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Ventana

Synopsis: Your favorite window seat and silence were unexpected allies in the love that grew between you and your neighbor.

Word count: 6k (a baby considering my other works but I love it just the same)

Genre: neighbor!au, boynextdoor!au, fluff, nothing too grand but it is something light-hearted.

Warnings: Some language. Teeth-rottening sweetness, really.

Pairing: Jisung x Reader, ft. Chenle, Jaemin and Jeno!

Author’s Note: Hey friends! This is a short and sweet dessert to hold you over for the main course coming up! I missed my dreamies so I wanted to write something for them. But I can’t wait for your thoughts on my chris work coming up. I have lots planned for the summer so brace yourselves! ~Angelo

The sun was heartless on this beautiful summer day. The window you lounged beside had been your absolute favorite spot in said house since your family moved in when you were younger . Most summers growing up, it was hard for your sisters to convince you to move from that little window seat. The summers were solely yours- that was, until Jisung started staining them.

Looking back on it, all of your favorite memories of Jisung were bathed in summer glow.

Your first memory was when you were eight years old. Mid-June, perched on your window seat and reading through the Goosebumps books you owned one by one. Your mom had forced you and your sisters to go introduce yourselves to his family next door. You were brief with him, but he was super quiet and only stared at you wide-eyed and with nothing to say.

Back then he didn’t have glasses yet. He was a short, lanky boy with a bowl cut, peeking at you from his second story window almost every single day that summer. It made you smile behind the pages, the first time in a long time distracted from the words filling your mind. After the first time you noticed, however, you ignored him for the rest of that summer. You didn’t even pay him mind when his curtains would obviously dance whenever he thought you were going to catch him watching you.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Your second memory was when you were twelve.

Your oldest sister Chaeryeong- 13 and a fire in her blood like mom-adamantly insisted that you and your younger sister join her for the school dance. If Chae was one thing, it was persuasive. You wouldn’t have gone, after all, if she wasn’t going to use her saved up allowance money to buy you a new DS game.

Besides, you had been wanting to wear your new summer dress for a while now. And it wasn’t going to hurt to see your friends one last time before the school year ended.

Yuna, the youngest and 11 at the time, complained the entire car ride there. Chae knew the exact words to shut her up, sharing a look with you from the passenger seat before dramatically drawing out, “I just remembered who’s going to be there!”

Yuna narrowed her eyes at the headrest before her, causing you to stifle a laugh.

“That’s right! Ryu told me that Chenle was coming tonight!”

Yuna glared at you as you tried and failed to stop smiling. “Shut up,” She crossed her arms defiantly, “I don’t care if he’s going.”

You all knew perfectly well that Yuna was sporting major heart eyes for the boy who had recently moved in down the street with his family. Even your mom was hiding behind her smile in the driver seat.

“Leave her alone,” She said, though her tone suggested her scolding wasn’t serious. Chae’s methods worked though, as Yuna was silent the rest of the ride there, fiddling with her dress and hair.

Inside the small gymnasium, you quickly wondered if a DS game was worth the stifling and humid air. The lights were flashing green and blue, and the air still smelled like sneakers and basketballs. And sweat.

“Chae!” Yuna whined as your eldest sister forgot all about you two at the sight of her best friends. “She drives me crazy!”

“Tell me about it,” You told her, your eyes scanning the dark room. You couldn’t spot any of your friends, but you didn’t really want to walk through your sweaty peers. “I’m starting to wonder if a DS game was worth this!”

Yuna looked over at you, face shocked. “You’re getting a game out of this?”

Eventually, you and your sister got comfortable on the bleachers, playing hand games to pass the time. Soon, you got bored and quiet as you observed your classmates around you. For some reason, the darkness and loud music gave them the excuse to act like they were adults.

“Do you see Jeno over there? He’s dancing so close to Ryujin! I didn’t even think that was allowed,” Yuna whispered, face flushed from the heat of the room. How was a school dance a good idea in May?

“Look,” You pointed at the chaperone beelining toward them, “They’re about to get yelled at.” You both broke into fits of laughter as your school’s P.E. teacher wiggled his arms dramatically, Ryujin quickly scattering away as Jeno tried to talk down his coach.

