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Idol: Jeonghwa/Junghwa (EXID)

Prompt: Hi. I've had a scenario in mind for a while now, so I'm glad the requests are open (I love you guys btw): marchingband!reader and cheerleader Jeonghwa (EXID). Something a bit angsty but with a happy end and, if you don't mind, some implied smut at the end.

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I’ll be spelling her name as Jeonghwa throughout the story, just as a heads up since people tend to spell her name both ways. Also, this brings back memories of band, when I used to be first seat and now I can’t even play my clarinet-. (And disclaimer: I’ve never been to a football game so uh. This probably isn’t accurate.) Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, underage drinking, smoking and partying. Implied smut.

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The first time you saw her, it was a hot, muggy day and you were standing on the field, sweating in your band uniform as everyone got into formation to practice. The heat was dizzying, and you could feel yourself spacing out, staring across the field as the band director said something probably important through his megaphone. As your eyes moved across the field, they landed on something bright, flashy, and sparkling over your school colors: the cheerleaders.

Specifically, the cheerleader in the middle, her dark hair curled and pulled up into a high ponytail, uniform glittering in the strong sunlight and smiling despite the unbearable temperatures. In fact, she looked like she wasn’t even bothered by the sun, not a drop of sweat on her face as she bounced on her toes, arms stretched over her head. You were staring, and you knew you were staring, but you couldn’t stop, watching as she leaned over to grab her sparkly pompoms, giving you view of her perfectly toned body.

“Alright, let’s go!” Your band director’s voice shocked you out of your daze and you quickly fumbled for your instrument, starting a beat later than the person beside you. They shot you a glare, but you pretended not to notice as you tried to keep your eyes on the director and not on the cheerleader on the sidelines.

But she kept drawing your eyes back, and as you tried not to boil alive in the giant layers of your marching band uniform, you watched them throw her into the air. Her hair glittered as the sun framed her face, and in your heat-induced delirium, you wondered it she was actually an angel on earth.

“Yo, (Y/N), you’re staring.” You blinked a couple times before turning to look at your friend Hyerin beside you.

“What?”

“You’re staring at the cheerleaders and it’s obvious.” She sounded bored as she flipped the page in her book, and you swallowed, glancing back at the table across the library. Of course you’d been staring, the cheerleaders were being loud, all crowded in the opposite corner around a table much too small for them. You doubted they were there to read.

“I just wish they’d stop being loud.”

“Sure, keep pretending like you weren’t staring at Jeonghwa’s pretty face,” Hyerin said, making you flush immediately and turn to glare at her.

“I was not.”

“I’ve seen the way you stare at her during practices. You know, I could introduce-.”

“No! No. It’s fine. She just has cool hair, that’s all.” You knew your face was on fire and you tried to hide behind the thick book in front of you, embarrassed that your best friend had seen right through you.

“Her hair must be really cool to make you mess up during practice whenever she bends over.”

“Shut UP. That has nothing to do with it.”

“Keep telling yourself that, maybe you’ll start to believe it yourself.”

You were putting away your instrument when you heard a commotion coming from the side of the field where the cheerleaders were practicing. You weren’t the only one, apparently, because everyone looked up, glancing at the side of the field. There seemed to be some sort of argument happening, and you shuddered, quickly looking back down at your instrument case. Fights were not your thing, and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Looks like your angel Jeonghwa is about to fight,” Hyerin said like it was nothing, making you hiss and kick at her as the two of you stood up.

“Can you not say it like that? Plus, it’s normal for popular girls to get into fights. Let’s just go before they start throwing things.”

The two of you had to walk right past the cheerleaders to get back, though, and as you got closer to them, you could start to hear what they were saying.

“I’m telling you, the throw and spin is too dangerous!”

“You can do it, Jeonghwa!”

“I know I can do it, but Yoojung couldn’t and now her ankle is hurt! I’m not supposed to be center the whole time and now with Yoojung hurt I think we should just take the move out of the second half!”

“So you want to just throw away everything I’ve choreographed.”

“I’m not saying everything, if you ever listened to me, you’d understand that I’m saying that we should just do a throw in the second half.”

“It won’t look as good.”

“So you’d rather your own teammates get hurt than let your own ego down.”

