#anton lee x reader
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이찬연 — BARISTA BOY ☂︎ CH. I
a/n: my first ever written work on tmblr wooo 🥳 if this receives good feedback i’ll be willing to turn this into a series! hope you enjoy 💗
‘DONT CRY … DONT CRY.’ anton repeated to himself, feeling the lump forming in his throat as his eyes couldn’t help but begin to grow glossy. having a full mental breakdown in the middle of brewing up a coffee for a costumer was not an option for the boy. anton sniffled, a shaky exhale releasing from his trembling lips as he finished off his cappuccino with his signature leaf art. what a sad looking leaf it was. anton took a deep exhale, placing the coffee cup down as he pushed it forwards against the counter. ‘speak… you can do it..’
“o-order for minyoung?” anton’s delicate voice cracked.
the boy mentally cussed at himself, watching in fear as the scary woman he had encountered earlier stomped her way up to the counter, anton flinching with every clack of her heels. the woman’s sharp wrinkly eyes glared daggers at the anxious boy who couldn’t help but gulp at the sight.
“finally got my order right??” the woman’s icy tone spat, as anton quickly nodded his head. “y-yes maam… i apologize again for the inconvenience…” anton managed to speak despite his heart rate going off the charts.
anton was having a shitty day.
the boy had woken up that morning and not a thing was going his way. he had slept through his alarm and missed his bus on the way to work, resulting in being scolded by his manager. he had burned himself on one of the steamers, causing a mug to fall and shatter. not to mention the rude customers. anton did not know what was going on today, as it seemed that everyone was not having a good day. especially him.
anton was an emotional boy, one who got overwhelmed easily. today was taking a toll on him. it was mentally and physically draining to contain his tears and his thoughts. he just needed to make it through the day, he kept telling himself.
“excuse me,”
anton paused, eyes widening slightly in realization. he had been staring down at the cash register lost in his thoughts as a customer was patiently waiting for him to come back to his senses. god he was embarrassed. could this day get any worse? the boy lifted his head, ready to apologize to the customer before his words got stuck in his throat at the sight before him.
“… hi,” y/n smiled warmly, gazing up at anton with kind yet curious eyes. “you’re anton lee … right?” her soft voice rang out, a bright and comforting aura radiating off the girl.
anton stared at the girl in disbelief, the tips of his ears slowly beginning to turn a deep shade of red. out of all days his crush could have shown up at his work, it just had to be today? anton shook his head as he snapped back to his senses, a soft chuckle and forced smile came from the boy.
“yeah … yeah that’s me.” he spoke, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly, before meeting her gaze. “you’re y/n l/n … right?”
of course, anton knew who she was. everyone in their school knew who she was. y/n was a star student, known for her good grades, kind soul, and her beauty. it wasn’t a surprise that anton began crushing on y/n in the beginning of tenth grade after being in three out of the six classes a day for a whole year. it had all started the first day of school, when y/n had spoken to him for the first and the last time.
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“excuse me!” a hurried voice spoke, catching anton’s attention as the boy curiously turned around, his gaze instantly shooting down. there she was, in all her glory.
y/n gazed up at the boy with a kind smile, holding out a familiar navy-blue notebook in front of the boy. “here, your notebook. you left it in the classroom.” she hummed, as anton’s eyebrows rose in surprise.
“oh …” anton muttered, slowly taking the notebook from the girl, a small smile lifting on his lips.
anton could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he stared at her pretty smile. “thanks …” he had managed to speak, before the girl had nodded her head.
“of course,” y/n smiled, before retreating to her friends. anton watched as she walked down the hallway, laughing and giggling with her friends. he watched her until she had disappeared in the large crowd of students.
“anton…?” sohee spoke, not snapping the boy out of his daydreams.
“anton… why are you so red?!”
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although of course, anton had no intentions on pursuing her. y/n was way out of his league, or that’s what he believed. he was a silent admirer and planned on keeping it that way.
well, until today.
the girl nodded her head enthusiastically at anton’s question, delighted that he had remembered her name. “mhm! i didn’t know you worked here… this is quite a famous coffee shop.” y/n chuckled softly in attempts to make small conversation with the quiet boy.
anton felt his heart skip a few beats at the sound of her melodic giggle, nibbling his lip anxiously before nodding his head. “ive been working here for a few months now…” anton spoke, his eyes not being able to trail away from the girl’s face as she scanned the menu. anton couldn’t get his eyes off her. it was like he was stuck in a trance, analyzing every feature on her face. her beauty marks, her hair, the way her eyes sparkled excitedly while deciding what she was going to drink.
“make me your favourite order here. i want to try something new.” y/n eagerly spoke, taking anton for surprise. he had never had a customer ask for that before, but he was willing to do it. especially for her.
anton finally gathered the courage to show a little smile, nodding his head in approval at her request. “sure. i’ll make you something good.” anton stated, earning an excited smile from the other.
anton didn’t know what was with him in that moment. he felt a surge of confidence rise. ‘its now or never …’.
“it’s on me,” anton added, his eyes gazing down at his crush, watching as her expression quickly falter. anton rang it through the register before she was able to protest, chuckling at the sight of her shoulders falling in defeat.
“you didn’t have to do that anton…” y/n frowned, almost as if she was glaring at him in disappointment. anton looked down at the floor, a soft blush rising over his cheeks mentally preparing himself to meet her eyes again.
“but… i wanted to.” anton managed to say, his eyes searching for a reaction from the girl.
anton swore he saw her blush. he swore by it, but the self-doubt was convincing him otherwise. he couldn’t tell if he was imagining things. “it’ll be ready at the end of the counter.” anton then added, snapping y/n out of her thoughts.
the girl then showed off her signature smile, letting out a breath she hadn’t even realized she had been holding in. “thank you anton.” she hummed.
anton’s day was suddenly, not so shitty anymore. he couldn’t help but smile as he made her order the whole time, silently giggling to himself as he thought. he talked to you. he had finally talked to you again. something he had been meaning to do for two years. it finally happened.
anton gazed down at the cup, focusing hard on the heart he hadn’t even realized he made on your latte, resulting in a soft blush when he came to his senses. anton grabbed a lid, placing it over the cup as he let out a soft exhale in preparation before making his way towards the end of the counter.
“order for y/n!” he called out, catching her attention.
y/n gazed up from her phone, shutting it off as she stuffed it into her jacket pocket. the girl then made her way over to anton, grabbing the cup from the shy boy. she examined the way he had written her name. ‘y/n ᵕ̈ ‘ it read in his hand writing. she felt like she could stare at it for days, as a smile began slowly spreading over her face. y/n gazed up at the boy, letting out a soft chuckle. “thank you again anton.” she beamed, as anton gazed down at his feet, flustered.
“of course, y/n.”
the two shared a soft gaze, both in a comfortable silence unable to rip their gazes away, until you had spoken up. “i’ll see you at school…” y/n spoke, not breaking eye contact with anton once before slightly hesitating her next words. “dont be a stranger.” she stated, watching as anton shook his head at the girl. “i wont.” he stated back.
anton watched as the girl then began making her way out of the coffee shop. it saddened him a bit, to see her leave, her figure slipping past the door. but after his encounter with you, he couldn’t have been happier. anton stood there, smiling like an idiot. there were hearts practically surrounding the boy in love.
maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.
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omg hi pookie bear , hru ?
i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .
also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!
Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.
𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞
- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader
- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex
He wouldn't call himself obsessive.
That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.
Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps
"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.
"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.
He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."
Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.
At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"
His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"
An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.
"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.
"Oh... about that-"
"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"
"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"
Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"
"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."
Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.
Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.
He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.
In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.
He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...
to him.
"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.
Is this what you have both become?
Was he seriously being manipulated?
Was he...
Perhaps...
Being cheated on?
The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.
"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.
"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.
Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?
"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.
"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"
"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"
He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."
It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.
"Can I see?"
You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.
"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"
Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?
You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.
Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.
It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.
Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.
But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"
"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.
His protests fall on deaf ears.
You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.
"My movie is gonna start soon,"
His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.
"Skip it,"
"I'll call later okay?"
"Skip the movie."
"I love you,"
When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.
'Do you?'
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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"
"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.
"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"
"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.
"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.
Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.
"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.
"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.
"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.
"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"
He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...
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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.
Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.
Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.
The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.
"Oh look,"
Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.
"A dinosaur,"
Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.
His bed.
“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.
His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.
“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.
He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.
“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.
He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.
Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.
The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.
You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.
“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.
There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.
“I always keep my promises, Ant,”
His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.
“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.
“Oh God, Anton.”
“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.
When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.
“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.
“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.
You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.
“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”
“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.
“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”
Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.
“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.
“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”
Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.
“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”
The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.
“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.
The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.
Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.
All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”
You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.
“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”
Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.
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in which anton isn’t allowed to drink all your hot chocolate, but does anyway ୨୧
tw. hot chocolate, not proofread wc. 300
a hand sneaks over your waist, fingers sliding at your shirt, which you slap away, the hand falling off dejectedly.
“no.”
your boyfriend whines, “please?”
“anton, no.”
“i’ll only have a tiny bit, i promise,” he drags out the end of ‘promise,’ eyes pleading at you.
“you said that last time, and you drank the entire thing. i’m gonna have to make more, but this was the last packet so i’m not giving you any.”
he reaches out his hand again, grasping at the edge of the cup. you turn around to glare at him and he pushes up his bottom lip, “pleeease?”
“literally no.”
he collapses onto you in a hug, his arms tight around your waist, and you sigh, sipping your hot chocolate. the warmth of the cup seeps through your hand, curling through you sweetly and you grin at anton.
he narrows his eyes, pulling you back into him so you almost drop your hot chocolate.
“anton! calm down!” you giggle, steadying your cup with your other hand.
he grabs your wrist, his fingers creeping over your’s and then pulls it at once, you letting go.
a smug grin appears on his face and you shove his shoulder.
“fine, okay? you can have one sip.”
he grins at you before chugging the entire cup.“anton! i literally hate you, oh my god.”
he sets the mug down on the counter and then wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
“sorry,” he mumbles into your shoulder.
“i hate you.”
“i love you.”
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you knew anton had nice hands but god you would never take them for granted again, his palms so big they were the size of your face and fingers so perfect that reached the right spot inside of you.
you were laying on the bed over his lap with his perfect fingers in you, watching him as he watched you, his eyes dilating at the way your body spasms around him. looking up at him with teary eyes, his other hand supporting your head.
“p-please tony gonna cum, feels s’good fuck”
his eyes dart to your face, a smile and a giggle at the sound of your desperation.
“come on baby, i’m right here”
then it hit, like a wave crashing over you. it was perfect, just like ecstasy. back arched and face nuzzling into his free hand, eyes looking up at him with the most glazed gorgeous glance. anton thought he could cum from the sight alone, your perfect body draped over him reacting to him so sweetly.
“it’s ok angel i’m here, you’re doing good baby”
he caressed your cheeks, loving the way your face fit just right in his hand, your tiny features so mesmerizing. anton will think of this moment with you every time he misses you.
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anton thigh riding 😵💫
RAHHHH. This one’s got me deep in thought, and not just about riding Anton’s thigh but him desperately trying to get himself off on yours, you picking up what I’m putting down?
Would be so sweet, yet letting out the most bratty whines, upset at the lack of attention as he’s working his hips over you, making such a mess over your skin as he’s trying to chase the friction that’ll kick in the build up to his peak, but he can only catch a flew licks of it without your help, the poor thing, what would he do without you? “Shit— please, can I jus’ use your hand, need it, need you so bad. Fuck myself for you, something, anythin’.”
Gets so frustrated that you’re just watching him that his sass will certainly slip even though he doesn’t mean to, but he’s so quick to catch himself :( profusely apologizes as his fingers squeeze at your arms, his grip tight like he’s scared you’ll pull away, throat becoming thick from the tears that glaze at his eyes, he’s just so needy, just wants you to be nice to him, just wants you to make him cum.
“‘M sorry, I’ll be good now, promise— just for you.”
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angsty riize texts (◞‸◟；)
pairing: riize (ot7) x fem!reader
warnings: hurt no comfort, breakups, situationships, right person wrong time type of stuff, eunseok being a red flag i’m sorry </3
a/n: first riize post had to be an angsty one sorry not sorry. i would be lying if i said this wasn’t lowkey inspired by some of my past situationships and shit… like this just got personal WHOOPS
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𖦹 fireworks ; anton lee
pairing. best friend!anton x f!reader. genre. fluff. childhood friends to lovers. inspired by tsitp. synopsis. in the midst of a perfect summer night’s breeze, through flashes of fireworks, your summers spent wishing for anton to give you a sign finally come true. warnings. kissing. physical touch. wc. 1,344 words.
( 🐚 ) ONE SUMMER CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING.
you were in love. you knew it the moment you took glances at anton through your embarassingly large and round eyeglasses. right down to the first brace faced smile the two of you shared, there was always an unspoken mutual pining. though it had been years since that first encounter, seeing him each summer was like the first time over and over again. almost as if anton was a dream you conjured up through fevered nights. he seemed like someone you'd make up in your head to pass time and daydream about.
he was the physical manifestation of all your daydreams. knowing that made your heart ache. every summer you spent with him, digging up seashells along the salty shorelines of cousins beach and pushing each other into the freezing cold water still wasn't enough. you needed more than summers from him. you needed his cello callused hands to run through your hair. you needed to wake up in the morning and see his big brown eyes marveling at you.
you didn't need the summer anymore, if it meant you'd bask for eternity in anton's presence. he was everything to you.
though you wished every lovesick thought you had of him could come true, you found yourself going home at the end of each summer wanting for more. wishing you'd left with a kiss instead of a secret handshake the two of you made up in his treehouse the first summer you met. you deserved more, you thought. with nine years of wishing, something's gotta give.
"i am in control of my destiny," you say through closed eyes while sitting criss-crossed in front of lit french toast scented candles and a mirror. "my fate is up to me." the meditation track booming through your noise cancelling headphones drowned out the sounds of anton's audible confusion.
deep in your own zen and thought, you feel a gentle hand reach out and touch your shoulder. the feeling makes you jump, letting out a yelp louder than you can hear over the music.
"holy shit anton! where did you come from?!" laughter ripples through him, and he clutches his stomach while trying to regain some composure. as always, your heart does backflips upon seeing his beaming smile right in front of you. crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. he looked so, so pretty. you wanted to lean in and-
not now. maybe not today, even. things were perfect between you two. ruining your friendship with a kiss wasn't a chance you wanted to take. not now, not ever.
brushing your feelings aside, you blow the candle flames out and toss your headphones onto the bed. anton had calmed down already, though giggles still shook his body. you rolled your eyes at him. "it wasn't that funny, shut up." anton wiped a tear from his face, shaking his head. "don't be lame, it was hilarious."
"we're about to light the fireworks, obviously i don't want you to miss it so," he stops to brush a strand of long hair out of your face. an action he'd done many times before. it was almost second nature to him, yet it almost made your knees buckle. "finish your weird demonic chanting and come outside with me."
you grab your hoodie, one that actually belonged to anton during his brief stint on the cousins beach rowing team, he'd given it to you two years ago. it was a size too big for you then, and still too big for you now.
