignore it, even when he was lost in a dreamland where — to no one’s surprise — he found you as well. that's why he held you close and heated you up even when he complained about you setting the aircon so low, having him freeze his ass off every night just because you couldn’t handle heat.

in the midst of regaining consciousness you could feel the way that kamden’s head rested against your chest, his nose buried on your skin. he had done that ever since the first time you spent the night together, putting the excuse that your natural scent was one he loved.

your hands found their way around him, cradling his head in a position perfect to give you access to tangle your fingers on the strands of his soft brown hair. you scratched his scalp ever so gently, sleepily attempting to let some of your undying affection for him show. the boy moved subtly, shifting awake and immediately tightening his hold on you. his head tilted just enough to allow him to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, right before his breath tickled your skin as he spoke.

“morning, angel,” his sleepy, hoarse voice sounded straight out of heaven and pulled your very first smile of the day.

“good morning, kammy,” you muttered, not yet opening your eyes as sleep still had its hold on you. “happy anniversary.”

you could feel the ghost of his smile on your skin when he spoke. “happy best four years of my life.”

your heart melted with affection when he moved enough to let his face be in front of yours, greeting your freshly opened eyes with the sight of his sleepy smile.

you returned the gesture before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose and hold him even closer. a small, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest at the action right before he mirrored it.

“i have so many gifts for you,” you said excitedly as you looked at his beautiful face.

“do you?” he asked, his mood not yet matching your enthusiasm as he slowly blinked away the sleep from his brown eyes.

“hmh, i’ve been waiting to give them to you,” you nodded happily, your hands still running through the strands of his hair.

“i have gifts for you too, baby,” he smiled, his chest swelling with affection. you had always loved giving and receiving gifts, it being clearly your favorite part of any type of celebration.

it wasn't the materialistic tendencies that appealed to you, but the way in which kamden’s eyes lit up every time he opened one of the things you had so thoughtfully gotten him and wrapped. and well, also the way your boyfriend always knew exactly what to get you.

“i can almost feel you vibrating with how much you want to go get them right now,” he smiled, your emotions always so evidently on display for him.

“we can come back to bed later?” you asked, a bright smile on your own face.

“just five more minutes?” he asked in exchange. he wanted to spend the rest of his life just tangled up with you under the sheets, feeling the way your bodies fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

“okay, i can wait,” you mumbled before leaning in to kiss him gently.

“good,” he mumbled over your lips before holding you closer and attaching his face to your neck again, leaving soft kisses on the skin there.

your fourth anniversary with kamden was spent at home, so tangled up in each other and your love that nothing could ever tint the memory of it.

today, thickened into my flower thanks to you kamden was on his last straw.

his day had been probably part of the top ten worst days of his life, and it was just getting worse by the second.

from waking up away from you because he had to stay and make sure a very drunk mackiah didn’t choke to death with his own vomit after his dramatic break up on a sunday night, to getting caught on the first rain of the year while he walked to work to deal with the most annoying customers he had ever met, to having to go back to an empty house because you worked overtime that day.

he was wondering what the fuck he had ever done to deserve that type of karma when he opened the door of your shared apartment with a heavy sigh, dropping his keys on the table by the door as he kicked of his shoes. however, the smell of food filled his nostrils and the sound of soft music in the background caught his attention instead.

“yn?” he called out, standing up right and slowly walking towards the kitchen, where he caught you dancing around the kitchen as you cooked.

your attention moved towards him, a smile making its way into your face the moment your eyes found his.

“hey baby,” you spoke happily, walking towards him and pecking his lips softly. “i tried to reach you on your phone, everything okay?” kamden let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “my phone died because mackiah didn’t have a charger.”

you nodded in understanding, placing the spoon on the counter and shrugging off your apron before wrapping your arms around his middle. “off day?”

he sighed again and hugged you back, relishing on the feeling of finally being in your arms after the long day he had. “the worst.”

instead of prying what had happened out of him, you held him a little tighter in your arms. “i’m sorry to hear that, my love.”

“it’s okay, i’m better now,” he assured, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling. the coconut scent of your shampoo immediately calming his body down.

it didn’t take long until you both sat on the dinner table, a plate of his favorite soup in front of each of you as he ranted annoyedly. “and he was so sad, like actually sobbing his heart out while he was throwing back shots that seungmo kept giving him even when i told him to stop. so obviously, i was the one that had to stay to make sure he didn’t fucking choke and i was caught on the rain when i went to work, the girl that asked for private classes kept trying to flirt with me even when i told her i have a girlfriend and then she actually cried when i politely asked her to back off.”

you looked at him with soft eyes, wishing you could just erase the horrible day your boyfriend had had of existence and replace it with nothing but happy memories.

“i’m sorry, that sounds like an awful day,” you said, reaching to hold his hand over the table. “may i interest you in an adam sandler movie and cuddles for the rest of the night?”

as you spoke, his chest swelled with affection, because even when his days were awful, you were there to make his nights better.

my love is a flower in your hands our time

“na kamden i swear to god,” you exclaimed loudly, amusement evident in your voice as you held up a spoon in his direction menacingly.

“what are you going to do, smack me?” he asked, looking at you daringly as he approached you, a fistfull of flour in his hand.

“i will, and you know that,” you laughed, swatting the spoon around as you backed up further into the kitchen.

just then, your back hit the fridge and your menace of a boyfriend saw the perfect chance to sprinkle the flower right on top of your head. you let out a shriek at his actions, closing your eyes to avoid getting flour in them as you hit his arm repeatedly until you got him to back away.

“you bitch!” you cried out, not being able to contain the smile on your face as you shook the flour off of your hair.

“come on, i know you have to wash your hair tonight anyways,” he laughed, finding the sight of you covered in flour all too amusing.

“you’re so annoying,” you laughed, moving to grab a fistful of flour and charging at him, following around the small kitchen until you had the chance to catch up to him and throw the powder in his hair. “payback.”

“you little menace,” kamden let out a groan and wrapped his arms around your waist, tickling you without any possibility of escape as you screamed out in laughter.

he didn’t let go until tears of laughter ran down your flour stained cheeks and you had told him you would give him all the kisses he wanted, now letting you rest in his arms as you tried to get your breathing back to normal.

your arms wrapped around his torso as you rested your face on his chest, calming your heartbeat while you enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms holding you. soft music filled the background, slowly coaxing your boyfriend to begin swaying your standing figures side to side ever so gently.

that was one of the many things you adored about him; he always danced, no matter the situation. he danced for his job; he danced during parties; he did an adorable little shoulder dance every time he ate something he particularly liked; and he danced with you in a kitchen full of flour, with your hair painted white and the powder getting in his nostrils every time he breathed in your scent.

nothing ever got kamden to stop dancing, just as nothing ever got him to stop loving you.

“i’m not cleaning this up, you know,” you interrupted the silence, a teasing smile on your face as you looked up. your arms had moved to wrap around his shoulders as his rested on your hips, gently guiding you through a lazy sway.

“i know, you're too lazy to even think about it,” he snorted, making you swat his shoulder softly.

“i’m not lazy,” you complained, earning a questioning look full of disbelief from him.

“you are, let’s not deny that,” he muttered, a smile on his face. “I still love you, though, and that’s why i’m going to clean this mess.” you couldn't help but let the adoring smile adorn your face at his words, one of your hands carding through his hair. “just give me a minute until this song is over.” you nodded and marvelled at the sight of his breathtaking smile as he leaned in to kiss you, sealing an already beautiful moment as the most perfect one of all.

i'll give you something unforgettable my feelings forever

kamden’s heart felt like it was about to fall out of his ass.

in his entire almost 24 years of life he had never been so nauseatingly excited and nervous at the same time, and he wasn’t quite sure that he liked it. still, he pushed through. everything was worth it if it meant seeing you smile.

