#// you're “invisible” and see the most popular girl in class looking at you more than once but you can't believe it so she bluntly confirms

[tintysun]

♪ You brush past me in the hallway and you don't think I can see you, do you? I've been watching you for ages ♪

Taylor Swift | I Can See You

[to-myalphonse]

Hello! I saw that you were taking Lyney requests. I wasn't sure how to go about asking but I figured it was worth a shot so here we are!

I've been feeling a little in the dumps lately, so I was wondering maybe some Lyney comfort? Perhaps reader is a bit of a 2 face around most if not all people and she (or whatever pronouns you wish to use) is worried that she can't make any real friends. She is very sure that if she was herself around everyone that they would run away, so before she slips up she cuts everyone off. Just for their own sakes. Perhaps Lyney doesn't take a liking to this?

Sorry i'm late, I hope you're feeling a bit better now :3

I was so focused on trying to perfect this, in the end it came out being a little longer than it was originally. I hope you like it!

New Fic for my Beloved Lyney, LETS GO!!!

Consider this a Part one because I did not fully write the rest of the Request

Expression part 1/2

You worked at one of the cafés in Fontaine. Usually popular figures such as Miss Navia, or Lady Furina would sometimes visit to have tea or breaks. As you were signing off for work for the day, your friends you had planned to go out with were waiting for you at one of the tables.

You were almost here about to go home when they asked for your help.

"That cute guy over there, do you think you could help us out Bestie?" They all pleased, giving you a sad look.

You only sigh in response.

"Really Name, you'll do it?" A group of girls sat around the cafe outside.

"Yeah, anything for you." You give a fake smile as they lean in to hug you.

"Thanks bestie, we appreciate it." One of the girls with long brown hair smiled. She pats you gently on the shoulder before pulling you into a half arm hug. Her scent of heavy perfume making your noise itch.

The other girls' cheap perfume hurting your nose.

"We'll see you later okay?" She smiles warmly as she retakes her position among the others. The conversation shifted once more as your presence became invisible to them.

A simple task was all that they asked of you, to introduce them to the young man sitting across from you all at the bar. Walking closer, his figure became more apparent. White hair with blue highlights, dark blue clothing, he seemed to be of higher class.

This might be a bit more difficult than you thought. Sighing, you took a step forward approaching his table. The serious look on his face al,ost making you back away. Instead you took a step closer.

"Yes? I can see you staring at me." He looks up from the goblet in his hand eyeing you down. His gaze dark as his eyes traveled over your figure. The aura he gave off an air of high demand.

"My friends over there wanted to ask if you're seeing anyone?" You ask quietly, mimicking friends your best impression of a pleading look. The man remained silent as he glances up at you. The blank look on his face remaining.

He frowns, turning his gaze to them and back towards you.

"I'm not exactly the best candidate for a partner." You hear one of the girls sighing and they listen in on your conversation.

"I see. Thank you for your time Monsieur.'' You walk off back towards the group. The calm energy that the Monsieur displayed changed into a more darker emotion. The background tinted slightly, random thoughts began to sprout up as close the distance.

" Name.. just what did you tell him?" One of the girls asked from the left. Not looking, you stare at the ground hoping she would leave you alone.

"Hey dumb ass she asked a question." One girl gripping on your arm trying to face you towards the group.

You freeze up, you were hoping this situation wouldn't happen again.

After pulling, other hands pulled hard until your face met the floor. Their glasses fell as you fell on top of it.

"I'm so sorry she's so clumsy.'' The girl from earlier who sent you to talk to the man spoke. The others circled you grabbing you while she talked to the man. One grabs your arms roughly helping you to your feet. Their hands guide you outside to a nearby alley way.

Small yelps echoed through the alley way as soon after the girls walk off leaving you alone.

"Just so we're clear you're out the group." The last girl stomped on your open wound hard before leaving.

Where did this go wrong? You acted the way they wanted you to.

You played the role of a good friend who helped them with their drama perfectly. How did this mess up? Slowly you made your way to your feet. As you put pressure forwardyou feel pain pricking your stomach. The you clutch your stomach that was slightly bleeding. Sighing you begin making your way back to the house.

As you walk pass through, some stop you concerned about what happened, others pointed and stared.

You assured them that it was fine and there aren’t any issues whatsoever.

Hopefully Lyney was busy with his performance at the Opera House tonight and he wouldn't be home. You can even imagine how upset he would be.

Unfortunately fate had other plans. Looking up from his hat, your boyfriend Lyney who was performing for a small group looked up making eye contact. The smile falling off his face almost instantly as he takes in your appearance.

"Everyone, I'm afraid that I'll have to cut this show short." He apologizes to the crowd and gathers his things as the crowd disperses disappointed.

You try to slip away as well only for his cat  to stop your path.

"Now Darling , where were you slipping off to?'' He stands next to you eyeing your injuries. His hat falling off his head as a medical kit is pulled out of his hat. He ushers you to a nearby beach as he cleans the wound and bandages you up. A small frown on his face as he saw the injury. Guilt ate you away as you sat in silence.

"Last time I saw you today you were fine, now you have injuries? I'm sure you didn't receive these from work did you?" He gives you a knowing look as he put his things back into his hat.

"Not exactly." Your face burns as you stare at the ground hoping he would drop it.

"Exactly? Or didn't."

