summary: “i’m not stalking you, exactly, it’s just that you accidentally put my sketchbook in your bag and i’m waiting for a good moment to steal it back before you see the drawings of you i did in it.” based on thispost.
pairing:renjun x reader
genre:high school! au
Renjun thumbed through the pages of his sketchbook, flipping through various sketches of you until he arrived at a blank page. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he gnawed at his lip in concentration as dark streaks started to appear on the pages. His hand flowed across the page, the rough outline of you starting to take shape. He continued on, looking up from his hunched position once in a while for reference even though he had drew you so many times by this point. The morning light streaming through the classroom window was hitting you perfectly, your hair framing your face in a way that made Renjun’s heart beat just a little bit faster. His cheeks pinked slightly, wondering what it would be like to run his hands through them -
“Renjun!” He startled, breaking out of his thoughts. Renjun’s wide eyes met his teacher’s by the board, raising an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner, “Would you bother explaining the differences between an oligotrophic, mesotrophic and eutrophic lake, please?”
“U-Uh…” he straightened in his chair, shifting the notebook closer to his body as he squinted at the whiteboard, “An oligotrophic lake has low nutrient concentration and organism growth, a eutrophic lake has high nutrient concentration and organism growth while mesotrophic lakes fall in the middle?”
“Correct,” his teacher narrowed her eyes, “Even though you may understand the material, Renjun, it would be beneficial if you kept your focus during classtime. Now sit with your partners, everyone – we’ll spend the rest of the time discussing our project.”
Renjun sighed in relief. His back slumped once more before he locked eyes with you from the other side of the classroom. You had stood up, grabbing your books and bags before making your way to him. He blushed in embarrassment, remembering that he had just zoned out in front of you, his partner and longtime crush.
“Morning!” You slid into the seat next to him, a bright smile on your face despite the early hours of the day. He slammed his sketchbook shut, hiding it behind the messy pile of papers and books strewn about on his desk before giving you a shy smile back.
“You’re cheery today,” he commented, toying with the corners of his biology notebook. You shrugged.
“Woke up on the right side of bed, I guess. I have a feeling something good’s going to happen today,” you turned to face him, “So, how are we going to make this self-sustaining terrarium?”
The class whizzed by, the both of you caught up in talking about the project. Papers were scribbled on and discarded, ideas crossed out and jotted down. The supposedly boring class of biology became more exciting as the both of you joked around and debated, planning on times to work on the project and who was going to keep and look after it. He couldn’t stop staring at you at times, a faint pink blush on his cheeks and a stupid smile on his face. Sure, he had drawn you a few times and more than his fair share of decent conversations, but the thought of being this close with you for the rest of the semester sent his heart fluttering a tad bit faster.
Before you knew it, the bell rung. Students were already packing their bags, ignoring the teacher up front reminding them of the project’s due date. Renjun himself was in no rush to stand up, wrapping up the conversation he had with you.
“What class do you have next, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Oh, algebra,” you shrugged, before freezing, eyes wide in shock, “Oh,algebra! The test!”
You sprang out of your seat, hurriedly shoving all your papers inside and grabbing all your books. Renjun watched with an amused eye as you waved goodbye at him, rushing out of class in order to spare a few minutes of studying. He looked down to his lap, biting his lip as he remembered the easy flow of conversation you two shared and how there were going to be more to come. One thing was for sure – biology was quickly turning to be his favorite subject.
Renjun sighed, head resting against his propped elbow. His hand cupped his cheek, right hand absentmindedly doodling a sleeping moomin on the pages of his book. His chemistry teacher ranted on about acids and bases, but it seemed like his brain had just upped and left, taking his interest in the subject with it. Jaemin sat next to him, looking at the teacher simply because he didn’t have anything else to stare at while twirling his pen absentmindedly in his hand. Struck with a sudden urge to draw you, he reached down to his bag and rifled around for the familiar leather cover of his sketchbook, failing to find it for the first time.
He straightened in his seat. Leaning fully to the side, he started searching for it with both hands. He took out all of his notebooks and large objects, staring at the now empty bag with shocked eyes and a panic-frenzied heart. No, no – this sort of thing only happens in movies, right? He groaned out loud (earning a few startled looks from his classmates) and let his body flop, banging his head against the table as he buried in in his arms. The one thing you weren’t supposed to see (ever) was now in your possession, tucked snugly in your backpack.
Something poked his arm. Renjun let out another small moan, wordlessly letting his arms drop uselessly to his sides as he turned his head to face a worried-looking Jaemin. He stopped poking the older with his pen, pulling it away from his arm and tapping it against the table unconsciously.
“You okay, bro?” Renjun closed his eyes and whined, burying his face in his arms once more before abruptly straightening and throwing his head back. He mussed his hair up in frustration.
“She has my sketchbook,” Jaemin’s brows only furrowed deeper, “The black one. She has it.”
“And?”
“You don’t understand, Jaemin,” he put both hands on the boy’s shoulders, shaking him, “She has my sketchbook. I’m going to die.”
Jaemin’s lip formed an ‘o’ of understanding. Renjun bemoaned his fate, glancing at the wall clock. Seven more minutes until class ends – it was too late to ask for a bathroom slip now. He would just have to wait until the bell rung before he had any chances of getting his precious sketchbook back. That was all Renjun had to do; wait.
Renjun couldn’t wait. He had zero patience at all, if any, which explained why it was his third time in the hallway right now when they were barely half an hour into class. His bathroom pass was slung over his neck like the picture of a model student, and he walked extremely slowly to the bathroom on the other side of the building, making sure to slow down even more when he passed by the physics classroom.
He spotted your figure, heart feeling a little lighter when he saw you diligent in your own work instead of rifling through his sketchbook. Of course, that was what you had been doing this whole time. His eyes zeroed in on your backpack, unzipped and filled to the brim with books and papers. He sighed in relief. At least with the amount of stuff piled in there, the chances of you actually noticing his sketchbook were slimmer than ever.
Instead, he focused on the way you looked up and down from the board to your work, biting your lip in concentration as you pondered over calculations. He was entranced with the way your hand scribbled across the page, listening to the teacher explain the workings of a rollercoaster intently. He was confused over how you sent his heart skipping a beat over doing normal, mundane things; tasks you probably didn’t even think twice about doing. He stopped questioning it a long time ago, instead letting his feelings flow through lead to paper.
You looked up from your book, eyes catching his in a heartbeat. You lit up, sending him a small, discreet wave. He stiffened, cheeks flushing like a deer caught in headlights. Shyly, he brought his own hand up in greeting, his awkwardness earning him a small laugh from you.
He saw you stop abruptly, looking up before bowing your head in shame and readjusting yourself in your seat. Confused, he looked up himself to see the angry face of the physics teacher, glaring daggers at him through the glass window of the door. Renjun gulped, taking a step back before spinning on his heel and turning tail out of there before the teacher could storm out and give him the scolding of his life.
