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blushyeleven · 10 months

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okay so I’m finally writing the Sam and Tara fic because there isn’t enough scream tickle content and ive been in a rlly bad Lee mood for these two for the past couple of weeks😭

note: I started this back in may😭

Characters: ler!sam lee!tara

Warnings: tickles, swearing

𝑵𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒏

It was early evening. The sun was setting, leaving the sky filled with mesmerising hues of pink and orange. Looming over the wild and busy city that was New York.

Tara was happilly sat on her Sofa at her Shared Apartment, deciding to relax after a long and tiring day at college. Sam hadn’t been home from work long and was making herself busy in her bedroom while you could hear faint voices coming from Quinn’s rooms, assuming Quinn was with one of her “male friends” tara decided not to bother her and just stay laying on the sofa, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. Her time to relax from the world around her. The way she put her mind at ease and comfort. Reading blogs and scrolling through short funny videos.

Tara also found enjoyment in reading fanfiction, she could get lost in the stories and forget the world she was currently in. She actually decided to look for some fan fiction to read.. but taras taste in fanfiction wasn’t the day to day genres you would normally see. Nothing intense or taboo, she didn’t enjoy reading those. She was just very open to unusual and unheard of ideas within fan fiction. She loved seeing what people would come up with in a couple of paragraphs. So as she was scrolling aimlessly through her phone she stumbled upon a fanfic title that made her face react with a vibrant blush, plastered across her cheeks.

“Tickle fan fiction”. “What the fu-“ she giggled to herself. But her curiosity got the better of her and she clicked on it. As she tapped on it she was met with a whole new google page full of fan fictions that seemed to be centred around a character being tickled. She giggled at the idea, thinking it was just silly but also kinda cute at the same time as she sat reading some. Clearly interested. She felt drawn to them in some sort of way. She wondered why this was a thing but at the same time enjoyed reading them. It was obvious that the fan fictions she was reading wasn’t anything to do with a kink or fetishes but just playful tickle fights and she quite enjoyed reading them. Mostly because it gave her a sense of nostalgia from when her and sam were younger and they use to break out into vicious tickle fights a lot but as they grew up that wasn’t so common. Tara missed the feeling of rolling around on the floor, giggling childishly as sams fingers scribbled around her whole body. She found herself getting lost In thought and intensely blushing at her nostalgic memories. Tara was Never one that hated being tickled, she viewed it as something that brought her and her friends closer, just spending time, laughing and rolling around the floor. Because for those two minutes everything felt right in the world. She also never hated the feeling but none of this crossed her mind until she found these fanfictions

She just laid across the sofa, loosing track of the time as she just carried on reading the tickle fanfiction.

She was so focussed on these that she didn’t even see Sam come out of her room and call her name. “Tara?” Sam said and that’s when Tara snapped back into reality “oh! h-hey sam!” Sams presence obviously caught Tara off guard and that was noticeable by her voice. “You alright there?” Sam giggled seeing Tara look a little surprised. “Yup! All good! How was your day at work?” Tara asked, her eyes still following the words on her screen. “It was good, boring as always but it was good! How was college?” Sam asked but at this point she raised a brow seeing Tara so interested at what was on her phone. “Uhh it was also good! Tiring though” Tara replied, her eyes still glued to her screen. Sam giggled again just watching Tara be so invested on what she was reading and she couldn’t help but be curious. So she walked over and sat right next to her “what’s so interesting then?” She asked innocently. “I- nothing!” Tara responded, finally looking at Sam this time. “Are you sure? You look reallyyy concentrated on your phone right now! It’s gotta be something!” Sam said with a playful smile. “Nope! Nothing!” Tara just kept denying everything in hopes that Sam would eventually leave her alone.. but unfortunate for Tara this wasn’t the case. “Are you texting somebody?” Sam just kept smiling at her sister. It was funny to see her a little worked up over just a few innocent questions. Although sam didn’t want to be to nosy and overstep the line so she just kept the questions short. “Nope” Tara replied “oh! What are you reading then?” “I- what? Nothing!” Tara answered quickly. At this point sam could see that Tara was just flustered and she thought it would be funny to carry on teasing her. “Oh it definitely is something!!” Sam said and then rested her head on taras shoulder trying to get a closer look at the phone.

