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vivwritesfics · 2 days

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Quidditch Thighs

Lando and Max have big ol thighs from Quidditch. Charles and reader show them just how much they love them

Warnings: Smut, foursome, thigh riding

This was requested by @norrisleclercf1 and it's just been sitting here in my drafts for the longest bloody time, i legit can't believe it's taken me this long nat i'm so sorry i've been thinking about this fic daily

She loved to watch her boys playing quidditch. Especially in the summer, where she could sit outside on the grass and watch Lando and Max.

They always trained together. Whether the rest of the Slytherin team were with them or not, they always trained together. Charles, too, joined in, but that was a rarity. They had classes at different times, meaning the time they got to spend together was rare. Rare, but treasured.

She read on the grass as she watched them. It was quiet, with the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs still in classes. At the bottom of every page she looked up and watched as they raced each other to the snitch.

From her position on the grass she couldn't see the smiles on their faces as they chased each other. At one point the stitch was long forgotten and they just chased each other .

While she was reading, several of her fellow Ravenclaws came and sat by her. "We get why you sit here now," One of them said, wearing a smirk.

"Huh?" She asked as she looked up, slipping her bookmark between her pages. "What do you mean?"

"Well," another one began as she leaned back, propped up by her palms. "Look at their thighs. I wouldn't mind taking a seat there."

She was incredibly embarrassed as she looked between them. "W-what the hell, guys?" She cried, holding her book to her chest. "You know I'm dating both of them, right? Like, you're literally thirsting over my boyfriends in front of me."

"At least we haven't said anything about Charles," said the third. "Even though he is so hot."

Suddenly she was incredibly uncomfortable. Her grip on her book tightened and she looked at the Quidditch pitch. But even that felt wrong, especially with all of the things the other Ravenclaws had said.

She stop responding to them and they quickly stood up and walked off, clearly bored.

Eventually, Charles came and sat beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he kissed the top of her head. "Hey, chérie," he said quietly as she leaned against him.

Her response was mumbled. "What's up?" He asked softly, kindly. That's how Charles always was with her. Sweet and kind and so loving.

So, she told him what the other Ravenclaws had said to her, how it made her feel. Charles listened, nodded along and kissed her head again.

"Want me to go, uh, have a word with them?" He offered and she shook her head. No, that would have only made things worse. Charles knew that, but he still offered, making her feel loved. "They are right, though," he said. "They have no right to say it to you about our boyfriends, but they do have really nice thighs. Really sexy thighs."

"Charlie, I know!" She cried, gently hitting his chest. "I know, but they our boyfriends. They can't say that about our boyfriends." The last part was said quietly, muttered as Charles pulled her into his chest.

He laughed and she smacked his shoulder. "Okay, okay. How about we go down to the dungeon and show them just how much we love those thighs?"

She thought about it. They had the password to get in (Max wrote it in the back of Charles's notebook every time it changed, and it would be a welcome surprise for their tired boys.

Slowly, she nodded, but it soon picked up speed. "Yeah, okay. Let do it, let go. Now, c'mon, lets go," she said in quick succession and pulled Charles to his feet.

It wasn't clear whether Max and Lando could see them go. They (being her and Charles) weren't to know that the boys stopped their quidditch practice the moment they saw their partners had gone.

Max and Lando didn't know why they didn't expect it, why they didn't expect to find their partners on their beds in the Slytherin common room. "Shit," Lando hissed as he watched them, tangled together, lips locked. "Did you guys want for us?"

She pulled away from Charles, his leg between her own. "We tried," she whispered and buried her face against Charles's neck.

Lando stripped himself out of his quidditch robes. He climbed onto the bed with them, gently pulling the two of them away, attaching his lips to Charles.

Max gently pulled her over to him. He sat her on his lap and stroked his thumb over her cheek. "You look so pretty," he whispered and kissed her. And, as he kissed her, his hands on her hips, gently moving her on his thigh.

Whines left her lips as Max moved her. He pulled away to kiss down her neck, his grip on her tightening. Where he moved her gently against his thigh, she sped up, gripping his shoulders. "Max," she whispered, eyes shutting as she rested her forehead against his chest.

