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perfectly perfect | choi soobin (5)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ↳ word count: 1.5k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin 💖)

a/n: i am a big fat liar and did this instead of my job so I guess here’s an update tonight. Go check the post after this for the teaser of my next fic juiceayo.

It was the day after the festival.

What was once hallways bustling with students and visitors playing game, eating food and having fun was now back to its dull state as a normal high school with classes and boring old teachers droning about the anatomy of a human being.

It was here that Y/N approached Soobin, in the middle of a busy hallway with students rushing around as classes start getting dismissed.

“Soobin,” Y/N cleared her throat, making him stop in his tracks.

In her hands was a crumpled brown paper bag.

Taehyun, who was under Soobin’s grasp at the time, ducked out of his hold—backing away with a sympathetic smile at the girl.

It was no secret—Soobin was notorious for rejecting girls, albeit politely.

Everyone in the hallway stopped, watching the incoming trainwreck.

“Oh, no, the president fell in love with Soobin? That’s unfortunate,” “I feel so bad for her,” “Soobin’s going to reject her, this is going to be so funny!”

“This is for you,”

A trainwreck that would never come.

For the first time ever, Soobin didn’t smile and bow.

Soobin didn’t shake his head and apologize for rejecting her confession.

Instead, he frowned and slowly took the bag.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking out the contents.

It was his hoodie, freshly washed and dried, along with a chocolate bun.

“The hoodie?” he dead-panned.

“And bread,” Y/N coughed. “You, uh, said you liked sweet stuff,”

Soobin narrowed his eyes at her, making her blush bright red.

“Well, thanks for letting me borrow your hoodie,” Y/N nodded, embarrassed enough. “Bye, then,”

She turned to leave before Soobin’s voice cut through the awkward silence.

“Hey, pres,”

“Yes?” She turned back, seeing Soobin sling the paper bag behind his shoulder.

Y/N stuck out her hands just in time to catch the hoodie Soobin threw her way.

“Wear it today,” He said.

At this, Y/N gaped.

Whispers started around them as Soobin nonchalantly opened the wrapping of the chocolate bun.

“What is happening?” “Isn’t that Soobin’s Arcadia Academy hoodie? Like with his jersey number and everything?” “Why is he eating the food? He never eats it himself, he just accepts it,” “Did she confess already?”

Y/N looked back at him.

“Uh,” She blinked as Soobin chewed.

“Hm?”

Taehyun was only at the side, his wide eyes dancing from his hyung to her and back in confusion.

“Why are you giving me this?” Y/N asked.

Soobin stopped, wracking his head for an excuse.

“Your—uh,” He stuttered, blushing red. “Because your jacket looks ugly,”

Y/N blinked.

“It’s the school blazer.”

“Exactly,” Soobin nodded, taking Taehyun closer to him. “Oh, look! Taehyun’s late for class, bye!”

He dragged Taehyun down the hall, the sea of students parting for him as Taehyun screamed after him.

“Class is over and we’re waiting for Hueningkai!”

From behind Y/N, a hand patted her back.

“Nice meeting you!”

It was Hueningkai, one of Soobin’s favorite volleyball juniors, shooting her a smile. he giggled, similar to how Soobin usually does. “Congrats, bye!”

He smiled one last time before bolting after his hyung and Taehyun.

“Soobin-hyung, the gym is this way!”

Y/N can only grin.

Choi Soobin—what a guy.

In the library, Y/N ran over multiple reviewers and notes as she revised for the upcoming college entrance exams.

She settled in her seat, Soobin’s hoodie practically swallowing her with how big it was on her figure.

Still, it was comfy, and even if she did take very good care to wash it carefully—it still smelled so much like him.

“Hey, the boy’s volleyball team is practicing right now, right?” “Yes, for nationals!” “Let’s watch. You know how Soobin’s face destresses me,” “You mean Beomgyu? Uh, he’s so hot,” “Yeonjun, actually. I like a guy who knows what he’s doing,” “They’re all hot, can we go now?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, head turning to the girls conversing as they exited the library.

So, they’re practicing for Nationals, huh?

Y/N shook her head and gathered her files.

“I should continue these at home,” She muttered her self, checking the time.

4:00 PM.

Shoving her papers in her backpack, she left the library—stopping short at the sight of Choi Soobin leaning on a tree trunk outside the building.