Tara noticed this and tried to move her phone away but clearly didn’t move it quick enough because sams reply was enough to make her vibrant blush re-apear “a- a tickle fanfiction?” Sams eyes were slightly wide but she looked on the verge of explosive laughter. “I- I… I don’t know what your taking about” Tara became very shy and dismissive. “oh yeah?” Sam said with a slight teasing tone lingering in her voice before she quickly and jokingly grabbed taras phone before standing up infront of her “hey- sam!!” and sam read in a overly dramatic tone “and she wiggled her nails into her sides causing her to react with heaps of helpless laughter” and then she giggled to herself “yeah , definitely not tickle related!” Sam lightly threw taras phone as it landed next to her and she was giggling even more seeing taras whole face become cotton floss pink. Tara decided not to say anything and just avoid sams eye contact, embarrassment radiating through her veins. “Sooo..” sam trailed off with the biggest, cheekiest smile and she sat next to Tara again but facing her this time. “What’s that all about?” She said through her snickers. “I- it.. it just popped up..” tara said quite enough it could have been a mumble. “Oh? It just popped up hm? And what.. you decided to read it still?” Sam was just staright up teasing tara at this point, knowing how embarrassed she was. Sam actually thought it was adorable. “Well- I-“ tara couldn’t even talk. She was so flustered that she could barely form words. “Hey! I’m not judging or anything! I just.. didn’t expect it from you and think it’s kinda funny!” Sam reassured the whole time with a smile beaming in her face and how hilarious but yet endearing this situation was. Tara, who was still avoiding eye contact just gave a slow nod.

“Do you mind me asking.. why you were reading it?” This time taras breath hitched and her blush didn’t leave her face once. “I- well… I- I thought the idea was kinda.. cute..” Tara managed to say, still not able to look sam in the eyes. “What? Being tickled?” Sam giggled with her smile still prominent. “I-“ Tara just decided to nod again slightly. You could tell by sams smile never leaving that she thought it was adorable. “So.. does that mean.. you wanna be tickled?” Sam asked innocently with slight hope in her voice. She thought this was a perfect opportunity to bond with Tara and bring a little silliness into the atmosphere. “I- I don’t know..” Tara tried to avoid the question as much as she continued to avoid sams teasing gaze. “oh come on!” Sam said, snickering. “Okay! Fine! Whatever! Yes!” Tara spat out, looking at Sam now with a tinge of red apearing across her cheeks. Sams smile was still stuck on her face, becoming a little excited to do this with her little sister again. Like they did when they were younger.

“Okay!! Well.. don’t forget, you wanted this!” sam teased before her hands scribbling into taras sides. Tara had no time to instinctively build up a defence, instead as soon as her sides were met with sams scribbling hands she burst out with loud, bubbly laughter. “HAHAHAH SAHAHAMM!!!” She began to wriggle under sams grip. There they were. The same situation that became a distant memory that was a regular occurrence for them 10 years ago. Tara proving to be as ticklish as she was when she was little and sam still being a ruthless, teasy ler. Sam moved her fingers to taras stomach, scurrying her fingers along the surface as taras squeaks of laughter did not die down once. “AHAHAHHAHA!!!! OH MY GOHOD!!!” tara was squirming relentlessly while kicking her legs as the feeling coursed through her body and caused her to release heaps of highly gibberish and child-like laughter. “Jeez tara, you really are just as ticklish from when you were little!” Sam smirked slightly, knowing there was nothing Tara could do to stop her brutal attack. Not that Tara wanted or attempted to stop her attack. She practically asked for this.. “SHUHUT UHUPP!” Was her best snarky comeback as most of her words blended together with the giggles and shrieks.