Suddenly, a hand was holding her own. She raised her head, looked at Charles and Lando toyed with him. "What is it, Schat?" Max whispered against her neck.

She simply whined, and he had barely touched her.

The friction was getting to be too much and too little all at the same time. She let out a cry and tried to pull away from Max's thigh, but he held her there, held her still. "What do you need?" Lando asked as he looked away from Charles.

Breathlessly, she looked at Lando and Charles over Max's shoulder. "Touch me," she squeaked, breathlessly. "Please.

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oatmilk-vampire · 2 days

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Steve Harrington needed hearing aids.

He wasn't born needing them. In fact, he was just about as healthy as a young man in his social class could be. But numerous head injuries eventually led to gradually worsening hearing loss, leading him to needing mostly useless hearing aids.

His damage was so severe he actually needed cochlear implants but his parents kicked him out of their house and off of their insurance plan when he got caught kissing his teammate back in high school. With his minimum wage job and splitting rent with his roommate Robin, he currently did not make enough money for such a luxury.

So he did the next best thing: he learned ASL.

It was free, other than his time invested, and Robin was the one to suggest it. After all, she was already fluent in five languages and had been in band for twelve years. If anyone could teach herself and a hard of hearing person to sign, it was Robin Buckley.

The only bad part was, they were the only two who seemed to know the damn language, leaving Steve to strain to hear or read lips lest he get (mostly) silently yelled at by some deranged customer.

So when he spotted a guy around his age with long, dark curly hair and perfectly round black glasses with side shields, he knew he had to act.

He knew what it was like to have people gloss over the fact that you exist, or even berate you for it; so he took a page out of Robin's book.

He learned braille.

Sure, technically Steve could still speak to the boy, but wouldn't it be more special if he could read what Steve wanted to say?

So he practiced and practiced until he was happy, bringing the card to work where his crush appeared to be a regular.

As Steve sees him walk in, he knows today's the day.

⠓⠊ ⠊ ⠁⠍ ⠎⠞⠑⠧⠑ ⠎⠕⠗⠗⠽ ⠊⠋ ⠞⠓⠊⠎ ⠊⠎ ⠺⠑⠊⠗⠙ ⠃⠥⠞ ⠊ ⠚⠥⠎⠞ ⠺⠁⠝⠞⠑⠙ ⠞⠕ ⠎⠁⠽ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠁⠗⠑ ⠗⠑⠁⠇⠇⠽ ⠉⠥⠞⠑ ⠁⠝⠙ ⠊ ⠺⠕⠥⠇⠙ ⠇⠊⠅⠑ ⠞⠕ ⠁⠎⠅ ⠽⠕⠥ ⠕⠥⠞ ⠕⠝ ⠁ ⠙⠁⠞⠑

Hi I am Steve sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you are really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

Steve is giddy when he wanders over to the boy in dark clothes. He had on black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a Metallica band tee, a leather jacket, and a denim battle vest. He's perfect. He's hot.

Steve's footsteps must be louder than he expects because the object of his affection immediately turns in his direction.

"Hi," Steve greets as he presses the thick stock paper into his hands.

The boy angles his head down with a frown as he traces an index finger over the raised dots, before looking right at Steve behind those dark frames.

He takes them off, and Steve learns after so long that his eyes are brown.

"I'm sorry," his crush says, Steve recognizing those syllables easy enough, "But I can't read this. What is it you're trying to say?"

But now that response is too much, Steve can't keep up. All he knows is the card he worked so carefully punching little holes in with a special tool he had to buy was now being pushed back into his hands.

Steve doesn't try to answer, he just wants to get the hell away before his tears spill over, but a hand on his shoulder stops him in his tracks.

He tenses, squeezes his eyes shut and braces for impact, but when a familiar hit doesn't land on his face, he cautiously opens his teary eyes to find him staring right at Steve.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but Steve can't be quite sure if he's checking on him or asking if he's gay.

Steve's own frown appears on his face as he points to his ears.

"Can't hear too good."