"you actually still use that? stop reminding me of my dark past." anton groans.
again, you roll your eyes. “it's comfortable, deal with it. and what 'dark past?' you were on the team for like two weeks. what's the worst that could've happened?"
anton shivers as the two of you step into the surprisingly chilled july air. "i tipped over in the boat and started screaming. people recorded it. they called me the cousins beach klutz." he cringes at the memory, and in turn you laugh. "okay, maybe that does count as a dark past."
the two of you walk down to your special spot, one you both found accidentally after running along the beach back to anton's summer house thinking you'd miss the fireworks. you remember the flashes of red white and blue that lit up the sky, how your hand brushed up against anton's as you both settled on a huge rock. that was the first time you considered your feelings for anton being more than just a normal crush.
it was also the first time you realized how quickly your feelings for him grew.
the two of you both sit down somewhat comfortably on that same rock, closer together than last year. he sets his the stand of his phone down in front of you both, something he does every year to document your reactions to the fireworks. you never questioned it, though something in the back of your mind gives you hope that he's doing it as an excuse to fill his gallery up with pictures and videos of you.
neither of you talk. there's tension in the air for some reason, and anton can feel it too. he peeks down at your hand, covering it with his own.
"your hands look cold," his voice is quiet. he's coming off shy. something is different.
"i'm just... warming them for you." your heart begins to race faster than it was before. you turn to look at him just as the first fireworks begin to colour the sky.
between the illuminated flashes of colourful lights bursting in the night sky, the earth had a population of two.
just anton, and you.
to your surprise anton was staring right back at you, big brown eyes peering into yours. he brushes a lock of hair away from your face and leans in. "i really want to kiss you." he whispers. the intoxicating scent of his vanilla conditioner calms you. anton is as perfect as he's always been, your very own dream come true.
this moment was the culmination of your winters spent praying to whoever was listening for summer to arrive quicker than last year. every drive back to your house at the end of each summer you held tears back was not in vain. everything you wanted was right in front of you.
"kiss me," you utter. "just kiss me."
with the last few bursts of fireworks blooming in the starry night sky, anton's strawberry chapstick flavoured lips meet yours. he kisses you with the fervor of years spent pining and waiting. his hands run through your hair, your noses bump, he lets a thumb smooth over the side of your face. he's everywhere you want him to be.
his hands drag up and down your sitting frame. the two of you pull away for air, lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss.
"we just kissed." anton remarks, somewhat in shock. his hand finds yours again, lacing your fingers together with his.
"i've been waiting so long for you to make a move, y/n." he lets out a nervous laugh. "i was worried you didn't feel the same."
your face reddens. "i didn't want to ruin us. i was scared that i'd do the wrong thing and you'd leave me." you admit. sympathy flashes over anton's face. "god no, i wouldnt—" he picks your hand up and kisses the back of it. "i'm not going anywhere, y/n."
"you're stuck with me forever." he grins.
you place a soft kiss to his lips again, savouring the brief moment.
"i wouldn't have it any other way, anton." he blushes at your response, ears reddening with shyness.
an unspoken 'i love you' lingers in the air, both of you too timid to say it out loud.
maybe next summer, you think.
for now, you curl into his side, choosing to rest your head on his shoulder.
everything in this moment feels perfect.
it's just you and anton existing together. you'd spend the rest of forever this way, if only you could.
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RIZZ 101 !
– an anton lee smau !
when anton's friends decide to teach other 'RIZZ 101' after failing to convince shotaro, the only one in their group with a girlfriend to "teach them his rizz," anton wants no part in it. he doesn't care about learning to 'rizz' anyone. he just wants to pass his classes. until wonbin drags him into shotaro's girlfriend's friend group, eager to get close to his new crush, and anton finds himself a new crush, too.
or: anton and his friends have no rizz. they couldn't pull if they tried. he doesn't care until he gets closer to you.
(below the cut!)
contains: high school!au, rizzless!riize, mutual friends to lovers, side oc x riize ships. intentional lowercase, some kys/kms jokes, potential suggestive humour. each chapter will have individual warnings! also, i fucked up the ages because i set their graduation years and so it's a little murky but bear me with me. mentions of school-related stuff will follow the british school system. because thats what my school follows so. yeah.
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☆Quick Fix ~ Anton ff☆
🍔pairing: Anton!bf x Reader!gf | 🍔wc: 1.2k | 🍔summary: After your park date is ruined, you have a house date with your boyfriend Anton. |🍔cw: PURE FLUFF...literally that's it lol (sorry if it sucks…I kinda had writers block with this story)
“Hey, it looks like it’s gonna rain today,” Anton sighed over the phone. You were already fully dressed before he called you.
“Are you sure? Maybe it’ll just be cloudy…I checked the weather app this morning,” you said as you slipped into your shoes.
“You can check again, but I have a feeling we might have to reschedule,” Anton continued.
“Okay, hold on,” you said pulling out your phone. “Yea…it’s showing me a zero percent chance of rain.”
“Hmm, okay well—wait. Are you dressed already?” He asked.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Okay, then I’ll be over there as soon as I can. The least we can do is try right,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he grabbed his keys and headed outside.
You knew it was gonna be cold whether it rained or not, so you dressed warm and casual. After all, you two were just gonna hang out at the park together.
The sun was shining bright today, not a single cloud in the sky. You opened the door to see your boyfriend standing there.
“Hey,” he smiled. “Maybe you were right about it not raining,” he chuckled as the sunlight danced in his eyes. He shielded his face from the bright light as the two of you walked to his car.
The park was mostly empty today, just a few kids, pets, and small families. You and Anton found a spot close to the lake. The water glistened in a way that was uncommon in such cold weather.
“It’s really beautiful out here,” Anton said as the two of you layed the blanket down.
“Yeah, I know right,” you smiled before sitting down to empty out the picnic basket. “Wow! This looks really good,” you said as you pulled out the food.
“I made the sandwiches myself,” Anton smiled as he picked up one of the triangles. “Ah,” he said as he brought it to your lips.
You smiled as you bit into the sandwich. You picked up the vine of green grapes and plucked one off before bringing it to Anton's lips.
He was just about to crack open a soda as a big golden retriever fell onto the basket. It caught a ball in it's mouth as it shuffled around to get back to his feet.
Both of you were too stunned to speak as you watched the dog run back over to the little girl who bounced around with her pigtails.
Mouths wide open, the two of you stared at each other before looking down to see the muddy, furry mess that was now all over your food. Everything from the sandwiches to the cookies...all ruined.
"Oh well," Anton sighed. "At least we still have the drinks," he chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. Just then the sky grew dark as heavy clouds covered the sun.
"I think you were right about that rain," you said pointing up.
"We better pack this stuff up then," he said as the two of you repacked the picnic basket. Unfortunately, you were fast enough to escape the rain that began pouring on you and your boyfriend.
"Hurry, let's get to the car," he said before grabbing your hand. The two of you ran to his car and you watched as he clicked a button on the keys about 5 times before the lights began to flicker.
You had never been so glad you wore a hoodie until now. Though it didn't keep you completely dry, you were definitely drier than you would've been without it.
"Hmm, you look cold," Anton said as he looked at you sitting with your hands tucked between your thighs. He reached over to turn on the heat as well as the heated seat.
"Thanks and...uhh...sorry for dragging you out here. I should've listened to you," you sighed as you relaxed your body in the seat.
"It's fine, Babe. And you didn't drag me out here. I came because I wanted to," he smiled as he drove down the highway.
"Hmm. It still sucks that our date was ruined," you said as you toyed with the hem of your hoodie.
"Who said it was ruined?"
"Well, first a dog ransacked our food, and then the rain rushed us out of the park."
"Okay, and?"
"And that ruined out date," you laughed as you noticed he'd been smiling the whole time.
"Look. All I'm saying is that we've merely had a change of plans," he chuckled as you pulled up to a fast food joint.
"In-N-Out?" you said as he rolled down the window.
"Shh shh," he said, putting a finger on his lips before placing the order.
"Hellooo. How are you doing today?" asked the lady over the speaker.
"Hi, I'm doing great. What about yourself?" Anton held back a chuckle as you playfully pushed him.
"I'm doing fine. What can I get for ya?"
"Umm...I'll have two of your hamburger combos."
"Okay, and what would you like the drinks to be?"
"Hmm, one Coke and one Orange Fanta. Light ice for both of them."
"Alright and is there anything else I can get for you?"
"Nope, that's all. Thank you," he smiled.
"You're welcome, you're total is $19.20. And you can just pull up to the next window, okay."
"Okay," Anton said before driving up.
“Alright, so what’s this change of plans Mr. Who Said Our Date Was Ruined,” you smirked as he pulled out his credit card.
“It’s a surprise,” he smiled back before bopping your forehead.
“Hey?!”
“That was payback for pushing me earlier,” he said as he handed the guy at the window his card. “And don’t even think about asking for a hint,” he continued as he placed the bags of food on your lap.
“Well can I at least have a fry?” You asked as the warm bags sat on your lap.
“Sure,” he laughed. “Just make sure you only mooch out of one bag.”
He drove all the way back to his house before turning off the car. “What are we doing here,” you asked.
“This is where we will have our date,” he smiled before taking the drinks and backs of food from you.
The rain had stopped just enough for you guys to get inside. “What about the picnic stuff?” You asked as he locked the car from inside.
“Don’t worry about it. I can take care of it later. For now, let’s go eat,” he smiled as he dragged you over to the couch. You sat down to watch two episodes of one of your favorite shows as you ate your lunch together. Anton also pulled out the UNO cards to play a few rounds when you finished.
"Alright, now on to part two of this date. This is the fun part," Anton said before getting up and walking to his room.
He brought out a dinosaur Lego set for the two of you to build together. He was a lot better and ended up building most of it on his own as you eventually fell asleep watching him. He quickly finished putting the last pieces together as he admired your figure on the floor.
He placed his final masterpiece on the coffee table before laying down on the floor behind you, careful not to wake you up. He gently placed a kiss on your head before wrapping his arms around you.
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i’m in love with the antinitonny, can you do long anton fic? 🥺
Memories | L. Anton
Summary: it's the last summer before you start college and you and you plan to make the most of it.
Word count: 15k
Pairing: Anton x Reader
Genre: friends to lovers. Fluff. Angst. Suggestive.
Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and alcohol. maybe some cuss words, slow burn. (like extremely slow)
Youth. The stage of life where you're bound to make mistakes, and memories. You meet the people you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with, and learn valuable lessons to teach when you’re old and bound to a rocking chair.
Adults always tell you to enjoy your youth and for once you actually plan on listening to them.
“Eunseoks here.” you run down the stairs after seeing his car pull into the driveway from the window of your room. “He’s here.” you yell once again heading towards the kitchen where your mom is.
Before you could yell again, He and sungchan walk through the door pulling suitcases behind them. You quickly open the fridge and pretend as if you’re completely unaware of their presence.
“Are those my boys?” your mom asks while walking into the living room to greet them, welcoming them both with a nice warm hug. “Your sister is waiting for you in the kitchen.” you hear her say while eavesdropping on their conversation
“Doesn’t my little sister miss me?” He slightly yells as he walks into the kitchen where you are. It’s been almost 5 months since you last saw your older brother, so yes of course you miss him. Even if he was annoying and unfun to be around.
“Oh hey Eunseok, I didn’t know you were here.” You speak nonchalantly. “Really? I saw you peeking from the upstairs window.” He exposes you
“Uh…” You stumble to find anything to say.
“I see you still haven’t changed.” He laughs.
“Why would I change? It's only been five months.” You question while peeling the orange you pulled out of the fridge. “What have you been up to?” he asks as he takes the orange out of your hand to peel for you, because you had a habit of biting your nails so you could never tear the skin to even begin to strip the orange.
“Nothing really, I’ve just been worrying about starting college.” You sigh. “There’s nothing to worry about, You’re smart you’ll be fine. Just remember like I said, don’t fall-” “Fall into the wrong crowd and stay away from drugs.” You finish.
“See you got it.” He congratulates you by handing you back the now naked orange. Eunseok being your older brother, you always received life talks from him, even if you didn’t know what he was talking about. He took his role very seriously even though he was only 3 years older than you.
“Y/n, How are you?” Sungchan walks in thankfully to redirect the conversation from turning into another unwanted life lesson.
“Sungchan!” you gleam as you head over to him for a small hug. He was as much your friend as he was Eunseoks, the three of you grew up closely together so you could basically just consider him your other brother. “How come I don’t see your boyfriend running around here?” he asks suddenly.
“We aren’t dating, and I don’t know. I guess he’s busy today.” You shrug your shoulders. As if on cue you hear the doorbell ring and instinctively you know exactly who it is. “Y/N Anton is here.” You hear your mom yell from the living room. You find no use for either of the men in the kitchen anymore as you hurry towards the door to see your best friend of 6 years.
“Hey?” You greet him happily. “Is he here? Well I'm guessing he is. I see his car.” He says shyly
“Just come in dummy.” You roll your eyes and back up from the door so he can fully walk in.
He slips his shoes off before he follows you to the kitchen. “Oh there he is.” eunseoks laughs deeply when he addresses Anton. “Hey, you’ve gotten taller?” Sungchan asks while inspecting him. “No.” Anton says, shaking his head. “Are you sure, I don’t remember you being taller than me?” Sungchan adds measuring himself against him.
“You ask this question every time you see him.” you laugh at sungchan, “That’s because he gets taller every time.” Sungchan argues back.
“Shouldn’t you know if he’s gotten taller? He’s your boyfriend.” he teases.
“We’re not dating,” You whine, but it’s not really convincing anyone.
“Yet.” He adds.
“Alright you two.” Eunseok jumps in before you could throw anything at him, like you always do whenever you start arguing with him. “Eunseok, do you know you’re the best brother in the world.” You smile sweetly at him, buttering him up with your fluttering eyelashes.
“What do you want?”
“The keys to your car.” You say without any spaces, still fluttering your eyelashes and holding your hands together. “Pretty pretty please.” You add hoping to persuade him. And you know you’ve done it because he rolls his eyes and pulls the keys out of pocket to dangle them on top of your palms that you have held out for him.
“No-”
“Texting and driving, yes I know.” You say before he tries and sneak in yet another unsolicited life lesson. “And-” “call you if anything happens.” You say in monotone looking off to the side. “Hmm, Maybe I shouldn’t give them to you.” he begins but you stop him to beg. “No please please, I’ll call you if anything happens and I’ll keep my eyes on the road, I won’t even blink.” You plead.
“Woah, but if you don’t blink your eyes will get dry and then yo-” “Shut up idiot.” You slap his arm and turn back to eunseok. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“FIne.” he says before he places the keys into your hands. “I expect to see my car in one piece when I wake up in the morning.” “Yes sir.” You nod your head, before grabbing Antons arm and pulling him out of the door.
The two of you end up in a random parking lot staring up at the stars. It’s silent for the first few moments. The only thing playing is the slow music coming from inside the car. There’s not really anything to say, with you and Anton being friends for so long you found that the both of you already knew everything there was to know about each other.