You swallowed and looked at the ground, not really understanding too much of the conversation other than that Jeonghwa was arguing with who looked like the captain, or whatever the cheerleaders called their leader. She was arguing against her teammates getting hurt (which honestly made her more of an angel in your eyes) but it was still a little bit scary and you wanted to just get out of there before-.

“Hey, Hyerin! You and your friend, come over here,” Jeonghwa called, and you winced, knowing that she meant you. Hyerin, like she didn’t know how intimidated you were, grabbed your arm and pulled you over.

“What’s up? What are you arguing about now?”

“They have nothing to do with this, they’re band kids,” the leader-girl said, putting her hands on her hips, but Jeonghwa just ignored her.

“Would you guys endanger your own teammates in order to make the performance look better?”

“No,” Hyerin said immediately, and you looked up at her, surprised at how easily she talked to Jeonghwa. “You know me, I stopped doing cheerleading because I couldn’t stand seeing people hurt at the orders of a dumb leader. Band kids don’t get hurt as much, and if we do, it’s mostly our own fault.”

“Thank you.” Jeonghwa was smug as she turned to you, raising her eyebrows, and you felt your heartbeat spike. She was even more beautiful up-close. “And you? What’s your name?”

“Oh, um, I’m (Y/N).”

“Okay, (Y/N), would you let your teammates get hurt?”

“No?” It came out more as a question because you were much more intimidated by the cheer captain-leader-person than Hyerin seemed to be, but Jeonghwa looked happy anyway.

“I rest my case. Endangering the girls is irresponsible of you as a leader and if you don’t change the throw and spin into just a throw I’ll be going to Ms. Bae Yoon Jung to complain.” At the mention of the terrifying teacher, the leader-girl turned white and shut her mouth, but you could tell she was seething, and you stepped back just in case. “Thanks Hyerin, (Y/N). Sorry to bother you guys, you can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing.” She gave the two of you a smile and your heart jumped up into your throat, but you managed to awkwardly smile back as Hyerin again took your arm and led you away.

It wasn’t until the two of you were off the field and almost back inside the school when something clicked inside your head and you turned to stare at Hyerin. “Wait, how do you know Jeonghwa? You were a cheerleader? Why didn’t I know about any of this?”

She shrugged, looking down at her instrument. “Jeonghwa and I have been friends since we were little, I guess I just forgot to mention it. And I didn’t like being a cheerleader, so I don’t talk about it.” She sounded like she was telling the truth, a little bit of distance in her voice, so you dropped it. Still, you couldn’t get the image of Jeonghwa smiling and saying your name out of your head for the rest of the day, the scene from earlier replaying over and over in your mind.

“Hey, Hyerin, (Y/N), thanks for backing me up yesterday.” Jeonghwa’s voice startled you so bad you almost choked on your sandwich, and Hyerin tried her best not to laugh at your reddening face, looking up at Jeonghwa who stood mostly behind you.

“No problem. I forgot that I never introduced you to my friend (Y/N),” Hyerin said, and you wondered if she had a death wish as you took a sip of your water to calm yourself down, hoping that you weren’t too red. “They’re in the marching band with me.”

“It was nice to meet you, (Y/N). Do you guys mind if I sit over here today? The cheerleaders are getting on my nerves right now.”

“Go ahead. It’s okay with you, right (Y/N)?” From the way Hyerin said it, you knew you didn’t have a choice, so you just nodded weakly as Jeonghwa sat down beside you.

“Hey, Jeonghwa’s sitting with the nerds today,” Hani said as she sat down beside Hyerin, grinning at the younger girl. “To what do we owe the occasion?”

“You guys aren’t nerds,” Jeonghwa retorted, grinning and kicking at Hani under the table. “Don’t insult the nerds, Hani.”

“Rude! You are rude, Jeonghwa.” Hani’s voice went up a notch as she argued with the girl beside you, and you glanced between the two of them. It felt weird to have both of them sitting there at the table you and Hyerin usually occupied with the other band kids. Somehow, Jeonghwa being there really made the popular Hani stand out against the rest of you, and you realized how weird it was that Hani sat with you and Hyerin instead of sitting with the other popular girls. It also struck you that you only knew these girls because you happened to be friends with Hyerin. Had the two of you never sat beside each other that first day of band practice, you wouldn’t know any of these girls. And that stung a little.