His mouth drops open, rushing to spiel something Steve doesn't catch. He must realize this because he's taking Steve's card back from him now as he mimics writing something with raised eyebrows.

Steve nods his head, more confused that the guy he thought was blind seemed to be understanding him perfectly.

He fishes out the little pad of paper and pen he keeps with him for moments not quite like this, passing the two items over.

He scribbles for a moment before letting Steve read what he's written in big loopy letters.

Hi, I'm Eddie. Sorry, I can't read braille. What did you say?

Steve furrows his brows.

I thought you might know it. Aren't you blind?

Eddie shakes his head with a little smile.

The glasses? I have killer migraines. Never go anywhere without them.

Steve smacks himself in the face. He's been such a fool!

Eddie taps him to gain his attention once more before handing him the notepad and pen.

What did you say? I'd like to know :)

Steve worries his bottom lip.

Hi I'm Steve. Sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you're really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

He's nervous as he hands it back, but Eddie's wide grin and eager nod does wonders to knock back those worries.

I thought you'd never ask, Steve.

#Some steddie au to soothe soul #canon typical violence for Steve tho #eddie's migraine wear inspired by my migraine wear #we wear sunglasses inside bitch #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #hard of hearing steve harrington #steddie au

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hanni-bae44 · 2 days

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Title: Forensic Partners (Eunseok)

Pairing- Eunseok x fem!reader

Genre- highschool au, classmates, fluff

Word Count- 4.3k

Summary- Eunseok had always found it fun to mess with you during class. At first it was just because he liked your reactions but as time passed, he began to realize that it was because he wanted your attention too. So while working with you on a forensics project, he decided that it was time to make his feelings known.

Eunseok had never liked assigned seats but for once, it was entertaining. He sat behind you in forensics and although he’d never admit it, you became the reason why he stopped skipping class. Forensics was his last period and it was always so tempting to skip but as the weeks went on, you’d bring life to the class he’d once found boring.

Like many students, he had chosen his electives a bit too late last year and now he was placed in a random class. He preferred to think everything happens for a reason though, so maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t get the elective he had initially wanted because then he wouldn’t have met you.

From the moment he met you this year, he found you interesting. The first week of school was always boring but that changed when he was just minding his own business and you tripped over a cord right into his arms. It was almost out of the movies how he caught you, except there wasn’t any slow motion and you were quite cranky. He'd never forget that day. You didn’t even thank him and just walked to your seat with a scowl on your face. He was taken aback by your attitude but didn’t comment on it, now surprised to see that your assigned seat was right in front of his. He was ecstatic. He just knew you were going to be fun to mess with.

Now that it was nearing the end of the semester, it had been an interesting year indeed. You were so fun to mess with that it made him actually want to come to class.

It was the end of the day again when Eunseok leaned back in his seat, bored out of his mind. He had been doodling on the desk, too lazy to take notes. As he stared at the back of your head, he figured having some fun wouldn't hurt. Without wasting another second, he tore out a page in his notebook and crumbled it into a ball. After making sure that the teacher wasn't paying attention, he took his shot in your hair.

You were taking notes from the powerpoint when you felt a hit from the back of your head. “Stop,” you muttered as you turned to face the boy, attempting to throw it back at his face. “It’s the end of the day and I’m tired, can’t you just leave me alone for one day?” You already had a headache from a long day of classes and didn't need him to add to it. On days where you’re bored, you’ll entertain him. But with how exams were coming up, you definitely didn't need any distractions.

Eunseok was quick with his reflexes, dodging the ball with ease, causing it to hit the wall behind him. He then raised a brow, practically challenging you to retaliate but you held back. You wished you could wipe the smirk off his symmetrical, pretty face. Even though you found him unbearable sometimes, you couldn’t even deny that he was good looking. Everything about him was just so annoying.

“You’re really immature,” you said in defeat. You narrowed your eyes, fully aware of how immature you were being too. You then decided to get back to your notes but it wasn’t long before he distracted you again by bouncing his feet loudly on the back of your chair’s under compartment.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips and Eunseok swore he saw steam emit from the back of your head. “You look tense. Are you okay there?” he teased.