His cheeks were still tinted a deep red by the time he reached his language arts class, both from the embarrassment of being caught by the teacher and the giddiness of being noticed by you. He bowed to the teacher mindlessly as he entered, putting his bathroom pass on the door handle. She eyed him with a concerned look on her face.
“You took long, Renjun – If you have diarrhea, don’t hesitate to go to the nurse’s office, okay?”
From the back of the class, he swore he heard Donghyuck cackle.
“Woah! You have a Snorlax!” Jisung snatched Chenle’s 3DS from his hands, the older whining in protest. The maknae tinkered around with it, hunching to the side and ignoring the arms of the 2001 liner around his body in an attempt to grab it back, “That’s so cool!”
“Yah, Jisung Park, give that back,” Chenle complained. Jisung ignored him, far too invested in the pokemon.
Renjun ignored their antics, pushing his food around with his fork. His knee hopped up and down restlessly, appetite gone as he pictured you flipping through the pages of his sketchbook and the drawings of you that decorated them. The rest of the Dreamies were fooling around; Mark was ignoring the small pellets of food Donghyuck sent flying from his tray, Jeno and Jaemin were conversing about their biology project while Chenle and Jisung were shoving each other playfully in their fight to obtain the 3DS. He craned his neck slightly and looked around the cafeteria, hoping to spot you eating or in line for food instead of looking through his precious sketchbook. You were nowhere to be found, though. He huffed out an irritated sigh.
“You okay, Renjun?” Mark glanced at him, brows furrowing with worry, “You’ve been acting kind of… weird. Jittery. Nervous. You get my point.”
Donghyuck snorted, “He has diarrhea.”
“Is that true?” The eldest’s eyes widened, “You should head back to the dorms, dude. Taeyong hyung just stocked up on our medicine-“
“I don’t have diarrhea,” Renjun cut in, sending a dirty glance at the troublemaker, “And I’m not heading back. I have some important stuff to do.”
“Like stalking (Y/N)?”
Mark’s head whipped around to face the younger, bewildered, “You’ve been stalking (Y/N)? Renjun-”
“I haven’t been stalking anybody! Mark, why are you believing everything Donghyuck says?” He let his body flop onto Jeno’s side, “She took my sketchbook and I need to get it back! This is a tragedy - I’m never going to live this down.”
“The one with all your drawings of her in it?” Chenle questioned, managing to wrangle his 3DS from the bluenette’s hands. Renjun rubbed a hand over his face, wanting nothing more than to melt into a puddle.
“That one.”
The eldest winced, “That’s harsh, dude. What are you going to do about it?”
“Just ask for it back, Junnie,” Jaemin commented, swiping a french fry from Jeno’s tray and popping it in his mouth, “Easy peasy.”
“Because everyone’s good at confrontation like you, Jaemin,” he stated, “I can barely hold a decent conversation without wanting the earth to swallow me up whole.”
“The solution’s pretty simple, then,” Jisung cut in, “Snag it the moment she leaves her bag alone.”
“That could work,” Jeno supplied, frowning all the while, “But I’m not sure-“
“Thatcouldwork! Jisung, you’re an angel!” With that, Renjun stood up and grabbed his tray, “I’m going to be home late. Go back to the dorms first without me.”
He was about to turn around and leave, but the sound of Mark calling out his name stopped him.
“Yes?”
“You don’t really have diarrhea, right?”
Donghyuck let out another loud cackle.
Renjun hid in the staircase beside the art room, waiting until the moment you would pass by. He knew you spent your time after school in that room, so he specifically chose to camp outside it and wait until you would go outside before taking his sketchbook. He’d been tailing you the entire day, walking behind you in the small, five-minute margins between classes to make sure you didn’t see any of his drawings. He also made sure to pass by your classes, only to see you diligent in your work most of the time.
Granted, there were a couple of close calls, but he made sure to hide between lockers or behind some pillars. It was a miracle you hadn’t even caught on yet – and he thought he was slow. Nervously, he pressed his phone’s home button, the digital analog showing the numbers 16:21. You would be here soon, probably. Unseemly thoughts swirled in his head; what if you needed to go home early? What if you didn’t go to the bathroom at all today? What if you had already rifled through his sketchbook and decided to head home to ponder how to reject him as harshly as possible or wonder about how much of a creep he was?
All of the thoughts in his head dispersed once he spotted you walking down the stairs, talking animatedly to one of your friends. He ducked down to avoid being seen by you, but kept it raised just enough to watch your moves. You waved goodbye to your friend, parting ways with a cheery goodbye. Renjun ducked his head down further. You were in high spirits; mouth upturned in a pleasant smile, steps light as you entered the art room. Carefully, Renjun made his way down the staircase and situated himself beside the lockers. His fingers gripped the small ledge of the wall, pulling himself up to peer through the windows.
You had put your backpack down on the table, stretching with your arms high above your head. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, spending a good minute standing beside the table staring at your screen. Just as he felt like you weren’t going to leave the room at all, you turned around and made your way to the door, all the while typing something.
Renjun turned around and pressed his body flat against the wall, trying to stay hidden. You passed by him without a cinch. He waited until you turned the hallway and an extra 5 seconds after that before slipping inside the art room, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible. After another check out of the window to make sure you weren’t returning soon, he made his way to the table you set your backpack atop of.
With a quick glance left and right, Renjun gingerly opened your bag and snuck his hand in. His hand bumped around your papers and books, wincing every time he heard the crinkling of your papers. He tried to feel the leather cover of his sketchbook, growing more frustrated with each passing second. After a few heartbeats, he pulled the flap up and peered inside. His hand grazed over a familiar texture, and with an internal leap of joy, he grasped the top of his sketchbook.
“Renjun? What are you doing?”
He froze. He dreaded turning around; you had caught him red-handed, hand still in your bag. You didn’t sound accusatory or hurt, though. Instead, your voice was laced with confusion. Face turned up in a wince, he imagined your expression right now.
“(Y/N)! F-Fancy seeing you here, haha,” he whirled around, laughing awkwardly as he pulled his sketchbook out of your bag and held it up beside his head, “I was – I was just, uh, this?”
You nodded slowly by the doorway, eyes locked on the sketchbook, “Will that also explain why you’ve been stalking me for the whole day?”
His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, “I-I wasn’t stalking you, exactly, it’s just that you accidentally put my sketchbook in your bag and I was waiting for a good moment to steal it back?”
“O-Oh,” you cleared your throat, blushing, “Sorry about that. Just tell me about it next time, okay?”
“Noted,” he looked down before looking back up at you, “Now that I’ve got this, I’ll just, um, go now?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you stepped to your side as he exited, watching as he turned around and waved at you.
“Thanks for this,” he gestured to his sketchbook, smiling bashfully at you, “See you tomorrow, (Y/N).”
“Get home safely,” you added. He nodded, whirling on his heel to walk down the hallway. Before he could get too far, however, you called out his name once more, “Renjun!”