“can’t you just give me a hint?” you asked as you watched him through the reflection of the mirror you were currently sitting in front of. kamden sat on your shared bed, waiting until you were done getting ready as he watched you with a lovesick expression.

“i already told you no, angel,” he chuckled softly, heart melting when a pout settled on your lips.

“you can’t just buy me a dress and tell me we’re going to a surprise destination and not expect me to want to know where we’re going,” you complained, settling the hairbrush down and turning to look at him. “yes i can, you ready?” he asked, standing up to walk up to you and kiss your forehead.

“i hate you,” you glared playfully, standing up so you could finally go wherever it was that he wanted to take you.

“i love you too,” he smiled, stealing a quick kiss on your lips.

...୨♡୧...

“okay, we’re here,” you heard kamden’s voice say as the car came to a stop, so you sat and waited for him to help you out. being blindfolded was not your ideal idea for a date, but you couldn’t really complain. kamden always went above and beyond to make you the happiest you could be, so if you had to be blindfolded in a car for forty minutes to make him happy, you would in a heartbeat.

your boyfriend guided you out of the car, making you walk a few steps until you felt grass tickle the exposed skin of your legs, “ready?”

you could feel his breath on your skin as he stood behind you, waiting until you nodded to take the blindfold off gently. you blinked a couple times as your eyes attempted to get used to the light before you could focus on the breathtaking view in front of you.

“holy shit,” you said breathlessly. kamden’s arms wrapped around your torso from behind and his chin settled on your shoulder.

“you like it?” he asked, leaving a small kiss on the skin of your shoulder.

“i love it,” you spoke, not being able to take your eyes away from the view. a field of flowers, of lilies that extended so far out that you couldn’t meet the end. “how did you find this place?”

kamden couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips, the warmth in his chest that bloomed just like a flower from the beautiful sight of your smiling face. “just did some research, not very hard.”

you turned around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing him closer to yourself. “it's beautiful, kammy.”

he smiled even brighter as he leaned into you, nuzzling your nose ever so gently before capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss that screamed promises of undying affection.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered against your lips once he parted away, stealing one last peck before moving away. “now come on, i have one more surprise.”

you did nothing but follow him as he pulled you into the field, a basket in one hand and you in the other. you walked until you were in the middle of the field where he laid a blanket, pulling you with him so you stood away from crushing them.

“i’m going to have to put a lot of effort into the next date,” you joked, amused as you watched your boyfriend take food out of the basket and lay it on the side of the blanket. “you better,” he joked, finishing his work before he pulled your hand enough to have you sit flush against him and kiss your temple.

hours passed between thunderous laughs, stories, and kisses with sweet nothings whispered in between. the sun began to set and kamden grew nervous again, so much that you had to stop your story to give him a questioning look.

“is something wrong? you look nervous,” you asked, head tilted in worry and curiosity.

the boy felt his heart swell at the look on your face, so he reached to caress the skin of your cheek affectionately. “nothing is wrong,” he assured, “i just have something to ask you.” “okay? you know you can ask me anything,” you smiled, moving to hold his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

“i know,” he nodded, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles, “listen, uhm… i have to say something before i ask.” you nodded, urging him to continue. “ever since i met you for the first time i’ve known that my heart will always belong to you… i have never loved anyone as much as i love you, and i know i never will, because you’re it, yn, you're my one.”

your heart beat harsh on your chest at his beautiful words, realization slowly beginning to set in as he continued.

“and i really wouldn't have it any other way. you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world; like nothing in my life could ever compare to the comfort you give me even in my worst days; to the love i feel every time you look at me.” he spoke, his hand reaching for something behind him as his eyes stayed on yours. “i love you, yn, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

your eyes stung with tears as he pulled out a tiny box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring.

“will you give me the honor of being your husband?”

and just then, everything was perfect. the field full of your favorite flowers, a basket full of your favorite snacks and the love of your life sitting in front of you, a ring in his hand as he looked at you with nothing but sheer adoration. he didn’t need to kneel down for you. he needed to be close, to be at eye level with you and show you that it was where he belonged; by your side, sharing his love.

“of course, yes,” you nodded after a beat of silence, tears in your eyes as you let him put the ring on your finger and pull you into his arms.

your bodies fell into the blanket, tangled in each other as you both tried your best to stop the tears that were flooding your cheeks with no stop. still, with your makeup ruined and you eyes puffy, the moment was perfect.

the times I miss silently while looking at me in a pure white form

a random day in 2018

“so, you nervous?” kade asked his brother from his place next to him in the makeshift hall they had made in their classroom.

“i’m about to throw up,” kamden nodded, positively feeling like his lunch was going to abandon him at any point during the next few minutes.

“it’s okay, just pretend you haven't been gut wrenchingly in love with her for the past three years and that this is actually just a school project.” kade smiled, finding way too much amusement in his brother’s pale face as he clapped his shoulder in a supposedly comforting manner.

“oh wow, thanks,” kamden rolled his eyes, just in time to be interrupted by one of his classmates, his friend beomgyu, taking his place in front of him, sporting his ridiculous priest outfit as he introduced the whole bit.

“we have about thirty minutes left of class so if na kamden could please stand up,”

the boy did just that, taking his place in front of his class and offering his teacher a small bow. just then, the music started playing and your pretend bridesmaids flowed through the room with his best friends, taking place at their respective sides so the main attraction could shine.

kamden’s heart was stuck in his throat the moment you walked into the classroom, your puffy white dress and the veil — courtesy of the theater department — making you look even more radiant than usual. your eyes bored directly into his all the way until you were escorted right in front of him, smiling from ear to ear.

“dear classmates and teachers, we gather here today to complete our assignment and thank you for being here for this very official, very real wedding.” he began, making giggles to erupt in the class. “just kidding. but seriously, today we’re here to celebrate two awesome people, na kamden and ln yn, who’ve decided to fake-marry each other for this assignment. now who would’ve thought it’d be them.”

kamden couldn't help but roll his eyes in amusement, because well, he was used to his friends making fun of his stupidly long big fat crush.

“you may proceed to your fake vows,”

you nodded softly at him, signaling him to start. he took a deep breath, felt the reassuring squeeze of your hand and finally began talking. “yn, i promise to be your fake life partner through imaginary highs and hypothetical lows. i’ll stand by your side in this very official pretend marriage, even if you steal my fries or hog the netflix account.” he began, his shoulders tense as he looked into your eyes. “i vow to always be your teammate, your go-to person for group projects, and the person you can count on for backup when things get awkward or boring — like math class or family dinners.” he relaxed slowly as he watched your smile, soothed simply by your presence. “you’re one of the easiest people to be around. you get my weird jokes, you always know what to say, and honestly, if I had to be fake-married to anyone, i’m glad it’s you.”

his speech came to an end with a shaky breath as he watched your eyes crinkle in a smile, a beat of silence between you as he slipped a red ring pop on your finger before you spoke.

“kammy, i vow to be your loyal fake partner, to share imaginary groceries, make fake inside jokes, and survive the chaos of this assignment without totally losing it.” you began, and he could see how nervous you were. “i’ll be the one who remembers your coffee order — even in our pretend future — and who always saves you a seat, no matter how crowded the cafeteria gets. you’re just… easy to talk to. easy to joke with. easy to pretend a life with. and I guess that says something, even if we’re not saying it out loud.” kamden really felt like his heart was going to explode just then and there at the way you were looking at him. “so yeah — thanks for being the best fake spouse i never knew i needed. this might be for class, but it’s been kinda fun pretending with you.”

for a moment, the entire class had disappeared. it was just you and him standing in front of each other, hands intertwined and sporting candy as you did your best not to fuck up the whole assignment you had worked so hard in.

until beomgyu spoke, of course.