“It’s because I am. Do I look okay to you?” you angrily muttered as you turned around to face him. You tried to keep your voice at a whisper but failed, garnering the teacher’s attention as the whole class fell silent.

“Mr. Song, is there anything you and miss Y/L/N would like to share with the class?” Your teacher’s voice resonated in the packed classroom.

“No Ms. Kim.” Eunseok smiled. Thankfully with his quick wits, he managed to avoid himself a sentence in detention. Unfortunately for you, Mrs. Kim never liked you in the first place and gave you detention for disrupting and talking back even though you were just explaining to her how Eunseok threw a paper ball at you. Life was so unfair. Yet another reason why you hated this class.

The dismissal bell rang soon after that and while you went to detention, Eunseok headed to the media center to get tutored in a core class. After what seemed like forever, he finally walked out of the building with his stomach growling. On his way to the nearest vending machine, he spotted you in the classroom where detention was held. The door was held slightly open and you were laughing at something the boy beside you said. Upon a closer look, he realized that it was Anton whom he’d always seen you around in the hallways with. He knew that you guys were friends but since when were you two that close? He didn’t know why he suddenly cared, but he found himself uneasy. Eunseok couldn’t help but be nosey. Were you always this talkative? What could Anton possibly be saying that was so funny?

Eunseok felt something bubbling in his stomach but brushed it off as hunger. Yeah, it had to be hunger. He pulled his gaze away from the classroom and then proceeded to grab a bag of potato chips before walking home.

The next week in forensics class, there was a final unit project and once again Eunseok was your assigned partner. The whole purpose of this assignment was to create a 3D crime scene model and write a report on the forensic evidence. There was a lot of freedom with this project but given how it was a partner project, it didn’t always feel as freeing. Some people didn’t pull their weight and some wouldn’t even show up to class. You supposed you should be thankful. At least your partner stopped skipping class and actually started to pull his weight.

After the teacher went through the rubric and expectations, you went up to the front of the room to grab the materials for the 3D crime scene. When you returned to your desk, you began to read the instructions again before facing the boy you were assigned to work with every unit project.

“Hello partner,” Eunseok said from behind you, tapping your shoulder. “We should be working together if you forgot.”

“I know, just give me a second,” you sighed before turning your desk to face him.

You both began to brainstorm what to make the crime scene about. It took you a while to gather your thoughts and when you did, your ideas still felt flat. “I honestly have no idea what to make the crime scene about. A murder at a house? An argument gone wrong? What do you think we should do?” you asked Eunseok, trying to get his input too.

“How about a murder at the lake? Maybe the victims were on a date and they just happened to be there at the wrong time. It’d be fun to create a whole backstory for a serial killer that does it for passion. We’ll be able to add a good amount of forensic evidence into this for the report too.”

“That’s actually a good idea,” you nodded, surprised by his idea. He has never taken the initiative to lead a project before so you were impressed. Usually you’d set all the bases and he’d just do the bare minimum. “Here is some clay, make the bodies then,” you ordered as you wanted to paint.

“But I wanted to eat my chips,” he whined after having grabbed the snack from his bag. “Can’t I do the essay instead?”

“Right, like I’d trust you to write the most important section of this project when you can barely write a good thesis. You can eat the chips later, for now let's just do the 3D model and then we’ll work on the essay later.”

“Fine, bossy pants,” he grumbled before shoving the chips back into his bag. He then rolled up his sleeves and opened the tub of clay.

“We only have 30 minutes left before the bell rings, and three class periods to work on this before the presentation on Friday.” You reminded him as you started to paint the shoebox to model the pond and grass. “I think we should work on this outside of school and get it over with as soon as possible just in case we don’t finish before the due date.”

“We’ll manage. You think too much, this project is easier than the others,” he argued. While he said it was easy, his hands didn’t make the project look so easy. Sculpting human bodies out of clay was more difficult than he had thought.

Sighing, you continued with your painting of the lake and tried to avoid the urge to micromanage everything. Eunseok was so calm that it was so off putting. Sometimes it seemed like you were the only one that cared about grades in this class.