“Chae would get in so much trouble with mom if she did that,” Yuna shivered at the thought.

“She’s smarter than Ryu, though.”

“Is she, though?”

“Fair point.”

Then, something strange happened. One moment, you two were gossiping more than you should have been, the next there were two boys in front of you.

Zhong Chenle was awkward and his haircut was one he usually hid under a beanie. Tonight, it was slicked back with gel, a red bowtie bright somehow in the dark room. But not as bright as his smile. Beside him was the neighbor who always liked to quietly watch you from his bedroom window, Park Jisung.

Jisung was always quiet, even in class. Never speaking up unless prompted to by Mr. Harris. Yet, he was still one of Mr. Harris’ favorites. He was about the same height as Chenle back then, his presence less vibrant. Yet, you still noticed him.

“You’re Y/N,” Chenle pointed a finger at you, then trailed it over to your sister, “And Yuna, right?”

Yuna gawked up at him, utterly floored by the presence of her crush. Not to mention, the fact that he was talking to her. Elbowing her, you smiled.

“Yes, that’s us.”

“I’m Chenle,” He reached his hand out to shake yours, always keeping that bright smile. His hand lingered on your sister’s, and you were slightly worried she was going to pass out. “This here is Jisung. I’m sure you’ve met him before.”

You nodded slightly, feeling his eyes on you. “We’re neighbors. And in the same class.”

“We just noticed you were sitting all alone and realized that hey, we’re the life of the party, and if we bring the party to you,” Chenle tapped his chin before shouting, “You won’t feel so alone anymore!”

You blinked at him. “Uhhhh-” Your eyes trailed to Jisung behind him then, his mouth urgently mouthing something to you as he frantically and subtly pointed at something. You realized what he was mouthing at the same time Chenle stuttered while talking to Yuna.

He likes her, he mouthed at you.

Smiling mischievously, you stretched your arms out like a cat waking up from a nap, “Yeah, I’m feeling pretty tired actually.”

“Me too,” Jisung mocked your fake yawn, taking a seat beside you.

With a smile you could barely hide, you said, “But Yuna loves to dance. I always catch her dancing to Jesse McCartney late at night when she thinks we’re all asleep.”

“Y/N! Why would you-” Yuna, who looked mortified, quickly grew quiet when Chenle’s face brightened.

“I love Jesse McCartney,” Chenle’s smile was kind, sweet. As he and Yuna shared a moment, you realized that your sister’s dream was unravelling before you. All she needed was a chance.

Soon, it was just you and Jisung. The silence was awkward, but you didn’t mind as you daydreamed about the new game you were going to get. Should you get Nintendogs? Everyone talks about it these days.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about her since the day I met him,” Jisung talked so quietly, you almost missed it. But something about his voice, as quiet as it was, you would still hear even if you were miles apart. Okay, that was dramatic but it was crazy you heard him in the first place.

“Same goes for Yuna. She wouldn’t move from the porch since the day he moved in.”

Jisung cracked a smile. “I always wondered why she would be out there all day.”

You played with the hem of your dress, side-eyeing the boy beside him. For the first time, you realized just how cute his face was. Shaking the thought away, you rose to your feet and hopped down each bleacher before reaching the bottom. Looking up at Jisung, you missed how he never stopped looking at you. “I heard there’s some leftover cookies. We gotta find them. You in?”

“As long as they’re not raisin or oatmeal.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Your third memory? You were fifteen and going through a romantic and contemporary book phase. Why was that special? Well, it meant that window seats weren’t romantic enough anymore and you needed the outdoors to immerse you in the experiences of Jane Austen.

Chae had a secret boyfriend now- not so secret since your mom knew just about everything courtesy of Yuna’s big mouth, but Chae thought she was being sly. Now that she had a part-time job, her bribery with you was bigger and better, and free money had always been your biggest weakness.

Which is why you were always stuck third-wheeling when you went to the park. Chae ignored your huffs and puffs as she cooed and kissed her boyfriend Renjun. Beneath the trees, as Darcy drew you in and the sounds of swings creaking became your background music, you could forget about the gross PDA your sister never spared you from.

That was, until one day Chae got smacked in the face with a basketball.