In his hands was a bottle of banana milk, which he was turning over with his hands.

He was muttering under his breath before he pushed himself off the tree and turned to leave.

“Soobin?” Y/N called, making him flinched and turn with eyes wide. “You look like a deer caught in headlights,”

“Ah, yeah,” He chuckled nervously.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, her hands slipping inside the pockets of his hoodie.

His eyes darted to her figure, smiling slightly at seeing the hoodie.

“Uh, I got this for you,” Soobin said, throwing the banana milk her way.

Y/N gasped as she caught it in her hands.

“Why?”

“Just felt like it,” Soobin shrugged as he reached the girl, giving her the straw. “Here you go,”

“Thanks,” she smiled, taking a sip of the drink. “I thought you had volleyball practice,”

“It’s just practice,” He shrugged as Y/N turned to walk away.

Y/N smiled as she heard him shuffle behind her, following her.

“So?”

“I can’t want practice today,”

“So,” Y/N turned to him as he fell into step with her. “What exactly do you want me to do with that?”

“I can’t practice today because I don’t have my hoodie with me,” He shrugged, muttering. “I get cold sometimes,”

Y/N stopped walking and looked down at the hoodie.

“You told me to wear it, and hoodies during practice?”

“Yes, I can’t function well without it,”

“I mean, you have like three of these, but okay,” Y/N shrugged, moving to take it off.

“Wait, no!” Soobin stopped, Y/N taking her hands away from the hoodie. “Don’t take it off,”

“Why?”

“You look cute,” Soobin muttered under his breath before speaking up. “I mean because it’s cold,”

“But you said you wanted it,”

“No, I said I can’t practice without it,”

“Well, you got to practice now, right?” Y/N asked, making Soobin grumble.

“But I gave you that,”

Y/N raised her eyebrows before shaking her head with a laugh.

“Okay,” she smiled. “What do you want me to do, then?”

“Nothing,” Soobin shrugged. “I just go where my hoodie goes,”

“Ah, okay, then.” Y/N nodded before taking his hand. “Where do you want it to go?”

Soobin blinked, smiling softly before intertwining their hands shyly.

“I don’t know,” He muttered. “Wherever you want to go,”

“Hm,” Y/N smiled, continuing to walk with Soobin’s hand gripping hers tightly. “What if I want to go home and study?”

Soobin scrunched his nose up.

“I mean, I was thinking the arcade,” He said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“You have volleyball practice, volleyball prince.”

Soobin scoffed, swinging their hands in protest.

“Hey, can’t a guy blow off some steam? Besides, I told you to stop calling me that!” He whined as Y/N laughed.

At this, Soobin continued.

“Anyways, I wanted to go back to that basketball machine, you know? I’m really good at basketball too. When we were there, there was this volleyball prize—it was a good volleyball brand—and I really want it, but it’s like 5,000 tickets and I want to get it but I have to go to the arcade and actually win the tickets to—“

Cutting off his rambling, Y/N reached up and stole a peck from his lips.

Soobin froze, looking down at the girl who started to giggle at him dumbfounded expression.

“Ha, look at you! You look stu—“

Soobin took his face in her hands, leaning down and crashing his lips on hers.

Y/N smiled, hands trailing up to cover his that was cupping her face.

The kiss was soft, gentle, shy—the kiss she was expecting, but yet it was so much better than she imagined.

His lips were soft and plush like pillows—or maybe clouds—and there was no awkard clashing of noses or teeth.

Just her and him, right there.

Y/N pulled away with a smile as Soobin started to giggle, pressing quick pecks to her lips, nose, cheeks, anywhere on her face.

“Hey, hey, stop!” Y/N laughed as Soobin smiled again, planting another kiss on her lips with his hands tight around her waist.

She pulled away once more, pulling his hands off of her waist and intertwining it with his.

“Okay, now follow your hoodie to the arcade,”

Soobin grinned.

“I’d follow it everywhere,” Soobin said before stopping. “But right now, let’s go to the arcade please, baby?”

“Baby?” Y/N laughed teasingly as Soobin placed another peck on her lips.

“I’m doing everything I can for you to say yes, I really want that ball.”

Y/N laughed as Soobin wrapped his arm around her waist, giving her another kiss before dragging her to the arcade.

Everything was perfectly perfect.

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