So silences like this were comforting to you. Just being in each other's presence was enough for the both of you. “I love this song.” you say quietly.
“Are you scared?” He ask randomly completely catching you off guard,
“Scared of what?” You finally turn to him. “I don't know, we'll be starting college soon, and I know things are gonna change, I’m just worried we’re gonna grow apart.” He explains.
“We thought this same thing about highschool, and besides look at sungchan and eunseok. They’re still really close.” You say trying to calm his worries.
“But they’re both guys. What happens when we start dating people? And we don’t have time for each other.” He continues, “I don’t know, I’m probably just overthinking.”
“How about this,” You say sitting up to show that you were serious about what you were going to say next. “We make every second of this summer count, that way if college does draw us apart, We’ll still always have memories together.”
“Deal.” He says as he smiles and links his pinky with yours.
The best way to make memories is to try something you’ve never tried before, and something that neither you or Anton have ever tried was alcohol. So that seemed like the perfect place to start. Now there was a small dilemma with this, no one in your family were drinkers. So the chances of you getting access to alcohol was extremely slim.
Luckily you had a plan.
“Where are we supposed to get fake IDs from?” Anton asks when you explain to him how the both of you were going to sneak into a bar down in the city. “Where else?” You respond with a smirk that he finds both scary and intriguing.
“Oh hey sungchan.” You say casually as you waltz into the kitchen. “sup.” he bobs his head towards you.
“just out of peak curiosity, you wouldn’t know where to get an ID would you?”
“i might know someone, depending on who’s asking.” he cocks an eyebrow up to you.
“Anton and I just need one for this event that’s happening downtown. Do you think you can get it to us by next week?”
“I can get it to you by tomorrow.” he says
“But Eunseok can’t find out about this.” you make it clear. “Of course not, do you think I'm crazy?” he asks, which warrants you to give him a knowing look. Wondering why’d he’d even ask that question as he was promising to get fake IDs to two 19 year olds.
“Don’t answer that.”
“When are you gonna start packing up?” Anton asks, looking around at your overly decorated room. There isn’t one empty space on your wall yet you always find space to hang up another poster.
“I don’t know, I might just do what Eunseok did and leave all of this stuff here.”
“Are you sure you can live without your collection?” He asks, pointing to the books you started collecting in middle school and were still accumulating.
“No, those are coming with me.”
“You know, you’re gonna have to move this stuff out eventually right?”
“I know, I’m just not ready to see this room empty again.” You ponder while looking around the room. Something about it just gave you extreme nostalgia, this is where you grew up. This is where you had your first sleepover and where you went when you had your first “heartbreak.” (You sat in your room and cried for days because you didn’t get tickets to see your favorite band.)
So seeing your room empty would really make things reality for you. Things really are changing, time is passing you by and you’re getting older.
“Special delivery.” You don’t have to check to know exactly who’s standing on the other side of the door. Sungchan lets himself in, just as he always does. Butting into your room as if it was his own. “Look what I got?” he holds up a yellow envelope right in front of your eyes.
“What is it?” Anton asks, walking up next to you.
“It’s our ID’s” you answer
“Our fake ones?”
“Shh” you and sungchan both shush him at the same time, and you hurry to close the door before Eunseok could hear anything.
“show me the stuff.” you whisper when Sungchan pulls out the ID and shows it to the both of you.
“Rachel owens?” you ask, looking at your ID. “You can’t reveal your real name. Quickest way to get caught.” he explains
“Okay but I don't know how believable Brad Murray is.” Anton says, still looking at the hard plastic card. “what are they gonna do, tell you you’re wrong.” Sungchan responds
“I don’t know, this whole idea just seems wrong. Maybe we should just wait till we’re of age to drink.” Anton says and it causes you and Sungchan to burst out into a laugh.
“Wait till we’re of age?” you laugh, slapping sungchans arm “Who does this kid think he is?” Sungchan adds.
“Exactly that, a kid. We’re both kids, and we should just be kids.”
“Fine, I'll just go by myself then.” you throw your hands up and head downstairs with sungchan following you and leaving Anton alone.
“I’m gonna head out.” You say casually passing by your mom and brother.
“you’re leaving, and you didn’t ask for my car?” Eunseok asks
“I won’t need it tonight, I'm taking an uber.”
“an uber, where are you going?” Eunseok asks, stepping up to you. “we’re going to catch a movie, but it’s pretty long so we’ll probably be tired on the way back.” Anton answers for you, thankfully because you were going to just tell him that you were going grocery shopping.
“Oh, Anton's going with you? enjoy your movie then.” You see that Eunseok loosens up when he realizes that Anton's tagging along with you and it makes you question. “Wait why'd you do that?” you turn to Eunseok
“Do what?”
“how come you didn’t ask questions when Anton said he was coming with me?”
“Because I trust anton.”
“you don’t trust me?” You ask genuinely but Anton doesn’t let you stick around to find out the answer because he’s dragging you out of the door. “I don't think he trusts me.” you say again
“he doesn’t, no one does.” Anton states before turning around, closing the door.
“You don’t trust me?” You ask repeatedly, still confused.
“no, that’s why I'm not letting you go out alone.”
you would argue more about how trustworthy you were but you knew that everything you were planning to say would have just been a lie. So you just get in the uber next to Anton and keep your mouth closed the entire ride.
well for most of the ride. “So why don’t you trust me?” you ask when everyone’s dead silent. “We’re going to a bar with Fake IDs. and whose idea was this?” he states and it pretty much sums up everything for you
“That's fair.” you shake your head
“Why do I let you drag me into these kinds of things?” He looks out of the window and you turn to him. “You dragged yourself into this.”
“I miss when we used to stay up playing mario kart, now we’re sneaking out to bars.” He sighs dramatically
“We just played mario karts an hour ago.” you remind him
“and i wanna go back.”
“I didn't force you to come with me anton.”
“as the oldest of the two of us, it’s my duty to make sure that you’re safe.”
“you’re only older by a few weeks.” you say
“I still need to make sure you stay safe.”
“If I wanted a bodyguard I would’ve just invited eunseok.”
“Alright then, let’s call him up.” Anton says as he pulls out his phone to call your brother. Before he even unlocks it you feel your heart drop and you smack the phone out of his hand causing it to drop on the floor.
He looks at the phone then he looks at you. “Why would you do that?”
"If Eunseok finds out about this he’ll kill me. I’ll never be allowed to touch his car again, he’ll never shut up about it. he’ll make me show up to college wearing a shirt that says, “I’m an underage drinker.” he’ll ground me for years.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you decided to go out and get us fake IDs.” He snaps back while bending over to pick his phone up off the floor.
“I just want us to do something different and new. Before we lose each other forever.” You force your voice to get lower, knowing that he’ll feel bad and lay off your case.
“We won’t lose each other forever, we’ll always be friends.”
“But we won’t be best friends. We've always wanted to get drunk together, this might be the last time we ever get to do that.” You mumble while looking out the window for dramatic effect.
“We’ve never talked about getting drunk together.”
“But we’ve always thought about it.”
“I’ve always thought about playing mario karts for 24 hours straight.”
Hearing his response catches you off guard, you completely forget that you were trying to emotionally manipulate him out of snitching to Eunseok. He notices when you slowly turn your head and side eye him. “Mario Karts?”
“You know what, maybe it’s a good thing we aren’t gonna be friends for long.” You add before he can say anything.
“This is why your brother trusts me more than he trust you.” he spits back
“You think that’s a flex? it just makes you boring.”
“You think I’m boring?" He asks aggressively.
‘I do. We all do.”
“Who’s we?” he pipes up.
“Me, sungchan, the uber driver.” You suddenly point to the man who’s been minding his business throughout the whole ride.
“You think I’m boring?” Anton looks away from you and to the man. “I don’t know you, but you sound very unfun to be around.” The unnamed speaks calmly while keeping his eyes on the road.
“Unfun?” Anton asks again.
“That’s what he said.” you chuckle
“I’m not unfun!” He pouts, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. You’re too amused to really argue back with him.
The rest of the car goes quiet yet again until Anton speaks up once more. “I hope you can hold your alcohol because I won't be carrying you back home.”
“I can hold my alcohol” you say confidently although you’re really unsure, since you’ve never had any alcoholic drinks.
The line to the club is just like you saw in the movies. It’s so long you think about just turning around and going back but Anton is still on his quest to prove just how fun he is, which is why he forces you to stand in the line with him. Until the both of you are face to face with a 7-foot-tall security guard who looks like he eats 5 dozen raw eggs and a horse for breakfast.
“IDs.” is all he says but it has your heart beating outside of your chest. Both of you are hesitant to pull out the fakes you have in your wallet. Yet, you still pull yours out first and show it to the man, Anton following your lead.
“This looks like a fake.” he says bluntly.
“A fake? ID? I didn’t even know those were real things.”
“Obviously they're not real, that’s the problem.” Anton begins to start yet another argument with you; however he’s quickly hushed when the security guard yells “Brad.” and Anton begins looking around trying to find out who he’s talking about. To which you just facepalm and whisper “He’s talking to you idiot.”
“Oh right, I’m Brad. Brad Murray, that’s me.” he straightens up.
It’s painfully obvious that the both of you are lying that you don’t even try to hide it anymore. With the security guard looking down at both of you, you’re sure he’s gonna turn you away but he just sighs and passes your IDs back.
“They don’t pay me enough for this.” he mumbles as he opens the rope to let you and Anton in. The music aggressively meets your ears before you even walk into the building. And you can smell the extreme scents of alcohol and whatever it is that people are doing inside of the place.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” stop in front of Anton, contemplating just going home. “Do you wanna go home?” He asks, and something about hearing him say makes you realize that’s not what you want to do. So you grab his hand and guide him all the way into the club where you could fully hear the music.
It’s so loud that you can feel it through your feet. There's so much going on you don’t even know where to start, and the flashing lights are starting to make you dizzy. But it all excites you, the music, the lights, the alcohol everything is so exciting to you.
“Let’s get drunk.” You yell to Anton first, but you don’t get a chance to go anywhere because he’s pulling you back by the hand that you still have intertwined with him. “Call me boring and unfun but I still don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Well then you don’t have to drink.” You state before attempting to walk away again but he just pulls you right back, not letting you step away. “I don’t want you to either.”
“Okay I won’t.”
“You promise?” he holds his pinky finger out to you, but you only stare at it. Pinky promises were very dear to the both of you, in the 6 years that you’ve been friends neither of you have ever broken a pinky promise. And You knew that if you made this promise, you very well didn’t have the intentions on keeping it.
“I promise.” You say looking off to the side, and failing to link pinkies with his.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he nudges his finger out to you so you can solidify the promise. “Come one Anton, just this one time.” Staring at him until he finally gives in and sighs.
“Only one drink.’ He states firmly holding up his index finger to really drive his point. “Okay, fine. Only one.”
30 minutes had passed and you had drunk way more than the both of you agreed on, in fact you had sweet talked some random man at the bar into paying for your drinks. Completely missing the look that Anton gives you every time you take another sip.
Despite his annoyance with you, he still hasn’t let go of your hand. No matter how many times you tried to yank your hand away from him. Or tried talking and flirting with guys around you. He’d just pull you back towards him and claim you as his girlfriend so they wouldn’t try and take the initiative to flirt back.
“Isn’t this fun?” you slur resting your face against his back because you had lost your balance to stand up straight. “Are you having fun?” he asks, flipping the question back around on you.
“Mm hmm.” You bounce your head up and down. “Lots of fun.”
“How much have you had to drink?” He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure that you were keeping up with the amount of alcohol you were consuming. “I had umm 3.” you stumble in front of him and hold three fingers up with a big smile.
“No, you had this many.” He corrects while pulling up 7 more of your fingers.
“10?”
“It’s time to get you home.”
“I’m not ready to go home.” you state while trying to wobble away from him, when you do you walk face first into some random man's chest and giggle when you fall into his arms. “Hi, wow you’re tall.”
Anton thinks about just leaving you to face your own consequences but quickly changes his mind once he notices the strange man's hand placements and weird smile. There weren’t enough signs to show that he had bad intentions until he slipped his hands over your back jeans pockets and whispered something in your ear. That’s when Anton finally made the decision to jump in.
“Sorry about her, she’s really drunk right now.” Anton politely speaks while pulling one of your arms so you could go back towards him.
“She doesn’t seem too drunk.” The man says with his arm loosely around your waist.
“She’s 19.” Anton adds hoping that it’d be enough to pull the man off of you.
“Even better.”
He had to protect you, that’s what he kept telling himself the whole ride home. He did it to protect you, any other normal person would’ve also resorted to violence if their best friend was being inappropriately touched by a man almost twice her age.
He shouldn’t really feel bad, he knew you weren’t gonna remember anything when you woke up in the morning. You weren’t gonna remember how many drinks you had, or how you got home. And you definitely weren’t gonna remember how his knuckles got all bloody and bruised.
You turn onto your side and curve into a ball when he lays his blanket over top of you. It’s pretty dark but he can still make out small features of your face, and he can see when you open your eyes slightly to look at him.
“Go to sleep.” he says, but you just kinda smile.
“You’re really cute,” you say with a raspy voice, your eyes are too heavy to keep open but you try to do so anyways. Just so you can keep looking at the pretty soft spoken boy in front of you.
“I am so gonna make fun of you for this tomorrow.” He laughs but you don’t respond. You’ve already fallen back asleep and it doesn’t take too long for him to do the same, laying right beside you but leaving enough room in between the both of you.
When you wake up in the morning you feel an immense amount of pain coming from all over your body. You feel like you’ve been hit by a bus, or maybe even something bigger. A train. You don’t really have the strength to get up from your bed so you don’t even try. You just roll over and stare at the light blue painted walls.
It takes a good 2 minutes for you to realize that your walls aren’t blue, and that the large panda teddy bear sitting on your bed isn’t yours. In fact this bed isn’t yours either. This is when you finally gain enough strength to finally sit up, and look around. Seeing that this isn’t your room at all. Who’s room is it? You’re not sure. It looks very familiar like you should know but you really don’t.
In the time it takes to find out whose bed you're in, Anton walks in with a big warm bowl of your favorite oatmeal. “You’re awake.” He says when he sits down on the bed beside you.
“Unfortunately.” you take a breath of relief when you see his face.
“I made you oatmeal.” He places the bowl in front of you.
“Thanks.”
“Sorry I didn’t take you home, I figured you wouldn’t want your brother to see you drunk.”
“Was I that bad?” Your voice is still strained from the night before
“Yes.”
“Did I do anything weird?” you ask but you don’t know if you’re ready to hear the answer.
“You said I was cute.”
“You?”
“Trust me it was weird for both of us.” He lies.
“Let’s just pretend like last night never happened. I’m never touching an alcoholic beverage ever again.” You state while mixing up your oatmeal.
“Promise.” Anton asks with his pinky out towards you.
“I promise.” You make sure you seal the deal this time, looping your pinky around his and rocking your hand a little to show you were very serious.