“What the f-” Renjun jumped to his feet as Chae held her nose, blood pouring from behind her hand.

Your eyes were wide, book forgotten as you crouched near her. As you rummaged through your bag, then hers, a shaky voice gathered your attention.

“I-I’m so sorry. It banked off the headboard and went flying!” Eyes trailing up the Nike shoes, the red basketball shorts, the shirt too big for the boy before you, Jisung held his hands up in surrender as his face drowned in sweat and worry.

“You think that makes it okay?” Renjun snapped, picking up the basketball then chucking it at Jisung. Jisung, unprepared, coughed at the impact with his chest.

“Hey!” another boy, one you think was named Jaemin, appeared behind Jisung. Narrowing his eyes he said, “Watch it, Ren. It was just an accident.”

“He made my girlfriend bleed. You think I give a shit?”

“Oh, take a chill pill,” Your words came out cruel, but frankly Renjun was being more dramatic than Chae at this point. Renjun regarded you with disbelief, then barely concealed disgust before he noticed Jisung jogging away from them. “Hey! Hey where do you think you’re-”

Jaemin stepped in front of Renjun, his face stern. “I’m not going to tell you again to calm down.” As they began to argue, you pulled Chae’s hair from her face. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. It just won’t stop bleeding.”

White flashed beside your face, and the both of you looked up. Trailing up the thin arm, your eyes found a bent over Jisung holding a tissue out for her to take. His face, beyond embarrassed. Yet, he still bravely ignored the fuming boyfriend who was in the middle of being scolded.

“I really am sorry.”

“I know, Jisung. I am too. For, you know,” Chae laughed, taking the tissue and standing up, shaking her head at Renjun before walking away to take care of herself. Jisung lingered, long after Renjun cursed at him and stormed after her, even after Jaemin retrieved the basketball and told him the others were waiting.

Gathering you and Chae’s belongings, you practically bumped into him as you rose to your feet. “Oh, you’re still here,” his face falling made you backtrack quickly, “What I meant was, are you okay?”

A laugh broke from him, startling you. You had never heard him laugh. “I just hurt your sister and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “Well, I know how it feels to be singled out. Renjun had no right to treat you that way. Just between us, Chae should’ve dumped him a long time ago.” You started to walk away. Just as you took a few steps, you looked back at Jisung.

Sweat lining his hair, face flushed from shame or from basketball you didn’t know. For the first time, you found yourself really looking at him. Seeing not just a neighbor you hardly know, but a boy whose laugh you wouldn’t mind hearing again.

“Thanks again… Jisung.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Your fourth memory was when you were seventeen and Yuna fulfilled the prophecy of her and Chenle’s fated love.

With their love came a bond of association with none other than Jisung.

From one day to the next, Jisung became the young boy you caught glimpses of from your favorite window seat to sitting straight-backed on the sofa in your living room, just as silent as always.

Jisung didn’t suit your old-styled living room. He was bigger than this library haven. He was an entire book series, the longer you looked at him. A complete mystery except to those who opened him up.

When Yuna, Chenle, and Jisung casually chattered throughout the movie playing on the television, you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph of your current read over and over.

Giving up in frustration, you peeked out from the top of the book just as Jisung quietly laughed at the comedy playing in the background. He had a nice laugh, one that softened his features. Now, he wore these round glasses that made him look super cute.

Something funny happened in the movie again because Jisung smiled. You liked how he looked, like life was easy. He must’ve sensed your creepy staring because he looked over at you. Quickly, you retreated back behind your book- but not before shooting him what you hoped was a charming smile. You think it was, because he shifted in his seat and quickly looked away.

As you flipped through your book, you wondered if this was the first time someone made you feel like your favorite fictional characters did. Maybe you understood how a real-life Augustus Waters would be.

When you were eighteen, you and Jisung had become good friends, so much that you forgot about all those hidden moments. Looking back on it, you couldn’t figure out who was responsible for one of the greatest people to fall into your life. Was it Chenle, for being best friends with Jisung all these years? Was it Yuna for finally working up the courage to confess her love to Chenle? Or was it you, for not being afraid to get to know him?