“this is actually addicting” Sam stated, her smile making a return as she watched Tara wiggle and squirm all while sounding like a 7 year old. Sam knew exactly how to tease Tara and make her blush. Her next spot was her ribs, which she clawed at, smirking lightly. “SAHAHAM!!!” Tara squealed. “Whattt!” She said in a mock innocence tone. “I- AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!!” “Oh is this still a bad spot?” As much as Sams Tone came across as gentle it had a slight edge of mischief. Sam didn’t even give Tara and opportunity to try and come up with an answer because her attempted words were subsided with laughter. “AHAHAHAAAHAHAHA F-FUHUCK THIHIS!!” Tara was squirming from left to right and kicking her legs, all effortless attempts to get the tingly feeling to mellow. “Oh but Tara, isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you miss this?” Sam was smirking as Tara wiggled and screamed in helpless laughter. “I- SHUHUT UHUP!!” Tara Said again, having no legitimate comeback. “I almost forgot how ticklish you were! I’m so glad you reminded me!” Sams ‘older sister’ mode was definitely activated because even though they were older now sam was still teasing her like she did when they younger.

Taras blush made a re-appearance and it was painted across her whole face. Her ears were were even a slight tinge of pink and sam thought it was absolutely adorable. I mean. Her younger sister, was getting flustered, all over a little bit of tickling. She also felt a sense of comfort and and enjoyment in the moment. It was something about watching Tara being all giggly and flushed. It really warmed sams heart. But at the same time sam just wanted to absolutely wreck her with tickles because she knew Tara was enjoying every minute of it. Even through her protests.

Sams Hands crawled up to taras armpits and Tara desperately tried to clench her arms to her sides to try and block sams black painted nails from being able to scratch at that particularly sensitive spot. “AAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH” Sam noticed taras attempt of trying to cover her armpits. Sam then had an evil idea and used one hand to grab both of taras and pin them above her head, Tara didn’t put up much of a fight but as soon as sam pinned her arms up she then dug her hand back into her armpit, scratching at it. “NOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHHA!! SHIHHITT!!! AHAHAHAH!!” Tara tugged at her arms out of instinct and continues kicking her legs like a toddler having a tantrum. This is also when taras eyes started to water from laughing so hard. It was around this point that Sam knew that she was close to her breaking point. Sams fingers started to Speed up as much as she could, spidering her fingers directly into her Hollows and draining all the laughter from taras mouth. “AHAHAHAHAHAA… …” taras watery eyes quickly turned into a few tears running down the side of her cheek and her laughter became silent and that’s when Sam let go of her arms and pulled her hands back but still sitting on top of her and smiling.

“Oh.. My.. god” Tara said, her breathing very heavy and her face is stained red. “looks like you enjoyed that” Sam said with a warm smile and then climbed off her sister, who was laying on the sofa and she sat next to her. As flustered as Tara was she actually managed to admit it. “Yeah.. t-That was.. fun..” she said through a small amount of stutters. “Well.. I know i gotta do that more often!” Sam joked with a small giggle seeing Tara blush again. “I-.. thankyou..” she said, avoiding sams eye contact once again. “Ofcourse” Sam said with a more soft and caring voice. “god, that’s really tired me out” Tara said, finally being able to re-collect her breath. “Yeah, you should probably get some rest after that” Sam giggled and then Tara shuffled herself up and just layed against her sofa, resting her head on the pillow and shutting her eyes.

“I love you sam” she said with a quite voice. “I love you to Tara” Sam said with another comforting smile and sam reached over to grab a blanket and carefully place it over Tara. Sam smiled to herself, thinking about how the evening turned out. But she was content in knowing that this would be a recurring thing, like when they were little.