“i’m beginning to feel like we’re intruding, so i’ll just ask. do you, kamden, accept yn to be your unlawfully wedded wife for the rest of the 15 minutes of class?”

“i do.”

“great, now, yn, do you take kamden to be your unlawfully wedded husband for the rest of the 15 minutes of class?”

“i do.”

“beautiful. now with the power invested in me by the printer by the coffee shop as fake-priest or whatever, i now pronounce you... fake married. you may now awkwardly hug, high-five, or do whatever school-appropriate thing you planned. congrats, you two!"

kamden laughed softly, raising his hand to you and waiting for your very synchronized and planned high five. the moment your hands collided, you moved to intertwine your fingers so you could rush out of the room like you would in an actual wedding.

there, watching the world move in slow motion as you ran and laughed, kamden knew he would be damned if he didn't make that whole thing real one day.

we, as we were back then are still in the same place

back to the present

“so, you nervous?” kade asked his brother from his place next to him in the very real wedding hall.

“i’m about to throw up,” kamden nodded, rejoicing in the deja vu of the whole conversation. much like in that distant memory, he felt like having lunch was a terrible idea, but he couldn’t let that ruin the day he had been waiting for for so long.

“at least you don’t have to pretend you aren’t in love with her this time,” kade laughed, amused at his brother’s nervousness and yet immensely fond at the whole situation.

“at least,” kamden chuckled, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve as he watched your bridesmaids walk in, his best friends along with them. the sight made his heart swell, only being torn down by how brian leaned in to whisper something in your friend’s ear and caused her to giggle.

he couldn’t just wait a little longer to secure a hook up for the night.

his annoyance dissipated immediately after; when you walked into the room by your father’s arm. the memory of how you looked all those years ago was nothing compared to the real thing. your dress looked far too magical on you, you shined in that way that he knew only you ever could. still, the smile you wore was the same he had fallen in love with years before.

the minister — a newly online ordained beomgyu who couldn’t stop fucking smiling — began his introduction, but kamden couldn’t hear what he was saying. nothing existed outside of you when you got to his side, your hands going to his while your tear soaked eyes connected.

his attention was brought back when you squeezed his hand, making him notice that it was time for his vows. just like you did then, you calmed his nerves with a soft smile of encouragement.

“it still makes me laugh that the first time i stood in front of you and said vows, we were seventeen and pretending. back then, i said i’d be your fake partner, your teammate. what I didn’t know was how real those things would become, even if i wished for them every night. so today, for real this time, i vow to be your home. to be the one who listens when you need quiet, and the one who cheers for you when you forget how amazing you are. i promise to love you with patience, with purpose, and with a kind of joy that keeps growing. i’ll stand beside you in the ordinary days, the chaotic ones, and the ones we’ll remember for the rest of our lives.” he couldn’t help the way in which his voice trembled as he cried, sniffling softly before continuing. “you’ve been my best friend and now, you’re my forever. and I can’t wait to keep choosing you — again and again, for all our days. i love you.”

he slipped the ring on your finger, hands trembling like he was seventeen again. when he looked up, his world shattered at the sight of your pretty face stained with tears and overwhelming love.

“kammy, when we were seventeen, i stood up in front of the same idiot in a suit and fake-promised to remember your coffee order, save you a seat, and be your pretend partner for a class project. but even then, I think part of me knew that if anything ever became real, i’d want it to be with you.” your voice was shaky through your tears, and he wanted nothing but to hug you. “so today, i vow to be your real partner. to love you when it’s easy and when it’s not. to build a life with you that’s full of laughter, late-night takeout, lilies, and quiet moments that feel like home. i promise to believe in you when you forget how strong you are, and to keep learning you even when i think i already know every part… we may have started as a joke, but there’s nothing funny about how deeply i love you now. you’re the best decision i never meant to make — and the only one i’ll keep making for the rest of my life.”

at that point, he was trying to contain the sob that fought to escape his lips when you slipped his ring on, intertwining your hands again.

“now, do you, na kamden, take yn to be your lawfully wedded wife for the rest of your days?" his friend asked, smiling.

"I do."

“of course you do… do you, ln yn, take kamden to be your lawfully wedded husband for the rest of your days?"

“i do.”

“well then, with the power invested in me by the internet and the printer at your house, i declare you man and wife. you may kiss the bride.”

your husband didn’t have to be told twice before he slammed his lips against yours, kissing you to seal the promise he had made himself all those years ago. he whispered a million i love you’s against your lips as your guests cheered, all before sweeping you off your feet, stealing one last kiss and leaving the venue and everyone behind.

in years of knowing you, kamden had grown to love you as much as a person could be loved. he had gotten to know you better than anyone and to appreciate you more than he ever thought he could. he knew he was young and time changed things, but if he had already loved you for nearly a decade, what was the rest of your life?

𐙚 blue's corner ;; this is dedicated to the love of my life and my one and only, i looooove you !! 𐙚 taglist ;; @tiramisumin @astrasng @hot-girls-love-jiho @lovelyjuju @spacejip @kireilien 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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kamdenmoroll · 3 months ago

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(𐙚⋆.˚) the prettiest of flowers

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [brian ho x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 9.3k w. agressive language, very suggestive! e2l, fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

brian ho was considered a fairly lovable person.

he was nice enough, got good grades and was an overall decent person, according to everyone that had ever met him.

except you.

in your eyes, brian ho was nothing but a petty, rude, two-faced asshole that seemed unable to stop chasing you around to ruin everything you loved.

you had a new favorite coffee shop? that’s coincidentally his new favorite place to study!

you wore a white shirt to a party? surprise! his drink accidentally spilled on it.

you began having a crush on a guy from campus? don’t get your hopes up! they’re now the bestest of friends.

and it wasn’t like you had done anything to him, okay? you had met brian all the way back in middle school (before the bitch had followed you to college), when his family moved to your city and you were suddenly finding him absolutely everywhere you went, even at your house because your mom couldn’t help but socialize with the new neighbors.

you really did try to be friends with him at first, but instead of the shy, friendly guy everyone else saw in him, you were met with the rudest, most entitled boy that had ever stepped foot inside your house. and still, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, because maybe he had just had a rough time with the move.

if that was the case, that rough time had been going on for the last nine years.

“do we really have to go? brian is over there,” you groaned as your friend dragged you towards the group of boys by the beer pong table.

“dude, just ignore him,” chae answered, much too busy watching her boyfriend to even be annoyed by your childish dislike for the boy. “hey, baby,” she smiled as soon as euijoo’s hands wrapped around her torso, her hand immediately leaving yours.

you made a small gagging gesture and looked away, wanting to give them whatever privacy you could while being surrounded by so many people.

“don’t be bitter now, yn, it's not their fault no one wants you.”

the voice that pierced the air made your eyes roll instinctively, already feeling the hatred prickling your skin at the anticipation of the forthcoming interaction.

“no one is asking you to pay attention to me, you know,” you replied, looking up at him with an annoyed expression.

he stood there, sporting an all black outfit and the stupid smirk you had hated for almost half of your life.

“your cheap perfume doesn't let me think about anything else,” he smiled sarcastically.

“funny, because i actually got it from your mom last christmas.” you smiled back, enjoying the way his face fell for a fraction of a second. “i’ll let her know what you think though.”

your body filled with satisfaction as you watched him roll his eyes and look away. one thing about the two of you, having families that loved each other was either the best shield or the worst curse.

“i think your perfume smells pretty good,” kamden’s voice called for your attention as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, making your scowl be replaced by a flustered smile.

“good, it’s probably still on your sheets,” you retaliated, smiling at the small amused chuckle that escaped his lips. just as he opened his mouth to answer, he was rudely interrupted by none other than a very annoyed looking brian turning off the screen of his phone like he had done three times in the past minutes.

