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back to you – teaser

pairing: caleb x reader

summary: to caleb, you were the beginning and end of every thought, bleeding through the fickleness of youth and into the treacherous path of adulthood. you were the only dream he's ever had, but you weren't his, even if he'd always been yours.

themes: childhood friends to lovers, small town au, love triangle (ft. zayne), fluff, eventual smut, heavy angst, slowburn as fuck, astronomical levels of yearning, so much denial, the 'its always been you' trope, unrequited love, profanity, hurt/comfort, more tba because it just doesn't end lol

word count: 0.8k for the teaser (estimated 60k for the full fic because i have no self control)

lyns notes: this is me announcing that i am actually an angst writer. i have been planning this fic for a while now so i'm so excited to share the teaser<3 the formatting of this fic is inspired by the kdrama twenty-five twenty-one, and follows the characters as they grow up, which is another reason why its going to be a LONG one. i was initially just going to post it when it was finished, but i got too impatient and too excited about it so enjoy lol.

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i] six - four

Caleb stood next to you in the church pew, fidgeting with the ends of his shirt sleeves. You were just as restless as he was, picking at the netting on the skirt of your dress – one of those obnoxiously poofy ones that parents loved to put their little girls in. For once, your usually messy hair was combed and clipped back neatly, and he had to stop himself from tugging at it so that it would look normal again. 

“This is so boring.” You grumbled, your little voice barely reaching his ears over the organ music and choir singing. He nodded solemnly, turning around and glancing longingly at the doorway that led to the area behind the church. On Sundays, he was usually allowed to play outside with you while the mass went on, but this time, his parents had sat him down and explained that since he was now six years old, he had to learn how to stay quiet and sit through it instead. 

“You can go play.” He pointed out, making sure not to be too loud. You sulked.

“Not without you!” 

So you had forced yourself to stay by his side, even when it was clear you’d rather be anywhere else. Your grandmother was extremely impressed by your insistence and how quiet you had managed to stay up until this point. 

You might have been two years younger than he was, but you were his best friend. He had met you a year ago when he had first moved to this town, when his parents threw a small housewarming party and called all the neighbours. You lived in the house next to his with your grandmother, and from the moment you walked through that door and flashed him a toothy grin, he knew he was going to be your friend. 

“Then you’re going to have to deal with being bored.” He said matter-of-factly, settling for gently patting the top of your hair like you were a kitten. You huffed and stared at your feet before going on the tips of your toes in an attempt to watch what was going on in the front. Not that it worked, considering there was a row of adults right in front of you.

But Caleb was sitting at the edge, so very carefully, he leaned out, wanting a glimpse at the altar. His mother had told him that it was a special mass, and he could see why. In front of the altar sat two people—a lady in white and a man in a suit. 

A wedding! The bride looked beautiful with her hair done up in an intricate bun, and even he could appreciate the extravagance of her dress. He gently pulled you in front of him, helping you lean out so you could see, knowing you’d like the dress. 

Your gasp of wonder made him smile. “Caleb! That’s the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen!”

He wanted to laugh at how excited you were, but he knew that would earn him some disapproving looks. Instead, he nodded. You were practically buzzing, wanting to run out and up to the bride to take a closer look. 

“I wanna wear a dress like that.” You announced as the congregation sat down, perching yourself back in your spot next to Caleb. He hushed you gently, not wanting to get in trouble, but his eyes sparkled as he looked at you. 

“You get one when you get married.”

“When can I get married?”

“Thats a long time away, dummy,” he poked your shoulder, earning a giggle from you. Then you leaned into him as the priest began speaking again. 

“How long away?” It was a funny sight, a child asking another child such questions and expecting them to have all the answers. Still, Caleb pondered it as seriously as he could for a first grader, stroking his chin like he had seen his father do when he was thinking. 

“I don’t know. You have to be much older.”

You sighed dramatically, slumping in your seat. “I wanna get married.” 

Any adult witness to this conversation would have found it extremely amusing; your innocent earnestness was so endearing. You didn’t even fully understand the concept of marriage, but here you were, deciding it was for you simply because you wanted to wear a white dress. 

Well, if that was what you wanted, it was what he wanted, too. 

Caleb held his hand out, curling all his fingers into a small fist, except for his little finger, which he kept stretched out towards you. “When we’re both older, we’ll get married. Then, you can wear any white dress you want.”

Your eyes lit up. “Really? We can do that?”

He nodded with a grin. You wrapped your little finger around his and shook, buzzing with excitement over the thought. The childish reasoning and sincerity of this promise made it so much sweeter, your finger hooked in his as the two of you sealed the deal in the only way you could: a pinkie promise. 

“Deal!”

coming soon!