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stayinhellevator · 7 months

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Hard To Love

Where Chan was hard to love but harder to not. Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!Reader // Lee Know x gn!Reader Genre: Angst with fluff at the end / friends to lovers Word Count: 4471 Warning: cuss words, implied toxic behaviour, mentions of a girlfriend and ragging. Playlist: Every Road Leads ~ Bette Midler

Bang Chan was hard to love. To you at least.

You had known Christopher Bang all your life. Your parents were neighbours turned friends which naturally passed on to Chan and you; childhood best friends keeping their friendship intact all the way to high school and even through college. And now, even as you both were adults, occupied in your own jobs, your friendship still remained, stronger than ever.

It was safe to say, you had the best memories with Chan. Be it breaking rules or crying over some soppy ass movie on a Saturday night; laughing at weird corny jokes or bawling over a nasty breakup. All your firsts also belonged to each other, call it curiosity or whatever. There wasn’t much to complain about your platonic journey with Chan.

Except when there was. Things weren’t all that platonic on your end, after all. And how couldn’t they? Chan was perfect after all, at least for you. To you. But it was hard to love Christopher ‘Chan’ Bang.

“Hey __!! Where’s Chan hyung? Is he not coming tonight?”

Jeongin’s loud call jerked you back into the present, as you noticed all of their attention was now on you.

“He said he’ll be on time and now everyone’s here while he’s slacking.”

Hyunjin dramatically shook his head, as if to expressly show his disapproval, not that Chan or anyone in the room cared much.

“How would I know? I’m right here, sitting with you guys, aren’t I?”

You tried using sarcasm as a way to ward off their attention from you, knowing that they thought you both must’ve fought and were now grovelling for each other. But the truth was, you really didn’t know where Chan was; you hadn’t known anything about him for a few months now.

“I don’t know, you guys are always attached to each other’s hip so…”

Jisung’s voice, masked with indifference, couldn’t hide the amusement that filled his eyes at the irony of the situation, which made you scoff in annoyance.

As Chan and you got into high school, you befriended Changbin and Minho respectively and together you guys made a lot of memories and unable to part ways, you took admission in the same college where you found Jisung and his younger brother Seungmin, then Hyunjin and lastly Minho’s younger brother Jeongin too joined your group, all of them a year junior to the four of you. The last to join your group was also a junior, another Australian, Felix, that Chan saved from ragging and introduced him to your group. Since then the nine of you are inseparable.

Honestly though, the group was always divided a little by biases towards Chan and you. Changbin and Minho sided with you for some reason. If teams were being formed, they would be the first to pick you, even when Chan wouldn’t and you could now for sure say that if things ever went downhill, they’d be the ones to never leave your side whereas Hyunjin, Han and Jeongin always biased Chan, dare you say revered him for some reason. Felix was the obvious one, Chan literally was his knight in shining armour though your friends always joked that he had some kind of bi-panic towards Chan and you. Seungmin on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered less. If it were casually picking teams, he’d go by whatever team he was feeling that day. But if it were a serious issue, he’d always side with whatever he thought was right. So he never really picked a side.

In his words, “I dislike you motherfuckers all the same.” But you knew that his precious heart would and could never pick sides. And you adored him and this little chosen family of yours, even if they gave you run for your money sometimes, a little less than you adored Chan though.

Chan was for a lack of better words, MIA these days. He used to tell you that he couldn’t survive an hour without you, which was somewhat true based on your history. You guys were indeed always attached to hip, no matter how much you wanted to punch the smirk off Jisung’s face.

“Sorry guys I had an emergency.”

Lo and behold, there he was. The man of the hour, truly. He was on everybody’s mind yet you couldn’t be sure what or who was on HIS mind. Strolling in so casually and effortlessly gorgeous, oblivious to the storm in your head, greeting everyone with that bright smile of his that easily made your heart skip a beat or two. He exuded main character energy; the handsome protagonist that makes all the girls in college swoon, that is adored by children and elders alike, the favourite friend of all the parents, the one that can easily make friends with even the coldest person in the world, the one who got the most roses during valentines and would smoothly reject them with the most innocent face as if he didn’t know the entire female population of the college liked him.