He looked back at you. You smiled at him, eyes glinting with mirth, “I love your art style, by the way!”
Renjun really wanted the Earth to swallow him up whole now.
summary: “i’m not stalking you, exactly, it’s just that you accidentally put my sketchbook in your bag and i’m waiting for a good moment to steal it back before you see the drawings of you i did in it.” based on thispost.
pairing:renjun x reader
genre:high school! au
Renjun thumbed through the pages of his sketchbook, flipping through various sketches of you until he arrived at a blank page. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he gnawed at his lip in concentration as dark streaks started to appear on the pages. His hand flowed across the page, the rough outline of you starting to take shape. He continued on, looking up from his hunched position once in a while for reference even though he had drew you so many times by this point. The morning light streaming through the classroom window was hitting you perfectly, your hair framing your face in a way that made Renjun’s heart beat just a little bit faster. His cheeks pinked slightly, wondering what it would be like to run his hands through them -
“Renjun!” He startled, breaking out of his thoughts. Renjun’s wide eyes met his teacher’s by the board, raising an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner, “Would you bother explaining the differences between an oligotrophic, mesotrophic and eutrophic lake, please?”
“U-Uh…” he straightened in his chair, shifting the notebook closer to his body as he squinted at the whiteboard, “An oligotrophic lake has low nutrient concentration and organism growth, a eutrophic lake has high nutrient concentration and organism growth while mesotrophic lakes fall in the middle?”
“Correct,” his teacher narrowed her eyes, “Even though you may understand the material, Renjun, it would be beneficial if you kept your focus during classtime. Now sit with your partners, everyone – we’ll spend the rest of the time discussing our project.”
Renjun sighed in relief. His back slumped once more before he locked eyes with you from the other side of the classroom. You had stood up, grabbing your books and bags before making your way to him. He blushed in embarrassment, remembering that he had just zoned out in front of you, his partner and longtime crush.
“Morning!” You slid into the seat next to him, a bright smile on your face despite the early hours of the day. He slammed his sketchbook shut, hiding it behind the messy pile of papers and books strewn about on his desk before giving you a shy smile back.
“You’re cheery today,” he commented, toying with the corners of his biology notebook. You shrugged.
“Woke up on the right side of bed, I guess. I have a feeling something good’s going to happen today,” you turned to face him, “So, how are we going to make this self-sustaining terrarium?”
The class whizzed by, the both of you caught up in talking about the project. Papers were scribbled on and discarded, ideas crossed out and jotted down. The supposedly boring class of biology became more exciting as the both of you joked around and debated, planning on times to work on the project and who was going to keep and look after it. He couldn’t stop staring at you at times, a faint pink blush on his cheeks and a stupid smile on his face. Sure, he had drawn you a few times and more than his fair share of decent conversations, but the thought of being this close with you for the rest of the semester sent his heart fluttering a tad bit faster.
Before you knew it, the bell rung. Students were already packing their bags, ignoring the teacher up front reminding them of the project’s due date. Renjun himself was in no rush to stand up, wrapping up the conversation he had with you.
“What class do you have next, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Oh, algebra,” you shrugged, before freezing, eyes wide in shock, “Oh,algebra! The test!”
You sprang out of your seat, hurriedly shoving all your papers inside and grabbing all your books. Renjun watched with an amused eye as you waved goodbye at him, rushing out of class in order to spare a few minutes of studying. He looked down to his lap, biting his lip as he remembered the easy flow of conversation you two shared and how there were going to be more to come. One thing was for sure – biology was quickly turning to be his favorite subject.
Renjun sighed, head resting against his propped elbow. His hand cupped his cheek, right hand absentmindedly doodling a sleeping moomin on the pages of his book. His chemistry teacher ranted on about acids and bases, but it seemed like his brain had just upped and left, taking his interest in the subject with it. Jaemin sat next to him, looking at the teacher simply because he didn’t have anything else to stare at while twirling his pen absentmindedly in his hand. Struck with a sudden urge to draw you, he reached down to his bag and rifled around for the familiar leather cover of his sketchbook, failing to find it for the first time.
He straightened in his seat. Leaning fully to the side, he started searching for it with both hands. He took out all of his notebooks and large objects, staring at the now empty bag with shocked eyes and a panic-frenzied heart. No, no – this sort of thing only happens in movies, right? He groaned out loud (earning a few startled looks from his classmates) and let his body flop, banging his head against the table as he buried in in his arms. The one thing you weren’t supposed to see (ever) was now in your possession, tucked snugly in your backpack.
Something poked his arm. Renjun let out another small moan, wordlessly letting his arms drop uselessly to his sides as he turned his head to face a worried-looking Jaemin. He stopped poking the older with his pen, pulling it away from his arm and tapping it against the table unconsciously.
“You okay, bro?” Renjun closed his eyes and whined, burying his face in his arms once more before abruptly straightening and throwing his head back. He mussed his hair up in frustration.
“She has my sketchbook,” Jaemin’s brows only furrowed deeper, “The black one. She has it.”
“And?”
“You don’t understand, Jaemin,” he put both hands on the boy’s shoulders, shaking him, “She has my sketchbook. I’m going to die.”
Jaemin’s lip formed an ‘o’ of understanding. Renjun bemoaned his fate, glancing at the wall clock. Seven more minutes until class ends – it was too late to ask for a bathroom slip now. He would just have to wait until the bell rung before he had any chances of getting his precious sketchbook back. That was all Renjun had to do; wait.
Renjun couldn’t wait. He had zero patience at all, if any, which explained why it was his third time in the hallway right now when they were barely half an hour into class. His bathroom pass was slung over his neck like the picture of a model student, and he walked extremely slowly to the bathroom on the other side of the building, making sure to slow down even more when he passed by the physics classroom.
He spotted your figure, heart feeling a little lighter when he saw you diligent in your own work instead of rifling through his sketchbook. Of course, that was what you had been doing this whole time. His eyes zeroed in on your backpack, unzipped and filled to the brim with books and papers. He sighed in relief. At least with the amount of stuff piled in there, the chances of you actually noticing his sketchbook were slimmer than ever.
Instead, he focused on the way you looked up and down from the board to your work, biting your lip in concentration as you pondered over calculations. He was entranced with the way your hand scribbled across the page, listening to the teacher explain the workings of a rollercoaster intently. He was confused over how you sent his heart skipping a beat over doing normal, mundane things; tasks you probably didn’t even think twice about doing. He stopped questioning it a long time ago, instead letting his feelings flow through lead to paper.
You looked up from your book, eyes catching his in a heartbeat. You lit up, sending him a small, discreet wave. He stiffened, cheeks flushing like a deer caught in headlights. Shyly, he brought his own hand up in greeting, his awkwardness earning him a small laugh from you.
He saw you stop abruptly, looking up before bowing your head in shame and readjusting yourself in your seat. Confused, he looked up himself to see the angry face of the physics teacher, glaring daggers at him through the glass window of the door. Renjun gulped, taking a step back before spinning on his heel and turning tail out of there before the teacher could storm out and give him the scolding of his life.