“Are you gonna go to practice?” Hyerin asked, breaking you out of your thoughts as she slid her water bottle over to Jeonghwa for her to take a sip. “If you skip, you’ll get yelled at.”

“I won’t get yelled at. All the teachers love me. The only person who’ll be upset is our captain Jimin, but she can’t hold a grudge forever.” Jeonghwa’s voice is dismissive as she munches on the hard cafeteria pizza, and you try not to stare at her perfect lips. “Are you?”

“Our band directer is strict, so we all have to go unless we’re dying.”

“That’s exactly why I joined the baking club. We don’t have practices,” Hani said, butting into the conversation like she always did. Jeonghwa said something in return that you didn’t catch as you looked around, realizing that the other band kids were staring. Your cheeks flushed, and you tried not to feel embarrassed, quickly turning back to stare down at your food.

The thing about sitting with three people who have been friends for a long time is that the conversation tends to leave you out. Hani said something that had to be an inside joke, and as everyone laughed, you felt a little sick to your stomach. You didn’t belong here with them. Not right now. There was no way you could contribute to this conversation, and Jeonghwa sitting beside you made you feel a little dizzy.

So you took your tray and slipped out of your seat, heading quietly to the doors. Hyerin sent you a look but let you go, and if the other girls noticed, they didn’t care enough to tell you to stay. Again, you felt sick as you threw away your remaining food and wondered why the universe hated you enough to make you fall for a girl out of your reach.

The next time you saw Jeonghwa, it was in the local ice cream shop. She was with her fellow cheerleaders, wearing their most scandalous uniform with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. You’d seen them practice in that uniform before, but something about seeing it outside of school made your mind jump places that you didn’t want to name, and you blushed as you tried to push those thoughts away, turning back to your friend Soyou as she asked what flavor you wanted.

As the two of you approached the counter, the cheerleaders turned to leave, and your eyes met Jeonghwa’s. For a moment, it seemed like she might say hello, and your heartbeat spiked as you held your breath, but she just turned away like she didn’t even know who you were. As she walked away, you felt your heart crumble to pieces, and you swallowed, trying not to think about it too much. She was a cheerleader, of course she wouldn’t remember a band kid like you.

That didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt, though.

“Hey, (Y/N)? You okay?” Soyou was looking at you, worried, but you just faked a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just fine.”

“(Y/N)?”

You’d just wanted to find a book to read. That was all. But now you were standing in the library in the same isle as Jeonghwa, who smiled with that soft smile you liked so much when she saw you. “That’s your name, right?”

“U-um, yeah. That’s me.” You were confused, to be honest. She couldn’t talk to you outside of school, but the library and the cafeteria were fine? “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I like to read sometimes. When things get too stressful on the squad.” She shrugged her shoulders, and you looked at the small stack of books in her arms. One was probably for a report, as it was a history book, but the other two were fantasy books that you’d read before.

“Those are good choices,” you said, for a lack of anything better to say, throat feeling dry as your palms sweated. What could you say to her? The two of you didn’t have much in common, and she was intimidating to be around.

“Oh, you’ve read them? I’ve heard they’re good.”

“They are. The author is really good at creating characters.”

“Thanks for letting me know.” She smiled and gave you a little wave as she turned away. “Good luck on your next performance! You guys killed it last time!”

As you watched her go, waving back, you wondered why she had to be so complicated. If she was just mean, it would be easy to get over her. But she wasn’t. And that made it impossible not to like her.

The thing about Jeonghwa was that, even as much as you knew you didn’t have a chance, you just couldn’t get her out of your mind. It seemed like everywhere you looked, she was there, laughing with her friends or hugging someone or just being friendly in general to everyone. Everyone except you.

You tried not to think about it, you really did. You tried to bury yourself in your work and your passions like the nerd you were. But it was hard to ignore her when, every time you practiced or played for games, she was there too, looking as gorgeous as always, glowing under the sun. It made it hard to focus, even when you knew you had to keep in line with everyone in order to make a perfect performance. Stress from her rolled into your stress over school and stress over making the perfect performance until it all became one huge ball and you felt like you might burst from the weight of it all. But you had to keep it in, at least until the last game of the season. You couldn’t let anyone else get distracted by your problems, not even Hyerin.