“So what’s the story for our victims? Are we going for the ballistic route? Some random tool? Or is the serial killer one for knives?” you asked, while waiting for the paint to dry between layers.

Eunseok didn’t hesitate to drop the clay on the desk. He was always one for talking with his hands. “I was thinking about ballistics since we just finished the unit. It’s easy to determine if a gun is shot from afar on the crime scene at first glance and it’ll add to the story without us having to explain too much during the presentation.”

“Wow,” you applauded, surprised at how thought out he was. “You pay attention to this class a lot for someone who just slacks off all day.”

“Hey, just because I’m lazy doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention. I have a photographic memory, you know.”

“Yeah right,” you humored him.

“You think too lowly of me,” Eunseok sulked.

You placed a hand over your chest. “My apologies for I seem to have hurt your feelings”.

Eunseok scoffed, leaning back in his seat. “Ask me anything that has ever happened in this classroom, I’ll remember it all,” he gloated. He waited for you to ask but when you didn’t, he began to go on about random things. “The first day of school? You wore ripped jeans and a gray hoodie. The day you tripped over the projector cord? You wore a rock band t-shirt and black shorts.”

Your eyes widened and you were actually impressed. Hell, you didn’t even remember what you wore yesterday so just how could he have remembered what you wore months ago? “Okay… Anything else you remember that isn’t what I wore?” you challenged.

He was quiet for a few seconds then smirked. “I remember that you said you‘ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Okay,” you groaned, hating the fact that he had overheard a conversation you and your friend had in the hallway. You didn’t hear the end of his teasing that day, and today was not about to be a repeat. “That’s enough, let’s get back to work.”

He scoffed, a sly smirk resting at the corner of his lips. You were way too much fun to tease.

For the rest of the time you and him worked together, he would begin to bring up random facts about yourself that you’d mentioned in conversations weeks ago. As he was explaining, you couldn’t help but overthink. Was it just his good memory, or was a part of him paying attention to you too? As much as you hated to admit it, a part of your stomach fluttered at how much he recalled about you.

When the last bell of the day rang, you looked down at your minimal progress then back at Eunseok. “This is going to need a lot more work. Are you busy after school? Let's work on the project together so we can get it over with faster,” you asked while packing up.

“Not busy and sounds good,” Eunseok said before slinging his bag over his shoulder. He waited for you to finish putting away your stuff before walking with you.

At times like this, it was a good thing to have your assigned partner live so close by to the school. Every time you had a unit project that would require working outside of the classroom, you always went to his house. The old seats in the library were uncomfortable and quite frankly Eunseok’s sofa cushions felt like heaven.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he offered once you both made it to his house. He had just placed his bag on the floor, and was already he was getting himself a snack and a drink.

“Just water,” you replied.

While he ate his chips, you began to set out all the materials for the project on the coffee table. He’d sit next to you after he finished snacking and you both began to work on the project together. Although sitting next to him wasn’t uncomfortable, sometimes he’d get a bit too close for comfort. His knees kept pressing against yours and while you’d try to scoot over, he’d just scoot over too, barely leaving room in between the two of you. Sometimes you swore he did this on purpose just to get a reaction out of you.

Although you liked it when he’d do stuff like this, you’d never admit it. Your feelings for him had only grown and you weren’t so sure how much you could take it anymore before you accidentally revealed how you felt. The last thing you wanted was for him to find out how much effect he has had on you lately.

You hoped the butterflies would go away as you ignored him, but it didn’t work. His body heat was radiating more and more as you sat next to him. He was so close at times that if you just both turned at the same time, you two would’ve kissed. You didn’t comment on it nor act any different, but you definitely felt a shift in the air.

An hour would barely pass before Eunseok grew tired of focusing on the assignment, evident by how he was complaining about his hands. He placed the last of the clay on the table before wiping his hands on a piece of paper. “I finished my part but I don’t think I can paint the clothes and faces on until tomorrow. How far have you gotten?” He then glanced inside the shoebox where the majority of the scenery was done. “Wow.”