Every morning your senior year, Chenle honked his obnoxious car horn and waited for you and Yuna to come out. Jisung was waiting outside the car, always holding open the backdoor for you like he was your driver or something.

Routinely, the two of you laughed over internet memes or showed each other a priceless YouTube video you watched the night before. When the two of you were too excited to wait, random midnight texts would spam each other’s phones, making the other smile too widely for a simple friendship.

He was a lot more eccentric than you thought he would be, and you loved that about him. Rambling about the anime he was watching, the latest song he learned how to play on his guitar made you smile whenever he spoke, or the endless thoughts in his mind that make him want to bust out his sketchbook and express “the wild concoctions of his mind”- his words, not yours. Anything he said, really, was like hearing your favorite song.

You remembered telling him an embarrassing secret, that you always wanted to re-enact the scene from You Belong With Me since you two were neighbors. In the moment he hadn’t said anything, but that night, he had texted you to go to your favorite window seat, and when you did he was holding up a paper to his window. In big block leaders, he had written HI Y/N. I MISS YOU. Next to it, was a pretty good drawing of a cartoon version of himself waving at you.

You didn’t know he could draw well.

It wasn’t long before you realized he wasn’t just a neighbor, or a friend. He wasn’t the love interest that you rolled your eyes at in your romance novels, or even Augustus Waters. He was the boy who was unafraid to be himself with you, and it made you feel like you could take on the world.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Here you were now, looking back on all those fond memories of him and smiling to yourself. The two of you had come a long way, and it never occurred to you that Jisung would become a significant part of your life. One you never want to depart from.

It was a couple of weeks before graduation. After many hours of working up the courage, you found yourself quietly knocking on Jisung’s front door. His mom answered, never failing at shooting you knowing looks and sneaky smiles.

Once Jisung appeared, he sat with you on his front porch. He never lost that quietness about him all these years, but what you gained is an attachment to it. You found yourself edging closer, constantly aching to be near. Your eyes trailed to your window, the one that lent your your first ever glimpses at the boy beside you. Oh, how far you’d come.

His face was more mature and slimmer now, hair shorter and styled more. His clothes were more intentional, preppy one day and street the next. That was the great thing about him- he wasn’t someone you could pinpoint. Maybe that’s why with one flicker of a gaze, he could knock the breath from your lungs.

You had come over to tell him how you feel.

Why were you choking instead?

He was fiddling with the bracelet Chenle had bought him for one of his childhood birthdays. Bright colors, worn around the edges. You’d never seen him without it, now that you look back on it. You focused on that as you tried to calm your nerves. Think of something, anything. Maybe how the bracelet is quite similar to its owner. Jisung, a mix of all these colors that somehow become beautiful together.

“Everything okay?” He asked casually, eyes trained ahead.

“Yup.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you usually don’t do this. The last time you came to my house, you were just dropping off the textbook I left over at yours. You never come to visit.” Ouch. You hadn’t realized. You were too worried about looking like a stalker. When had you become the one peeping from the window instead of him?

“I just, uh, I missed you.” You wanted to cringe, not missing the shock that ran through Jisung’s face. He coughed audibly before adjusting in his seat, using a random stick to pick the rocks out of the bottom of his shoes and tossing them one by one.

“That’s cool,” He said, and now he was hiding his face. Great. In that next moment, he turned your world onto its side. “I heard Jaemin asked you out today.”

Like a video buffering, every prepared sentence you had went out the window. Blinking, you shook your head before stuttering, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, he did.” Tell him you’re not interested in Jaemin. Tell him.

“You two make a lovely couple.” Was that bitterness? Sarcasm? Was that… sincere? What was that supposed to mean?

“I think you’re misunderstanding,” You laughed forcibly, and you realized quickly it was a mistake as he regarded you with zero amusement.

“He’s been wanting to date you since that day I made Chaeryeong’s nose bleed.”

Your face scrunched up, scoffing as you said, “I don’t even remember him being there.”

“That’s new. Most people don’t forget Jaemin’s presence.”

A moment, one breath of nerves, before you jumped. “I remember you that day.”