His cheeks were still tinted a deep red by the time he reached his language arts class, both from the embarrassment of being caught by the teacher and the giddiness of being noticed by you. He bowed to the teacher mindlessly as he entered, putting his bathroom pass on the door handle. She eyed him with a concerned look on her face.
“You took long, Renjun – If you have diarrhea, don’t hesitate to go to the nurse’s office, okay?”
From the back of the class, he swore he heard Donghyuck cackle.
“Woah! You have a Snorlax!” Jisung snatched Chenle’s 3DS from his hands, the older whining in protest. The maknae tinkered around with it, hunching to the side and ignoring the arms of the 2001 liner around his body in an attempt to grab it back, “That’s so cool!”
“Yah, Jisung Park, give that back,” Chenle complained. Jisung ignored him, far too invested in the pokemon.
Renjun ignored their antics, pushing his food around with his fork. His knee hopped up and down restlessly, appetite gone as he pictured you flipping through the pages of his sketchbook and the drawings of you that decorated them. The rest of the Dreamies were fooling around; Mark was ignoring the small pellets of food Donghyuck sent flying from his tray, Jeno and Jaemin were conversing about their biology project while Chenle and Jisung were shoving each other playfully in their fight to obtain the 3DS. He craned his neck slightly and looked around the cafeteria, hoping to spot you eating or in line for food instead of looking through his precious sketchbook. You were nowhere to be found, though. He huffed out an irritated sigh.
“You okay, Renjun?” Mark glanced at him, brows furrowing with worry, “You’ve been acting kind of… weird. Jittery. Nervous. You get my point.”
Donghyuck snorted, “He has diarrhea.”
“Is that true?” The eldest’s eyes widened, “You should head back to the dorms, dude. Taeyong hyung just stocked up on our medicine-“
“I don’t have diarrhea,” Renjun cut in, sending a dirty glance at the troublemaker, “And I’m not heading back. I have some important stuff to do.”
“Like stalking (Y/N)?”
Mark’s head whipped around to face the younger, bewildered, “You’ve been stalking (Y/N)? Renjun-”
“I haven’t been stalking anybody! Mark, why are you believing everything Donghyuck says?” He let his body flop onto Jeno’s side, “She took my sketchbook and I need to get it back! This is a tragedy - I’m never going to live this down.”
“The one with all your drawings of her in it?” Chenle questioned, managing to wrangle his 3DS from the bluenette’s hands. Renjun rubbed a hand over his face, wanting nothing more than to melt into a puddle.
“That one.”
The eldest winced, “That’s harsh, dude. What are you going to do about it?”
“Just ask for it back, Junnie,” Jaemin commented, swiping a french fry from Jeno’s tray and popping it in his mouth, “Easy peasy.”
“Because everyone’s good at confrontation like you, Jaemin,” he stated, “I can barely hold a decent conversation without wanting the earth to swallow me up whole.”
“The solution’s pretty simple, then,” Jisung cut in, “Snag it the moment she leaves her bag alone.”
“That could work,” Jeno supplied, frowning all the while, “But I’m not sure-“
“Thatcouldwork! Jisung, you’re an angel!” With that, Renjun stood up and grabbed his tray, “I’m going to be home late. Go back to the dorms first without me.”
He was about to turn around and leave, but the sound of Mark calling out his name stopped him.
“Yes?”
“You don’t really have diarrhea, right?”
Donghyuck let out another loud cackle.
Renjun hid in the staircase beside the art room, waiting until the moment you would pass by. He knew you spent your time after school in that room, so he specifically chose to camp outside it and wait until you would go outside before taking his sketchbook. He’d been tailing you the entire day, walking behind you in the small, five-minute margins between classes to make sure you didn’t see any of his drawings. He also made sure to pass by your classes, only to see you diligent in your work most of the time.
Granted, there were a couple of close calls, but he made sure to hide between lockers or behind some pillars. It was a miracle you hadn’t even caught on yet – and he thought he was slow. Nervously, he pressed his phone’s home button, the digital analog showing the numbers 16:21. You would be here soon, probably. Unseemly thoughts swirled in his head; what if you needed to go home early? What if you didn’t go to the bathroom at all today? What if you had already rifled through his sketchbook and decided to head home to ponder how to reject him as harshly as possible or wonder about how much of a creep he was?
All of the thoughts in his head dispersed once he spotted you walking down the stairs, talking animatedly to one of your friends. He ducked down to avoid being seen by you, but kept it raised just enough to watch your moves. You waved goodbye to your friend, parting ways with a cheery goodbye. Renjun ducked his head down further. You were in high spirits; mouth upturned in a pleasant smile, steps light as you entered the art room. Carefully, Renjun made his way down the staircase and situated himself beside the lockers. His fingers gripped the small ledge of the wall, pulling himself up to peer through the windows.
You had put your backpack down on the table, stretching with your arms high above your head. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, spending a good minute standing beside the table staring at your screen. Just as he felt like you weren’t going to leave the room at all, you turned around and made your way to the door, all the while typing something.
Renjun turned around and pressed his body flat against the wall, trying to stay hidden. You passed by him without a cinch. He waited until you turned the hallway and an extra 5 seconds after that before slipping inside the art room, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible. After another check out of the window to make sure you weren’t returning soon, he made his way to the table you set your backpack atop of.
With a quick glance left and right, Renjun gingerly opened your bag and snuck his hand in. His hand bumped around your papers and books, wincing every time he heard the crinkling of your papers. He tried to feel the leather cover of his sketchbook, growing more frustrated with each passing second. After a few heartbeats, he pulled the flap up and peered inside. His hand grazed over a familiar texture, and with an internal leap of joy, he grasped the top of his sketchbook.
“Renjun? What are you doing?”
He froze. He dreaded turning around; you had caught him red-handed, hand still in your bag. You didn’t sound accusatory or hurt, though. Instead, your voice was laced with confusion. Face turned up in a wince, he imagined your expression right now.
“(Y/N)! F-Fancy seeing you here, haha,” he whirled around, laughing awkwardly as he pulled his sketchbook out of your bag and held it up beside his head, “I was – I was just, uh, this?”
You nodded slowly by the doorway, eyes locked on the sketchbook, “Will that also explain why you’ve been stalking me for the whole day?”
His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, “I-I wasn’t stalking you, exactly, it’s just that you accidentally put my sketchbook in your bag and I was waiting for a good moment to steal it back?”
“O-Oh,” you cleared your throat, blushing, “Sorry about that. Just tell me about it next time, okay?”
“Noted,” he looked down before looking back up at you, “Now that I’ve got this, I’ll just, um, go now?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you stepped to your side as he exited, watching as he turned around and waved at you.
“Thanks for this,” he gestured to his sketchbook, smiling bashfully at you, “See you tomorrow, (Y/N).”