He was annoying and charming and you were just another female in that lot, who failed to resist him. But who could blame you when you were so close to him that you could almost taste the kind of love that you wanted from him. You were not delusional after all, just hopeful.

“Hey sweet girl! How are you doing?”

But it was harder to not love him, especially when he spoke to you like that. The sweet nicknames in his honey like voice, the genuine adoration in his alluring eyes and the way his words seemed to always melt your heart in a mush. You’ve loved him ever since you first understood what love was.

“I’m good. How about you?”

You could feel the squeak in your words, and so did the other seven men in the room, as if someone had wrung your throat and made you answer but Chan only passed you his infamous flashing smile.

“I’m good too, now that I’ve seen you.”

And he said it so casually, oblivious to the heat spreading the entirety of your face and the racing of your heart, that you knew it didn’t mean what you actually wanted it to mean. This was the real him, he had always been good with words, it came naturally to him. Maybe you weren’t a special case to him for he naturally had so much love to give to everyone, even if you selfishly wanted to be the only one.

Maybe, this was all he ever was-oblivious. He couldn’t see what the rest of your friends could, your parents could, the entire college could, heck you’re sure even a stranger would if they were to be in your vicinity. But he didn’t. He couldn’t see the person he said he knew the best. At least, not anymore. You should’ve known. He was the best at obliviousness.

“You were the one who disappeared and are now suddenly back with your cheesy words.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to feign nonchalance, pretend that you didn’t care about him, pretend that it didn’t hurt, his actions don’t hurt. After all, this was what you were the best at-pretence.

He sat beside you with a soft, dramatic ‘oof’ and wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a bear hug. You let out a sigh of relief, as if a burden was lifted off your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I know that’s on me but I was going through something, that I’ll soon share with you, before you say it. You know I’d never abandon you like that, don’t you?”

You did know that, didn’t you? Chan had always been so attentive and caring towards you ever since your first day at kindergarten together. Holding your hands all the way up to class, tending to your physical injuries, lending his shoulders to cry on, memorised all your allergies and actively watched out for you, never letting you walk on the road side, crossing roads with you as if he were protecting a child, having your orders from all cafés and restaurants at the back of his mind and even healing all your mental scars, all but that which were related to him. How could you not love him when he made you feel like you were on top of the world, like you two were the only ones for each other, like he reciprocated your feelings? These little things were what actually attracted you to him.

Only to go on dates with people that could even give supermodels run for their money. His dates made you realise that you would never be close to his ideal type, you’d never be what he wants in life, thereby discouraging you from confessing whenever you mustered up some courage.

“Yeah you’re being unfair to all of us. Do you know how much __ missed you? Kept asking about you all the damn time.”

You glared at Felix with so much heat that he visibly squirmed at his place, beside Seungmin, who though had a blank look on his face, smacked his arm as if gesturing to stop his nonsense.

“The last time I remember, it was Chan’s minions, who were hassling __ for his whereabouts, Felix, wasn’t it?”

Changbin, as always, your saviour took your side and effectively shut the boys up, who were clearly enjoying your plight.

“Ah! My bad, guys. But what’s so wrong with my girl missing me, Bin?”

You jerked up from his hold to look at him but he didn’t let your hands escape his as he stared back at you with a playful glint in his warm eyes. You could hear a lot of ‘oohs’ and giggles around you but you couldn’t care less because he was doing it again; giving you hope that you guys were something more, only to turn around and switch to the same old best friends forever shit.

“No no there’s absolutely nothing wrong with YOUR girl missing you.”

You could hear Hyunjin’s annoying drawl but you held your breath, waiting for him to do just exactly what you expected of him, you knew him better than he knew you after all, heck you knew him better than he knew himself and you knew you couldn’t be wrong about him, even though you kept hoping against hope. You wanted to be wrong tonight.