“It looks good right?” you said in awe as you admired your work. You were proud of how much you were able to get done despite him distracting you with his presence and constant talking.

“Yeah, it does.” Eunseok nodded, only sparing it a glance.

When he didn’t say anything else, you turned to face him only to realize that he was already looking at you. He didn’t smile but his eyes did roam your face, making you feel self conscious. “Is there something on my face?” you mumbled, genuinely curious as to why he was looking at you so intensely.

“Nope,” he smiled softly. “Just a little ugly though, nothing a smile can't fix.”

“You’re intolerable,” you whined. At this point, you knew he’d say anything to make you irritated.

“I’m kidding,” he reasoned, placing a hand over yours. Even though it was a brief and innocent touch, it still made your heart flutter. “Even if you don't smile, you look fine. Anyway, are you hungry?” he quickly asked after, changing the subject. You didn’t even know what to say to his compliment. Except was it even a compliment? He then got up to wash his hands before grabbing his phone. “We can order pizza if you want before you leave.”

You glanced at the clock and agreed after realizing that you hadn’t eaten since noon. While he ordered the pizza, you couldn’t help but think about what he meant when he said you looked fine even when you didn’t smile. What did that even mean? Maybe he was just joking. You decided not to press on it.

For the next hour, you continued to work on the 3D model with him while waiting for the pizza to arrive. You thought your heart would stop fluttering by now but unfortunately, the pit in the bottom of your stomach would only grow as he’d continue to eat cutely, smile, and brush his fingers against yours.

For the next few days, you’d end up working on the crime scene model at his house while working on the report in class since the project was starting to become too heavy to bring back and forth.

The day before the project was due, you managed to finish the 3D model with only the report left to be done. You were over at Eunseok’s house for an hour now and unfortunately you were nowhere close to being done with the paper. The whole thing had to be hand written for some reason and it only added to the amount of workload you had. After the constant scraping of your paper, you decided to type out the report on the laptop first to make it easier to edit before writing it out.

By now, everything about this project was going smoothly and you couldn’t wait until it was over. Every time you had to work with Eunseok this semester, you only ended up falling for him even more. And after months of this, you definitely needed some distance to push those feelings away.

The both of you had just finished the final touches on the crime scene model when once again, he scooted closer to you, bumping your knee.

“Can you give me some space?” you asked, having enough of his games. At this point, he was breathing in your breath and you were breathing in his. His face was a mere three inches away from yours and you couldn’t pretend like you didn't see him staring at you any longer.

“What?” Eunseok asked innocently. His eyes were still glued on yours as he gestured to the laptop with a soft smirk. “I just wanted to see what you’re typing.”

“I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work,” you sighed, leaning back against the sofa to create a distance.

“And what exactly am I doing?” He tilted his head with a brow raised.

“You’re trying to distract me like you always do.”

“So it’s working?” he grinned. “Have you fallen for me yet? You know, like the first week of school when you fell into my arms?”

You flicked his leg then placed the laptop on the coffee table. “Can you stop bringing that up? And no I haven’t fallen for you.” The last thing you wanted was for him to get the wrong impression. Sure, you found him attractive but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction to know that. You wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Come on, I was joking,” he insisted, bumping your knee before grabbing the laptop and placing it back on your lap. It was an innocent gesture that you weren’t opposed to but still, it made you sharply exhale that he smirked when he saw. “Are you good?” he asked, noticing your stiffness.

“No,” you huffed. “Just scoot over a bit, I can’t breathe when you’re so close.”

Eunseok didn’t listen though, and just bumped your shoulder, causing you to bump his shoulder back. This went on two more times until your phone went off, and a text from Anton came through. You lightly shoved Eunseok one last time before unlocking your phone to text your friend back who had sent you a funny meme.

“You’re close with Anton?” Eunseok questioned. He peered over at your phone screen only to see a lame meme he had sent you and scoffed. He then remembered how he saw you with Anton in detention that day, seemingly so close and flirty. He tried not to think about it but now that he saw how close you and Anton actually were, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the thought of you and Anton together.