"Well I messed up. I was delivering food and uhm I had a nasty fall from the water spilled on the floor.''

"If that were true your clothes would still be wet wouldn't they? It wouldn't have dried because you had a short shift today and you are clumsy so there's a chance you would've fallen back down." You sigh as he responds. As a magician you tend to forget he has a good eye for noticing small details like that. He turns, giving a soft look.

"Was it them again?"

"What no? You told me to stay away from them, remember?"

His eyes narrow, "Do you know how many time I told Freminet that it's not a good idea to do something and he does it anyways?'' He frowns glancing in the direction of the path Freminet usually takes.

"What did they do this time?" You relay the story to him about the man and the girls who you hung out with.

"They were upset since you failed to get that man's attention."

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong Nene." You sigh holding your hands together. He touched your shoulder trying to comfort you.

"Everytime I try to do what they want or act the way they want it always backfires. I tried to be their friend, I even tried to set them up."

"I think that's the problem, Rose." He takes your hands facing you towards him. His hat is sitting on the bench next to you.

"Why are you changing yourself for others who don't even care about you?"

They found you boring to be around the last time you showed them your actual self. Sometimes all you did was hold their luggage and they ignored you. They'd only remember you if you were involved in their drama.

So instead of trying to act like yourself, you shrunk to fit their standards hoping it would be different.

So how did it go back to being like that?

"Well." You stutter in being unable to word anything else.

"Do you feel like you have to shrink yourself to fit next to me?'' You look up surprised.

"No! I feel comfortable being around and telling you things to you." He smiles, squeezing your hands.

"But you're my lover so that's different."He sighs, pulling out a pack of cards out of his coat pocket.

"Even when we were acquaintances back when we met you never did." He messes around with his cards that he re-shuffles.

"You were funny and you made me laugh.'" He shuffles the card pulling out one with his face and one with yours.

"My magic acts made you laugh?" He snaps his fingers as your card changes form.

"No, that's what drew me in. I feel at ease thanks to your stories and the adventures you take me on, and  you constantly involve me in your conversations with your siblings. The card transformed into a miniature doll of you and him.

"How'd you do that?" He smiles just holding out his doll to you.

"This is something I do for Freminet whenever he's nervous. I feel like a good luck charm would help you with your anxiety." You eye the doll that had his appearance. There was a small etching on the back of it. 

"Whenever you need me, squeeze the doll and I'll give you some courage." Very corny but it caused a laugh out of you.

"Really Lyney?" She smiles at the small doll in her hands.

"You're feeling a bit better I see." He leans over kissing you on the forehead.

You blush as you pull him into a quick hug. The aroma of rainbow roses hits your nose and immediately makes you feel at ease.

"I think you should drop those girls and try to find someone different. The longer you're with them, the more your mental health will be dragged down.

You nod, pulling away from him.

Days later

Before you could even speak to those girls again, they vanished from your hang out spots, almost if they never existed. No longer phased by them, you shrug continuing on about your day until you run head first into someone.

"Ow ow!" A Kamera dropped next to you along with a few papers.

"Here." You hand out the papers to the pink haired girl who apologized.

"Sorry Miss." The girl in the red clothing gathered her things.

"Oh! Aren't you Magician Lyney's Significant other? Is it okay if I can interview you about his performance?"

You frown, eyeing her uniform. The Steambird, just your luck the press wanted an interview.

"Did he make you that doll that's adorable." She points out the Lyney doll hanging around your purse backpack.

"He made it yesterday after his performance." She smiles letting you speak.

"I wasn't aware that Monsieur Lyney knew how to make dolls." You laugh along feeling comfortable with her conversation.

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[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

01 - You’re Familiar

This chapters songs:

Daughter Of A Cop; TV Girl

I Hope To Be Around; Men I Trust

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi; Radiohead

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— Y. L. Perspective

My breath got louder and louder each second I ran. With my bento box hitting my hips, bag tossing around, and my skirt flying up, there was no way things could get any worse.

But luckily just around the corner, I spotted students climbing onto it, which made my feet run even faster.

Near late on my first day? Damn, Y/n, way to start your year.

   Just then, I heard the sharp hiss of the engine, sending me faster towards the vehicle than I had been pacing myself before. But still, the driver was ignorant, obviously not caring how much I needed this. It wasn't like my parents would take me anyways.

"WAIT..! PLEASE WAIT!" I started on the side of the bus, running side to side with the wheels. After a few seconds of loud disruption, it finally stopped. The break was hard, and students inside were heard making remarks of protest.

Sure, I felt bad for the people who had to get a brake check, but I on the other hand was completely out of breath and near dead. Couldn't they spare me?

"I'm, I'm so.. I'm so sorry I.." My breath is short, and loud while I breathe in and out, trying my best to try and explain my tardiness to the driver. He simply sighs, gesturing for me to seat myself already.

While I stumbled down the aisle, I received a few weird glances from fellow students. Some familiar and some new. I couldn't tell if it was because of my reputation, or because I looked like a hot mess. Either way, it was too early in the morning for one to give a damn. And so, I seat myself next to another student, finally resting from the marathon I had just run.

I sighed, rolling my head back, and placed my fingers on my temples. 'I probably look like a mess right now.' I thought, letting out a huge sigh. Once I sat my fingers back down onto my lap, I observed more of the people I was surrounded by.