“kammy, wanna go get some drinks?”

the two friends connected their eyes for a couple seconds as if they were having a conversation through them, leading up to a sigh leaving kamden’s plum lips. “what are you drinking? i’ll bring you a refill.”

you smiled softly at the offer, feeling more satisfaction for how much it seemed to bother brian than anything else. “whatever you’re drinking is fine, kammy.”

if looks could kill, you’re sure that brian ho would’ve had you six feet under a long time ago.

it didn’t take them long to come back, the oldest handing you your drink with a smile. you watched brian open his mouth to make what was most likely another snarky remark when the door opened, the sight of whoever walked in making his words die in his mouth.

you couldn’t help but turn around curiously, a dry, astonished scoff falling off your lips the moment your eyes set on brian’s girlfriend holding hands with another guy.

you averted your gaze to him immediately, almost feeling bad by the way his face had fallen. the keyword being almost.

“oh, shit,” euijoo muttered from a couple feet away, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

“brian,” kamden spoke up, voice tentative but firm as his hand reached out to his friends, unsure of what his next actions would be.

“it’s fine,” the boy answered, moving away from the touch and turning around to face his back to whoever was looking for his reaction. “we broke up last night.”

but you knew damn well that was a lie, because you had seen him buying a huge pink teddy bear just that morning. you almost called him out, just for the sake of being a bitch like he was to you; but the sight of his lost eyes and the way his grip tightened around his cup advised you not to.

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days had passed since the party and by then, everyone and their mother’s had heard about the music major whose girlfriend cheated, even if the narrative of them having broken up the day prior was being pushed around by everyone that knew them.

you handn’t seen brian since then, which meant you were having a decent couple of days while he was focused on his own little scandal.

that was until a pile of notebooks was dumped on the table you were oh so diligently studying on, making your eyes raise until they met his.

“what the fuck? go get another table,” you urged, eyebrows furrowing as brian took a seat on the chair in front of you.

“aren’t you especially pissy today,” he rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

“you have that effect on me,” you scoffed, kicking his spread legs under the table where he had monopolized the entire space.

“ouch, bitch,” he groaned, kicking you back but sitting a little straighter nonetheless.

“what do you want?” you asked with a small glare, taking back your rightful leg space while making sure not to touch him.

“i have a proposal for you,” he answered, an annoying little smile taking place on his annoyingly plump lips.

“no.” you smiled sarcastically and placed your headphones back in your ears, having the full intent to ignore him until he went away.

“stop being annoying,” he said exasperatedly, taking the headphones off and taking them hostage on his side of the table. “listen to what i have to say.”

“i’ve been doing that against my will for nine years,” you glared, leaning back on your own chair.

“so it won’t kill you to do it again,” he gave you a fake sweet smile, not waiting for your answer before speaking again. “be my fake girlfriend.”

his words made you choke on your own spit, eyes widening as you watched his serious expression. “excuse me?”

he rolled his eyes as if your reaction was the ridiculous part of that interaction. “be my fake girlfriend so everyone will stop fucking talking about me like i’m some idiot.”

“you are an idiot, though,” you answered without missing a beat.

“can you be serious for like a second?” he asked, now being his turn to glare at you.

“okay, sure,” you sighed, looking at him with a confused expression. “why the fuck would i do that?”

“for the pleasure of everyone thinking someone actually wants you, for once.”

you rolled your eyes like you always did when he was around, “fuck you, you’re so annoying.”

“it’s an offer you shouldn’t refuse,” he shrugged, sitting up from his slouching position and leaning forward on the table. “but i’ll give you another option, i can pay you.”

“oh, so now you think i'm a hooker?” you scoffed, having a hard time believing the words that were coming out of your mouth.

“oh my god, no,” he sighed exasperated, taking his hand to rub his eyes “ but you’re a broke college student that has no way to fly out to see her family on the break.”

well, he was right.

his family had always been better well off than yours, so it wasn’t uncommon for brian to get more chances to see them than you did.

and your youngest brother was turning sixteen in the middle of the holidays.

“why me?” you asked with a glare, not wanting to admit he had a point.

“you’re the only person i actually hate enough to be able to do this without complicating stuff,” he shrugged.

you thought over his words for a couple seconds, trying to find a way in which they didn’t make sense.

brian watched you with a smug smile on his face, basically being able to see the cogs turning inside your head.

“that… makes sense.” you mumbled, taking your hands up to rub your eyes annoyed.

“i can see you considering it, just give in,” he pushed, still wearing that cocky smile. “you’ll get your reward.” “don’t talk to me like i’m a dog, asshole,” you glared, kicking him under the table again. you took the time he took to complain about your aggression to think about your options.

you really had no chance of seeing your family until the next break if you didn’t take him up on his offer.

with a loud sigh, you spoke up again. “i’m not paying for anything we do.”

brian perked up at that, smile widening.

“i’ll pay, but i’ll keep you on a tight leash.”

“again with the dog thing, is this a kink or something?” you asked annoyedly, causing him to roll his eyes.

“you just can’t help but be fucking annoying, can you?” he asked, exasperation laced to his voice.

“you’re the one asking me to be your girlfriend, you know,” you scoffed.

“fake girlfriend.” he clarified, making you let out a groan of annoyance.

“i don’t care, you’re trying to use me to get back at your ex,” you remarked, looking at him seriously. “who has always been a bitch, by the way.”

“don’t talk about her that way,” he defended, suddenly more serious than he had been that entire talk.

“my bad, i just thought you had gotten the hint when she cheated on you in front of a whole frat house full of people,” you lifted your hands up in surrender.

“she didn’t, we had broken up,” he muttered, his eyes travelling down to the table.

“was that before or after you gave her the pink teddy?” you dared, lifting your brow at him.

“fuck you,” he spat, looking up at him you with anger in his eyes.

“you wish,” you smiled sarcastically and stood up from where you sat, taking the last sip of your drink and gathering your things. “i’ll consider this as our first date, thanks for the coffee, honey.”

he gave you an unamused look, standing up as well. “you’re already taking too much advantage of this.”

“well, those big teddy bears are expensive, i’m sure one cup of coffee won’t dent your wallet,” you feigned a pout like you knew annoyed him.

“shut up and let's go,” he groaned, grabbing his own things. his eyes travelled to your free hand for a couple seconds, weighing his options before he let out a sigh and grabbed it, awkwardly hanging onto it. “i’m driving you home.”

“i would rather die, actually,” you spoke quickly, trying to pull your hand away until he gave it a firm squeeze.

“we’re treating this as our first official date though, aren’t we, princess?” your own words being turned against you made your blood boil, a million thoughts passing through your head before you sighed.

“i hate you,” you answered, moving your hand to intertwine your fingers. “more than i’ve ever hated anyone else.”

“then i hope you’re an incredible actress,” he gave you a sarcastic smile before moving you along with him, paying for your coffee and leading you to his car.

you got onto the passenger seat with an uncomfortable grimace on your face, immediately pulling your knees to your chest as he got inside of the car as well.

“don’t put your shoes on my seats,” brian said firmly, waiting until you reluctantly moved your feet before driving towards your apartment.

“it’s kinda stalkerish that you know my address,” you grumbled, breaking the silence that had been drowning you for a couple minutes.

“i’ve picked kamden up from here,” he scoffed, knuckles almost white as he gripped the wheel.

“ah, makes sense,” you nodded, a smile settling onto your lips at the mention of his friend.

“this arrangement means you can’t fuck him anymore, you know,” he warned, making your smile disappear in seconds.

“shit, i didn’t even think about that,” you groaned, genuinely distraught. “can we just tell him and i’ll keep it on the down low?”

“he knows,” he stated, short and straight to the point, “i asked him what he thought this morning and he knows you’re off limits.”

“off limits,” you repeated with a scoff. “what? do you own me now?”

brian acted as if he was deep in thought for a couple seconds, earning a slap on the arm before he spoke again. “i don’t, this is a mutual deal.”