As you bravely looked him in the eye, you saw it in his face. You saw the understanding dawn on him, like a fishing line tugging. Jisung was never one for words. You read the message clear on his face, felt him comfortably relax as his body edged closer to you.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

On your eighteenth birthday, right in the middle of summer, Yuna was whispering your name in the darkness of your bedroom.

“Y/N! Wake up!”

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Then why did you ignore me?”

“You tell me.” You complained when she smacked your leg before silently following her out into the dark hallway. “What’s up?”

“I know we already sang you happy birthday an hour ago, but there’s one last surprise I forgot to tell you about.”

“You’re lucky I was awake.”

She led you into the living room, where the moon offered seldom light from the windows facing Jisung’s house. Except, your eyes found a piece of paper resting on the window seat.

Looking at your sister, you quietly walked over to the seat and picked it up. Flipping it over, your heart fooled you into thinking it was the middle of the day, the sun kissing your skin and your favorite book in your lap. It was a feeling of complete and utter bliss.

It was a sketch drawing split into four pictures. The first picture is of a younger you, face focused and legs crossed, sun bathing you in light. Your hair was messy, your face amused, and you were sporting your favorite orange spaghetti strap you used to wear way too much when you were little.

The second picture is you a little older now, face frustrated and fingers gripping your DS tightly. You didn’t remember ever playing the DS on the window seat.

The third photo was one that looked most like you, curled up uncomfortably in the window seat as you took a nap. The last time you did that was at the beginning of high school, and you vowed to never do it again after waking with your entire body stiff. You still wore that same green hoodie.

The last photo is of you sitting on the middle school bleachers, that very summer dress you loved for years drawn perfectly. There are other people, a crowd that’s parted with you in the center of the drawing. Everyone else is drawn as shaded shadows, a glow and beauty to you that you never even noticed. You were smiling directly ahead, and you wonder if he pictured himself as the object of your affections.

With a big smile, you perched yourself on the window seat, your hand spread on the window as you looked toward his bedroom window. You knew before you even saw him that Jisung would be waiting. His head in his hand, eyes hooded and drowsy. They widened as he spotted you.

Holding the gift to your heart, you blew him a kiss and hoped your expression conveyed how much you loved this present. His small smile was one of understanding.

His silence always told you everything you needed to know.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

About a month later, it was the night before Jisung’s flight- the night before he moved and left for university. You were in bed, long after saying your goodbyes and wallowing in sadness. Heart heavy, you couldn’t sleep, not now, not when Jisung was so close yet so far. You weren’t going to cry, not because you didn’t want to but because it was ridiculous to act like he was gone already.

All this time and you never told him how you felt.

Shutting your thoughts off, you threw your blanket aside and left your room, pulling on your shoes and quietly leaving out the front door, heading toward the outside of your favorite side of the house. Surprisingly, his window was completely open, so you tried to whisper-shout his name to get his attention. Nothing happened.

You huffed, looking around before spotting an old bouncy ball you and your sisters used to throw at each other when you were young. Taking a moment, you aimed the ball before chucking it at the window. It missed, bouncing off the windowsill and miraculously down on your side of the fence between your houses. Picking it up again, you aimed once more before chucking it as hard as you could.

At that same moment, Jisung popped out from his window with a confused look. You covered your mouth and cursed loudly as the ball smacked him right in the face, his glasses flying off as his body fell back out of view.

“Jisung! Oh my gosh, Jisung!” You hissed, worried out of your mind. After a few beats, a highly unamused Jisung peeked out of the window. “I’m so sorry!”

Jisung rubbed at his face before pushing his glasses up his nose and nodding. “I guess I deserved that. ‘Sall good. What’s up?”

“I want to talk to you!”

“I’m kinda panicking right now. Not even close to finished packing and my flight is in a couple hours.”

“I can help!” You called, looking around before saying, “Please! Before I get caught out here!”

He stared at you for a moment, face too serious for your taste, before he nodded and called quietly, “Back door.”

It was weird, sneaking through Jisung’s dark house. Even weirder, how aggressive your heart was beating in your chest as he clasped your hand tightly to lead you up the stairs. In the safety of his room, you felt vulnerable.

You had never been on the other side at night. This was the other perspective, the room he used to peek at you from, the one that housed the boy whose silence you’d grown to love. It was invasive.