Some third years I was familiar with, a few that wouldn't dare speak to me, and some that were strangers. Other second and first years I didn't know at all; throughout high school, I thought it'd be best to stay hidden and introverted, especially if I were to become popular in the music industry. Lots of young stars still went to school, and usually got dirt easily thrown onto their title and that's exactly what I would avoid this year.

Bringing me back to reality, I capture a peek coming from the boy I was seated next to. He had fluffy gray hair and seemed just as tired as me. But the bus was so dark, I couldn't completely make out his features.

"Something wrong?" I said to him.

He jumped a little, adjusting his eyes back down to his phone. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just- I think I know you from somewhere."

"Lots of people know me, buddy—" I lifted my head, facing him. 'Hey, this guy does pretty familiar. But there's no way I'd forget a face like his. Then again, I have the memory of an 80-year-old woman.' I think to myself, examining his features in an awkward mood.

"Wow, it is you. (Y/n), it's been quite a while!" He smiled widely, reaching a hand out to me. I only froze, too confused to comprehend the situation. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you're doing well!"

"I-Im sorry?" I question, wondering why a stranger would confront me this way. But something was off— I knew him, I just couldn't remember where from. Maybe from previous classes, or from a concert?

He turns slightly, growing a smile on his pale face. "I was trying to figure out if it was you or not, but it is! It's great to see you're better. How are you?"

"Who are you?" I ask back, a bit frightened.

"Uhm, well, I sat next to you in math class during my first year. Remember? I was a little ditzy, kind of annoying, I never shut up about volleyball..?" He asks, hoping to get a hint of nostalgia. "Come on, you've gotta recognize me, right?"

"Wait, Sugawara!" My finger jumps out, pointing to his sitting figure. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognize you! It sure has been quite a while. But I definitely remember you, now! You were one of the people who talked to me during my first year.. thanks for that. Anyways, how've you been?"

"I think that's my line, L/n." Suga pats my shoulder, then places his hand onto his lap. "You've changed so much! I've gotta know how you're doing!"

"I-I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing in your perspective, but thanks anyway. I've been doing just fine." I explain before a yawn escapes my mouth. Sure, this conversation was energetic, but I certainly wasn't.

"Again, so very sorry for being so forgetful. I don't remember much from first year, especially not anything in math, but I sure do recognize you now." I say, hoping my rudeness from before wouldn't have any effect on how he viewed me. Not that I cared, of course.

Luckily, Sugawara was forgiving that day. With a wide grin, he replies, "No need to apologize. People change drastically during high school; we're no exceptions. Although, I would've enjoyed being mutuals with you throughout most of it! I wonder why I haven't seen you around until today... I believe the last time we had talked was around the last day of first year."

"Yeah, we didn't have any classes together. If we had, I'm sure we would have stirred up a discussion. You seem very kind. " I gently smile, rubbing the nape of my neck. I tend to forget any bad memories, and the beginning of high school sure was a fat one.

"What a shame, you too seem wonderful.." He comments, gazing towards me for a split second, before reverting his focus. "A-anyways, it's a bit of a surprise I saw you here. Have you always ridden the bus? I usually take it in the mornings as well."

"I've actually just moved into this neighborhood. My parents work more hours than ever, so they decided it's best if I'm closer to school so that I can get to school and back quickly." I explain, tapping the sage green bento in my lap, before setting it on my side.

Sugawara nods, understanding the circumstances. "That makes sense. I'm sure you'll enjoy it now that you've got a friend in the neighborhood. Although, a girl like you must be quite familiar, right?"

'Is that intended to be disrespectful, or am I just tripping?' I think to myself, asking him to spell out the meaning of that remark. "I'm sorry, what? A girl like me?"

"Oh, crap! I didn't mean that to sound rude— I meant because of your band! I understand you guys are the talk around school, considering you're getting pretty popular in the field."

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, preparatory to my correction. "Oh, my band. I'm not sure I necessarily make friends, more like connections and acquaintances. Only a couple of students know about the band, and usually just the down-low ones. But enough about me, what about you, hm? I assume still volleyball obsessed."

I had obviously steered in the wrong direction with our conversation, for Suga's aura quickly altered at the mention of the sport. "Eh, I'm not as excited about it as I used to be." He says, along with a hint of dissatisfaction in his raspy voice.

"No way. What happened to cheerful Sugawara who asked me, the lamest, to join the girls' team?" I ask, hoping a bit of that childish personality was still inside the older version of Suga. The one which was taller, more masculine, more of a man than before.

"Honestly, can't tell you. 'Teams has been a mess ever since I've joined." He leans back in his seat, stretching his arms out, before placing them around his neck from behind. "We're hanging on my a very thin thread."

"Dang, that really sucks. You never know, things can always turn out better." I say, doing as he did, and resting against the leather seats.

"Yeah, of course. I guess it's pretty hard to keep going after so many fails, haha." A sad chuckle leaves his mouth, as he sighs.

"Anyway, nice talking. I'm outta take a quick power nap; I barely got sleep last night. Mind waking me up when we get to school?"

"Yeah, of course," Sugawara replies. With that, I'm left with laying music in my ears like always, and nodded off to slumber.

—

"Hey, sleepyhead. We're at school," I hear someone say, feeling a tap of a cold finger on my nose. Almost immediately, I shoot up from my position, standing directly above Sugawara while students leave the bus with their bags, having loud discussions of excitement. Was there anything more embarrassing than falling asleep on someone who ghosted you as a friend?