“if i find out you fake cheat on me, i swear i will end you.” you stated, looking at him seriously so he would see you were not fucking around.

“i won't do that,” he rolled his eyes, “but you won’t either or you won't get paid.”

“you got rid of my fuck buddy, who do you think i’m going to fake cheat with?” you mirrored his gesture, already questioning why you had ever agreed to this ridiculous idea.

“you never know,” he shrugged as he parked in front of your driveway. “i’m picking you up in the morning for classes, so be ready at eight.”

you sighed, knowing nothing would make him back down from his decision. it was also kind of good considering you took the bus every morning.

“bye,” you said shortly, climbing out, slamming the door behind you and not looking back as you entered the building.

୨♡୧

the next morning, brian kept you waiting for fifteen minutes more than it was initially agreed. it was eight fifteen in the morning and you were already wishing you had never agreed to having to interact with him more than you already did.

you were about to call an uber when brian’s car rolled into the driveway, making your blood boil with how unfazed he looked sitting on the driver seat.

“you’re late,” you complained the moment you sat down in the car.

“and you’re ugly, nothing we can do about our flaws,” he shrugged, not even looking at you before he started driving.

“asshole,” you muttered under your breath, putting your feet above the seat again.

“put your feet down, jesus christ,” he grumbled, taking your ankles with his free hand and pushing them off of the seat.

“you’re so annoying,” you complained, simply not being able to contain how much annoyance filled your body every time he spoke or moved.

“shut up,” he snapped, his eyes still trained on the road. just before you could answer, he spoke again. “we need to agree on a backstory for this, by the way. we can’t be caught lacking.”

“sure,” you hummed, eyes moving towards the window to watch your city pass through it. “what is it?”

“i don’t know, i tried to come up with something and i just couldn’t think of any situation that could make me feel anything positive towards you.” he shrugged, once again making you roll your eyes. your mom used to say they would get stuck like that one day, but you really couldn’t help it whenever he was around.

“or maybe you’re just stupid, did that ever occur to you?” you scoffed. “it’s not that hard, we can just say we hooked up a couple times and you just couldn’t resist me.”

“you came up with that quick,” he hummed, an amused smile taking place on his lips. “how much have you been thinking about fucking me?”

you let out a dry laugh at his words, simply not believing his shamelessness. “you’re literally impossible,”

“you didn’t answer the question,” he pointed out, making you slap his arm again.

“it never even crossed my mind,” you glared, sitting back on your seat. “some of us are just actually capable of critical thinking.”

“i’m sure that’s the reason,” he nodded, his smile still not gone from his lips as he pulled into the college parking lot.

“shut up,” you got out of the car the moment you could, begrudgingly waiting for him as you leaned on the side of the car where his door was.

“don’t wanna,” he answered as he got out, throwing his bag over his shoulder. his eyes caught a sight of his ex getting out of her own car, making him let out a sigh. “oh shit, she’s right there.”

your eyes followed his, catching the way her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she noticed you were there together. “then start acting, kid,” you urged.

brian really wanted to listen, to put on his part and make her feel even half as bad as she had made him, but he was frozen. his eyes couldn’t be teared away from her until you let out an exasperated groan and took your hand to the collar of his hoodie, pulling him close enough that his attention was caught by you again.

“no one is going to believe you if you freeze when she’s around,” you said, hand still fisting the fabric.

“shut the fuck up,” he mumbled before he suddenly leaned down to press his lips against yours. you let out a small surprised gasp before kissing him back, your grip not loosening as he pushed harder, trapping you between the car and his body and kissing you like he needed it to survive.

your entire body blared with alarms and bright colored lights. you were kissing brian. out of everyone, brian.

and the worst part is that he wasn’t half bad at it.

he broke the kiss off a couple seconds after, taking a breath before moving further away from your face. “is she gone?”

your eyes darted where his ex formerly stood, now an empty spot. “yes, get away from me.” you said as you pushed him away, taking a larger distance now. “that was gross.”

“fucking disgusting,” he nodded without looking at you, setting path towards the building you both had your shared classes in.

did you already mention he also copied your major?

weird looks were exchanged by certain people in the room as they watched you and brian walk into the room together. it wasn’t that you were particularly popular individuals, but the hatred you had very loudly voiced ever since your first year had built up quite the reputation between you.

you begrudgingly sat next to him, pulling out your materials as you ignored the way your best friend and her boyfriend desperately tried to get your attention from the other side of the room.

the class passed by without any special events, and it was finally time to bid each other goodbye and go to the next class. you could see him hesitate on what to do because of the weight of your friends’ eyes.

“uhm, bye,” you waved shortly, lips pursing awkwardly.

“bye, bye,” he muttered, looking to the side where euijoo and his girlfriend pretended to be occupied saying bye to each other just to stare at you.

brian leaned in to leave an awkward peck on your lips, both of your bodies as stiff as they ever could be.

it had been so different in the morning, and your cheeks were burning with embarrassment as you cringed at the entire situation. he waved once again and turned around, which you took as your signal to leave and walk away alone.

however, your peace didn’t last long after because of your friend’s voice piercing through the silence in a scream of your name.

“wanna tell me what the fuck that was?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“brian drove me here, that's it,” you shrugged, feeling the guilt of lying to her already churning on your stomach.

“oh, so you just kissed him as a thank you,” she scoffed as if it was obvious before looking serious again. “last time i checked you would rather shoot yourself than spend time with him, so what’s going on?” she pressed, grabbing your arm to make you look at her.

the moment your eyes connected, you fumbled immediately. if kamden knew, there shouldn’t be an issue with you saying something too, right?

“we’re fake dating each other,” you blurted out, watching as her eyebrows furrowed even more.

“what?”

“he asked me to, because he doesn’t want people talking about his ex,” you sighed, honestly a little surprised that you had folded that fast. “and he told me he would fly me out to my family this break, so i accepted.”

you could see the way the cogs turned inside of her head, as if she was trying to assimilate the information you had just given her. “that’s ridiculous.”

“yep, you don’t have to tell me,” you let out a loud sigh, rubbing your eyes.

“what are you going to do if this goes south?” she asked, now a little more nervous than confused.

“kill myself,” you shrugged, earning a slap on your shoulder and a small laugh. “i’m kidding, i have no idea.” you chuckled, “i think i just have to hope for the best and deal with a couple weeks of spending time with brian.” you gagged, causing her to laugh again.

“he’s friends with ej and kamden so he’s not that bad,” she tried as you got to your class. “he’s also hot.”

“compared to a sewer rat,” you scoffed, finding a seat for both of you and settling your things there.

“sure, whatever you say,” she rolled her eyes just as the teacher came in.

୨♡୧

“let me get this straight. you two have hated each other for seven years and now you’re suddenly healed and dating because you fucked it out?” intak asked as he pointed between brian and you.

“things happen, man. we’ve been over this too many times this week,” brian shrugged, popping a fry into his mouth. you tried so hard to conceal your reaction and not show any type of annoyance at his attempt to be nonchalant.

“it’s really not that hard to understand, tak… have you ever had sex with someone you hated?” you asked, reaching over to take some fries from brian’s plate and watching he glared at you when no one was looking. being his fake girlfriend had perks, and one of them was annoying him a little extra without the consequences.

“no, but now i’m going to have to try,” intak scoffed, cleaning his hands once he finished eating. “if the pussy was so good that it got rid of nine years of hatred then it’s probably worth it.”

you choked on your food at his joke, reaching for the glass of water kamden wordlessly handed you while brian leaned in to smack the back of your friend’s head.

“don’t talk about her like that, asshole,” he defended, obviously lightheartedly as he continued eating.

you smiled and stuck your tongue out to intak as he whined, finding the situation way too amusing.