“Good. cause it sucked having to carry you home.” He adds when you begin eating the oatmeal.
“You carried me?”
“Well how do you think you got here?” He questions, through his smile
“I’m still sobering up, my thinking skills aren’t up to date.”
“You know something, you’re actually kinda cute when you’re drunk.”
“Shut up.” you scream covering your ears so you don’t have to hear anything else he says.
You finally go back to your own home when the sun sets, that’s when you feel that you’re sober enough to face your brother without being suspicious. Although no matter how sober you are, you’re always gonna be suspicious around him.
“You’re back finally. How was the movie?” Eunseok greets you when you first walk in.
“Movie?” you question, so Anton answers for you.
“It was good for me atleast, but she fell asleep through most of it.”
“Oh, you guys went to a movie? That’s very romantic.” Sungchan asks as he walks into the living room stuffing his face with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Despite knowing that there wasn’t any movie.
Neither of you take the time to argue with him. But it doesn't stop him from continuing.
"Did you hold hands?"
“No!” you finally answer him, and you expect Anton to do the same but he only snickers behind you, leaving you to defend yourself.
“I'm glad you guys enjoyed your date, go start packing so we can head to dads old cabin” Eunseok casually jokes, and it almost irritates you
“It wasn't a date.” you stomp but it doesn’t help you at all because they all laugh when your voice squeaks.
“Is that why you’re wearing his shirt?” sungchan points out
you look down at the extremely oversized Harley davidson graphic tee that you have on. there isn’t even any explanation for this, sure you could tell them the truth. that you threw up all over your own clothes so he gave you his as a replacement. but it was probably best that you didn’t let your anger get the best of you this time.
So you proceed to change the subject instead. “We’re going to the cabin?”
“Yeah, we’re driving out there tonight. So hurry.” He rushes you.
The cabin belonged to your dad before he died, he liked it because it was hidden in the woods. Away from the city that your mom loved so much. It balanced perfectly because it was a 30 minute ride away from the house and he enjoyed a good drive.
He’d often go out there on the weekends with Eunseok and go fishing. While you stayed with your mom and visited the small boutiques nearby. That’s what influenced your father to leave the cabin to Eunseok seeing that he’d probably get more use out of it than you would.
The cabin was pretty outdated but it had enough room for the four of you to stay for a few nights. You weren’t too fond of the old place but what you did like was the lake in the back. You liked the way it mirrored the sky during sunrises. Or the way the moon reflected off the ripples of the water.
“okay so here are the rules.” Eunseok begins but he doesn’t get to finish because the rest of you are already grunting aloud.
“alright alright, I won’t go over the rules. because I assume all of us are adults and we would know how to behave ourselves.”
“Great, I'm sharing the room with Anton.” you call dibs by looping your arm around him and pulling him closer to you.
“you guys are never beating the dating allegations.” Sungchan mutters at how tightly you have your arm around Anton’s.
“You'll never kiss a girl in your life.” you spit at him
“At least my only love interest isn’t my best friend.” He gestures quotations around the word best friend.
“Okay okay.” Eunseok holds his hands out to stop an argument from growing. “It looks like we definitely need to go over the rules.”
“no need.” Anton speaks up. “we’ll be behaved.”
“Yes we will.” you add, resting your head on Anton’s shoulder to block out the faces that Sungchan makes to you from behind Eunseok.
“and you?” your brother turns to his friend.
“I'll be good.” He turns his attention away from you the second Eunseok looks at him.
“Alright, then we’ll call it a night.” Eunseok doesn’t expect for any of you to say anything else, so he walks away to his shared room with Sungchan and leaves you alone with Anton.
“We should go swimming.” you whisper when you’re sure Eunseok can’t hear you.``it’s 11 pm.” Anton tries to stop you.
“even better.”
“You can’t swim,” he tries again but it still doesn’t work.
he should’ve known better by now. This was the dynamic of your friendship. You'd come up with a crazy idea and he'd try to talk you out of it but fails every time.
You ease your way into the lake taking one step after another. The water is cold but the heat from the summer night helps your body adjust easily the more you walk in. Trying not to slip on the rocks until your body is completely submerged under water. your feet are still grounded so it helps keep your head at the water's surface.
“feels good.” you say looking up to Anton who isn’t convinced.
“If you drown, I'm not jumping in to save you.” he confirms with his arms crossed against his chest.
“I'm not gonna drown.” You continue swimming around
“good cause i’m not gonna save you.”
“You should get in.”
“It’s dark, there’s probably snakes in there,” It’s obvious that he wants to but he refuses. instead taking a seat on the dock where the little old is so that he could just watch you swim by yourself.
which you do for a while, pushing your arms around you to keep yourself afloat. There’s nobody to accompany the two of you other than the singing owls and blue white light of the moon.
“You’re so boring.”
“That's not gonna work this time, the last time you tried that trick I had to fight some guy.”
“you fought someone?” you ask trying to float back
“It wasn't a real fight, I just punched him a few times. I don’t really know if I could call it a fight because he didn’t hit back. well, he didn’t get the chance to.”
He begins to start mumbling to himself and misses the fact that you haven’t been responding. When he finally notices and looks up in your direction, all he can see is your hands waving in the air as if you need help.
but you always play stupid tricks like these so he just laughs at you, assuming that this was another one of your pranks. “I'm not falling for that.”
“you’re a bad actor.” he continues to laugh at how committed you seem to be to this bit. However after 12 seconds he observes that you’ve been underwater for some time. which starts to worry him.
“Y/n?” he calls out just once, and immediately jumps in when you don’t respond. Swimming right to you and picking you up in his arms so you can catch some air first. You have to cough the water out of your lungs before you could even get a breath of air. Chest heaving up and down and your eyes closed tightly shut as she swims you back to the dock and sits you down.
You’re still coughing when he pulls himself out of the lake to sit down besides you and make sure you’re okay. Which he had told you already that he wasn’t gonna do. And he doesn’t just stop there. He leaves you by yourself for a little bit but only to go get a few towels that he can wrap around you, and dry you off himself.
Almost drowning took a lot of your energy so you don’t do anything to help him help you, You just stare at him while he takes the towel to dry your hair. Neither one of you says anything for a while until he carries you back into the cabin and lays you down on your side of the bed.
“Now you’re gonna have dreams about drowning.” He laughs and sit up to dry himself off.
“I wasn’t drowning, I was just trying to do a cartwheel underwater.” you lie, leaned back against the pillow and watching him remove his extremely soaked shirt.
“Sure you were.”
“I really was.” you try to defend yourself again, but he still doesn’t believe you. There’s no use in acknowledging that he literally saved your life. Because even though you were very grateful you already knew he would, and also this was going to be something else that he’s never going to shut up about.
“What would you do without me?”
“You might’ve saved my life once...”
“twice.” he corrects
“don’t flatter yourself.” you smile, gently smacking his arm.
Anton wakes up in the morning to find that you’re sitting by the window, staring at the way the sunrise shines off the lake. Your chin is rested on your knees, which are pressed to your chest and chained together by your arms.
“You’re up early.’ Anton crawls to the part of the bed where you are and sits besides you. Close enough to where you can lay your head on his arm. “I love the sunsets up here.” You speak low enough for it to be classified as a whisper.
To which he hums to show that he acknowledged what you had said. But there is just something about sitting in silence with each other that the both of you love. Nothing has to be said and there aren’t even any thoughts. But just knowing that he’s there right next to you is more comforting than anything else in the world.
“Wait, did you really fight someone?” You question suddenly lifting your head from his arm.
“It’s no big deal.” He brushes off, however you don’t buy it as you angle your entire body towards him. “Anton, you could’ve died.”
“No, actually I- wait what are you trying to say?”
“You can’t fight, even I can pin you down.”
“That’s because I always let you win.”
“Sure.” you say rolling your eyes.
“I can prove it.” he stands up in front of you. As if he’s actually ready to start a wrestling match.
“There’s no-” You don’t get to say anything because he’s begun playfully attacking you. “You don’t have to prove anything.” you yell in your defense while still putting all your force into holding him down just as you always do.
Yet this time is different, and you realize that when he hovers over top of you with both of your arms pinned to the bed right above your head. You weakly try to pull yourself out but it doesn’t work. And then you make the mistake of looking up at him, your heart jumping when you do.
His face is unusually close to yours, so close that you stop breathing and you feel like you have nowhere else to look but at him. The both of you are too stunned to say anything at first, and when you finally take the initiative to speak first, it comes out almost in a whisper.
“Okay you win.”
“Yeah.” He says looking away from your eyes and down at your lips.
“So you can get off of me now.” You say once again trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the underlying urge to see if his lips feel as soft as they look.
“Yeah, sorry.” he mutters while rolling off of you and taking a seat besides you, neither of you say it but you both make a mental note to never speak of that interaction again.
“Are you hungry?” he asks while avoiding eye contact.
“A little, I’ll go see If Eunseok is awake.” You say quickly jumping off the bed and running towards the door.
It’s night two of three, when you walk into the room where Anton is seated on the bed trying to get through a 3 minute video, that seems longer because it won’t stop buffering every 10 seconds due to the very bad wifi connection.
You turn and lock the door behind you before getting Antons attention. “Wanna try this?” You ask, holding up the plate of brownies.
“A brownie? Sure.”
“No but it’s not any brownie, It’s a magical brownie.” you add, to make sure that he knew what he was getting himself into. “Magical? Like Jack's magical beans?” He asks while reaching for a brownie.
“No you idiot, they’re edibles.”
“Where’d you even get these from?” He asks.
“Sungchan gave them to me.” You answer while splitting the brownie and passing the smaller half to him.
“He said we shouldn’t eat the whole thing.” You add before taking a bite and watching him take his.
“But why would he give us four of them if we can’t eat the whole thing?” Anton asks
“Maybe I heard him wrong.” You think aloud.
By the time you finished eating all of the brownies you definitely felt the effects. Sitting legs crossed in front of Anton and just staring at him until you swore you could see his thought bubbles. “You know something…” You say leaning in closer to him, still analyzing the small features of his face.
“You have a really big nose.” You finish while tilting your head to the side.
“You have really pretty eyes.” He combats
“Okay.” You say ignoring his complement. Walking on your knees to sit directly on his lap.
“What are you doing?” He’s confused but his hands go directly to your waist to keep you bound. “Let’s have sex.” You say.
“What?”
“You don’t wanna go into college a virgin do you?” You try to convince him.
“I’m not a virgin.” He states questionably. So questionably that if you didn’t already know, you would’ve known from his tone alone that he was in fact a virgin.
“Yeah right.”
“I’m not.” He lies again.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You yell and he obeys, well partly. He only places a small kiss on your lips and finishes with a pat using the tips of his fingers.
“Wow?” you mutter
“I know, I’m a great kisser.” He boast on himself
“No, You suck.”
“Like you know? You’ve never kissed anyone.”
“No, but I know that’s not how you do it.” You say still sitting in his lap with your hands on each of his shoulders.
“Well you show me how it’s done.” just as fast as he finishes your lips are on his.
Giving him your first kiss and initiating a 30 minute make out session. Until you both fall asleep on the floor, with you wrapped in his arms.
Falling asleep in his arms wasn’t new. You’d done it plenty of times. however, in those many times, you were completely sober. So you never had to question whether or not you guys had sex.
You’re not naked, you know that much. so that must mean that nothing happened. but you very much remember telling him that you guys should have sex, and your last memory of the night was making out on the floor until you started to think that you might actually like him as more than a friend.
“we didn’t… do anything right?” you ask sitting up and looking back down at him.
“I don't remember.” he replies
“Neither do i.”
“The edibles aren’t supposed to plague or memory right?”
“I don't think so.”
and then it goes silent for a minute. right before the both of you start arguing.
“we had sex, oh my god i can’t believe i had sex with you.” you get up and start pacing
“Well you’re the one who came up with the idea.”
“I was high! plus you agreed. Why did you agree?”
“I was also high.”
“our friendship is ruined, we can’t ever speak to each other again.”
“Wait. really?” he pauses to look at you.
“don’t you understand what this means? we’ll fall in love with each other. it’s inevitable. there’s no solution.”
“We could just date.” he blurts out and stares at you as if he’s waiting for a legitimate answer.
“Why would we do that?” You say after staring at him in silence.
“doesn’t it just make sense?” he throws his hands up.
“no it doesn’t, we don’t like each other.”
“Well, what do you suggest?” He plops down on the bed.
“We should forget about it.”
To make matters worse, sungchan walks in right when you’ve started to calm yourself down about the idea of ruining your friendship.
“oh by the way i forgot to warn you guys, the brownies are high in… something that makes you horny. but you don’t have to worry about it, you guys are immune to that stuff.”
“yeah… we don’t have to worry about it.” You try to convince him but it doesn’t work.
“You had sex didn’t you?”
“no.” “yes.” you and Anton say at the exact same time, turning to look at each other before changing your answers.”yes.” “no”
“We don't know.” you answer solo this time. “I remember suggesting it and then we… I don't wanna talk about it.”
“Well, there’s only one thing left to do now.” Sungchan walks in fully and closes the door behind him. you don’t know what he’s about to say but you know it’s serious. “You have to date now.”
“That's what I was saying.” Anton says, throwing his arms up.
“No.” You turn and point your index finger to him and then back to Sungchan. “No.”
“No, we’ll just pretend like nothing happened, and Eunseok will never ever find out about this.”
Your plan to keep Eunseok from finding out wasn’t particularly solid. You walk out to the living space where he’s setting out the dishes for breakfast. He's not the best cook but it’s at least edible, sometimes. you’d usually tease him about it, but you’re caught completely off guard when he goes “there you guys are, I was worried something happened with all the noise you were making last night.”
“uh…” Anton stumbles across his words, he’s standing like a deer stuck in headlights.
“We were practicing, hand…stands.” You start to think of a lie to explain the noise he heard yesterday.
“Handstands?” Eunseok doesn’t even look at you.
“He doesn’t know how to do a handstand.” you say pointing to Anton.
“That’s a relief I thought you were doing something else.” He still isn’t facing you. But he knew the exact reaction he was gonna get from you.
“Something else?”
“He’s a boy, you’re a girl. You like boys, he likes girls.” He explains.
“We didn’t have sex.” You blurt out suspiciously
“I didn’t say you did.”
“But if we did.” Anton speaks up, despite the looks that you're shooting him from the corner of your eye to signal him to shut up.
“What would you suggest?” he continues
“Well then, you would just have to date.” Eunseok finally turns around to face you. Warranting your heart to drop to your stomach. You think you might just shit yourself right there. “But that’s just hypothetical of course.” he adds.
“We wouldn’t have to date. We could let it go and act like we never did it.”
“That wouldn’t work, the second you two even share a kiss you’re bound to fall in love.” Eunseok says.
That exact statement circulates your mind the entire day. You couldn’t fall in love with Anton, it just wouldn’t make sense. You don’t even see him that way, and you don’t imagine you ever will.
The rest of the day goes by and you’re still thinking about what may or may not have happened between you and your best friend last night. Keeping a safe distance just in case. Although it definitely seems to bother you more than it bothered him, because while you were still racking your brain of everything that happened the night prior, he’s just sitting in the corner of the room playing Mario karts.