"Dear God, I'm terribly sorry." I panic, brushing down my blue skirt. "That happens on rides, it was a mistake."

"Oh, it's no big deal! Don't worry—" Suga chuckles, standing up from sitting. But before I could let him talk anymore, I started making my way towards the exit of the bus.

"Uhm, I've gotta go! Great talking, though. I'll catch you later, have a good day," I mumble, before frantically leaving the vehicle. 'What a morning.'

— K. S. Perspective

Before I could grant Y/n a polite goodbye, she'd disappeared in just a few seconds. But even so, the measly to,e I'd discussed with her was quite enjoyable. I couldn't believe how much she'd changed.

Long ago, the beginning of high school, Y/n was the type of girl you could barely see, as if she were invisible. I think the only reason I ever even noticed her was because we were seated next to each other in math class, and she immediately caught my attention. But thank goodness I had at least tried making an effort to talk to her, or else we wouldn't have had our conversation this morning. But it wasn't her fault she was so gloomy; supposedly she had lost someone close to her the year before.

Although our talk was brief, it still meant a lot to me. Especially since I was informed that she was finally happy. Looking down at the seat she used, there was a small box with a handle at the top, and a few anime stickers covering it.

'Is this what was making that loud tapping noise on the way here?' I asked myself, examining the box more. Small initials marked 'Y.L.' We're at the bottom, informing me it was Y/n's. At first, I considered handing it to our bus driver, but for the few years I've known him I learned he doesn't return lost things. And so, I leave the bus with it in my hands, ready to start my morning.

"Suga!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up, I see my friend, Daichi, and another fellow behind him, Tanaka. The two of them jog towards me, with their scarfs unfolding in the wind. Both I had met in volleyball, and they've been my buddies ever since.

"Hey, Sugawara!" Tanaka exclaims, roughly slapping my back. The bento tosses in my hands, thankfully not spilling onto the floor. Unfortunately, he notices the box and snatches it right out of my hold. "Wow, feeling a bit girly, are we?"

I laugh in response, quickly taking it back. "It's not mine, it belongs to the person who sat next to me today. Hopefully, if I see her again I can give return it."

"Hopefully?" Daichi teases, as we all begin our walk towards the school doors. "Do you know her name?"

"Yeah, her name's Y/n. Know her?"

He lights up at the mention of their name, replying "Oh, I know her! That girl you never shut up about I in first year, correct?"

"Ha, yeah."

Tanaka doesn't understand, digging deeper into the situation. "What?! I've never known good ole' Suga to genuinely have feelings for a girl, unless it was some fling."

"I don't! I used to. There's a difference." I say, as we enter the building.

"If she rides your bus, then why don't you just give it to the driver? She'll probably go looking for it later at the end of the day. That is unless you wanna see her again.." Daichi teases me.

"You see, I would. But the bus driver is sort of a thief, and this girl has had a rough morning as it is. I just wanna be nice." I explain to him. Though a part of me did want to see her again and hope that we could talk longer than we did before.

"Sure you do," Tanaka says, patting our backs. "Listen, this is my stop. I'll catch you guys at practice?"

"Sure thing, bye." We say our farewells, and make our way towards the third-year halls. "What about you, Daichi? Got anything exciting happening this hour?"

"If stressing about volleyball counts, then yes! Most definitely.." He says, clearing his throat. "Watch, like, two people show up."

"Actually, Kiyoko informed us in the group chat that we've got at least four! That's better than last year, right?" I try my best to cheer him up, but it only made him even more nervous. I couldn't blame him. Too much was even more of a burden, but too little was a disappointment and would leave us exactly where we left off.

"It's okay, Suga. I have a lot of faith in our team. I know it's been rough lately, but as long as we try our best, we'll work this out." Daichi smiles, turning towards a separate hallway than mine. "I'm off to homeroom. See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya!" I'm left by myself, giving me more time to focus on what should happen today. - 1st, I have to go through each class and say hi to a couple of familiars, and hopefully not see anyone I've had a conflict with.

- 2nd, I had to give Y/ns bento back to them, but that could only happen if we happened to have a class with each other before, or if we had the same lunch.

- 3rd, volleyball tryouts were this afternoon. I had to make sure and represent myself as a role model, and make it clear I was vice-captain. I wanted nothing more than for the new players to feel safe.

But internally, I knew none of those plans would work out. Especially if I wasn't focused on them. Currently, all I could think about was Y/n, and how refreshing it felt to be around her again. When I was first around her was at the same time when things in my life started to fall apart, and my little crush on her made me feel better about it all. I guess you could say she was my comfort corner, even if she talked to me only once or twice during the week. And sometimes on her bad days, I would be able to at least get a laugh out of her, even if it meant making a complete fool out of myself.

All I wanted was for her not to harm herself or feel lonely, which took a quick turn towards me once the year had ended. Not only had my thing for her end, but my family soon fell apart after my mother had passed away. Of course, I still had my responsibilities like volleyball club and helping my younger sister and my father get through it. But it seemed that everyone would do their own thing, so I did the same. And for a while, I was lonely and didn't cope with the loss very well. Just like Y/n, I distanced myself.