“i’m just saying,” he threw his hands up in surrender, “but like, you hang out like a normal couple and all?”

the real answer is that you didn’t. your interactions were strictly restricted to when you were in public and whenever he drove you, but you obviously couldn’t say that.

“of course,” you answered, now being the one trying to act nonchalant.

“and you both make it out alive?” he asked again, making you let out a little chuckle. it really was a valid question.

“very much so,” you nodded again, stiffening just slightly when brian’s arm surrounded your shoulders casually.

“she’s actually coming over today, right, princess?” he asked, squeezing your shoulders as he looked at you.

well, you guessed now you were.

“yeah, unfortunately,” you smiled and kissed his cheek to hide the truth in your words, ignoring how much you wanted to gag at the action.

beautifully in time, intak did it for you.

“am i really going to your house?” you asked as you and brian walked to his car, your face shrugging into a grimace at the thought.

“yeah, i think we need to post something,” he sighed, visibly annoyed. “we can’t let people realize we only see each other here.”

you let out a twin sigh, knowing he was right even though you hated the thought of having to indulge in him for longer. “i hate it here.”

“you won’t hate it as much when you’re at your brother’s birthday party,” he reminded, both surprising you with his lack of annoyance and reminding you exactly why you were doing this.

“will you be there?” you asked, laying your forehead on your knees as you had placed your feet on the seat.

“most likely, i wanted to see him anyway,” he shrugged, reminding you that you were the only member of your family he didn’t like.

“then i will still hate it,” you smiled ciniically, making him roll his eyes while he reached to push your legs off again.

his apartment was way more neat than you thought it would be. everything seemed to be clean and organized, opposing what you would’ve assumed from the boy.

“you can leave your stuff there, i’m going to take a shower,” he pointed at the couch in the living room, tossing his keys on the table. “feel free to do whatever you want as long as you don’t touch anything or remind me you’re here.”

you rolled your eyes at his words, nonetheless moving to the couch. “asshole.” if he heard you, he ignored it as he closed the bathroom door. you were doing some homework on your computer when he got out, shirtless and with his hair dripping, “would it kill you to wear some clothes?”

“yes, actually. considering this is my apartment,” he answered without looking at you, hanging his towel on a chair before throwing his body onto the opposing end of the couch.

as much as you wanted to argue, you knew he was eight.

“so, we should take pictures so you can be on your way,” he urged, making you roll your eyes again before shutting your computer.

“what are we supposed to do?” you asked with a scowl, raising an eyebrow as he patted the couch closer to him. “what?”

“firstly, you need to be closer, for once,” he sighed, waiting until you obeyed to continue speaking again. “now, take a cute picture and post it so i can repost it.”

you let out a dry laugh and grabbed your phone, wanting to get the situation over with. “it’ll be hard for the picture to be cute if you’re in it.”

“shut up,” he rolled his eyes and hooked his arm around your waist, making you grow closer to him and lay your head on his chest. “take the picture.” you let out a sigh and pointed the camera towards you, putting on your best smile and taking the picture when he leaned down to nuzzle his nose to your hair. the action made your heart skip a beat.

out of annoyance, of course.

once you were content with how they turned out, you moved away from him again.

“i'll post them now, which song do you like?” you muttered, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling on your chest as you scrolled through the songs.

“whichever you want,” he shrugged, squirming around the couch until he got comfortable again.

“very helpful, thanks,” you mumbled, selecting a song and tagging him before setting your phone down. “and now what?”

“i’ll drive you home when the movie is over,” he said, grabbing the remote control and turning the tv on without even looking your way.

“and why am i staying for the movie?” you asked, annoyance laced in your voice.

“because half our friends have our locations and its suspicious as fuck if you post a picture and then leave,” he said as if it was obvious.

“yeah, because they’re checking our locations.” you rolled your eyes and settled against the arm of the couch. “you’re just lazy.”

“whatever.”

the first time you hung out alone with brian while being in a fake relationship, there was an approximate of 150 words were spoken, and 99.9% of them had some sort of insulting connotation.

୨♡୧

ever since that first time, it had become a known fact in your friend group that thursdays and mondays had been the designated days in which you and brian would retreat together to one of your apartments or to have a date outside. it was honestly awful, because being at such close proximity with him alone was a guarantee to you going absolutely insane. which was now clearly proven by the way that just two months after, you didn’t even mind it that much.

“dude, can you just fucking stop with the pen tapping?” you asked exasperatedly as you put your own pen down on the table, eyes travelling up to the where brian incessantly tapped his against the table. you really tried to ignore the way your eyes did a quick once over, staring at his messy hair for a second too long. “sorry, princess, i didn’t know you don’t have the ability to tune things out,” he rolled his eyes, not looking up to you while he kept tapping.

“i wish i did so i wouldn’t have to listen to you talk all the fucking time.” you retaliated, snatching his pen away from him, earning a confused look that looked too adorable to be worn by such an asshole.

“you’re such a child,” he mumbled, looking for another pen and resuming his work on his assignment. minutes passed until the silence was broken again. “intak asked me why he has never seen us kiss.”

his words caught your attention immediately, making you look up at him with a confused look, “and?”

“i said we’re just not too affectionate in public,” he shrugged, his eyes still focused on the paper ahead of him.

“you forgot the part about me being repulsed by the thought,” you annoyed, making him sigh and look up with an annoyed smile on his face. “and that i have ptsd from the last time.”

“sure, let’s say that,” he scoffed, cringing a little at the reminder of the awkwardness of your second kiss. “although it was awful, i have to admit.”

still, the memory also came with the feeling of how soft your lips were and how much your lip balm tasted like strawberry.

“we looked like we were made of wood, it was downright embarrassing,” you grimaced, furrowing your nose and eliciting a soft chuckle from his lips. he had been noticing that you did that a lot. “even worse because it was you.”

“we have to work through that if we want this to last until the break,” he commented, his eyes going back to his paper as he ignored the last sentence. “no one believes a couple that doesn’t kiss.”

“sure, and what are we going to do? practice?” you sarcastically asked, mocking his way of thinking and dismissing it as a joke. your words caused a spark to light up brian’s brain, and he suddenly felt much more devious than he had before. the silence that followed made you look up at him incredulously, finding him already looking at you. “you’re not being serious.”

to be completely honest, brian didn’t think he had been that serious in his entire life.

“well, i was promised top notch acting,” he began, a smirk starting to take place on his lips, “and that won’t be possible unless you stop freezing every time i touch you.”

“you’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, finding his shamelessnes astonishing. “like, actually fucking insane.”

“you know, if you could just stop cursing me out for a second, i could show you a much more fun and productive use for that big mouth of yours.” he said, nonchalantly.

your eyes widened as butterflies uncharacteristically erupted in your stomach.

“oh, you’re such a pig,” you groaned, grabbing one of the crumpled paper balls by your side and throwing it at him.

“like you haven’t kissed me before,” he laughed as he ducked, going back into his sitting position to look at you with a small smirk.

“i did and it was awful, that's the whole point,” you glared, pushing the thought of your first kiss far away inside your brain.

“the first time wasn’t.” and oh, there it was again.

“and yet only one person saw that. we clearly can’t perform under pressure.” you pushed, really trying to not let yourself even consider taking up his offer.

“i’m just saying, those things are learnt with practice,” he shrugged, sounding way too amused by your words.

“careful there, i might think you want to kiss me,” you bugged, clearly looking to annoy him. however, his unwavering smirk confused you.

“i mean, it has been a while…” he mumbled, looking at his surroundings in hopes of not sounding too eager.

“you’re actually serious about this?” you deadpanned, genuinely confused about this whole ordeal.

“i’m just saying, it will make our relationship more believable.” he put both hands up, playing the innocent role even when his smirk couldn’t be any more noticeable. he could see you cracking.

“how would we even go about that?” you asked, your voice now a little lower.

aha.