“I think I just need to sleep.” You say heading towards the bed.
“I think that’s a good idea, I'm getting tired too.” he gets up to stretch before walking to the bed behind you.
“what are you doing?” you stop to ask
“I'm going to bed.” He says casually, staring at you as if he truly couldn’t understand why you’d be so hostile about him sleeping in the same bed as you.
“We can't sleep in the same bed.” You shake your head
“Why not? We sleep together all the time.”
“Don’t! say that.” you shush him with your index finger. “Okay, you take the bed, and I'll go take the couch.”
“The bed is big enough for both of us.” He looks at you when you walk closer towards the door.
“Why are you making this so hard?” You facepalm
“I'm just trying to get some sleep, you’re the one making this hard.”
You take a deep breath before speaking again, whispering as if someone could hear you through the walls. "What if we… again.”
“if we?” He asks
“You know, what if we..” you hold your hands up to make sexual gestures just so he’d understand what you were finally getting to. Yet he’s still staring at you like he just doesn't get it.
“What if we have sex again Anton, what if we have sex.” you finally just say throwing your arms down in frustration.
And you bicker for a good 15 more minutes until you finally cave in and just take the bed. His winning argument being that it’s hard for him to sleep alone since he didn’t have his stuffed panda with him. To which you replied, “You should’ve grown out of that phase years ago.” While still stuffing yourself under the sheets besides him.
September 6th 2015, is the exact date you met Anton. You remember because you still have the initial test that you copied off of him. It was the first time you’d ever made a perfect score on a test, and while you were proud of yourself your mom grew very suspicious.
You knew him before then, but you never thought to speak to him until he caught you cheating off his paper and threatened to tell the teacher. Leaving you with no other choice but to bribe him with dinosaur chicken nuggets. Which honesty was a win for you because your mom loved to pack them for you for lunch and you just didn’t have the heart to tell her that you hated them.
Since then, the two of you were attached at the hip, navigating both middle school and high school together.
You liked to remind yourself of that often, it made you feel better about the rest of life. Because you were soon to be an adult and it was horrifying to you. Even though you had your mom, your brother and Sungchan. It’s just reassuring to know that you had Anton, who was equally as scared as you were.
Listening to music through your black headphones, you sat in your room. The one place in the whole world where you could truly feel at ease. Where your walls are plastered with posters and your bed is never made. You were lucky to spend less than 5 minutes searching for anything within the 4 corners of your own space. But you loved it nonetheless.
You tried to listen to anything that would take your mind off of the event that happened over the weekend, however you were shit out of luck because every song on your playlist either talked about kissing or directly described the friends to lover's pipeline.
Throwing your headphones off, you huff and throw yourself back to stare at the ceiling. Dragging both of your hands down your face. Your friendship with Anton was easily one of the best things you had in your life and you were actively ruining it.
This is actually extremely stressful.
Usually when things got this stressful, you’d go to your loyal confidant, but since you couldn’t go to him you go to the internet instead. crawling towards your laptop to look up advice from others who had gone too far with their best friend.
There were over 7,340,000 results, in which you had rapidly read through at least a hundred of them. There’s all different answers ranging from “there’s no way to mend the friendship.” to “the awkward sexual makes it too hard to bear, the only solution is to cut them off.” Each website you click on makes your gut feel like it’s turning inside out.
The thought of having to lose Anton as a friend makes your heart feel like it’s getting stomped on by a 10 foot giant. Your eyes are flooding with tears thinking about the small irrevocable mistake that the both of you shared when you weren’t in the right state of mind.
Until you click on one last link that catches your attention.
“Just continue seeing each other as friends, overtime it’ll sort itself out.”
Just seeing the words on your screen alone is enough to feel like a nice warm hug. Drying your eyes and reading the message over until you finally start to believe that everything is actually gonna be okay.
You get up off your bed when someone gently knocks at your door, you know who it is because it’s the only person who ever knew to knock.
“Come in.” You try to mask the sorrow in your voice, and it works just barely enough for Eunseok to not catch on.
“Hey, just wondering if you're gonna come down for dinner.” He says only peeking through the doorway. “Yeah, I’ll be down there soon.” You begin to start looking around your bed for absolutely nothing, just so he couldn’t see how red and puffy your eyes were while crying.
“Okay, don’t be long. Also, Antons's downstairs waiting for you.” He adds.
“Antons here.” You quickly turn around to face him, no longer caring if he could tell that you had been sobbing just a few minutes before. Something about just hearing his name causes your heart to beat faster and your lips to turn up into a smile.
“Oh wait, he's right here.” Eunseok says backing up so your closest friend could walk in behind him. He could immediately tell you had been crying, you knew he could. Because his soft smile drops into an expression of empathy, but not yet saying anything until he knew that you had the room to yourselves.
“I’ll leave you guys, but don’t forget to come eat dinner with us.” He says once more before he closes the door. Giving you the privacy Anton’s been waiting for.
“Were you crying?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“No.” You lie.
“I didn’t mean to bother you, I got a little nervous when you hadn’t texted me at all-.” He stops his rambling when you take a seat on your bed and look up at him. He thinks you’re about to cry again but you're just happy to see that nothing has changed between the both of you.
“I was just scared that we were gonna lose our friendship.” You mumble just a little.
“We’ve gone through worse, like the time that I pretended to forget your birthday and you stopped talking to me for a whole month.” he kneels in front of you so you don’t have to look up at him.
The memory makes you laugh a little. Remembering how upset you were, and how he baked you a homemade cake just to get you to forgive him.
“Could you just promise me that no matter what we’ll always be friends.” You ask, your voice still a little shaky from your crying session. Pinky held out towards him because you know that under no circumstance will the promise be broken.
“I promise that we’ll be best friends forever.” He links his pinky onto yours, but it doesn’t last for long because you’re already throwing your arms around him to engulf him in a big hug.
topping him over a little as he softly laughs.
“But, we should probably lay off the edibles and do something normal.” He waits until you’re pulled away from and seated back onto your bed. “like a movie.” he suggests
“deal,” You nod.
If it were anyone else, this would be considered a date. It had the same feel as a date, you’re sitting in your room trying to find an appropriate outfit and fix your hair. When Sungchan yells from downstairs. “Y/n your boyfriends here.” Causing you to glance in the mirror once more before you run down the stairs to meet him.
Neither of you care to argue with Sungchan, only paying attention to each other. “You look really pretty.” Anton speaks first, looking down at you. “Thanks.” you smile at him, but the smile doesn’t do justice to the fluttering butterflies that you feel in your stomach.
“Here’s the keys.” Eunseok places them into your hand without you even having to ask. “Really.” you tame yourself from jumping up and down.
“Don’t be out too late, and don’t crash my car.” He states, pointing his index finger at you.
“We won’t.” You head to the front door, when Sungchan yells one last time. “Enjoy your date.”
“What movie are we going to see by the way?” You ask only once you get into the car.
“You’ll see.” is all he says, and it makes you beg him for more information. “Could you atleast give me a hint.”
“It’s over an hour long.”
“Oh, thanks Anton, that helps.” You sarcastically say, while starting the car. “I think you’ll like it.” He says last.
Anton’s checking in the movie’s ticket while you’re sitting in the back just watching him, there’s no one else in the main area besides the employees, Anton, you and the stranger that walks up from behind you and compliments the shirt that you're wearing.
“Are you waiting for someone?” The man asks
“Yeah, I’m here with my friend.” You point towards Anton who’s staring intently at your interaction with the man in front of you. “He’s getting our tickets.” you add before turning your attention back to the stranger. “Are you single? By chance?” He asks suddenly but it flatters you.
The boy is smaller than what you’d describe as your type, but he’s cute and he looks very friendly. He has hair that you think you could spend hours playing in, and it’d be nice to get an actual boyfriend so Sungchan and Eunseok didn’t tease you about Anton.
“Yeah, I am.” You smile up at him as you stand up. “My name is Y/n.” You add, holding your hand out for him to shake. “My name is Sohee.” He’s about to connect hands with yours but Anton does it first as he stands besides you. Towering over both of you.
“We have to hurry and catch the movie.” He speaks only to you first, until you look at Sohee and back at him.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t see you here.” He lies.
“I don’t wanna hold you up.” Sohee says, particularly paying attention to the way Anton gently and subtly interlocks his fingers with yours. “Sorry about that.” You apologize sincerely.
“It’s no problem, I hope you enjoy the movie.” He says last before Antons dragging you off.
“Who was that?” he asks as you go down the hallway to find out which movie room was showing the movie that you intended to see. “He said his name was Sohee, I thought he had really nice hair.” You look up at Anton.
“I also have nice hair.” He whines.
“No, I mean his hair looks so soft.”
“And mine doesn’t.” He turns to look down at you.
“This isn’t about you.” You giggle. It takes for the both of you to walk into the movie room together for you to realize that he still hadn’t told you what movie you were gonna be watching. You don’t ask now, because you figure that you’ll just find out when it starts playing.
However, once you take your seat right besides your best friend all the way in the back. You miss the title of the movie because you’re too fixated on the fact he hadn’t let go of your hand since he grabbed it earlier. Watching the way he mindlessly rubs his thumb in slow and gentle circles around the back of your hand.
You’d pull away and scold him, but it actually felt nice. So you just rest your head on his arm and continue to watch the rest of the movie.
It was easy forgetting about the 11 pm fiasco in the cabin. You guess Anton was right, your friendship has seen worse. And now you feel kinda silly remembering how you cried thinking about the ending of your friendship.
If that was even possible, because as long as you’ve known Anton you knew there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do just to talk to you. Even now when he snuck himself into your room, for nothing else but to show you the memory box that he found buried deep beneath his bed.
Neither of you remember when you started making it, but both of you were glad to have it. The box was filled with random inanimate objects that actually helped to build the friendship that you have now. Things ranging from the test that brought you together in the first place.
To the small purple transparent lighter that you intended to use as a prop for your magic trick. But actually, almost became an accessory to arson. You were trying to recreate one of those fire throwing acts that you saw on tv however you got a little too carried away and set one of the towels on fire in your bathroom.
In Anton’s defense he told you over and over again that you shouldn’t do it. In your defense? You didn’t have one.
The box is filled with not only random memory sakes, but also tons of pictures of the two of you from when you got your first polaroid for christmas.
The first one you come across is a picture that Eunseok took of you and Anton in your Halloween costumes.
You’d spent months convincing Anton to go with you as Jack Skellington and Sally because of your small obsession with Tim Burton at the time.
He agreed but it wasn’t at all an easy task. And you didn’t even know he would agree until he showed up to your front door with face paint and a very unamused frown. It didn’t phase you at all though because you jumped up and down while giggling and clapping, completely missing the small growing smile that he was gaining just from knowing that you were happy and he was the cause of it.
“Aren’t Jack and Sally a couple?” Sungchan questions when you hand Eunseok your polaroid and ask him to take a picture of you.
“Duh.” you say oblivious to the point he’s trying to make.
“So if you’re Jack and you’re sally…” he points to you as he says “Doesn't that make you a couple.” He finishes with a grin. “No, it’s a costume you idiot.” You yell at him, reaching for your shoe to throw at him.
You’re ready to fight but Anton only looks down at you and smiles at how easily angry you got. And that’s exactly when Eunseok takes the picture.
Anton watches your subtle smile as you flip through each of the polaroids, he begins to mirror your smile when you look up at him and giggle softly. “Oh look at this one.” You hold one of the pictures just inches away from his eyes where he could barely see.
Rather than just taking the photograph out of your hand to see it better, he wraps his hand around your wrist and backs it up to a better angle. The gesture is very simple but you don’t fail to notice that he’s rubbing the tip of his thumb back and forth over your skin.
“I remember this.” he laughs, looking at the photo. You feel a bit of coolness fall over you when he lets go of your arm to look through the rest of the box. Which you think to do after staring at him for 5 seconds too long. Flipping though the rest of the polaroids in your hand, when you come across another picture.
This one isn’t from your camera. It’s a picture your mom took of you when you invited him over to the house for the first time. She was so happy that you had finally made a friend, she didn’t even care that she was actively embarrassing you. Sneaking pictures, and watching behind walls whenever you had finally built some gut to actually talk to him.
It was so long ago, and you were so young. It’s fun to think about now, but it’s even better to think about how long you’ve known him.
“Isn’t it crazy that we’ve been friends for so long and neither of us has a crush on eachother.” You ask, still looking down at the picture.
“Yeah.” He laughs
When you look up you see your best friend, the one person outside of your family that stuck with you through thick and thin. Who held you every time you cried and dried your tears to tell you that everything was going to be alright. Who, no matter what, never made you feel like a burden or like you were too much. Who made it obvious over and over again that they’d do anything to keep you happy.
You see Lee Anton.
He’s meant to be in your life, you’re very sure of it. Because no one understood you like he did, and no one ever will as long as he’s alive. No one defended you like he did, and you don’t care to learn if anyone else might.
But as time went on, the lines started to blur. Because you want to kiss him now, and you’re not sure if you want to do it as his best friend or something more. Gradually leaning in closer to him until your lips just barely touch.
He takes the initiative to go all the way. Furthering the kiss, you have to grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself stable.
You can’t explain it but this just feels right, or better yet, it definitely didn’t feel wrong.
Your eyes are still closed when you pull away, but the instant you open them he mutters. “I love you.” Causing you to get up and jump away from him as if he was infected with a contagious deadly disease.
“You ruined it.” You yell at him, loud enough for him to know how startled you are but not enough for anyone outside of the room to hear.
“I’m sorry!” he pleads. Within a few seconds he’s standing over you so you have to look up at him. For as long as you knew him he’d always been taller than you, it was so obvious that everyone else pointed out the extreme height difference. Well, everyone but you.
“Why would you say that?” You throw your arms down.
“I don’t know, it just came out.”
“You don’t mean it, do you?” You ask, but this time you aren’t yelling and your voice is calmer.
“Of course, I mean it. We’ve been friends for years and I love you.”
“Stop saying that!”
“Do you love me?” His voice is softer than usual and you hate it, there’s just no way you could give him any other answer outside of the one he’s asking to hear. Yet and still you can’t give him anything because you’re not even sure yourself.
“Do you?” he asks again, breaking the long period of silence.
“Could you just kiss me again?” You ask, and he listens. Just as he always does because you’re his best friend and all he wants is to make you happy.
The question never quite left your mind. "Did you love him?” No. “Do you love him?" The obvious answer is yes. It'd be impossible to not love someone that you've been close friends with for just a little less than half your life. Someone that knew almost everything about you.
But this was a more complicated question. Because you know he wasn't asking if you love him as a best friend, and that wasn't an answer you were ready to find out. If you loved him any differently than a friend, then it would change everything.
That's what you're afraid of.
Although, it's a little too late to be scared for the friendship if you're even questioning it in the first place.
It’s been two days since that night, but neither of you had the balls to bring it up again. Seems as if you were getting better at pretending things never happened. You could try and say that things hadn’t changed at all, but that’d be a lie.