This went on throughout my entire second year of high school, while she on the other hand started to get her life together. She started her band, made and covered a couple of songs, and finally healed from her hard year. Honestly, I didn't even really believe that she was in such a good state, but I was proven wrong today. Ultimately, she truly inspired me to pick myself up and start fresh. And now that she popped up so suddenly, I was back to square one.

'It's been a while, Y/n'

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HEYYY SHAWTYYYS.

Give me notes.

SO, I've finally rewritten the first chapter of my fanfiction!! It took a while, but I did it. If you didn't know, I started this story about eight months ago, and I had no writing experience. Now that I'm reaching the climax of this story, I decided I should edit the chapter, especially since they sucked ass! Nothing much was changed, just far more detailing and extra feelings.

Overall, thanks so much for reading the first chapter. Please vote if you enjoyed it!! It helps others know that it's worth reading. And if not, no worries. Thanks anyways. I love you all so much!

- your friendly Suga simp

[jimlingss]

Oooh! Fluffy seokjin drabble with "you're cute in glasses"?? Cuz he actually has a really strong prescription but he won't wear glasses cuz he says he can't be confident in them, which is ridiculous cuz he'd be 11/10 wearing a potato sack. I mean he pulled off crocks with spongebob stickers on them?? And also glasses r super attractive?? Or maybe that's just me and my glasses kink. Anyway sorry I'll stop rambling now

Past the Frames

↳ College!Au “You’re cute in glasses”

Words: 1kGenre: Fluff

Kim Seokjin is confident. Obnoxiously so as he constantly flaunts around with his flamboyant nature.

He’s not very fun to observe - predictable and always calm. While sitting in the back of the lecture, you find it more enjoyable to eavesdrop onto the dramatic conversations, more or less a soap opera in your ears. But Kim Seokjin is amusing in his own way - his best moments are definitely the rare occasions when you catch him flustered.

You can count his embarrassing incidents on one hand; when he winked at a classmate and they actually winked back, when he was wearing a beanie for the first time and that one day when the girls told him straight to his face ‘you’re handsome’ with the utmost sincerity.

Every time that he feels shy, his broad shoulders scrunch together as he downcasts his head, focusing eyes onto the ground. A tiny smile appears on his plump lips as he tries his best to suppress it but ultimately fails. In that moment, the tall man always seems so small…easy to hug and his bold resolve has melted down into softness. Frankly, it’s…adorable.

Hence, you’re always observing him, despite being bored most of the time, waiting and waiting….just for the tiny sliver of time when he is flustered.

“Uhh-..umm..excuse me.” You’re tapped on the shoulder by a stranger, reverie shattered as your professor continues rambling at the front of the room. You turn your head unknowingly, only to have your eyeballs bulge from their sockets.

Kim. Seokjin. Is. Sitting. Right. Next. To. You.

Holy shit.

You were so focused on staring at the wall earlier that you didn’t notice the students shuffling around and who took the seat next to you. Now, you’re idiotically ogling him with a wide open mouth, practically waiting for some sort of bug to land on your tongue.

“My…pen.” He points to your shoes where his writing utensil had somehow rolled in between.

“Oh.” You ungracefully flip your torso downwards, panicking and frantic to grab his pen. After grabbing it successfully between your fingers, you hand it back to him.

“Thanks.” He mumbles.

You expect him to turn back in his seat, continue to listen as try your best to slump down and fade into the background. Unfortunately for you, Kim Seokjin continues to stare at your profile. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

You shake your head furiously. God. You just want to be left in peace, be invisible like a ghost for the rest of eternity. All your life, you’ve done nothing but happily observe; an audience member to the mess of people’s lives. The last thing you want is for Kim Seokjin, a popular and outgoing guy, to find interest in someone like you. The last thing you want is for your peace to be disrupted.

“Wait…” Jin rubs his chin with a frown. “Didn’t we have class together last semester? And the semester before that?!” His eyes light up and you pray the professor will shoot him a glare to quiet him down. The wish is unanswered, your professor continuing to blabber on about the subject, not even glancing at the students. “Yeah….you’re…Y/N!”

“Yup.” You laugh awkwardly. There goes your cover.

From now on, it’ll be significantly more difficult for you to watch him without being caught.

With a defeated sigh, you finally turn your head to look at him and when you do, your mouth draws open once more. “Oh.” A whisper of surprise leaves your throat. “Glasses.”

He averts your gaze, downcasting his head to the desk, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of red. The corners of his lips turn up in an embarrassed smile as he tries to suppress it.  Kim Seokjin is flustered - right in front of your eyes.

It’s heaven’s miracle.

“Yeah. my contacts expired….and I hadn’t gotten a chance to get new ones.”

Without realizing, a timid murmur emits from your mouth. “It’s nice.”

“Really?!” His orbs shine as he bolts his face upwards. It’s as if no one’s told him before that he looks incredibly attractive with spectacles, you dare say even more so than usual. “I’m not that confident in them…” Jin blushes under your gaze. “Uhhh…Y/N?”

“Hmm? Oh. Uh, sorry.” You clear your throat awkwardly. “No, you’re fine in them.”

He melts into a soft, sheepish smile. “Thanks.” After a pause, he parts his lips. “You know we should get coffee some time or since exams are coming up if you want to….” He slows down, each word being drawn out with a frown. “…study together.” He waves a hand in front of your blank eyes. “Y/N? Is there something on my face?”