“it’s just kissing, yn, not like we need a set up,” he annoyed, trying his hardest to contain his smile and failing miserably.

“well, aren’t you a romantic,” you rolled your eyes, recoiling into your seat as he watched the tips of your ears light up.

“i can be if that’s what will make you do your job better,” he commented, thoroughly enjoying how embarrassed you looked.

he watched you look at your hands for a couple seconds, playing with one of your rings before you abruptly stood up and grabbed his wrist, making him stand up and dragging him to the couch wordlessly.

“i will only try this once,”

brian innerly cheered as he gave you a small nod, now guiding you to sit on the couch before doing the same next to you.

“hmh, sure,” he nodded, taking some of your hair away from your face as his eyes zeroed on your lips.

“and i’m imagining someone else so i don’t throw up,” you said again, a nervous tinge in your voice.

“sure, princess, whatever works,” he mumbled, far too immersed in seeing the nervousness he was making you feel to even acknowledge how annoying it was that you still had snarky comments to say. “tell me if you want me to stop.”

those were the last words muttered before his lips clashed with yours, starting off slow as he felt your body immediately tense up. he stayed still for a little, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of his lips. just as he was going to retract, your lips moved on top of his tentatively, enough to make him go back for more. the kiss started soft, slow as if you were trying to familiarize yourself with how it felt to kiss him.

that was what the practice was for, anyways.

brian was trying really hard to give you the time you needed, but when your teeth sank lightly into his bottom lip, he really couldn’t take it anymore. his hand travelled to your jaw, angling your head just like he wanted so he could press harder and deepen the kiss. surprisingly, it didn’t take much for you to kiss him back with the same intensity, your hand travelling to his chest as nipped at your bottom lip to ask for access for his tongue.

your entire body was panicking as you felt the wet muscle play with your own. the tongue that was now in your mouth belonged to the person you hated the most, and you had really never imagined that it could feel that good to kiss him.

his hand moved down your neck to your shoulder, pushing you back slowly until your back hit the mattress and his body hovered above you. his fingers made goosebumps arise on your skin as they travelled down to your waist, taking a hold of it and pressing your torso against his own. you really did try to suppress the whine that escaped you.

but the world hated you, and brian did so even more.

“still imagining someone else, princess?” he asked against your lips, hand tightening around your waist slightly.

his words made you roll your eyes. “do you know kamden by any chance?”

and just then, brian remembered that he hated you more than he had ever hated a person. even if kamden was beginning to be a close second.

“shut the fuck up,” he grumbled, not doing anything to hide his annoyance.

“make me.” you smirked, and that just got him to press a deep kiss against your lips once again, adamant to make you remember who you were practicing for.

୨♡୧

after that day, things started to go downhill. lines began to be blurred in the name of making your scheme more believable, hickies made your friends give you questioning looks, reasons started to feel a little unneeded for the actions between you, and worse of all, everything you did was now what both of you described as your new normal. even the word fake had been dissipating from your vocabulary as the months went on.

you still hated each other, though.

“that’s what you're wearing to a party? really?” brian asked as you climbed into his car, looking at you with fake disgust.

“kill yourself,” you gave him a sarcastic smile, hugging your knees to your chest as the soles of your shoes laid against the new seat cover adorning brian’s passenger seat.

“oh, but then who would drive you places?” he teased as he began driving, making you let out a scoff.

“the holy spirit,” you mumbled and turned to the window where the sight of the city illuminated the dark night.

“there is nothing holy about you,” he pointed out, and there was absolutely no reason for that to sound as erotic as it had. “you’re literally the devil incarnate.” there he was.

“i know you are, but what am i?” you defended, making him roll his eyes at your childish behaviour.

the rest of the drive was silent, only differing the moment you opened the door and looked around. “that’s a lot of people.”

“no one important,” he shrugged, casually throwing his arm around your shoulders as he walked into the booming party, “let’s go get drinks first, yeah?”

“i’m going to find chae, i have the jacket she wanted,” you let him know, “get me something though, please.”

“nah, get it yourself,” he said as he flicked your forehead and walked away. you didn’t know at which point you started knowing he would get you one anyways.

you found your friend along with a couple others and situated yourself on the couch with them, rapidly immersed by the conversation. the topic you were discussing swallowed your attention enough to distract you from the fact that brian never did end up giving you your drink.

at the end of the day it was still him, so you excused yourself to go get your own.

what you didn’t expect was to find him by the bar, nursing what you assumed was initially your cup while he was engrossed in a conversation with none other than his ex.

she was shamelessly flirting with him, and from the looks of it, he was not showing opposition. your blood began boiling inside of you as you entered the kitchen nonetheless, moving to make yourself something to drink without interrupting them. to say you were feeling disappointed was an understatement, because you really were falling into the trap of believing he had forgotten about the reasons as well.

“oh, yn, hi there,” the squeaky voice of the girl called out. “i didn’t know you were here.”

you turned around to face them, watching her fake smile for a few seconds before looking at brian. he wore a borderline bored expression on his face, showing no sign of noticing anything wrong with the way he was just interacting with her.

“well, we did get here together,” you answered, your smile not reaching your eyes as you watched her suppress the need to roll hers.

“oh, brian didn’t say anything about that,” she spoke, her fake smile still shining.

your eyes travelled to the man, giving him a questioning look before he shrugged. “didn’t come up.”

didn’t come up your ass.

“yeah, we were just reminiscing, you know, about our past together.” she gave you a dramatic pout before moving towards him and settling so close to him that she could easily be wrapping her arms against his torso.

he didn’t move a muscle.

oh, okay.

that’s what he was playing at.

thankfully, his game didn’t have limited players.

“oh, well, have fun!” you smiled, raising your cup at them. “i’ll go reminisce too.”

you missed the way brian’s eyebrows furrowed as you left the room, your eyes zeroing on your target as you walked up to the group.

“oh, yn, hi,” kamden smiled from his seat, “what’s up?”

“nothing much, kammy,” you smiled, also greeting the rest of the guys before referring back to him. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

he stood up without question, letting you guide him to a more secluded area before asking what it was all about.

“brian is being a bitch and i want to be a bitch back,” you explained shamelessly, grateful that he actually knew what was going on.

“what is he doing?” he asked, a tint of amusement in his voice.

“being all buddy buddy with his ex,” you replied with annoyance, almost rolling your eyes.

“and that bothers you because…?” by the way he smiled, you could just tell where he was going.

“because everyone thinks we’re dating and i refused to be humiliated, much less by her,” you excused, eyes going to the kitchen to see if you would catch anything.

“and this has nothing to do with you being jealous?” he suggested, making you look at him as if you had been personally offended.

“don’t be ridiculous, i still hate him,” you scolded, making him retract. your eyes caught sight of brian going out of the kitchen, his ex behind him like a leach as he scanned the room.

you moved your gaze towards kamden again. “sorry for using you this way, but i need you to look more or less like you want to devour me right now.”

a small chuckle fell off of kamden’s lips. “don’t worry, i have some experience with that one.”

you didn’t even have to fake how flustered he was already making you feel.

it was wrong, though. because even when you had the guy you had drooled for for so long talking to you, you knew things were different. because both of you could see a brian shaped sign on each other’s foreheads.

“hi there, what’s this?” speaking of the king of rome.

brian walked up to the conversation with an unamused expression, arms crossed on his chest. he was livid, clearly. he had counted with many things about the party, had overthought everything about the way you both had been acting with each other lately. but his best friend flirting with you was not part of any of those worries even though it apparently should have been.

“nothing, just reminiscing of our past together,” you smiled cynically.

“oh really?” the tallest guy raised his eyebrows, eyes travelling to his friend. “is that so?”

kamden threw his hands up in surrender before walking away.

traitor.

“the fuck do you have to reminisce about?” he asked once the older boy was out of earshot, now seeming more upset than before.