“Yeah, uh, it’s a mess right now.” You turned to him quietly, sweat building at your lower back. All you could was nod as you tried to find the courage.

This boy had been this close to you since you were eight years old. Feet away. Even though you knew his silence, you were still trying to figure out how to break it. You got too comfortable and too attached to it. Too attached to him.

Seeing how bare his room looked filled you with an unbearable sadness. What was life going to be like without him living next door? Not to mention hundreds of miles were going to be between you. Luck was on your side that he was going to a university only three hours away. Three hours too many, it seemed, since Jisung was struggling to meet your eyes.

“Your room’s great.”

“Thanks.”

You sat in his desk chair as his bluetooth speaker played some band called MAD. Back when you had some classes together, he liked to make you laugh from across the room as he used to pretend to be the drummer of the band. You watched him as he quietly packed the large suitcase on the floor. His T-shirt sleeves were rolled up around his biceps, sporting his favorite sweats.

This was the Jisung she always knew and yet he wasn’t.

He had somehow taken up all the space in her heart.

The only time she had the heart to confess was the night before he moved away.

A moment. Feeling nauseated, you braced yourself with a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak. Just as the words flew from your lips like skydivers racing to the ground, Jisung spoke as well.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I can get you a drink if you’re thirsty.”

You both froze, his body twisting to look at you as you took up extra curiosity in the pencil box on his desk.

“You what?” He gasped.

“I’m good. I drank some water before bed.” Did you just answer him? Squinting at the pencil box, you pushed it back and forth across the wood.

“Y/N.” You couldn’t look at him, eyes swimming suddenly in a wave of emotions. You heard his feet approach you before he was crouching down and slowly spinning the chair to face him. Like a child, you squeezed your eyes shut.

Did he really ask you if you wanted something to drink? Just as you confessed your love for him?

“Y/N?” Your eyes were open but you couldn’t look at him. His head mimicked yours, tricking you into looking at him. You still couldn’t look him in the eye, opting for his chin. “Will you please look at me?”

Meeting his gaze, silence fell over you. One that you knew very well. The same silence that you originally thought separated you, but had brought you together over time. The silence he met you with when he first moved in, the silence behind two windows. It was in the silence that you realized just how important he was to you.

With the easiest smile that Jisung solely owned, he told you how he felt.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. Even before the times I watched you from the window like a creep. The day we moved in and your mom, your sisters and you came to welcome us, actually, was probably love. Even though I was eight, it was love for what I knew it to be. Yuna was little, she was shy and hiding behind your mom. Chaeryeong was giving me a no-nonsense look, as if she thought I was going to be trouble. But you…”

He swallowed, suddenly nervous. Your hand moved of its own accord, shyly resting on his shoulder. Taking a breath of bravery, he continued.

“You were my fairy,” He laughed to himself, “Back then, my mom used to read me a lot of fantasy books. All of my favorites had to do with fairies. Because they were both magical and beautiful, and that’s what I thought fantasy should be. And when I saw you? I thought fairies actually existed at that moment.”

“I would say you’re my Peter Pan, but him and Tinkerbell don’t end up together.”

He smiled, his hands taking yours in his own before he looked up into your eyes once more. “You’re better than Tinkerbell. Even better than Fawn.”

“You know the other fairy names?”

“What can I say? I loved Pixie Hollow.”

“I was more of a Club Penguin girl.”

“Who wasn’t?”

And because you couldn’t wait any longer, you pushed back the seat and crouched down in front of him as well, just so you were nearly eye level. He was quiet, his silence showing his understanding of what this all meant.

“Jisung?” You whispered, arms sliding around his neck.

“Mhm?”

“Is it alright if I kiss you?”

“You’re more than welcome.”

This time, when the silence fell around them, it was to declare your love. His lips were cold, soft, but shy. You took the lead and he followed, his hands unsure but gaining confidence as he hugged you to him.

When you pulled away, every single book you loved was reflected in his gaze.

That was the thing about guys like Jisung. They reminded you of the worlds you visited but wiped the slate clean at the same time, proving you had your own story to tell.

Was there ever going to be another novel that would make you feel like you did in this moment?

“I think I’ll have something to drink now.”