Oh lord, you inwardly groan with a strong desire to smash your forehead against the wall. Twice in one conversation you weren’t listening, purely staring at his cute face. You’re just thankful you haven’t been caught. Or maybe he’s realized and hasn’t mentioned it for the sake of your own embarrassment.

“No….no.” You shut your eyes for a skipped heartbeat, exaggerating a tight lipped smile. “I’m..tired, that’s all.”

In that second, you’re saved. Everyone begins shuffling their things, getting up to leave. The minute is up, class is dismissed. You quickly shove your notebook closed, throwing it into your bag. “Well, it was nice talking to you, Seokjin. I’ll see you later.”

He grins at your frenzied actions. “Yeah…I-I’ll catch you around.”

You walk a few steps away before abruptly turning around. It wouldn’t completely hurt to let the honest truth come out. “By the way….you don’t have to worry.” He looks up at you, blinking twice in confusion as he freezes from opening his backpack.

“You’re cute in glasses.”

The next times you see Kim Seokjin in class, he’s made a permanent residence in the seat next to yours. He greets you with a beaming smile, loud and as usual, self-assured. Your days of observing are over. His sudden interest in you leaves you bewildered; more importantly, you’re not so sure why and it’s not that you mind in the least bit but he continues to wear his glasses.

Everyday without missing a beat. Despite his contacts being perfectly fine, hidden in his bag.

Omg I can relate to your message. Despite wearing glasses myself and hating the shit out of them, I love guys in glasses. One of those guys include the infamous, worldwide handsome man….Jin.

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

03 - Music Room 3007

Chapters songs:

*Dagger; Slowdive

On The Level; Mac Demarco

F song; Strawberry Guy

^^^ when including * in chapters next to a song, that means it is a song that will be performed in the chapter.

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— Y.L. Perspective

      "Sunshine girl is sleeping. She falls in dreams alone," sings Toruku in a calming tone into a microphone, along with the strumming of a guitar. "And me, I am her dagger. Too numb to feel her pain."

     "The world is full of noise, yes. I hear it all the time. And me, I am your dagger. You know I am your wound." I join in, adding onto his

      The words we sang were truly upsetting. About a boy, a lover, who is aware he's hurting the girl he loves. I couldn't compare any relationship I'd ever been through to those lyrics.

      Although one had always caught my eye: "I didn't really lose you, I just lost it for a while." It was easy to automatically think of the boy I was duetting with when we covered this; for some time now, Toruku has had small feelings for me.

       One of the things that repelled me from a relationship with him was the idea that it would end horribly, and that it would potentially ruin our relationship.

      Not to mention how much drama that would cause for two other unproblematic teenagers who were only trying to make a living off of their talent: Hikishi and Giki.

      But today wasn't about what would happen between the two of us— today was her day.

     "I thought I heard your whisper, it happens all the time." And with that, the song is brought to an ending, followed by my gaze met with the blonde boy.

       "That was, once again, better than before. But I feel as if it's missing something." He explains, as he removed the wooden instrument from his arm and leaned it against the bean bag he sat in.

       Music room 3007 contained the following: I couple of bean bag seats, a coffee table, a vending machine, almost every instrument in existence in an extra storage room, tools used to record and analyze music, and posters + records we kept throughout the years.

       Truth is, music room 3007 wasn't even really a part of the school anymore. Sure, it was still on maps and the district still paid the electricity, cable, and water bill. But barely any students or teachers paid much attention to it, for it was stuffed behind the gyms, which were two large buildings that would block out any view of the smaller one that stood behind it.

      'I hope Sugawara won't have any problem with finding this place.' I think to myself, as I stand from the chair to turn the camera and microphone off.

      We would set up different amps, microphones, and cameras when recording a cover of a song. This time, it was a basic acoustic from 1993, named 'Dagger' by Slowdive.

     After turning it all off, I plop back onto the cushion. "I think we've don't this quite enough times already, 'Ruku. We should upload it already and get on to the second song. I mean, we've been here a whole hour trying to perfect 'Dagger'." I say, removing my uniform's blazer, and throwing it across the coffee table. Next came my tie, and I unhooked the first two small buttons of my white collared shirt. The music room got hot when so many electronics were in use.

     "Maybe you're right. We should probably get onto another song." He replied, running his hands in the bridge of his nose and down his neck.

      I quickly stand up from my chair and stand behind him, leaning onto his shoulders. "I think you're just tired. Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go home?"

      Toruku runs a hand up my arm, patting my shoulder, then sighs heavily. I couldn't imagine how tired he must be after today. His thoughts must've been wearing him down. "Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I don't wanna leave you all alone."

      "No need, Sugawara will help me get home, remember?" I ask him, followed by a moan of protest. It worried me that Sugawara and Toruku most likely wouldn't get along, especially since both seemed so compatible at first.

      Both his hands leave mine and lay in his lap. "And what's with this Suga guy, Y/n? Is he your buddy?" His voice echoed through the band room, stabbing the back of my brain while I think for an answer that wouldn't sound suspicious. I would say no, but who knew what the future could hold.

"I dunno. But he means no harm! At least I think so.." Tired from squatting, I lift to stand on both feet properly. Toruku slides his hand away from my figure and brings it towards his face. It covers his mouth as he once again sighs. "You seem tired after today, Ruku. Is it because of Moku?"