“many things,” you assured, giving him a tight lipped smile.

“can i know what those things are?” as you looked at him you knew it was an order, not a question.

but since when did you answer to him?

“no, bye,” you waved and turned around, ready to leave him there when he took hold of your wrist, pulling you back to him.

even when the movement was harsh, his hold was still gentle enough not to hurt.

“where do you think you’re going?” he questioned, still holding on.

“to find my friends, don’t you have to go find your ex somewhere?” you snapped, yanking your wrist away from his hand.

“that’s what this whole thing is about? you’re jealous.” he let out a dry laugh, looking as if he couldn’t believe it.

“oh god, you wish,” you scoffed, moving away from him. “i’m not the jealous one between us.”

“and you think i am?” he asked, so visibly annoyed that it was beginning to make you mad as well.

“i’m sure you aren’t, but i’m gonna go find kammy and ask him.”

and that seemed to do it for him. his hand took yours as he began to wordlessly guide you through the crowd, gunning for the door.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, letting him walk with you while you tried to figure out what would happen next.

“we’re leaving.” he spoke, finally getting to the door and pushing it open.

“i’m not leaving, we just got here,” you protested once you were out of the house, stopping in your tracks.

brian turned back to face you, giving you one last look before grabbing your jaw and smashing your lips together. you couldn’t react for a few seconds as your mind screamed at you to stop him and go back inside, to not let him in.

but your body thought differently, clearly. your hands balled up his shirt as you let him pull you closer to him, finally kissing back.

brian groaned into the kiss when he noticed your response, only separating to duck down and throw you over his shoulder in an action that took you completely by surprise.

“what the-? brian, put me down!” you exclaimed as you tapped his back and moved your legs, only halting a couple meters away when he finally put you back onto the ground.

he didn’t give you time to question him before your lips were smashed together again, his arms moving to trap you against the cold metal of what you now recognized as his car. your hands moved up to circle his neck and bring him closer to you, far too immersed in what it was to kiss him to even think of the fact that you weren’t supposed to be enjoying it.

brian took his time to explore your mouth, his right hand sneaking to your waist so that he could feel the exposed skin on his palm as he pressed closer to you. however, you both needed air to continue breathing, unfortunately. and yet, brian wasn’t one to waste time. he moved to open the door of his car and climb in, moving his seat as far back as it went and situating himself. you looked at him a little confused until he spoke again.

“your ride is here, princess,”

and god, how you hated the smug smile he sported. good thing you could replace it with your own lips.

you climbed onto his lap without any more questioning, closing the door behind you and immediately joining your lips together again. his hands found their ways to your hips as he pressed you closer, mouth moving desperately against yours. your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it slightly when he made a particularly good move. his lips left your mouth to let you breath as they began ghosting over the skin of your neck.

“god, i hate you,” you mumbled as your eyes fluttered closed again, tilting your head to give him more access there.

“good to know, pretty,” he laughed softly, lapping at your skin with his tongue and making your entire body shiver.

“i’m being serious, brian,” you scolded, at least as well as you could when your brain was fuzzy from the way his hands travelled down to cup your ass.

“i am too,” he chuckled, gently nipping at the skin where it would definitely bruise. “i know you hate me, especially when you’re jealous.”

“i’m not jealous!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly without any intent of actually admitting it.

“sure, and what was that whole show inside?” he asked with an amused smile, looking up from the crook of your shoulder.

“fuck you,” you glared, not having any means to clarify anything else that could put your pride in danger.

“will you let me?” he asked softly, giving you a mocking smile.

god, since when had he become the prettiest sight on the planet?

“there’s no practice this time,” you warmed, really trying to hide the way the tip of your ears went red.

“stopped needing that long ago, it’s time for show and tell,” he smiled before kissing you again, his hands pushing down on you enough to create friction that ripped a small whine out of your lips, falling directly into his.

if making out with you had changed him, having angry sex in his car had formed an entire new trajectory for his life.

୨♡୧

“morning, princess,” you heard a voice mumble as you stirred awake. you rubbed your eyes before opening them, finding the face of none other than brian ho.

“morning,” you greeted, stretching your body on the bed like a cat before settling back onto the mattress you recognized as brian’s bed. “what on earth am i doing here?”

the boy chuckled as his hand travelled to the side of your face, caressing slowly as he looked straight into your eyes. “you were pretty spent last night so we agreed to sleep here.”

you nodded as images of the night before flooded your memories, making your body shiver and your thighs press together. “spent from what? it wasn’t that great.” you teased, just enough for him to take his hand to your thigh and give it a long squeeze.

“sure, you were crying and babbling for nothing.” his words made your cheeks flare up at the mention of your previous state.

“shut the fuck up,” you complained, grabbing a pillow and smashing his face on it.

he let out a small laugh and took the pillow away, growing closer to your face. “make me.”

and so you did just as he told you, joining your lips together as if you needed them like the air to breath. minutes passed between kisses and light touches until you were once again laying between the mattress and brian’s weirdly large body while his lips worked magic on your neck.

even with how fuzzy your brain was, there was something that you couldn’t make peace with. something too real and too present to ignore even when your fear screamed at you to just shut up, enjoy, and deal with the consequences of your own actions later.

“brian?” you called out between sighs, making him hum in response as he continued marking your neck. “i still hate you.” you could feel him laugh against your skin, leaving another kiss before muttering a small, “i know, i hate you too.”

those were words that had been exchanged entirely too many times between you, yet they still felt different.

“we have to talk about this,” you pushed, setting your hands on his chest and pushing him back enough so that you could see his face.

“we have a lot of things to talk about,” he said, moving down to steal a quick, soft peck on your lips, different from any other kisses you had shared until then. “but just one of them is worth mentioning right now.”

“what is it?” you asked, not being able to contain the need to press him closer and steal more kisses from him as you enjoyed the pretty view of him on top of your body.

“this,” he mumbled, kissing you deeply once more and pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth. “is mine.”

your body shivered at the sound.

“this,” he repeated the process, this time kissing your forehead more gently. “is also mine,” he assured, now nuzzling your noses together and closing his eyes. “no more fake claims, no more flirting with other people. this is us, and it’s really fucking real.”

his words flooded your senses as you finally realized what was happening. you were right all along, with the thought of him moving right by your side, forgetting all about the stupid rumors and his dumbass ex while he grew accustomed to having you next to him, hatred and all.

“good to know,” you smiled brightly up at him, pulling him closer to stamp your lips together in another kiss.

time continued to pass while you explored each other again, simply basking in the knowledge of how real everything was.

“wait, am i still flying out during break?” you asked, sitting up from your position laying on his chest.

“god, you’re so greedy,” he teased, also sitting up enough for his eyes to be at the same level as yours. “but yes, you are. i mean, you even convinced me, so if that’s not a good job i don’t know what is.”

relief washed through your body at the answer, making you lean down to peck his forehead with a smile.

“i do have one condition, though,” he spoke again, his eyes fluttering open as his big hand traced patterns on the skin of your thigh.

“what is it?” you asked softly, your eyes travelling around his face as if you wanted to commit his features to memory.

“i get to re-introduce you to my family as my girlfriend,” he smiled, although you could see the tinge of nervousness that flashed through his eyes.

“oh, and i’m the greedy one?” you chuckled with a small laugh, pushing his chest back so you could go back to your previous position. “i guess i’ll have to make that effort and tolerate you for a couple more years.”

brian let out a laugh and sat back up abruptly, letting your body fall on the bed before his hands attacked your sides with tickles that didn’t stop until you called him the best boyfriend in the world.

one based in hate and lies sounds like the worst relationship someone could ever have. but that wasn’t your case at all. lies and hate have to learn and evolve into truths and love as a test of resilience. when they’re proven to have effectively made that transition, they bloom like the prettiest of flowers.

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