Hyerin had noticed something was off, of course she had, but she didn’t pry. After you told her that you were fine, she dropped the subject, even if she did seem nicer, giving you more space when you needed it but also giving you some of her snacks during lunch or taking you out to have fun after practice. It did distract you, at least for a little while.

Then came the big game.

The big game was the final game of the season. For once, the school’s football team had done well all season, and now they were down to one last game to see if they would keep their winning streak or lose to the rival school. Tensions were at an all time high: the band was required to do an extraordinary performance to try and out-do the other school, the cheerleaders were expected to look and perform their best, and the whole school was on edge, waiting to see how they would do. It made everyone a little bit stressed, and you were no exception.

You sat in your room with Hyerin, sheet music and position maps scattered across the floor. Both of you were tired, but the energy drinks now piled in your trash can had given the two of you the slight energy you needed to continue to get through the extra practice, and now both of you were slightly jittery. As you put away your instrument, Hyerin sighed and fell back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” You bit the top of your pen as you studied the music sheet. “What’s up?”

“There’s something I should have told you a while ago. But I didn’t want to make you more upset or whatever.”

You stilled, too afraid to look at her. “So? What is it?” You forced out, unsure if you even wanted to know.

“Before the fight and everything when you officially met Jeonghwa, she asked me about you.”

“What?!” That was not what you’d been expecting to hear, and you jerked your head up, eyes wide. “Wait, why would this upset me?”

“Well, she asked who you were. She said that she really liked your playing and said that she thought you were cool. But when I told her that she could just talk to you herself, she shook her head and said that she couldn’t. Something about her squad having something against dating band kids or whatever. Said that she didn’t want to cause any trouble, even though I told her that it was bullshit and that she should just, you know, not care what her teammates thought. But she wasn’t sure, and told me not to tell you.” For a moment, she was quiet. “I just thought you should know. Sorry for not telling you sooner.”

You sat still, taking in what your best friend had just told you. You weren’t upset with her for not telling you: that was to be expected, she didn’t want to make things worse and she didn’t want to betray her other friend’s trust. But you didn’t know what to make of Jeonghwa’s reasoning. Was there really some rule against the cheerleaders dating the band? That didn’t make any sense, but you could feel your heart sinking as you looked back down at the music on your floor. It did sound like something the cheerleaders might do.

“I wish I was cool enough to be a cheerleader,” you said quietly, and Hyerin sat up so quick she looked dizzy for a moment before putting her hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eye.

“No. Seriously, cheering on a high school team sucks. I left for a reason.” She looked serious, which wasn’t very common for her, so you stayed quiet. “I think you’re great just the way you are. There isn’t anything wrong with you for being a band kid. What would the game be without the band? Boring, that’s what. We’re just as cool as the cheerleaders, and that’s a fact. Don’t go pitying yourself or thinking you’re not cool just because some dumb upperclassman made a weird unspoken rule for the cheerleaders.” A smile came to her lips, and she shook you a bit. “Don’t go changing yourself on me, okay? All your friends love you just the way you are.”

Smiling yourself, you let her shake you a bit before pulling her into a tight hug, emotions twisting around in your chest. You were lucky to have her as a best friend. “Thanks, Hyerin. I really appreciate it.”

“That’s what friends are for, dude.” As she pulled away, she gave you a little wink. “Plus, I’m willing to bet that Jeonghwa would ignore that rule in a heartbeat if it meant being with someone she really likes. You should at least try to talk to her.”

Just the thought of talking to Jeonghwa or making the first move made you feel like you might explode into a ball of nerves, and you laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know about that. But I do feel better now. Why don’t we go back to our music?”

“Ugh. If I have to play one more time tonight I’m going to chop my own fingers off,” she whined, flopping back down onto the floor. “Let’s just watch some movies! We’ve got it down, you aren’t first seat for nothing!”

With a laugh, you laid down beside her. A lot of the stress from earlier began to go away, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to forget about the pressures of school and the thoughts of Jeonghwa, just for a little bit. “Alright, you win. What should we watch?”