Hopefully, I hadn't overstepped any boundaries with what I had said. Hopefully, I was remotely correct about why he looked so down. "Yeah, it is. I won't act as if it doesn't bother me because I know it bothers you too. Although it's been three years, I still feel very guilty for going on without her."

'At least he knows I'm here with him.' I thought, moving to the bean bag I had been in just a few moments ago. By her, I meant Torukus passed girlfriend, and my best friend: the reason I practically stopped living at the age of fifteen. Honestly, Toruku and I weren't even really that close. I knew her as her boyfriend and he knew me as her best friend. And as close as we were to her, we were never friends. Moku's death only brought us closer to each other, stirring up the beginning of a rock band.

      "I know what you mean. I do. Thankfully, this birthday of hers went better than the last two, wouldn't you say?" I ask, leaning on my elbows that sat on my knees.

      "Definitely. The previous ones all ended up in fights and long makeups. I guess we're just more laid back about it now," He explains, getting up from his seat, and browsing the instruments that were hung on the wall. His fingers wrap around his belt loops as he stands. "I feel bad for getting over her so quickly."

       "I know exactly what you mean. Never forget that I'm right here next to you, Toruku. That we've gotten through this together instead of alone. Although I wish you had talked to me more when it had first happened, I was all alone!" I chuckle at the last part, even if it wasn't funny at all. "I think the life we made out of our relationship has turned out for the better. Look where we are now: moving to American in about a year to sign to a label. Wouldn't she be proud we've gotten so far?"

      "Maybe you're right," Toruku says, leaning against the back wall. His hair danced over his eyes barely, as they stared right at me. "Maybe you should hit up Toru and Hajime, ask how they're doing. They went through this too, you know."

      "Yeah, I know. I haven't because I'm afraid of what they'll say, or if they even say anything at all. They're both a part of a very different social class after all. If anything, I'll probably get a simple thumbs up on my message." My voice grows low, expressing my tiredness from this conversation already.

      Toru and Hajime were two other people that used to be in my friend group with Moku throughout our childhood. Both were loud and expressive and played volleyball, but they were also very kind and friendly towards Moku, Toruku, and me. Once middle school had started, the five of us grew closer and closer by the second. We joined volleyball clubs, hung out at our houses practically every day, and grew popular throughout the years. But once Moku had passed, we all fell apart. She was what held us together after all.

       Both Hajime and Toru decided to go to another high school, and Toruku and I went to another. After that, we hadn't heard a single word from them.

      "It's worth a try, Y/n. We wouldn't want to seem inconsiderate." Toruku says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets, as well as a lighter. After lighting one, the smoke leaves his mouth slowly, as he continues. "I wish you would at least try to make amends between them. You were closer to them than I ever was."

     "I'll try. Just not now."

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       After another hour of practice with Toruku, the two of us stood silent on our phones while we waited for Sugawara. Something told me that he had gotten lost. Either that, or he just forgot about me, which I wouldn't blame him for.

       But right when I was about to tell Toruku that we should go home, a message from an unknown number had shown up on the top of my phone screen that alarmed me.

      [Text Message: ###-###-####]

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on the school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

     [Reply to ###-###-####]

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

       After the second the message gave me a preview, I fully entered the screen. It had a profile picture, but not a contact name. Although, that was my very first-year-like of me to be irresponsible. [Sugawara] read the title after I'd edited it, and nothing more. Only a few brief messages that we had just sent to each other.

Sugawara

  

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

Actually, right number! But seriously... I have no idea where the hell you are. Is it off-campus? I might just cry if I don't figure this out. I've been at it for a solid ten minutes.

Ten minutes?? Damn boy, you could've just asked to meet me in the cafeteria or something. Toruku and I have been waiting here for a while as well.

Sorry!!

No need to apologize.

- you have started sharing your location with {Sugawara}-

Thanks. See you in a bit.

      After discussing where I was hanging, I decided to look more into this saved contact. 'Had I really been so close to him as to have discussions with him?' I think as I decide to read a few more messages above our most recent convo. They only consisted of homework answers, tutoring questions, and a few more comments about school festivals and such. A good ten invites to a volleyball game were stored in there as well. I hadn't realized how much he had meant to me just two years ago. Time flies, taking most of your memories with you.

      A few more moments went by before a knock came upon the room's entrance door, as well as the voice of someone behind it. "Uhm— hello..? Is this the right room?"

     "No, go away," Toruku replies in a deeper, scarier voice as he shuffled towards the door to reveal Sugawara standing there alone with a frightened expression.

      Suga sighed, putting a hand over his chest while he smiled. "That gave me a heart attack." He says, fixing his eyes towards my sitting figure. "Ready to go?"

     I nod, lifting from my seat and stretching out my arms while yawning loudly. "God, I'm tired," I mumble to myself, gathering my bag and the tie and jacket I had taken off, before slowly walking over towards Sugawara. "Isn't it after practice? Shouldn't you be all tired and worked out?"

    "Oh, no. Today was only focused on the new players, which honestly didn't go so well." He explained, finishing with a soft chuckle. Though I could tell it was filled with disappointment, for the way he looked down on the floor was purely depressing.

      But quickly steered the conversation another way to distract him from it; that was the least I could do. "Oh, well, today it was just Toruku and me. But thankfully we just recorded some extra vocals so we didn't have to record the rest of the teams' jobs."