“Get home safely,” you added. He nodded, whirling on his heel to walk down the hallway. Before he could get too far, however, you called out his name once more, “Renjun!”
He looked back at you. You smiled at him, eyes glinting with mirth, “I love your art style, by the way!”
Renjun really wanted the Earth to swallow him up whole now.
summary:you have a crush on jaemin in your class who happens to have a part time job as a barista. based on thisprompt.
pairing:na jaemin x reader
genre:high school! au, barista! au, fluff
“So he showed up last night at my house and we did the project until 11 at night! Honestly, can you even believe we were only given a week to do our lab project and- are you even listening to me, (Y/N)?”
“Hmm, what? Yeah, yeah, of course I am,” you straightened your back to face your best friend, who had been rambling nonstop about her project partner. She had her hands on her hips and was looking at you with an accusatory face, huffing out an annoyed breath. You sent a sheepish smile to her.
“Were you staring at,” her voice dropped to a whisper, a devilish expression accompanying it, “Na Jaemin?”
“What? No – I aren’t – wasn’t. I wasn’t staring at him!” Your cheeks blushed beet red, embarrassed to be caught, your own voice dropping to a hiss, “And don’t say his name so loud, (B/F/N)!”
She laughed, lacing her fingers behind her head as her voice took a teasing tone, “You totally were!”
Na Jaemin was the student body president, star student, and most importantly, your classmate. He worked part time as a barista in a nearby café with his friends, and every girl in school practically swooned over him and his group of friends. He was sitting across the classroom, laughing at something another one of your classmates said. He was surrounded by people, and he glanced your way for a split second. The moment you made eye contact with him, you blushed fiery red and looked away, trying to look as if you weren’t staring at him.
Truth be told, you didn’t even remember when your massive crush on him started. It was just there for as long as you could remember. You both had started out at the same primary group and elementary school, with there being a limited option in your town. As you entered middle school, students started to move to different schools and other cities. By the time high school rolled in, you were the only two people left who had stuck to the same school.
He climbed up the ranks high, owing to the fact that he had heavenly good looks and intelligence. The fact that he was very social and involved helped, too. The two of you weren’t close, but he definitely knew you were there. There were times when you passed each other in the halls or when you made eye contact did he greet you, but you would always be too shy to even wave back and end up running away.
“You know, I can help you get closer to him, if you want,” your best friend poked your side. You cried out and sent her a small glare, but she clearly could see the interest that sparked in your eyes, “Oh, you’re interested~”
You snorted softly to yourself, “You’re not even close with him.”
“I may not be, but I know someone who certainly is.”
At that moment, the school bell rung. The rest of your classmates scrambled for their seats and you ruffled through your bags to pull up your textbooks. You indicated for her to turn around and face the chalkboard, seeing as her seat was right in front of yours. She rolled her eyes and did as told as the teacher walked in. You could only hope after school was going to be as eventful as promised.
“Where are you dragging me off to?” You complained to (B/F/N) as she held your hand in a death grip. She smiled that devilish grin of hers.
“I’m helping you,” she replied after a moment before coming to an abrupt stop. You bumped into her, letting out a squeak as you cradled your poor nose with your hand, “We’re here.”
The moment you looked at where you stopped in front of, your knees felt like jelly, “Oh – no, no, no. Absolutely not. I’m going home.”
“Wait!” She grappled for your hand, a whining tone to her voice, “I’m just trying to help you! Besides, I already told Jeno you would be coming!”
“Youwhat!” Your eyes widened, “You know Lee Jeno?”
She pouted, “See, if you listened to me this morning, I told you he was my lab project partner! Besides, he’s a nice guy. He’ll help you out.”
Before you could get another word in, she had opened the café doors and entered, dragging you inside. You bumped into her a second time and cradled your (most likely bruised) nose, letting out a small ‘oof’. She whirled around to face you, putting her hands on your shoulders and looking straight into your eyes.
“(Y/N), repeat after me-“ she started slowly, as if she were talking with a child, “Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips.”
“Huh?”
“Go!” She pushed you toward the counter. You stumbled a little, eyes landing on the figure in front of you once you regained your balance. You felt all thought leave your head, nervously gulping to soothe your suddenly dry throat.
Na Jaemin looked up from writing on an empty cup, eyes widening a little in surprise as he spotted you. A grin bloomed on his face, his hands putting the cup down. You could feel the redness creeping up your neck and cheeks while your brain packed it’s bags and left. You forced your legs to take a shaky step forward and another, hands fiddling nervously with the hem of your skirt.
“Hey, (Y/N). I didn’t expect to see you here,” Jaemin mentioned. He was already in his uniform, something that made him look five times more attractive. You nodded mutely, a squeaky sound escaping your throat, “What do you want to order?”
“U-Uh…” you stuttered, wishing the ground would swallow you whole, “I-I’d like…”
He didn’t seem at all bothered by your attitude, instead having an encouraging smile on his face, “I recommend the caramel macchiatos. They’re my personal favorite.”
You managed a weak nod, not trusting yourself to say another word without embarrassing yourself.
“How many?” You held up two shaky fingers, “Alright. Two caramel macchiatos for (Y/N).”
He took two empty cups and wrote your name on it, and you looked behind him to see Jeno working on the coffee machines while chatting amiably with your best friend. She tapped his shoulder and pointed to you, and the boy sent you an enthusiastic thumbs up.
“That’ll be nine thousand won,” he said.
You rifled through your school bag to find your wallet, pulling out a 10,000 won bill and sliding it to him. When he handed you the change, you dropped it in the tip box and left with a barely audible thank you.
You hurriedly made your way to your best friend and Jeno. You didn’t personally know the guy, but a gut feeling told you that would change soon.
“So, how did it go?” She questioned. You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face.
“Absolutely horrible. I couldn’t say a single word and ended up ordering two caramel macchiatos,” you turned to face Jeno, “You’re Jeno, right?”
“The one and only. You’re the girl (B/F/N) wouldn’t shut up about, right?” He sent you a friendly smile, “I also heard you have a little crush on my friend over there by the cashier. I can help you out if you want?”
Your cheeks flamed, “Am I that obvious?”
“To everyone else but him, I’m pretty sure you are,” your best friend offhandedly mentioned.
“Yeah, Jaemin can be too much of a blockhead at times,” Jeno sent you two a wave, “I better get started on making your caramel macchiatos. Catch you later.”
Your best friend grabbed your elbow and dragged you to an empty seat, plopping down in front of you, “It’s okay, (Y/N) - don’t look so glum. You’ll practice with Jeno and I. Besides, isn’t he a total cutie?”
You rolled your eyes, “So your whole purpose is not to help me but to get closer to your lab partner.”
“Iamhelping you! There are just some benefits along the way that I can’t deny,” she fluttered her lashes. You let out a light laugh, “We’ll start practicing as soon as our coffee’s done.”
“(Y/N), two caramel macchiatos!” Jeno called out. Your best friend sent you a wink and stood up to grab the drinks. You could only hope accepting your best friend’s help wasn’t going to turn out to be as disastrous as you think.