“Exactly! So stop teasing my best friend about it.”

Yup! There it was; the tag that you once wore with honour gradually turning into a weight holding you down. The giggles quietened as your shoulders sunk and you relaxed back into the couch, you didn’t know what’s on everyone’s mind but you surely expected it to happen once again because you also knew that Chan had always enjoyed attention, you just didn’t expect to be one of his enjoyment sources as well but you slowly learnt that maybe you were too. He liked knowing that he had your heart on the palm of his hands; knowing that he was the only one for you, finding comfort in the fact that no matter what he did and no matter where he went, he could always come back home to you. And you would take him back with open arms, like a fool. Always.

But you had enough. You thought tonight you’ll tell him of your feelings and be done with it, once and for all. You knew he won’t accept them but at least you’d get your closure with his rejection and move on to a life without the hopes of Chan as your boyfriend.

“Then start being my best friend properly. I can’t be the only one in this friendship anymore, could I?”

You knew the weight of your words surprised not only Chan but also the rest of the group, who now looked alert and uncomfortable, knowing it wasn’t a jest anymore for you. Chan’s eyes widened with disbelief did nothing to deter yours filled with determination.

“Baby don’t be like that. For once, think about me and you’d understand why I was gone for a while. Please don’t make a scene tonight, when all of us are here and so happy together; when I’m so happy after a long time.”

His words, as much as had the powers to heal me, also had the powers to destroy me from within. How could he so subtly call me selfish? I don’t think about him? If only he still cared about me he’d know that all I ever thought about was him. Did he also imply that he was so unhappy but all I did was ignore him and make a scene out of everything? I didn’t listen to him? Hah! If he wanted, I could recite everything he’s ever said to me, word by word. That’s how much I paid attention to him.

“That was a little too harsh, wasn’t it Chan hyung? Why don’t you just get straight to the point and save us all the misery of your oh-so-unhappy-life?”

Seungmin, as always the blunt Angel that he was, said with a finality. When all Chan saw was the disbelief on everyone’s face and understood that he disappointed everyone with the choice of his words, he knew he took it too far.

“Okay! I guess it’s time to tell you all. You remember the hot girl I hooked up with in that downtown bar six months ago?”

Of course you did, even if nobody else did because you remember feeling like a 16 year old heartbroken kid all over again when you found Chan making out with a beautiful stranger when you turned to find him after a quick toilet break.

“Well we caught up again six months back and decided to see where it leads us. We took a break off to Jeju and damn I had the time of my life. I think it’s safe to say we’re ready to date now. I don’t think I’ve been happier in my life ever.”

Six months since Chan disappeared on you, leaving you wondering if you did something wrong. Six months since he left you and started thinking of a life with someone else, without informing you. Granted you didn’t have to know everything about his life but he couldn’t even tell you he’d be gone, as a best friend?

Oh! How pathetic you were, truly. When all your happiness only ever relied on him, he didn’t even think you had ever made him feel joyous. Were you jealous, angry, hopeless or heartbroken? You didn’t know; maybe all of it, in that order. Suddenly 24 years of friendship felt suffocating to you, useless even, if he couldn’t share his whereabouts and woes with you.

“Wah! You’re so cool dude. You got two of the coldest and the most gorgeous chicks of our college crazy in love with you. Damn!”

And of course Hyunjin was going to praise Chan, as if he had saved the world. Even Jeongin looked scandalised with the amount of bullshit that came out of Hyunjin’s mouth, then it was fair enough that Minho almost strangled him.

“Wait! Two? Who’s the other one.”

Hah! What a funny guy he was; couldn’t even keep quiet for once and let you silently grovel in your misery. Thankfully though, the chime of your phone from a colleague gave you an excuse to escape. Of course you weren’t going to actually answer the phone because you didn’t think you could form words without a tremor in your voice.