The big game passed in a blur of heat and loud screaming. Your band uniform was still too thick and the sun was still too hot, and you found yourself dazing off as the game happened, only tuning back in when the cheerleaders did their routines. Jeonghwa, as usual, looked perfect, a bit smile on her face and not one hair out of place. You were reminded of the first time you noticed her out on the field as her ponytail bounced along with her, and you found yourself thinking back to what Hyerin said. Would she really ignore the rules of her team to be with you? You doubted it. Some little part of you hoped so badly that it was true, but you knew hoping would just hurt you even more. Still, you couldn’t help but imagine, just for a minute, that she was smiling at you as she danced.

Your school won. The game ended in a two-point lead, and you jumped up to cheer with the rest of the stadium, noise near deafening as everyone celebrated. Everything seemed to fly by as students hugged and screamed and flooded onto the field to congratulate the players, and for a moment, you didn’t have the time to think about Jeonghwa. You were focused instead on the players, and on the way your band director smiled widely as he told everyone what a great job you all did. It wasn’t until later, when you were finally putting up your instrument and getting ready to go, that you heard about the party.

“Are you going tonight?” Hyerin asked, and you looked up at her, a bit confused as you picked up your instrument case.

“Going where?”

“To the party?” She looked at you like you were crazy. “Do you really not remember everyone talking about it? If our school won, one of the football players was going to throw a party at his place. All of us are invited. Actually, I think the whole school might be there. It’s a good thing his parents are out of town.”

Now that you thought about it, you did remember someone mentioning a party or something, but you��d been too preoccupied to care then. Biting your lip, you glanced over at the rest of the field before looking back at Hyerin. “Are you sure we’re invited?”

“Of course I’m sure. Watch.” She turned to look at the rest of the band. “Hey, who’s going to the party tonight?” Most of the students cheered in return, and she looked back at you with a smug smile. “See? Everyone’s going.”

You still weren’t sure about all this, but Hyerin attached herself to your arm, grinning widely, and you sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll go. But... I’ve never been to a party before, so I won’t know what to do.”

“Trust me, you’ll figure it out. Let’s go!” Hyerin never left any room for argument, so you let her pull you along. But you glanced back at the cheerleaders, and for a moment, you let yourself wonder about what might happen tonight.

The house was huge. That was the first thing that went through your head as you walked up to the house, mouth dropping open slightly in awe. Just how rich was this kid? Students were everywhere, mixed with what seemed to be college-aged kids, and you could feel your nerves jumbling up inside your stomach as you followed Hyerin up to the house. What if the cops were called? Sure, this house was kind of far back from all of its neighbors, but you knew people could be really loud and you couldn’t get arrested. Your parents would kill you.

“Stop worrying,” Hyerin said, snapping you out of it as she threw an arm around your shoulder. “We’re going to have a great time tonight, just you wait and see!”

“If you say so.” You weren’t sure how much you believed her, but you went along with it anyway, letting her lead you inside and through the crowded halls. Some kids you knew, others you didn’t, but everyone seemed to be feeling friendly tonight. Instead of ignoring you like people you didn’t know usually did, everyone sent smiles and waves your way, cheering the school’s name and expecting you to cheer in response. It was a pretty cool feeling, and as a drink got shoved into your hand, you didn’t think twice about drinking it.

It tasted like you imagined hand sanitizer would taste, with the added side of some sort of strawberry punch, and it burned all the way down, making you wrinkle your nose. Hyerin didn’t even seem to be fazed by it, downing a cup and cheering before grabbing another, and you watched in amazement. How did she do that?

“Come on! Let’s find our people!” As she shouted at you, she disappeared into the crowd, and when you tried to follow her, you ended up lost in a sea of people inside the biggest house you’d ever been inside.

“Yo, (Y/N), I’m surprised to see you here!” You turned around to see Hani grinning at you, already looking a bit tipsy as she swayed. “The band killed it tonight!”

“Thanks,” you said, sending her a little smile. “Were you watching?”

“Duh! I’m always watching!” She made a motion from her eyes to yours, making you laugh. “I’m glad you’re here, though. Drink up! Have some fun! Let loose! Forget about all the stress, dude!” Yeah, she was tipsy. Laughing, you nodded your head along to what she was saying, reaching out to affectionately pat her head.