For the next week, your best friend had dragged you to the coffee shop every day after school. Jeno and her practically drilled the words in your mind – “Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips.” It was just a simple sentence, but every time they made you order, you would just clam up and end up ordering whatever Jaemin recommended that day. The boy didn’t seem at all bothered or annoyed by your odd behavior, instead sending you encouraging smiles. You could be a playful person if you wanted, but every time you even remotely looked his way, it was as if any sane thought flew out the window.
You were half-asleep by your desk, not wanting to do anything other than go back home and snuggle into your blankets. It was still relatively early in the morning, and it was only the both of you in class at the moment as the rest of your classmates hadn’t arrived yet. Your best friend, however, had other plans.
“Okay, repeat after me,“ she started, “Hi, I’d like-“
“Two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips,” you half-mumbled, plopping your head to your arms, “I know, I know. It’s just that I can’t say it in front of him no matter how many times I try, (B/F/N). It’s useless.”
“Come on, think of him as a normal person. Picture him as Jeno or me. I’m sure you can do it. Now I’ll pretend to be him and you’ll practice,” she cleared her throat dramatically, and you looked up to her under half-lidded eyes, cracking an amused smile at her attempt, “Hi, (Y/N)!”
“Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips!” You used the same enthusiastic tone Jeno and her always told you to use- to seem friendlier, they said. You were pretty sure you just sounded stupid.
“See, that’s great!” She clapped her hands in delight. Her cell phone beeped once to indicate a text, and a sneaky glance at her screen revealed the name Jenowith an excessive amount of heart and poop emojis. You raised a brow, but she snatched it before you could read the preview and stood up, sending a nervous smile your way, “I’m gonna go to the restroom. Be back in a few minutes.”
She walked out hurriedly, and you dismissed her odd behavior and rested your head on your arms for another moment in hopes of catching a few extra minutes of sleep. Not even a minute passed before the doors to the classroom swung halfway open. You straightened your back and looked to the doors, expecting to see your best friend, but widening your eyes to see Jaemin strolling in. He made eye contact with you and sent you a wave, a friendly smile on his face.
“Hi, (Y/N)!”
The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them, “Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips!”
Your jaw dropped to the floor as you slapped a hand over your mouth, a tsunami of embarrassment washing over you. You had even used that stupid enthusiastic tone. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing so desperately you would turn invisible.
“Sure thing, but I don’t think I’m in position of taking any orders right now, (Y/N),” you peeked one eye open to see Jaemin grinning widely at you, “Besides, I know hate me, but since you ordered so early in advance, I’d even make it free.”
“Wh-who said I hated you?” You managed to squeak out, confused.
“Well, I kinda took the hint,” he said silently, “You always look away when I say hi to you in the halls, you look like you’d rather be anywhere else than in front of me when ordering your coffee, and you act so differently in front of Jeno and others than with me,” there was a tone of bitterness accompanying his last sentence.
“I-I don’t hate you,” you mumbled. You didn’t know he thought your flustered and embarrassed self in front of him was you hating him, “It’s just…”
“Just what?”
You’ve done it now. How the hell were you going to dig yourself out of this hole now? You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “I-It’s complicated.”
“Try me,” he looked at you, “We have time, right?”
“I- It’s just that, uh, maybe, I think, you’re,” you weren’t making any sense at this point, “Okay, um, here’s the deal- I don’t really know when this, um, started, but Ithinkyou’rereallykindandcuteandutterlyperfectandImayhavedevelopedamassivecrushonyou?”
You squeezed shut your eyes in horror, too afraid to see his reaction. It was silence for a moment, and you already knew his answer. You had just poured your heart out for him and he had rejected it. You stood up, already feeling the buildup of tears behind your eyes.
“I’m gonna-“ your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat, “I’ll go now.”
“No, wait, (Y/N)-“
“I understand,” you mumbled, and you hurriedly walked to the classroom doors while trying to keep your tears at bay. However, when you tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge, “What the-?”
“Here. let me try,” Jaemin reached out from behind you and tried to push the door open, only to receive the same result. You tried not to notice the fact that his frame was engulfing you or that his arms were encircling you, “Did someone lock us in?”
You let out a sigh of frustration, head drooping down to look at your shoes. You had just been rejected by your longtime crush and now you were stuck with him. Great.
“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me,” you felt a pair of warm hands go to your shoulders, turning you around so you faced him. One of his hands tilted your chin up so you looked directly to Jaemin’s concerned face. You didn’t realize how close he was until your foreheads were almost touching, “I haven’t even given you my part of the story yet.”
“It’s okay, I already know the answer to that,” you muttered.
“But listen to me first, okay?” His voice took a softer tone, “What if I told you that I also think you’re really kind, cute and utterly perfect and I may have developed a massive crush on you too?”
Your eyes widened. There was a small, almost playful grin on his face. Maybe you were just too caught up in trying not to embarrass yourself that you didn’t notice the ever-present smile on his face when you were around, the dusting of red across his cheeks that didn’t seem to go away if you were there and the nervous habit of licking his lips before saying something.
“Y-You like me back?” You squeaked, surprised.
“How can I not?” He let out a light laugh that made your heart warm, “You’re completely adorable, (Y/N).”
“I thought you were going to reject me,” you murmured, “Don’t you always do to the other girls who confess to you?”
“Why else do you think I reject them? I already like you, silly,” he looked into your eyes, “Can I ask you a question?”
You nodded meekly. He licked his lips nervously, “Can I kiss you?”
“I don’t think you need to ask, Na Jaemin,” you admitted. With that, he leant down and connected his lips to yours.
“Oh, are we interrupting something?” Jeno called out from the door. With a gasp, you broke the kiss and looked at him and your best friend by the now open door, toying with the classroom key in her hand.
“It seems like we were,” your best friend sent you a wink, and you rolled your eyes at her.
“Jeno, you’re in on this, too?” Jaemin asked, surprised. Jeno shrugged innocently.
“Now that we’ve established this,” she made a motion between you and Jaemin, “I just spotted this supercute guy who recently transferred here.”
“Oh come on, (B/F/N), I thought there was something between us!” Jeno whined, and your best friend stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
“That’s too bad, because there would be if only you were brave enough to ask me out.”
You felt someone’s hand entwine with yours, and you looked up to see Jaemin give an assuring smile at you.
“So how about I take you out after my shift today at the café? Consider it our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“That’d be great,” you said, and you knew your future would him would just be as amazing.
summary:you have a crush on jaemin in your class who happens to have a part time job as a barista. based on thisprompt.
pairing:na jaemin x reader
genre:high school! au, barista! au, fluff
“So he showed up last night at my house and we did the project until 11 at night! Honestly, can you even believe we were only given a week to do our lab project and- are you even listening to me, (Y/N)?”