Usually you liked the comfort of your own room, but the more you spent in there alone the more you felt that the silence was getting too loud for your own good, and the very last thing you needed right now was to be alone in your thoughts.
So for once you decided to sit in the living room and enjoy the presence of your brother and his best friend. Sitting further away from both of them on the sofa with your legs pressed up against your chest. There weren’t any intentions of interacting with either of them, you just needed to get around somewhere that wasn’t ear ringing quiet.
But every part of you wishes you would’ve just stayed in your room, when you become the topic of discussion.
“Are you texting your boyfriend?” Sungchan teases per usual.
“No.” Is all you say, hoping that if you don’t give him the attention he wants, he’ll leave you alone. He doesn’t but what were you expecting, he was like your annoying brother after all. “You didn’t deny that he was your boyfriend.”
“He isn’t.” You mumble, still not looking up from your phone.
“Is something wrong?” Eunseok asks, and you can easily tell that he’s really concerned. But you just cannot force yourself to tell him that something is bothering you because you know he’ll wanna help. And this just wasn’t a matter that you needed nor wanted him to help you with.
“No, just kinda tired.” You begin to say but sungchan talks over you and asks a question that makes your heart drop.
“Is this about the kiss with Anton?” He pipes up randomly.
“You kissed?” Eunseok takes turns questioning you, and just when you’re about to answer him Sungchan once again speaks over you. “Yeah, but they were both high so it doesn’t really count.”
“High?” This time he’s jumping out of his seat.
By now your heart is beating loud enough to hear, there’s no way to talk yourself out of this so you don’t even try. Only preparing yourself for what’s to come.
“You were high?”
“Before you start, just know that I’m sorry and I already made the decision to never do it again.”
“Wait, don't be too hard on her, I’m the one who gave them the brownies.” Sungchan butts in an attempt to protect you. “I’ll deal with you later.” Your brother points to him, and turns his attention back on you.
“Why did you do it in the first place? I told you to stay away from drugs.” He begins raising his voice at you. That might have been when you started crying, you think. But it’s still unclear, because all you could think about was how shitty you felt to have disappointed him.
“This isn’t a game Y/n that stuff is bad, what will you do when you get to College and everyone around you is doing it? Are you gonna do it too?” He continues to shout,
“No, I told you I wasn’t ever gonna touch it again.” You cry,
“How am I supposed to believe that? You’re not giving me any reason to trust you.”
The words he spit out of his mouth were like small but extremely sharp swords. Piercing into your heart all at once, you don’t even have the strength in your voice to speak anymore, so your next sentence comes out shaky and a little squeaky. “Did you ever trust me?”
“Why would I?” That’s the very last sword to impale your beating muscle, you can imagine that air was just ripped out of your lungs. Leaving you to suffocate alone. If there was one thing you hated in the whole world it was being scolded by your older brother.
Simply because you weren’t used to getting yelled at by anyone else. Your mom was always very soft spoken, and your dad died before you ever got the chance to really disappoint him. So that left Eunseok, he didn’t shout at you often. But when he did, it hurt.
Anton’s the one person you went to every time you felt like this, so it was a no brainer that that’s where you’d end up now.
When you knock on his door still in your pajamas and cheeks stained with tears, he doesn’t even question you. Only holding his arms out for you to claim your spot close to his chest so he could embrace you with the warm and endearing hug that you needed most.
“He’s just looking out for you.” He speaks tenderly, once you finally calmed yourself down enough to explain everything. You always liked how soft his voice was, it was the very thing that made you wanna befriend him in the first place. Even though you made fun of him for it all the time, it was times like these when you really appreciated it.
“I just hate that I disappointed him, now he’ll never trust me.” You continue to sob into his chest.
He lets you cry for another 40 minutes until you fall asleep with your face flat against his chest. Your cheeks are still damp and a bit puffy but even now he finds himself struggling to pull his eyes away from you.
Unfortunately he’s forced to when there’s a knock at the front door, and Anton has to slide himself from under you so you don’t wake up. He knows exactly who’s on the other side of the door but he opens it anyway.
“Is Y/n here?” eunseok asks, already knowing the answer. You wouldn’t go anywhere else.
“No. why, did something happen?” Anton masks his lies with faux concern. “We just got into an argument kind of. I just wanna make sure she’s okay.” Eunseok continues.
Anton looks back at your sleeping figure and faces Eunseok. Feeling no need to hold up the lie he says, “Yeah, she’s fine.”
“Thank you… for taking care of her.”
“Of course.”
Anton closes the door when Eunseok walks away. He watches you for some short moments before leaving to go find a blanket to drape over you just in case you were feeling chilly in your sleep. And sitting on the couch beside you so you didn’t have to be alone.
Anyone with a sibling would know that arguments don’t last for long. But this one did, you knew what you did was wrong but you also don’t want to apologize. So you just pretend like he doesn’t exist for the following week.
He tried nonstop for the first two days but gave up after you just stared directly in his face without a word when he offered you the keys to his car, and unlimited access for the rest of the summer.
“What do you wanna watch?” Anton asks with one hand navigating the laptop and the other playing through your hair. Your body is pressed close against his, so much so you can hear his heartbeat. And he can feel the vibrations of your voice when you hum “I don’t know, you can choose.”
“How about a cartoon?” He scrolls his pointer down to Tom and jerry.
“Not that one.” You mutter when it begins to play.
“Okay, what about the incredibles?” He asks
“I don’t like the incredibles.” you speak into his chest.
“Mickey mouse?”
“We’re not children, Anton.”
“Well, what do you wanna watch?” he shifts his body to look down at you, his frustration growing when you look back up at him. “I don’t know, but I don’t wanna watch that.”
“You don’t wanna watch anything.” He huffs.
“Just choose something good.” Both of you are bickering with each other but keeping your positions, his hand is still tangled in your hair, and you're still face to chest with him. You look up in sync when Eunseok passes by your room to get to his own, however he doesn’t make it to his room yet because he stopped to watch the two of you bicker.
If he didn’t know any better he’d think that the both of you were dating. Funny thing is, he really didn’t know any better. So he stood there in shock staring at you two together holding a half sandwich right in front of his mouth.
“What are you looking at?” You spit, after a small moment of awkward silence.
As soon as the words leave your mouth you realize exactly what he’s looking at, because you look up at Anton and jump away a second later. Not noticing how it looked from a different point of view.
Eunseok walks away immediately with a small chuckle, because although he didn’t understand what was going on you at least acknowledged his existence and talked to him, so that was an improvement.
Your relationship with your brother was still taking baby steps to recovery, but your relationship with your best friend couldn’t get any better. If you weren’t sitting right besides him, you were texting him, if you weren’t texting him, you were calling him.
You made the deal to make this summer count, just in case you grew apart from each other but with the way things were going you highly doubted that anything would break you apart now.
You threw your head back on your bed, staring at your phone with your arms held out over top of your face. You smile never wavering as you type away messages to Anton. First you send the word “hello” 8 individual times in separate messages until he responds, you wanna make sure that you have his attention first.
But when he doesn’t respond or even open the messages, you let the anticipation get the best of you and just call him, so you can at least hear his reaction when you tell him the news that has you busting at the seams with excitement.
Yet, something about hearing the phone ring over and over again slowly kills the excitement in you. Your smile is still present, it’s just smaller now.
Anton always answered his phone for you, even during the cello lessons that his dad used to make him take after school. So this is something new to you, and you’re not sure how to really feel about it.
The only thing you can think to do is just go to his house and see him in person. At Least this way you could see his reaction face to face and even hang out for a little. That’s what you choose to do, throwing your legs over your bed to rush to his front door.
“Hey, guess wha-” You start the second the door opens but stop when you see that the person who opened the door wasn’t Anton. In fact, you don’t know who this is, you’ve never seen her before.
“Hi?” The girl pipes up, smiling at you. You try to force yourself to mirror her smile, it lasts almost as long as a blink but with all the thoughts running through your head you end up just blurting out. “Who are you?”
“I’m Anton’s friend.” She holds her hand out to you. “Nice to meet you.” She smiles.
You feel your heart sink into your chest, the longer you look at her. It was happening already, and summer isn’t even over yet. you thought things were looking up, but it’s just the beginning of the end.
You wanna ask, “Are you sure?” because Anton's never mentioned her before, but you hold your tongue and simply ask “Is he here?” and she responds with “Yeah, I’ll get him for you.”
You wait for less than a minute before Anton comes to the door, you hadn’t thought about what you were going to say when you did see him. So now you’re stumbling over your words trying to find out what question you wanna ask first.
“I just came because you didn’t answer your phone, but I guess you have a date so that would explain everything.” you mutter
“It's not a date, she just came over to play games.”
“sounds fun.”
“you’re not mad.. right?”
“I'm just a little disappointed that you didn’t tell me. but she’s really pretty I hope you guys have fun.”
“why do you even care? we’re just friends.” he asks when get ready to turn your back.
“Just fr- the rest of the words can’t even leave your mouth, just caught in your throat as tears begin to swarm your waterline. “Clearly we don’t feel the same way, so I’ll just go.”
“Feel the same way?” he repeats “about what? there’s nothing to feel.” That's what does it, knocks the wind right out of your lungs.
“nothing. nothing, Anton bye.” you hurry and walk away before he could see you cry. the conversation reminds you of the stupid high school that you used to avoid. clinging onto Anton because you always thought he was far too sweet to ever treat you or anyone like that. but you were wrong, you were terribly wrong, and it makes you physically ill.
Crying for the third time this summer, barging into the house past Eunseok and running into your room. This might actually be your first heartbreak, and it’s funny to think that your best friend would be the one to give it to you.
“knock knock.” Eunseok knocks on the bedroom door that you forgot to close. Usually he’d wait for your permission to enter but this time he just walks right in and takes a spot on the edge of your bed.
“go away.” you sob into your pillow.
He continues to speak, not caring about your protests. “I know you don’t wanna talk to me right now. but I want you to know that I'll always be here for you. and no matter what i’ll always look out for you.”
“I don't need you to look out for me.”
He doesn’t say anything else because he knows it’s only a matter of time before you open up to him about what’s going on.
he thought right, it takes not even 4 seconds for you to sit up and look at him with glossy eyes. “we’re just friends, not best friends, not even close friends. just friends.” you hiccup in between words.
When eunseok doesn’t say anything you keep talking.
"He was hanging out with this girl; I've never met her before. Well, I mean he’s never told me about her, and she’s really pretty. He probably thinks she’s prettier than me.”
“you’re crying because he was hanging out with a girl?” Eunseok recaps and you roll your eyes.
“You don’t get it, no one gets it.” Not even you. You couldn’t explain to him what’s wrong if you wanted to, because you actually had no clue. All you knew was that you saw him with another girl, and it hurt. It hurt a lot.
“Then explain it to me.” Your brother looks at you, really trying to understand so he could find a way to make you feel better. When you go completely silent, he blurts out another question.
“Do you like him?”
Now you get it, now it all makes sense. You don’t wanna admit it aloud, but you know the truth. You’ve stopped crying but your voice is still weak and raspy when you say. “We’re just friends.” Repeating Anton's exact words.
It wasn’t easy ignoring Anton, not because you were struggling to stay away from him but because he made it hard to pretend like he never existed. Blowing up your phone with phone calls or text messages and popping up at your front door occasionally so you’d be forced to see his face.
You’ve moved on from being mad about whatever it was that you were mad about in the first place, to being mad about the fact that he didn’t share the same feelings you had.
This was all his fault anyways, because if it wasn't for his dumb stupid face and his annoying soft voice you would’ve never fallen for him in the first place. You were actually pretty good at keeping your emotions controlled… well more less. But this was still his fault, and you weren’t taking any responsibility.
1:15 Brachio: Wanna go skating today?
1:22 Brachio: hey??
1:37 Brachio: did I do something wrong?”
You scoff at the last message; he really had the audacity to ask if he did something wrong. Even if you didn’t fully know the reason you were mad, he should’ve definitely known.
4:49 Brachio: Hello?
4:49 Brachio: I’m sorry, please talk to me.
4:49 Brachio: this isn’t fun I’m getting flashbacks.
4:50 Brachio: I’ll bake you a cake.
4:50 Brachio: I’ll do anything.
5: 10 Brachio: wow so you hate me.
6:20 You: I do, leave me alone.
6:20 Brachio: Oh, sorry,
6:29 Brachio: Are you still mad?
You leave your phone faced up and watch his name flash more and more from the corner of your room. Trying to think of anything else to distract you from the conversation Anton was having with himself in your messages.
“What are you doing out here?” Sungchan looks down at Anton cropped down in front of your door. “Waiting or Y/n” he responds.
“Oh I’ll get her for you.” He turns.
“No! She’s not gonna come out if you tell her I’m here. I’ll just wait.”
“Is this like a game?... or”
“She came over 2 weeks ago, and we had a small argument about… actually I don’t know what it was about. I just know that it upset her that I had one of my friends over.”
“Interesting, interesting and was this friend a girl?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you find her physically attractive?”
“No, I’ve never really looked at her like that.”
“Interesting.” sungchan taps his chin 3 times for cinematic effect. “Seems to me like Y/n might have a little crush on you.”
“On me? She couldn’t possi- oh~” he comes to the realization mid sentence. “What is Anton gonna do with this new found information?” Sungchan begins to speak in his version of a British accent.
“There’s nothing I can do, She won’t talk to me. It’s been weeks.” Anton looks up to sungchan.
“If there is a will. There will be a way.” Sungchan speaks with his finger in the air as if he was some inspirational character from a children's book. “Okay…” Anton mutters.
“Sungchan says! We shall make it rain.”
“Make it rain?” Anton questions
“Make it rain.” Sungchan heroically yells.
“Make it rain?” Anton asks again.
Since summer was coming down to an end, you figured there was no other time to start packing but now. The first thing you decided to start with was the abundance of posters on your walls. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. Maybe you needed a little change in your life, and growing up wasn’t all that bad.
“I never thought I’d see this room all packed up.” Eunseok says as he walks through your bedroom door.
“I haven’t even started yet.” You laugh.
“You start school in a few weeks. How do you feel?”
“I’m actually kind of excited, maybe it’s time for me to make new friends.”
“Are you at least gonna talk to him before you go?”
“He’ll be fine, he has someone to keep him company.” you don’t even take the time to look at your brother when you speak. Focusing on carefully taking down your wall art without ripping any of them.
“I’m sure he’d still like to talk to you.”
“I don’t care.’ You say bluntly.
“Maybe you should.” You only turn to look at him when he’s gone. Leaving you alone with nothing but your crowded walls and crowded thoughts to match. Going away for college meant you might not ever talk to Anton again. Well, you were probably gonna see him around campus or something, sure. But you won’t be friends like you used to. He’ll go off to build his new group of people and so will you.
Maybe this friendship wasn’t so strong after all.
The splashing water against your window is enough to pull you out of your thoughts. You guess that it’s rain at first, so you open your window to observe the sky but see that it’s completely bright and clear.
“What the heck?” You say aloud to yourself trying to observe where the sprinkles of water were coming from.