“I will, don’t worry!”

“Good. I love you!” The words didn’t mean anything coming from Hani. In fact, she always said that she loved her friends. What was different with drunk Hani, though, was the kiss on the cheek that she gave you, leaving you a little stunned and embarrassed. “Come find me when you want to dance!” She waved, and then she was gone, leaving you a bit dazed. Everyone around you was at least tipsy, and as people yelled and laughed and bumped into you, you decided that you should probably get tipsy too, just to deal with it all. So you braced yourself and swallowed down the rest of the drink even though it tasted like death, chucking the red cup into the trash before grabbing another one and heading off in the direction of the music.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You danced with Hyerin, who gave you yet another drink, and some upperclassman named Solji patted your head affectionately as you talked until her girlfriend, a very intimidating looking girl, pulled her hand away and kissed her right in front of you. Later, Hani made you dance again, and then after another drink, you found yourself on a couch, trying to make your head stop spinning.

“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice made you freeze, your sober brain coming through for a moment to panic as you slowly looked up at the voice. Jeonghwa stood there, smiling like she always was, except tonight her hair was a bit messy and she seemed more than tipsy herself. “It is you!”

“It’s me!” The alcohol in your system made it hard to get the words out, and again, you felt a bit dizzy, but you tried your hardest to pretend to be normal as she sat down beside you.

“Hi! The band was great tonight!”

“Thank you, so were you. Like, the cheerleaders were great tonight.” You knew you probably didn’t make any sense, but Jeonghwa just continued to smile, apparently not noticing as she leaned in closer. Your heart jumped as her eyes went to your lips for a brief moment.

“Did you watch me?”

The room was shrinking. “Uh, yes?”

“Good. That makes me happy. Cheers!” She knocked her cup against yours and took another sip. Not wanting to feel left out, you took another sip too, wondering why they seemed to taste better with every cup. Did that just mean that you were getting drunk? You felt tired and giddy and-. “Hey, wanna check out upstairs?”

Your mind whirled with possibilities, but you put on a smile and tried your best to be steady on your feet as you stood up. “Yeah! Let’s go!”

Upstairs was full of bedrooms, some with groups of people playing games and others with the doors closed and locked. You were pretty sure you knew what was happening in there. As you walked, her shoulder brushed up against yours, getting closer with every step until she was holding your hand. Your mind spun. What was happening? Were you dreaming?

The air felt tense and heavy when she pulled you into one of the empty rooms and closed the door. You couldn’t see much in the darkness, but her hand was still holding yours, and you could feel her leading you somewhere. It was seconds later when your back hit an unfamiliar mattress and her lips were against yours. She tasted like alcohol and chocolate, and for a moment, you stayed still, wondering if this was some sort of prank. But your drunk brain pushed all common sense out the window and told you to kiss back and not miss this opportunity.

Before you knew what was going on, her hands were wandering across your body, cold fingers slipping under your shirt as you pulled her closer, tangling your fingers in her perfect hair. If you were sober, you’d be worried that you weren’t good at this, but right now, you just wanted her, her, her. Liquid courage was a real thing, and it was wonderful.

At some point, both of your shirts had come off, and now she was sucking and biting at your neck with her fingers playing at the hem of your pants, and you were in heaven, pleasure flowing through your body. How was she so good at this? A moan flowed from your lips, and at the sound, she paused, coming up to kiss you again. It was slower this time, and when she pulled away, she sat up, breathing hard along with you.

“We can’t do this,” she whispered, and you opened your eyes to look at her, heart sinking. “We’re drunk, we can’t. I can’t.” She was crying, all of a sudden, and you reached out to touch her shoulder for a brief, quiet moment.

And then she was gone, and the room was silent, the ghost of her fingers still trailing over your skin as you stared at the empty spot on the bed beside you.

You woke up with a headache and a terrible taste in your mouth in a bed that wasn’t yours. For a moment, you blinked up at the ceiling, wondering where you were, before you recognized Hyerin’s blanket on top of you and sat up. As you did, the door opened, and Hyerin poked her head inside, smiling when she saw you up.

“Oh, hey! You’re up!”

“Not so loud,” you whined, falling back onto the bed and closing your eyes. Laughing, she walked over, and you felt something cold hit your face. It was a water bottle, and she had pain killers in her other hand.