“Hmm, what? Yeah, yeah, of course I am,” you straightened your back to face your best friend, who had been rambling nonstop about her project partner. She had her hands on her hips and was looking at you with an accusatory face, huffing out an annoyed breath. You sent a sheepish smile to her.
“Were you staring at,” her voice dropped to a whisper, a devilish expression accompanying it, “Na Jaemin?”
“What? No – I aren’t – wasn’t. I wasn’t staring at him!” Your cheeks blushed beet red, embarrassed to be caught, your own voice dropping to a hiss, “And don’t say his name so loud, (B/F/N)!”
She laughed, lacing her fingers behind her head as her voice took a teasing tone, “You totally were!”
Na Jaemin was the student body president, star student, and most importantly, your classmate. He worked part time as a barista in a nearby café with his friends, and every girl in school practically swooned over him and his group of friends. He was sitting across the classroom, laughing at something another one of your classmates said. He was surrounded by people, and he glanced your way for a split second. The moment you made eye contact with him, you blushed fiery red and looked away, trying to look as if you weren’t staring at him.
Truth be told, you didn’t even remember when your massive crush on him started. It was just there for as long as you could remember. You both had started out at the same primary group and elementary school, with there being a limited option in your town. As you entered middle school, students started to move to different schools and other cities. By the time high school rolled in, you were the only two people left who had stuck to the same school.
He climbed up the ranks high, owing to the fact that he had heavenly good looks and intelligence. The fact that he was very social and involved helped, too. The two of you weren’t close, but he definitely knew you were there. There were times when you passed each other in the halls or when you made eye contact did he greet you, but you would always be too shy to even wave back and end up running away.
“You know, I can help you get closer to him, if you want,” your best friend poked your side. You cried out and sent her a small glare, but she clearly could see the interest that sparked in your eyes, “Oh, you’re interested~”
You snorted softly to yourself, “You’re not even close with him.”
“I may not be, but I know someone who certainly is.”
At that moment, the school bell rung. The rest of your classmates scrambled for their seats and you ruffled through your bags to pull up your textbooks. You indicated for her to turn around and face the chalkboard, seeing as her seat was right in front of yours. She rolled her eyes and did as told as the teacher walked in. You could only hope after school was going to be as eventful as promised.
“Where are you dragging me off to?” You complained to (B/F/N) as she held your hand in a death grip. She smiled that devilish grin of hers.
“I’m helping you,” she replied after a moment before coming to an abrupt stop. You bumped into her, letting out a squeak as you cradled your poor nose with your hand, “We’re here.”
The moment you looked at where you stopped in front of, your knees felt like jelly, “Oh – no, no, no. Absolutely not. I’m going home.”
“Wait!” She grappled for your hand, a whining tone to her voice, “I’m just trying to help you! Besides, I already told Jeno you would be coming!”
“Youwhat!” Your eyes widened, “You know Lee Jeno?”
She pouted, “See, if you listened to me this morning, I told you he was my lab project partner! Besides, he’s a nice guy. He’ll help you out.”
Before you could get another word in, she had opened the café doors and entered, dragging you inside. You bumped into her a second time and cradled your (most likely bruised) nose, letting out a small ‘oof’. She whirled around to face you, putting her hands on your shoulders and looking straight into your eyes.
“(Y/N), repeat after me-“ she started slowly, as if she were talking with a child, “Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips.”
“Huh?”
“Go!” She pushed you toward the counter. You stumbled a little, eyes landing on the figure in front of you once you regained your balance. You felt all thought leave your head, nervously gulping to soothe your suddenly dry throat.
Na Jaemin looked up from writing on an empty cup, eyes widening a little in surprise as he spotted you. A grin bloomed on his face, his hands putting the cup down. You could feel the redness creeping up your neck and cheeks while your brain packed it’s bags and left. You forced your legs to take a shaky step forward and another, hands fiddling nervously with the hem of your skirt.
“Hey, (Y/N). I didn’t expect to see you here,” Jaemin mentioned. He was already in his uniform, something that made him look five times more attractive. You nodded mutely, a squeaky sound escaping your throat, “What do you want to order?”
“U-Uh…” you stuttered, wishing the ground would swallow you whole, “I-I’d like…”
He didn’t seem at all bothered by your attitude, instead having an encouraging smile on his face, “I recommend the caramel macchiatos. They’re my personal favorite.”
You managed a weak nod, not trusting yourself to say another word without embarrassing yourself.
“How many?” You held up two shaky fingers, “Alright. Two caramel macchiatos for (Y/N).”
He took two empty cups and wrote your name on it, and you looked behind him to see Jeno working on the coffee machines while chatting amiably with your best friend. She tapped his shoulder and pointed to you, and the boy sent you an enthusiastic thumbs up.
“That’ll be nine thousand won,” he said.
You rifled through your school bag to find your wallet, pulling out a 10,000 won bill and sliding it to him. When he handed you the change, you dropped it in the tip box and left with a barely audible thank you.
You hurriedly made your way to your best friend and Jeno. You didn’t personally know the guy, but a gut feeling told you that would change soon.
“So, how did it go?” She questioned. You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face.
“Absolutely horrible. I couldn’t say a single word and ended up ordering two caramel macchiatos,” you turned to face Jeno, “You’re Jeno, right?”
“The one and only. You’re the girl (B/F/N) wouldn’t shut up about, right?” He sent you a friendly smile, “I also heard you have a little crush on my friend over there by the cashier. I can help you out if you want?”
Your cheeks flamed, “Am I that obvious?”
“To everyone else but him, I’m pretty sure you are,” your best friend offhandedly mentioned.
“Yeah, Jaemin can be too much of a blockhead at times,” Jeno sent you two a wave, “I better get started on making your caramel macchiatos. Catch you later.”
Your best friend grabbed your elbow and dragged you to an empty seat, plopping down in front of you, “It’s okay, (Y/N) - don’t look so glum. You’ll practice with Jeno and I. Besides, isn’t he a total cutie?”
You rolled your eyes, “So your whole purpose is not to help me but to get closer to your lab partner.”
“Iamhelping you! There are just some benefits along the way that I can’t deny,” she fluttered her lashes. You let out a light laugh, “We’ll start practicing as soon as our coffee’s done.”
“(Y/N), two caramel macchiatos!” Jeno called out. Your best friend sent you a wink and stood up to grab the drinks. You could only hope accepting your best friend’s help wasn’t going to turn out to be as disastrous as you think.
For the next week, your best friend had dragged you to the coffee shop every day after school. Jeno and her practically drilled the words in your mind – “Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips.” It was just a simple sentence, but every time they made you order, you would just clam up and end up ordering whatever Jaemin recommended that day. The boy didn’t seem at all bothered or annoyed by your odd behavior, instead sending you encouraging smiles. You could be a playful person if you wanted, but every time you even remotely looked his way, it was as if any sane thought flew out the window.
You were half-asleep by your desk, not wanting to do anything other than go back home and snuggle into your blankets. It was still relatively early in the morning, and it was only the both of you in class at the moment as the rest of your classmates hadn’t arrived yet. Your best friend, however, had other plans.