     Sugawara distracts himself, taking small glances around the room as I explain to him what we did. He observes the different colors and pictures on the walls, the furniture we helped ourselves to, and the instruments gathered onto the wall. "It looks quite comfortable in here. To be honest, I'm surprised that the school even lets you decorate this place all by yourselves."

       "They didn't, they just don't know about it. It's quite convenient if you ask me.." I mumble, shuffling from one foot to the other. What I said was no lie, we were truly blessed to have had a room to ourselves here on campus. If it wasn't for the band teacher who had shown it to us, we probably would've spent our practice time in a garage where there's no AC or comfortable floors.

      Meanwhile, Toruku explained to Sugawara the reasoning behind each decoration, I check the timing. It was 6:00 PM, just in time for my mother to get home from work.

      "Should we get going?" I ask the grey-haired boy, as he's brought back to reality. He and Toruku sharply turn, pausing their supposedly intriguing conversation, as he nodded to my question.

       "I guess so. Well, thank you for showing me this place, I never would've discovered it if it wasn't for you two." Sugawara states, bowing towards the blonde boy with a cigar.

      "Alright, I'll catch you later, Y/n. And it was nice meeting you today, Sugawara." After I have a small hug to Toruku and said my goodbyes, Suga and I were out the door.

      Our walk began with the two of us climbing down a few stairs, and jogging towards where the sidewalk actually began. From there on, it was easy getting towards the main part of campus, and walking home would be a piece of cake. For Sugawara, I mean.

       "So, do you walk home every day?" I ask, tightening my hands around my bento box. The silence between us rested heavily on my chest; not a single word left his mouth.

       But it may have been because he was stuck in his own little world, for soon after my question, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat. "Oh, no— not really. I only walk after practice when I stay late. But on free days, like in the morning, I ride the bus."

       Nodding, I explain my way of getting to and from school as well. "Me too. Well, usually my mother would drive me before school even started. Either that or I would ride my skateboard and hide it in some gutter. You know how angry the school gets about skateboards." I laugh, hoping he'd approve of joking with school rules. But knowing Sugawara, he probably already knew I bend some.

       "Ah, yes. That's convenient. But how far did you live before moving into [Neighborhood]? Surely not too far, right?" He questions, looking down at me for an honest answer.

        I widen my eyes at this, making my answer to his questions obvious already. "Uhm.. no! Just a mile and a half away, not a big deal.." My head turns the other way while I giggle at Sugawara's shock. It wasn't a big deal for me at all, I didn't mind getting the few extra steps in the morning. As for him, he must have not had to walk that far every day to understand. I didn't blame him for being so surprised. It wasn't every day you find someone who voluntarily walks that far.

      "Oh— that's.. that's a lot! I'm sorry that you had to do that. It must have been hell! But thankfully you have someone to join you on transportation, right?" Sugawara gives me side-eyes, as a smile appeared on his pale face.

      "Yeah.. you're right." My sentence runs low in the cold, shaking as I shift from the sidewalk to the road. The pavement felt hard and slippery due to the transition from winter to spring, yet it was still freezing outside.

      "You know... it was strange bumping into you today. To be honest, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I think that's just how you make others feel, you know?" My words come out abruptly, but I didn't mind. After today's long day all I wanted was one honest conversation.

     Thankfully, Sugawara felt the same I did. "Spending time with each other must have brought back lots of memories, even if they were small." He says to me, observing the way my feet jumped from the curb to the street.

      The feeling he brought was like a scent from years ago when you're a little kid. Whether you're reading by a window, or running through a meadow, you'd forgotten it ever even tickled your senses.

     "It's kind of strange. Even if we weren't best friends, you still meant a lot to me. I'm wondering whether or not you're still the same, and if that could be brought back." I explain, drawing out my arms to make a tree-like pose while I played hopscotch with the roads. The keychains that hung on my badge made a 'clunk!' noise against the ID, meanwhile, I discussed. "We've both changed so much, Sugawara."

       "You're right, we have. But for the better, you know? I think at the moment I'm mentally healthier than in the past year. And as for you, I think anyone can see that. I don't mean that your time of grief was a mistake, but I'm happy that you've been nicer to yourself."

       "Yeah, me too." My words stutter, interrupted by the loud engine behind me. Sugawara and I quickly turn towards the noise, widening our eyes at how close the vehicle was. Suddenly, an ear-piercing honk is signaled from the driver, and I'm quickly pulled from in front of the car to under a streetlight in one's arms.

       The action is hasty and happened in just a split second, but enough to save me from being run over. Barely comprehending what had just occurred, I freeze in place just like the slippery road. And as the car honks off, I'm left, once again, alone with Suga. Only this time, uncomfortably in his arms.

     Lightning travels down my back once I realize I was being held by a stronger, warmer body. Both my arms were being tightly held by his, and my body barely being separated from his by an inch. I stared right into his eyes, as he did so as well.

     "Y/n, you. you've got to be careful. Be careful."

      Sugawara's words ring in my ears, as I rapidly blink to regain consciousness. Immediately after, a scatter to search for my school bag, which was thrown only a few feet away from me. After retrieving it, I quickly stand onto my feet and turn to Suga, who's already prepared to continue our walk.

      "I'll be careful."

      With that, the two of us continue our journey towards home in silence once more.

      I've gotta be careful with Sugawara.

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