Then you see Anton standing right below you, drenched in water and Sungchan holding the water hose from the bushes. “These idiots.” You mutter under your breath.
“Y/n someone's here for you.” Eunseok yells from the stairs. Making sure to leave out Anton’s name because he knew you wouldn’t leave your room if he did mention him.
Anton doesn’t give you the chance to speak before he starts to recite the note he had in his hands. The note was just as wet as he was and the ink had already begun washing off the paper, but he continued to read anyways.
“I. am. Very. sorry. For-” not caring to hear the rest of what he has to say you snatch the damped paper out of his hand and rip it up in front of him. Then throwing the pieces back in his face before you slam the door and leave him to talk to himself.
“I didn’t need that.” He murmurs through the barrier between you two.
“Remember you pinky promised me that we’d always be friends. You can’t break it now, we never break our pinky promises.” He speaks on the other side of the door since you weren’t gonna speak to him face to face.
“For the love of god Anton, go away-” You yell at him when you open your front door, and within a blink of an eye his lips are on yours and his hands are on each side of your face. He’d pulled you far enough out of your house to get drenched in the water that Sungchan was spraying.
You break the kiss first, with a harsh slap on his cheek. “Why did you do that?” You shout.
“That’s what they do in the movies whenever they confess their feelings. I thought it would work.” he explains, holding his cheek,
“You like me?”
“Am i gonna get slapped again if I say yes?”
You don’t have anything else to say, so you pull him down to you by the collar of his shirt and kiss him once again. Before whispering “I like you too.” against his lips
“So you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“I still haven’t gotten a cake yet.” is your response to his question, but you both knew that you were far from mad at him.
You guys shared over 234 pinky promises in the time span that you had been friends. And all of them remained unbroken, except for one.
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𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞
▪︎ Pairings: Anton x Fem!Reader | Sungchan x Fem!Reader
▪︎ Synopsis: Using the Campus weirdo to get back at your boyfriend probably wasn't the best idea.
▪︎ Warnings: Language, ToxicRelationship, Possessiveness, Obsession, Cheating, Under the table shenanigans, Smut (+18) Minors Dni, Dub/CON, Dark Fic, Rough Sex, Perv!Anton, Degradation Kink, Slight!Incel!Anton, Madonna/Whore Complex, Slapping, Grinding, Premature Ejaculation, Ownership Kink, Please proceed with caution
A/N: One moment I'm listening to 'Riot' by Summer Walker, and the next, this exists. Hell is empty.
Playlist when writing
Two things occur when Anton finds himself stealing intermittent glances at you over the black rims of his glasses. He realises that one: You are squirming in your seat, not from discomfort because of the October chill drifting to the lecture hall, but because he is doing something to you.
Anton holds his breath as he leans slightly back in his seat, delving deeper into the shadowy corner of the room as he steals a gaze down at his neighboring seat, more specifically, your lap under the desk.
Anton’s breath fumbles when he notices a hand, that clearly did not belong to you, being suffocated by your soft and exposed thighs. Sungchan, who sat on the opposite side of you, remained utterly unfazed while you continued your squirming.
The rest of the student body seem completely... oblivious to the lechery happening right under their noses. Even Anton begins to doubt his own existence. Whether he really hears the sweet and soft "Fuck," that escapes your lips in a small moan.
Is Anton truly that invisible that you and Sungchan just did not give a fuck about the fact that he was seated on the other side of you?
Whatever the case may, or may not be, Anton finds himself unable to think of anything outside of feigning nonchalance while he tried to steal sideways glances as your boyfriend fucking wrecking you in the middle of a lesson.
Anton had only his imagination and the pretty noises that escapes your lips intermittently as material.
"Please,"
His ears peak up at the sound, and Anton's fists curl in his lap at the desperation peppered in your voice. In his periphery, your head is craned up at Sungchan on the other side of you. Anton pictures your eyes wide with as you made a mess all over Sungchan's fingers.
You're pressing up against your boyfriend's side, your pretty little whining and whimpering being drowned out by the Professor's presentation.
"Please," you breathe softly, "I'll be good next time, I promise-"
Anton can not possibly hear what Sungchan has to say from this distance, but it succeeds in pushing your hips forward under the desk.
Anton not only feels the incredible need to cum in his sweats... untouched, but he also feels red hot anger at Sungchan for denying you something you clearly wanted so badly. Anton immediately thinks that if you were his, he would never purposely punish you like this.
If he ever had to punish you, it would be because you deserved it and it would be fair. He could never keep you from cumming because he craves to see you break for him.
Anton is compelled by his fury to push his own hand under the desk until he's rubbing his hard-on with 3 quick swipes before he stops, in fear of actually cumming in his pants in class. Poor Anton was left to shift uncomfortably in his seat until the end of a lesson.
Meanwhile you were sharing your sweet nothings with Sungchan- the endlessly charming, endlessly talented golden boy athlete. There was no reward at the end of your denial, however.
He watched you two part with a kiss, Sungchan dragging you in by the small of your hip while your arms splayed over his bowed neck. The excitement at having you away from your boyfriend brings him to his second realisation: he is following you, quite aimlessly, to the east side of campus.
This is a shadowy, forgotten place buried under a perpetual blanket of dew and autumn leaves. A place for illicit affairs to blossom under the awning of the campus willow tree. A place of open captivity for couples to safely act out their public sex fantasies by rolling around in tall grass surrounding the lake. Anton, evidently, has no business following you here. His fist clenches at his sides as that nauseating, fucking annoying feeling begins to simmer in his lower abdomen. A feeling beyond the lust that he always felt when your body was near. A more complicated, less simple feeling: strong unchallenged longing.
You encapsulate everything he has come to abhor about Academia. The modesty that befalls your bowed head when the professor praise you. The grace with which you accept your criticism and grammatical errors, nodding slowly to the feedback from your professor while clenching your Lit essay like a bomb on the verge of detonating. He hated how easily it all seemed to come to you… how quietly you moved through the academic year, haunting the mahogany hallways like an apparition of constant ennui.
He cannot find any valid excuse for this atomic interest in you, although Anton finds himself quite comfortable chalking it all up to boredom. All his papers that are due have been handed in and the papers that are not due are quickly approaching the same fate. There is nothing left for him to do, besides stand behind the willow tree and watch.
You stop at the banks of the horseshoe lake. He watches, again in vexing interest as you peer down at your phone before your shoulders deflate infinitesimally and you're discarding your phone to dry, brown grass.
It is not difficult to guess that not all was well within your relationship. You were everything Anton could ever need, but his roommate was a different case. Sungchan had a wandering eye.
Anton may not be very athletic but his ocular muscles work just fine, thank you very much.
Soon, you're kicking off your shiny horsebit loafers and undoing the sideways buttons of your pleated skirt. You're quite literally undressing in front of him, letting every piece of invasive clothing fall into the tall grass like the Venus painting by Boticelli… or was it Picasso?
Anton doesn't really care because you're naked now, and you don't know he's there. To any outsider, you're nothing special. You have a perfectly average body tied to a perfectly average girl… but why pray tell, is his cock stirring in the confines of his pants?
Guilt is not a thing Anton feels when he pushes his hands into his pants with his back pressed to the tree.
“Fuck-” He whispers, eyes zeroing in on the swell of your breasts.
He briefly entertains the fantasy of bending you over and fucking you from behind on the dry banks of the stranded lake but even that proves to be too much. Soon, he's emptying himself into his hand and you haven't even taken your panties off yet.
So clouded, is his mind by vast, episodic thoughts of fucking you and hurting you and making you scream, that your voice, now significantly closer, has him gasping and opening his previously clenched eyes. He shifts those wide eyes from the banks of the river, where you initially were, to where you now stand a few footsteps apart. Still naked, although your arms are crossed in front of your ample chest.
"How long have you been standing here?" The question is devoid of any hysteria, Anton notes. This eases him significantly until he's monotonously and honestly responding.
"Since you arrived."
"You followed me here?" The first sliver of emotion creeps into your voice, but Anton's eyes lower to your ample chest. With your arms still crossed, your nipples are mushed against them, revealing only a sliver of your areola, which is enough to have him hissing infinitesimally as he rolls his head back.
"Did you even hear what I said?" You ask, having yet to unfold your arms. Anton only shakes his head as his tortured eyes zero in on those pretty fucking tits once more. It's like you were teasing him unknowingly and it made his cock ache in a viscious amalgamation of pain and pleasure.
"I could call the cops," you hiss, still standing naked in front of him, "I should call the cops,"
"Are you telling me or asking me?" He grits out too through his teeth, "Either way you're not gonna be able to cum until that boyfriend of yours let's you."
You freeze then, and he knows he has you. Finding a window of opportunity in your uncertainty, Anton begins to prowl closer. Your alarm bells are ringing loud in your ears, but your feet are planted firmly in the soil as you crane your neck back. His shadow descends as he towers over you. Not taller than Sungchan, but still so incredibly tall.
While Sungchan wore his intimidation on his sleeve, it presented itself very differently in Anton. It sleeps. It sneaks up on you. It draws you in. Up until this very moment, Anton had been nothing but a non-threatning face in your Psych lecture. But you're looking up at him now with stark and raw fear coursing through your veins.
"I know," he says, in a light, almost effeminate voice. "I saw you."
Anton brings a large hand up to push down on your arms until they were swinging to your sides as he casually, almost hypnotically adds, "You're a slut, aren't you?"
You're not sure if you're nodding because his other hand is on the side of your head, fingers splaying over your entire profile. "A fucking pretty little slut," He nods to himself, black eyes glassy, "That's all you are-"
"Fuck," you squeak out, and the sound brings Anton immediately back to the events not so long ago. If his eyes could get blacker, they most certainly would.
"I knew it," he whispers before bending his tall frame down to attack you in a sloppy, ravishing kiss. Anton is pushing you against the tree the very same time his tongue forces itself into your mouth. It is invasive, and rough and he clearly gets off on meshing your tongues together because he's grinding his hard length against your thigh.
"Fuck, I'm gonna fuck you now," He exclaims, the loudest you've ever heard him as he trues to catch his voice. "You want me to fuck you. You want me to fuck you so bad, yeah?"
You're equal parts not present because of the brash turn of events. While your mind races for solutions as to how the fuck you got here, you're immediately brought back by a harsh, stinging slap.
Pain blossoms on the side of your cheek as your hands fly to cradle it.
"Answer me." He says calmly, as if his giant hand hadn't been used to cause actual harm across your face. Despite the tears instincively welling in your eyes from the impact, you don't find yourself put off. In fact, you don't find yourself pulling away from Anton at all.
"I want you to fuck me, Anton," you say carefully, never taking your eyes off him. Big doe eyes stare up at Anton until his resolves melt in a puddle, "I need your cock inside of me-"
"Fuck- oh God," he's whimpering before crowidng you against the tree. He's lifting your leg to hook onto his hips as sloppily draws his cock out of his sweats. The surprise you felt at yourself for being so willing, bled into shock as you stared down at Anton's hand stroking his cock. More specifically, the sheer size of it.
"You expect that to fit inside me?" You ask, only causing his cock to twitch in his hand. Anton brings another hand up to your neck, effectively pinning you against the tree as he says, "There's no getting out of this now," before he's forcing the swollen head of his cock into your weeping hole.
"Anton!- fuck!" His hips are already relentless as he fights to push himself all the way in with horny, shallow thrusts.
"All of it," he whimpers through clenched teeth, "I know you can take all of it, you fucking slut," his words have you moaning into the quiet air as a wave of wetness soaks his cock, effectively allowing him to slide all the way in. Anton is in complete shock as he watches his dick disappear inside of you. His ears perk at the pretty noises leaving your open mouth with every rough, thrust. He's rutting against you, his pelvis brushing over your clit and letting you see absolute stars.
"Mine," he whispers, "You're mine, aren't you?"
Completey aware that Anton could and would hurt you again if you refused to answer him, you pried your lips open, letting your affirmations wash over him like holy water. "Yours- fuck- ah! I'm yours, Ant-"
"Oh-fuck," he doesn't know if it's the sound of the nickname leaving your lips so naturally or the way you're clenching around him that has Anton spilling inside of you. Full. Your pussy is completely and utterly full of a steady stream of cum, that seems unending. The sensation allows you to slip into your own orgasm, made strikingly more powerful from your earlier denial and current satisfaction. You see stars and Anton only sees you, his beautiful girl that he got to please under a willow tree.
"F-Fuck," you exhale, still recovering from visious aftershocks.
"We didn't use a condom," his voice is back to being light, and airy fairy.
"Sorry?" You say.
"We didn't use a condom."
You look down at yourself at the cum seeping down your throat. Anton is still inside you, seemingly not wanting to move away even an inch. "Oh," you say, "Yeah."
"Does this mean you'll get pregnant?" The Innocence in his voice cannot mask the Pandora's box threatening under the surface. He's looking down at you with Bambi eyes. Eyes that shift and shape.
What have you done?
He doesn't love you and you're s lut for him
You'd rather I be a slut for you
Fuck-
He cannot help it, he slaps himself like an idiot in that moment
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need him so bad like i actually need to slobber on it 🙏🏻 i just know he fucks your mouth without meaning to bcs he gets lost in how good it feels,,,,
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
genre; fluffier than a blanket mermaid!reader x anton
warnings; literally so cute it will make you blush and kick your feet
anton hardly ever kept secrets, he was far too nervous half the time to really pull off any lies but this? this was his biggest lie ever. with exams coming up and stress from his competitions anton found himself an absolute wreck, tossing and turning in his sheets unable to get a decent nights rest. so he did what any normal teenage kid would do, he snuck out and went to the beach to get some fresh air and relax in the ocean.
the feeling on his skin cooled his head, he could spend hours and hours in the water if given the chance. the sounds of the waves allowing him to think more clearly, god the ocean was just where he needed to be.
a brush against his leg was nothing unusual, despite knowing it was seaweed something in his gut made his hair stand up a bit. but anton wasn’t swimming around in the dark just to be scared so he moved around and tried to let it go, that is until it happened again.
before he could even get scared something that felt like a hand grabbed him and pulled him under the waves by his ankle, adrenaline running through his veins he was scared to open his eyes but faced his fears and did so. and there you were, the most beautiful thing anton had ever seen. mermaids were only but a myth weren’t they? then why was anton seeing one with his own eyes? you were gorgeous, the hair framing your face was just right and your wide eyes staring deep into his own. your features were perfect and the tail you sported was the prettiest color a human could even imagine.
you swam closer, holding his face and making observations. anton had never felt so nervous, more nervous than anytime he’d ever lied. were you going to eat him alive? sacrifice him for legs? drown him? this feeling in his stomach was a mix of worry and admiration.
grabbing him by the arms you pulled the both of you above the water, taking a deep breath anton found he was below the surface longer than he realized.
“…hel…lo?”
“…hi”
you gasped at him, he spoke!
“you!… speak!”
“yes” he let out an airy laugh “do you?”
you nodded your head enthusiastically, a large smile on your gorgeous surreal face. he found it cute and smiled along at your adorable behavior.