“Okay, repeat after me,“ she started, “Hi, I’d like-“
“Two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips,” you half-mumbled, plopping your head to your arms, “I know, I know. It’s just that I can’t say it in front of him no matter how many times I try, (B/F/N). It’s useless.”
“Come on, think of him as a normal person. Picture him as Jeno or me. I’m sure you can do it. Now I’ll pretend to be him and you’ll practice,” she cleared her throat dramatically, and you looked up to her under half-lidded eyes, cracking an amused smile at her attempt, “Hi, (Y/N)!”
“Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips!” You used the same enthusiastic tone Jeno and her always told you to use- to seem friendlier, they said. You were pretty sure you just sounded stupid.
“See, that’s great!” She clapped her hands in delight. Her cell phone beeped once to indicate a text, and a sneaky glance at her screen revealed the name Jenowith an excessive amount of heart and poop emojis. You raised a brow, but she snatched it before you could read the preview and stood up, sending a nervous smile your way, “I’m gonna go to the restroom. Be back in a few minutes.”
She walked out hurriedly, and you dismissed her odd behavior and rested your head on your arms for another moment in hopes of catching a few extra minutes of sleep. Not even a minute passed before the doors to the classroom swung halfway open. You straightened your back and looked to the doors, expecting to see your best friend, but widening your eyes to see Jaemin strolling in. He made eye contact with you and sent you a wave, a friendly smile on his face.
“Hi, (Y/N)!”
The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them, “Hi, I’d like two large frappes with whipped cream and mocha chips!”
Your jaw dropped to the floor as you slapped a hand over your mouth, a tsunami of embarrassment washing over you. You had even used that stupid enthusiastic tone. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing so desperately you would turn invisible.
“Sure thing, but I don’t think I’m in position of taking any orders right now, (Y/N),” you peeked one eye open to see Jaemin grinning widely at you, “Besides, I know hate me, but since you ordered so early in advance, I’d even make it free.”
“Wh-who said I hated you?” You managed to squeak out, confused.
“Well, I kinda took the hint,” he said silently, “You always look away when I say hi to you in the halls, you look like you’d rather be anywhere else than in front of me when ordering your coffee, and you act so differently in front of Jeno and others than with me,” there was a tone of bitterness accompanying his last sentence.
“I-I don’t hate you,” you mumbled. You didn’t know he thought your flustered and embarrassed self in front of him was you hating him, “It’s just…”
“Just what?”
You’ve done it now. How the hell were you going to dig yourself out of this hole now? You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “I-It’s complicated.”
“Try me,” he looked at you, “We have time, right?”
“I- It’s just that, uh, maybe, I think, you’re,” you weren’t making any sense at this point, “Okay, um, here’s the deal- I don’t really know when this, um, started, but Ithinkyou’rereallykindandcuteandutterlyperfectandImayhavedevelopedamassivecrushonyou?”
You squeezed shut your eyes in horror, too afraid to see his reaction. It was silence for a moment, and you already knew his answer. You had just poured your heart out for him and he had rejected it. You stood up, already feeling the buildup of tears behind your eyes.
“I’m gonna-“ your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat, “I’ll go now.”
“No, wait, (Y/N)-“
“I understand,” you mumbled, and you hurriedly walked to the classroom doors while trying to keep your tears at bay. However, when you tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge, “What the-?”
“Here. let me try,” Jaemin reached out from behind you and tried to push the door open, only to receive the same result. You tried not to notice the fact that his frame was engulfing you or that his arms were encircling you, “Did someone lock us in?”
You let out a sigh of frustration, head drooping down to look at your shoes. You had just been rejected by your longtime crush and now you were stuck with him. Great.
“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me,” you felt a pair of warm hands go to your shoulders, turning you around so you faced him. One of his hands tilted your chin up so you looked directly to Jaemin’s concerned face. You didn’t realize how close he was until your foreheads were almost touching, “I haven’t even given you my part of the story yet.”
“It’s okay, I already know the answer to that,” you muttered.
“But listen to me first, okay?” His voice took a softer tone, “What if I told you that I also think you’re really kind, cute and utterly perfect and I may have developed a massive crush on you too?”
Your eyes widened. There was a small, almost playful grin on his face. Maybe you were just too caught up in trying not to embarrass yourself that you didn’t notice the ever-present smile on his face when you were around, the dusting of red across his cheeks that didn’t seem to go away if you were there and the nervous habit of licking his lips before saying something.
“Y-You like me back?” You squeaked, surprised.
“How can I not?” He let out a light laugh that made your heart warm, “You’re completely adorable, (Y/N).”
“I thought you were going to reject me,” you murmured, “Don’t you always do to the other girls who confess to you?”
“Why else do you think I reject them? I already like you, silly,” he looked into your eyes, “Can I ask you a question?”
You nodded meekly. He licked his lips nervously, “Can I kiss you?”
“I don’t think you need to ask, Na Jaemin,” you admitted. With that, he leant down and connected his lips to yours.
“Oh, are we interrupting something?” Jeno called out from the door. With a gasp, you broke the kiss and looked at him and your best friend by the now open door, toying with the classroom key in her hand.
“It seems like we were,” your best friend sent you a wink, and you rolled your eyes at her.
“Jeno, you’re in on this, too?” Jaemin asked, surprised. Jeno shrugged innocently.
“Now that we’ve established this,” she made a motion between you and Jaemin, “I just spotted this supercute guy who recently transferred here.”
“Oh come on, (B/F/N), I thought there was something between us!” Jeno whined, and your best friend stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
“That’s too bad, because there would be if only you were brave enough to ask me out.”
You felt someone’s hand entwine with yours, and you looked up to see Jaemin give an assuring smile at you.
“So how about I take you out after my shift today at the café? Consider it our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“That’d be great,” you said, and you knew your future would him would just be as amazing.
Ok, so you might know that I did a 10 Things I Hate About You AU. But I’ve been thinking about a She’s All That AU for almost as long.
Did I come up with a WHOLE subplot line about how Ben is even the captain of the wrestling team? Yes, yes I did. Also let’s talk about Rey’s style and her bento box.
“What, so everyone’s into him? Jesus, as if I wanted to be a lemming.”
"Yeah, basically everyone is. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone wants that hot, brooding bad boy at some point in their lives, but they always grow out of it.”
Coming soon!! After testing out with that one manga page, I’ve found that I’m so much more comfortable with traditional inking. Still have some things to fix with this one (since there’s no CTRL + Z) but this is a thing that I plan to finish sometime in July. Let’s see how far I get along!
Queen bee and her king and prince: Chungha,G-Dragon (Kwon Jiyong),and Jin
If you’d like a part 2 let me know
*DISCLAIMER*
This is strictly for fun and in NO way represents how I personally feel about the idols.This is not meant to insult or offend,this is just the casting I would do if I was making a drama.