But you couldn’t stop your thoughts from going haywire now. Should you have told him sooner? Was it your fault? Were you not obvious enough? Of course he wouldn’t actually ever pick you, who were you after all? He had so many better choices, someone he would be proud to have by his side. You were never enough, you had always known then why did it hurt so much?

“You can stop blaming yourself now.”

Minho’s sweet voice tinged with sternness infiltrated your thoughts as you saw him take a seat beside you on the patio bench. You took deep breaths, trying to hold your emotions.

“You once told me it was okay to cry and let out my feelings in front of you because you’d never judge me for it. Tonight I ask the same of you. I think you’ve tortured yourself enough.”

An exhausted sigh followed by a stream of tears finally escaped you as you let your emotions wash over you and rest your head on Minho’s shoulder. Never had you ever thought that someone other than Chan would ever be able to comfort you, least of all Minho.

Minho wasn’t the most expressive person, even if you could swear that he was the one who felt the most emotions-the most hurt, the happiest, the most excited and even the angriest. You knew that he checked his emotions so damn much because sometimes they drove him, in his words, insane. While you knew he had your back as did, you his, he wasn’t your closest friend. You had the least amount of memories with him, you both were a weird bunch to be honest.

“This was bound to happen one day then why does it hurt so much?”

You didn’t even think he heard your whisper but he surprised you, not that you even expected a reply.

“Because feelings can’t be helped and you felt too many of them for just one person all your life.”

You buried your face in his shoulders as your cries turned into silent sobs and his arms tightened around you. You could swear it was the safest you’d felt in a while, dare you say like the comfort of a home and you wondered why Minho had never held you before for you swore his hug was soothing.

“I think it’s better this way.”

Your words prompted him to make distance so as to look at your face but you weren’t ready to look at his face, afraid of his judgement.

“He’s perfect in every sense and he seeks perfection in every sense while I can never be even close to perfection nor have I ever strived to be. You know those main characters of a movie who’s rich, good looking, charming, got a gorgeous troublesome ex but somehow ends up with a character that’s completely opposite of them? Chan is that main character to me. I think that even if I confessed to him and he had accepted me I’d always be anxious, trying my best to keep him in my life, make sure he’d never grow bored of me, be his perfect other half and that would’ve ultimately killed the person within me that he liked, or if ever liked.”

You gave a bitter smile at your fate and walked away from the bench while staring at the moon that looked so pretty yet unattainable, just like Chan. So close yet so far.

“He never deserved you any way. You deserve so much better and more than he could give you.”

You let out a sarcastic scoff at Minho’s words as you felt him coming closer to you.

“And who said that?”

“I’m saying that. Changbin says that. Heck, even Chan’s minions know that. If this isn’t enough for you, then all those roses in your locker say that.”

You were sure there was a frown on your face at his reply. Maybe Minho was more delusional than you because no way in hell so many people would ever think that way. You appreciated his efforts to make you feel better but he didn’t have to lie to your face. All of a sudden, you felt his fingers on your jaw, pulling you to face him as you stood wide-eyed in surprise.

“You never noticed these things because you were so busy noticing what Chan needed. You never noticed those roses and letters in your locker because you were focused on his; you rejected all prom dates because you were busy moping as he picked his date; you never noticed how the entire college stoped to look back at you as you entered the campus because you were always focused on what Chan was saying. You never noticed how much I love you because you were busy loving him.”

The only words that managed to knock your breath out after this sudden proximity between you two were the last few words that escaped from him as his eyes softened at your now misty ones while his fingers kept caressing your cheeks as if to ground you to the present.

“Minho!”

And a soft whisper of his name was all you could manage to let out. You were sure that your heart had pretty much skipped an entire rhythm right now. How could he be in love with you? He never even gave any signs. He was always so distant that you even thought he disliked you when you first spoke to him. He rested his head on yours as both of you closed your eyes, feeling an ecstasy that was never felt before.