“Yes, he’s my friend,” you said as if it weren’t obvious already. You were smiling at the picture Anton sent you when it got a bit too quiet from Eunseok’s end.

“Do you like him?” Eunseok asked before he could stop himself. He didn’t mean to ask it so abruptly but he didn’t care anymore to lace his tone in a teasing manner.

Your thumbs froze on the screen and you looked up at him, raising a brow. “I don't but why do you care?”

He shrugged. “I don’t, I’m just curious.”

“Okay,” you nodded before letting the subject go and going back to texting Anton.

“Do you like anyone else then?” he asked further.

You weren’t sure why he suddenly cared so much about who you liked but you definitely weren’t going to give him a definite answer. You finished replying to Anton before placing your phone down and challenging him with the same question. “Do you like someone?“

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” he said softly, eyes boring into yours. He didn’t look away from you and for a split second, you wondered why he didn’t just deflect instead of giving such a lame response.

“Well whoever your poor crush is, I’ll pray for them,” you said jokingly.

“Aren’t you even the littlest bit curious who I like?”

“If I asked, would you even tell me?” You would be lying to yourself if you hadn’t ever wondered who his type was or who he liked but you’d never ask him that. Especially when you knew he’d probably say another girl’s name and just the thought of him liking someone else made your stomach churn. The only other option was to avoid the thought all together.

“Try asking,” he encouraged, sitting up straight.

“Okay,” you sighed, preparing yourself for the worst. “Who do you like then?”

Eunseok didn’t hesitate when he said, “You.” In fact, he didn’t even break eye contact with you.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Of course he would say this just to get a reaction out of you. “That’s not funny, now let's stop messing around. We still have a bit more work to do.” You weren’t sure where to go from there but you didn’t want to talk about it any longer so you tried to concentrate on typing your final report instead. And thankfully after a minute of him insisting he was serious, he dropped the subject too.

The next day you and Eunseok both presented your 3D crime scene model to the class and scored the maximum amount of points, with only the report section left to get graded. You didn't say much to him during class, only talking to him when you had too.

After class, you were determined to do the same thing and dipped fast to avoid him. You didn’t even know what you would say, especially after his sincere/ not sincere confession yesterday. You hated how much his words got to you. Did he even mean it or was it all just a joke to him? You couldn’t tell and you definitely weren’t going to ask.

While you tried to speed walk out of the classroom, Eunseok managed to catch up with you in the hallway, wrapping an arm over your shoulder.

“So should we go somewhere to celebrate our teamwork this semester? What do you say?” he beamed with a smile. It was almost as if everything was back to normal and that he totally didn’t say that he liked you at all yesterday.

“You’re joking,” you sighed, peeling his arm off you. His confession from yesterday still took you by surprise and while you liked him too, you didn’t know where you two stood exactly to be getting ice cream so casually. You ignored the feeling in your stomach that kept sending signals to your brain that he meant it as something more. It was definitely not a date, no. He was just playing around, just like he did yesterday.

“I’m serious,” he quipped. “How about we get ice cream? My treat.”

“It’s not exactly your treat if your parents own the place and you get everything for free,” you deadpanned.

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging,” he pouted. “It’s just ice cream and it’s not like it’s a date or anything so if what I said yesterday bothers you then you can just pretend I didn’t say anything,” he assured you, noticing how you were staring blankly at the floor, spacing out.

You stopped walking, then leaned against the lockers. You supposed you couldn't just avoid his words like they meant nothing anymore. “Did you really mean what you said yesterday then?” you asked, eyes trailing over the bridge of his nose to the slight curl of his lips. He seemed sincere and not playful for once.

“You’re asking if I actually like you? Yes I do,” he answered honestly, a bit tired of how dismissive you were being. “So you in or what? It’s just ice cream.”

Your expression softened. Perhaps you were just being overly cynical. “Sure,” you gave in. “But only because of the ice cream.”

“Sure. Only because of the ice cream.” He seemed less than convinced but flashed a tender smile still, eyes lighting up at your response. “Now come on partner,” he urged, walking alongside you. He then threw his arm over your shoulder again, pulling you closer to his side.

And this time? You didn’t push him off.