“come!”
you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him under, swimming along for a good few minutes before bringing him up again inside a small cave. he thanked his years of swimming that he was able to hold his breath for as long as you swam.
he found you to be more fluent in language than he would’ve ever believed and you found the same of him, that night you spent hours talking about life and all that it entailed. throughout the tireless hours you grew fond of him and made him promise to visit you in his sleepless nights, and that’s how anton spent most of his nights. in your arms in the warm cave you two call home.
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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.⋆｡ “i wish…”: anton lee x m!reader
imagine- angst(250)
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the outside lights flooded through the curtains of your best friend’s room. he was finally back in town and you were excited to see him again. you both had spent the day together and were now in his room just talking on his bed in the dim lighting from the outside suburbs. sometimes cars would pass a little too loud, the occasional dog bark, sometimes the curtains would sway a little bit back and forth due to the summer breeze.
“do you remember when you got that horrible sunburn? after the swim event we had?” your voice was hushed as you tried not to laugh.
anton groaned and covered his face, remembering, “yeah… dude it was terrible..!” he lightly smacked you with your pillow and you covered your mouth to laugh. anton turned away from you and you looked at him.
“my hands smelled like aloe vera for like a month because you made me put it on your back!” you said quickly, your eyes studying how much his face had changed. his hair had changed too. he looked so ethereal to you. feelings bubbling up in your again, feelings that battled between love and guilt.
anton started laughing now not aware of the constant battle in your head, a sound you had missed for years, one that quieted the battle- it wasn’t the same over the phone…, “i remember your girlfriend at the time was so mad too…”
your heart dropped a bit when he mentioned her. you really hoped the conversation about her was going to end when you absentmindedly replied with a yeah.
“what ever happened to her?” anton asked, turning to you. you looked at him, not knowing what to say. you swallowed hard and looked up at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“grew apart.” you said softly, “didn’t really like her anymore i guess- i don’t know…”
you weren’t a bad boyfriend to her, you were great to her and anyone could sense that. always accommodating, standing up for her, every girl wanted you as their boyfriend.
the issue was-
you didn’t want to be the boyfriend to a girl
“really?” you felt anton sit up and you turned your head to look at him again, you scanned his face. you wanted to tell him. you wished you could tell him, but you run the risk of him connecting the dots.
“yeah.” you said simply and looked up again.
anton laid back down and copied you, “i thought you were going to marry her or something.” a few chuckles escaped him, “hell if i was your girlfriend i would’ve married you asap.”
your heart sank to your ass, you were going to try to play it off, “you’d be a terrible girlfriend.”
anton laughed again, this time his laugh wasn’t silencing the battle in your head, it was making it worse, running a hand through his hair, “you’re probably right.”
“i’d be a better girlfriend.” you joked again, small breathy laughs leaving your mouth.
anton hummed, “sometimes i wish you were a girl.”
your whole body felt like it had been thrown off a building, your mouth running quicker than your mind, “why’s that?”
you didn’t want to know the answer- you don’t know why your mouth was running to get that stupid question answered.
“well you’re my best friend,” anton turned to you, smiling, unknowingly breaking your heart- shattering it and spitting on it, “if you were a girl, i’d marry you.”
you looked away from him again, faking a smile, faking a laugh, “you’re so stupid…”
eventually the topic changed, but the weight of your emotions didn’t.
the sentence replayed in your head when he left to go back to korea for work.
it would replay in your head everytime he’d call you when he wasn’t busy
and it would replay even when he wasn’t around
it would always replay
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Date Ideas with the RIIZE Members
Remember, this is a tarot reading for entertainment purposes only.
♡ Osaki Shotaro ♡
Cards: the star, the chariot, and the temperance.
Shotaro seems to crave a date filled with wonder and inspiration. He might enjoy a date that sparks creativity and conversation.
A sense of adventure is also important to Shotaro. A date that involves a fun activity, like a 2 days and 1-night trip or a visit to an amusement park, could be ideal.
Balance and harmony are key for Shotaro. A date that allows for both conversation and shared experiences would be enjoyable.
Examples: Visit to the museum, art gallery, amusement park, picnic in the park, wine tasting, clothing store hopping, vintage stores visit, spontaneous road trip, 2 days and 1-night trip, painting or pottery class.
♡ Song Eunseok ♡
Cards: the lovers, knights of wands, and the hermit.
Ironically, he is a romantic person at heart. Despite his calm and stoic appearance with a blend of mischief. I was surprised Eunseok is a sweetheart.
Deep connection and emotional intimacy seem crucial for Eunseok. A quiet café with a selection of board games is something he would like. Playing games can be a fun way to break the ice and lead to conversation, while still offering a comfortable, low-key atmosphere for an introvert like Eunseok.
A spark of passion is also important. Eunseok might enjoy a date with a touch of spontaneity, like attending a live music event or trying a new activity together such as going to a comedy show together.
After all, he's still an introvert at heart. There's a desire for meaningful conversation and introspection. Coffee shop dates or quiet walks on the beach or park might be ideal for Eunseok.
Examples: Visiting a café with a theme, watching a live music performance, a stand-up comedy show, coffee shop hopping, walking in the park while holding hands, going to a speakeasy bar, sleepover date, or a comfortable night in while watching a movie.
♡ Jung Sungchan ♡
Cards: queen of cups, the sun, and the strength.
Sungchan values emotional connection. A deep conversation over coffee, attending a poetry reading, or even creating a piece of art together could be perfect. He wants to connect with someone on a deeper level and share meaningful experiences.
Sungchan seems to crave joy and lightheartedness. A fun day at the beach, playing beach volleyball or building sandcastles, could be a perfect date for him.
He might also enjoy a date that involves a bit of a challenge. A couples' escape room or a playful board game night could spark his competitive spirit and allow him to showcase his strength (both literal and metaphorical).
Examples: couple dance class, candle-lit dinner, couple nights in and cooking together, DIY project like making a piece of jewellery for each other, poetry reading, paintball date or rock climbing.
♡ Park Wonbin ♡
Cards: the devil, eight of cups, and the moon.
In the context of dates, Wonbin might be seeking something new and different. He might be over the typical dinner-and-a-movie routine and crave experiences that spark his curiosity and imagination. Imagine going clothes shopping with him and then going to a cute café after.
On a date, it could suggest Wonbin might enjoy a bit of sensuality or excitement. Somewhere private, intimate, and thought-provoking. A place where he can be closer to you, touch you, and where you both lean in towards each other. (OK THAT'S ENOUGH).
Wonbin might also enjoy a date that is unpredictable in flow or holds a sense of mystery and it stimulates his imagination. Though he might dislike it, I imagine Wonbin willingly do a tarot card reading with his partner (you) while he complains and says "This is BS". But it's the intrigue that will make him stay till the end.
Examples: omakase, underground bar & lounge, watching a band live performance, bonfire, glamping, bowling, buying clothes for each other, vinyl listening café or watching a gig of an underground band.
♡ Hong Seunghan ♡
Cards: seven of swords, three of wands, and knight of pentacles.
Oh, our silly and goofy Seunghan who we all know is an introvert but is louder than his members.
Seunghan might enjoy dates that involve a bit of mental challenge. Playing a strategic board game, doing a trivia night, or even trying to escape an escape room together could be fun options.
Dates that allow Seunghan to learn something new or showcase his skills could be enjoyable for him too. You both can sign up for a beginner's dance class, like salsa, swing, or hip-hop. The structured lessons provide a fun way to learn something new together, while also getting some exercise and letting loose. You can laugh at each other's missteps and celebrate your progress.
After all, he is an introvert. Although I see him enjoying outdoor activities. I also think he would prefer indoor more. Activities like build a blanket fort & movie marathon would make him feel all warm and cozed up. It also allows him to feel comfortable.
Examples: board game, assembling Lego, baking together, build a furniture together, dance class, escape room, amusement park, night out with his friends, or a movie marathon.
♡ Lee Sohee ♡
Cards: the high priestess, ten of cups, and queen of wands.
Sohee seems like someone who craves a deeper connection on dates. He might be more interested in creating a space for emotional intimacy rather than just a fun night out. Skip the loud bar scene and opt for a cozy cafe or a scenic walk where you can have a genuine conversation. Ask thoughtful questions, share your passions and vulnerabilities, and create a space for true connection.
Sohee seems like someone who values creating a genuine bond and sharing a special experience with his date.
Sohee might enjoy a date that allows him to express her creativity or take charge. Give Sohee an opportunity to showcase his adventurous spirit or unique interests. Maybe he's been wanting to try a new restaurant with a specific cuisine, or perhaps there's a hidden gem in the city he's been dying to explore. Let him suggest the activity and enjoy seeing his enthusiasm unfold.
Example: street food hunting, bobba date, grocery shopping date, farmers market stroll, food festival, or night drive.
♡ Lee Chanyoung (Anton) ♡
Cards: knight of cups. queen of wands, and five of swords.
Anton might enjoy a date that involves romance and artistic expression. Taking a painting class together, creating side-by-side and enjoying the creative process in each other's company is something he would like.
Anton's easy because I know he was hanging out with SM Rookie Shohei often and they went to museums. So a an art museum or art exhibition is something he would like.
Anton strikes you as someone who thrives on excitement and enjoys taking the lead. A date that allows him to showcase his confidence and adventurous spirit would likely be a winner in his book. Think activities that get the adrenaline pumping! Maybe a rock climbing session where he can show off his athleticism.
Anton seems like the kind of guy who would thrive on a date that's fun, flirty, and full of lively conversation. Anton might appreciate someone who can keep up with his banter. Engaging in witty conversation shows you're quick on your feet and can hold his interest.
Examples: art museum, art exhibition. hiking, café hopping, early morning jog, catching the sunrise or sunset date, record player shopping, or library date.
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𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻.
'⁀➷ pairing :: anton lee x gn!reader
'⁀➷ genre :: angst
'⁀➷ summary :: you thought that you and your best friend's relationship was more than silly movie marathons, video calls, and gaming sessions, it was a stupid thought, you will always be more than a friend, but less than a lover to him.
'⁀➷ notes :: first fic in a few months! sorry if i chose angst insteadof fluff, 3/5 of the fics in progress are angst LMAO. well, i hope you enjoy reading this fic! took like about an hour and a half on this? i have school tomorrow i should've done my homework but whatever :)
'⁀➷ word count :: 1155
You saw a glimpse of sunlight sneaking through your close curtain from your window, then you realized, you once again cried yourself to sleep again thinking of Anton Lee, the man of your dreams. No, nightmares, being with him every single day and having to contain those stupid butterflies in your stomach every time you eat, play, and hang out with him makes it so frustrating. Why was he like this? Did the gods from above have a grudge against you to send someone like him? Whatever it was, you hated it. You couldn't wait to go home from school after 9 horrifying and lovestruck hours seeing and being with him. You didn't even know why you were so excited to go home, it was worse! Maybe it was the fact you didn't have to see his frustrating but so damn cute smile of his, or you didn't have to see hundreds of girls try and give him letters and chocolates of their own. You didn't care anyways, right? Your relationship would never budge out of the middle between friends and lovers.
As you got ready for school, you thought to yourself, "Just a few more months until we part ways right? I wouldn't have to deal with this cycle again and again?" but you were oh so wrong, the fact that the both of you would part ways for college made your life excruciating. "Whatever", you thought to yourself, "I'll just cherish these last few months with him, i guess!". You got yourself together, said goodbye to your parents, and went outside to see Anton, waiting outside for you. "It's 6:30 in the morning, did this cycle really have to start now?", you told your mind.
"What are you doing here Anton? It's so early and you're like almost always late for school? Is this even the real you? I'm surprised", you told the boy. "You told me you needed help studying for the math test we had? I heard from Hanni that it was 80 items, gosh i hate math.", he replied. "Oh, Hanni. I heard she likes you? It's pretty obvious that she likes you, I mean, she always wants to partner up with you and gives you snacks! The both of you would be good for each other!", you say with regret, why would you say that? It just lessened your chance to be with him, but its not like you had one to begin with. "You are right, but I'm not interested in anyone right now, all I care about is getting my grades up and trying my best to get into Yonsei! It's one of the best universities here in Korea!" , he followed. He really was perfect, caring, handsome, loving, and cares about his grades. No wonder hundreds of girls fell for him, you included. "Well, with how you're doing currently, you'll get in, in no time! Let's go now! We have a math test to review for!", you told him before the both of you walk to school.
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While on the way to school, Anton asked " What university are you thinking of enrolling in, y/n? You could try out for Yonsei as well! I know we'll both ace the entrance exams!", he said followed by a smile, the smile you hated but loved at the same time. "I could, but I'm thinking of going abroad? I feel like I could show more of my capabilities and talents overseas!" you responded. "I'm proud for you, y/n! I'm glad you're becoming better and better every single day!" Anton complimented, you smiled at him and before you know it, the two of you are already at the gates of the school and head for the school's library.
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-time skip to after the exams-
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"That test was actually pretty easy! Don't you think Anton?", you asked him, "It was! I was surprised by how most of the things we reviewed for was actually there, haha!", he says happily. "It's lunch time, right? Let's head to the rooftop? I heard that since it's spring, the trees look absolutely stunning all the way up there!", you invite the boy to which he agrees. On the way up, Hanni bumps into you both, "Oh! Hi Anton, I was just looking for you, and hi y/n!", the girl says, to which the both of you smile and greet her as well but you knew damn well Hanni only looked for the both of you, for Anton. "I was just with Jiwoo and she told me to give this to you!" she announces and gives Anton a heart-shaped box with cookies inside and a letter on top. Hanni says her farewells to the both of you and you reach the rooftop and Anton decides to read the letter. "It was just another confession, I don't know why they won't stop! I already said again and again that I'm a study first type of guy. They just don't get it." the boy speaks, "But the cookies are good, here get some!", the boy adds. The both of you laugh and go back to the classroom just before the bell ran.
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-time skip again to after classes-
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Anton decided to walk you home after classes ended, and god did you hate it. You were fine being with him during the day but being with him after classes? You agreed, of course, I mean, what type of bestfriend would you be if you didn't? One the way home, Anton told you, "You know, I really see you more as a friend, you're just that someone I wouldn't mind being with, even if I didn't want to.", you tried your best to hide your blushing face by pretending to look for something in your bag, thankfully it worked. "Same! You're so kind and caring, it's almost hard to hate you if we were enemies." you reply, you hoped the thing you wished for was happening, but you knew that it wouldn't happen, "You're like, the bestest of all bestfriends in the entire world!" the boy tells you, with you saying you feel the same way with the same regretful feeling you felt earlier in the morning coming back again to torment you. You both reached your house and Anton said goodbye to you, you walked in your house feeling like a fool, you fooled yourself into thinking he'd feel the same way as you did. How stupid you were. You got ready to do your homework right after you got home, oh wait, you didn't, you went straight upstairs as you feel tears rolling down your eyes, you inevitably fell down to your bed as another crying session begins, was this your 4th or 5th one? Whatever, all your mind focused on was that you and Anton's relationship will always be glued in the middle, after all, the both of you were more than friends, but less than lovers.
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