He stood, a smile pulling at his lips. As he approached the door, he looked back at you and mirrored you from moments before. “I’m in love with you too.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Jisung was fifteen when he realized how the circle of people you trust has to be few and far between. What was sad was he realized this because of his good friends.

“That wasn’t a foul, asshole, that was a clean steal,” Jeno stood with the basketball tucked under one arm, the other pointing accusingly as Chenle argued with him. Chenle, who was irritable from the sun and from relationship problems with Yuna, wasn’t backing down.

“It was dirty and you know it,” Jeno barked.

Jaemin clapped once and held out his hands to Jeno, exclaiming, “Okay guys, that’s enough. This is fun, remember? Shouldn’t be whining and complaining about one shot. He gets the point, Jeno, cool?”

Jeno rolled his eyes before checking the ball to Chenle, grumbling, “Whatever.”

As Jaemin went on defense for Jisung, he surprised everyone by his random questions to lighten the mood. Soon, they were back to joking and messing around with one another. Jeno even gave props for Chenle at one point when he stole the ball.

“Did you hear Jeno and Ryujin broke up? Again?” Jaemin snickered, watching Jisung closely as he waited for a chance to juke him. Bouncing the ball behind his back, then between his legs, Jisung watched him having played him plenty of times before. If anyone knew his tricks, it was Jisung.

“Sorry to hear that, man,” Chenle said.

Jeno waved his hand. “It’s whatever. Not surprised she’s done with my ass. I forgot it was her birthday. Again.”

Jisung shook his head, and Chenle said, “Dang, then it really is your fault.”

“Never said it wasn’t,” Jeno snapped, breaking out of Chenle’s defense and finding an opening for the pass. Jeno proceeded to pull off an effortless hook shot.

“Besides, he has his eyes set on someone new already,” Jaemin teased, always something dark hidden in the brightness of his irises.

Jeno glared at him. “Oh yeah? And you’re so innocent right? Why are you putting me on blast?”

“I know I’m not an angel. You just pretend you are and I think it’s hilarious” Jaemin grinned proudly, checking the ball with Jisung before quickly taking a three point shot, sinking it perfectly. “What about you, Jisung? Any apple of your eye?”

“Oh, he’s more sprung than I am with Yuna,” Chenle cackled, silenced by themurderous look from Jisung. Jisung was never one to be vocal about his personal feelings.

Why? Because he hated that look of curiosity forming on Jaemin’s face.

“Oh? And who has my little friend’s heart?”

“None of your business,” Jisung grumbled, causing Jaemin’s head to fall back as he laughed. Jisung took the opportunity to steal the ball, sprinting for his side of the court. Jeno was too fast, quick on defense.

“Come on, Ji. I promise I won’t judge,” Jaemin poked. He knew Jaemin all too well, his friend being well known for stealing his friends’ girls from right under their noses. It was all a game to him.

He refused to give in.

After five minutes of being murdered on the court, Jisung was hot and seething. His head wasn’t on straight, his thoughts unclear. It didn’t help that you were in clear view from this position, lounging beneath a tree and reading to your heart’s desire.

It was fate that the girl of his dreams was here the day he was pestered to let his friends know of your existence.

As he prepared for the three pointer, getting a look at Jaemin’s stupid smug face, he was struck with a moment of peace. Because if he didn't have a chance with you, Jaemin sure didn’t. And that right there filled him with a joy he couldn’t understand.

“You see Y/N over there?” He motioned with his head, all the boys glancing at you before finding him again. Jaemin narrowed his eyes at the boy.

Jisung dribbled the ball, his heart swelling with pride as he confessed, “That’s the girl I’m going to marry someday.” As he watched the ball soar, he realized that was the first time he had ever expressed just how deep his love for you goes. Maybe you didn’t see him, maybe you never would, but for him you were all that he needed.

His moment of sentiment ended as the ball smashed into the headboard, flying in the direction of the topic of conversation, his heart plummeting in fear.

His thoughts of marriage, of you, of his fears, they all faded as he ran toward you. Seeing the blood on your sister’s face, he realized you may never fall for him the way he had for you.

“What the f-”

“I-I’m so sorry. It banked off the headboard and went flying!”

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