“I’ve been in love with you ever since I first saw you in the college cafeteria. It was impossible to not notice you when you were practically glowing in my eyes; so pretty, had such a sweet giggle, spoke so passionately about how Toy Story 1 was the best movie and other sequels should’ve never been made, cried over a hurt kitten all in one day of knowing you; all these things made me want to wrap you in a blanket burrito and never let go.”

You let out a little chuckle as your grip tightened on his shirt and more tears escaped you.

“I wanted to approach you, tell you I wanted to date you but you were clearly not interested in anything romantic if it wasn’t with Chan so I settled for being friends. I thought it was better to have some of you than none of you. You said that Chan was the main character in your story but you were the main character in mine.”

This time you didn’t stop the sob that came out of you, thinking about how much you hurt him unintentionally. You also couldn’t stop thinking about a possibility of all that could’ve been if you took off the rose tinted glasses through which you saw Chan, even once.

“Maybe this is my punishment Minho. I kept hurting you, just as much as I kept getting hurt. I kept blaming Chan in my head but what’s the difference between him and I, when I did the same to you?”

He immediately shook his head and held you by the shoulders with so much resolve that it compelled you to stop rambling and listen to him.

“There’s a lot of differences between the two of you. You never gave me any mixed signals, you never played push and pull with my emotions, you always knew what you wanted; I was the one hurting because I couldn’t let go of you. Our situation is different than Chan and yours. How were you to know that I felt this way about you when I kept my distance? But you’ve to understand that I was reserved because I was scared about the intensity of my love towards you, even when we had so much space between us. What would’ve happened if I didn’t push myself out of the frame? Would that have been better for the two of us?"

As you looked at his doe eyes that reflected the depth of his soul, you knew for sure, that this man right here would’ve been able to break through all your walls of false hopes and easily made you love him, perhaps more than you’ve ever loved anyone.

“Maybe!”

Both of you nodded and whispered in a silent agreement but refused to let of each other, needing to believe that this moment was true, that it was really happening.

“Then would you wait a little more for me?”

You could see the glimmer of hope in his eyes that he squashed with confusion, not wanting to get disappointed for hoping about something that he long gave up on without even trying but you were determined to not hurt and get hurt anymore. Maybe this was a new beginning for you, for him and for Chan.

“Wait for what?”

You took a deep breath and clutched his hand that was still unknowingly caressing the back of your neck.

“Please wait for me to get over my heartbreak and let me get to know you as something more than just friends. I know what I’m asking of you is a bit selfish but I don’t want to treat you as a rebound, as a replacement of what I couldn’t have, as an outlet of my heartbreak. I want us to be real and our beginning shouldn’t be formed on the basis of my negative baggage. You deserve the best and while I may not be the best, I want to be at least my best for you; for us.”

His beaded eyes shone with something that you couldn’t really place but you knew that you could travel to the end of the world if it meant that his eyes would shine like that.

“I’ve waited for you when there wasn’t any hope or reason to. Imagine how long I could wait for you now that you’ve given me a reason to.”

Yes, you were definitely a fool to not notice this pure hearted man who might not have stood by your side but always around you, silently protecting you and loving you without expecting anything in return. But what you did notice was how you liked this kind of crying where you couldn’t even stop smiling at each other, especially when his bunny smile looked so endearing on him.

And as you both wrapped each other around in an intimate lovers’ hold you finally felt contentment, as if the last piece of a huge complicated puzzle finally snapped in place. You pressed your nose in his shirt, letting his scent comfort you and could already feel yourself wanting to drift off to somewhere only you and him existed.

While it may have been harder to not love Chan, you think it may be criminal to not love Minho.

What you both didn’t notice was a pair of eyes in the corner of the yard, observing you two since the beginning, overwhelmed but feeling a crack in his heart that he never even imagined he would. Were new beginnings supposed to make your heart twist like that?

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