“It’s your first hangover! Congrats!”

You rolled your eyes at her antics as you took the medicine, trying to remember everything that had happened the night before. “How did I end up here?”

“Well, you found me last night and just started crying, and I knew you were too drunk to go home, so I told your parents that you were spending the night at my place and brought you here. You fell asleep immediately too. Didn’t even change out of your clothes.” She gestured to you, and when you looked down, sure enough, you were in the same jeans and t-shirt that you’d worn to the party the night before. Slowly, the events of the night before began to come back, and you shuttered, remembering the bedroom and Jeonghwa’s lidded eyes.

“I think I fucked up,” you said, and Hyerin raised her eyebrows, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Why do you think that?”

“Jeonghwa and I.... Um, some things happened last night. And then she suddenly stopped and said that we couldn’t do it. I don’t remember why, but she just started crying and left. I think I messed up somehow, like breaking the rule she has with her squad.” You couldn’t close your eyes without the scene from last night replaying in your head, so you focused on her blanket instead, wishing that the light didn’t hurt so much.

“(Y/N), I really don’t think that’s what she meant. I mean, the two of you were drunk. I know her well, and Jeonghwa isn’t the type of girl who would want to do a drunk hookup with someone she really likes. I bet she panicked, thinking that you were only with her because you were drunk.” Your best friend placed her hand on your shoulder, and you tried to think back. What had she said? What excuse did she give? “Try not to worry about it too much. There’s breakfast ready downstairs, once you’ve eaten and taken a shower, you’ll probably feel better.”

Smiling, you looked over at her. What would you do without her? “Thanks, Hyerin. I appreciate you.”

“Of course, dude! That’s what friends are for. Come on down when you’re ready, okay? Your extra toothbrush is where it always is.” She stood up and stretched, yawning slightly before she exited the room, and you let out a sigh as you stood up as well. Your phone sat on the nightstand and you picked it up, looking at the time. It was pretty early for a weekend, but it wasn’t the time that caught your eye. It was the text from an unknown number.

-Hey (Y/N), this is Jeonghwa. Hyerin gave me your number a while ago but I never had the confidence to text you until now. I’m sorry for last night, I panicked because I really like you. So I’d like to take you for coffee, if that’s okay? Just let me know your answer!

First, you pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Then, a smile broke out across your face and butterflies started up in your chest, making you feel dizzy and drunk all over again as you sat back down onto the bed. This was real and wonderful and suddenly your head didn’t hurt as much anymore. After staring at the text for a while, you slowly and carefully typed out your answer. Once you were done, you clicked send and headed for the bathroom with a skip in your step and a smile on your lips. Life was looking up, and you were lucky, both to have Jeonghwa, and to have such a great friend in Hyerin. You couldn’t wait to tell her the good news.

-Don’t apologize, I understand and I’d love to get coffee with you! Just tell me when and I’ll be there.

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Hello / Wonderwall

good fucking night I haven’t posted in like a bajillion years I’m so sorry jdklfldkfjs “anyways here’s wonderwall” (lol anyone remember that meme) anyways this is inspired by two things

1) this request: i just listened to adele and my heart is shattered and my angsty soul loves it so could i ask you to write ellie x reader where they're not dating but reader has a crush on ellie and she finds out but neither of them want to be in a relationship because 'feeling things sucks and i dont wanna' something like that because they're both really closed off tough people. and they love eachother and dont want to and its complicated and ugh ANGSTY. im really sorry i hope you're having a great day!!😀💞💞 [btw sorry if i didn’t fill this properly i did my best but my writers’ block is literally THE WORST and has been for a really long time(duh)]

2) This really cool mashup of Adele’s “Hello” and everyone’s favorite Oasis song, “Wonderwall.” It fucking slaps and TOTALLY suits this imagine. If there’s any way you could listen to it and read this at the same time, I recommend it. It’s what I listening to when I was writing it (that and Adele’s “Chasing Pavements.”)

Anyways, enjoy! Who knows when the next one’ll be out, amiright?

Ellie didn’t like love. Even platonic or familial love was shrugged off. It just… Wasn’t her thing. It was too dangerous for mutants, the world. Forget emotions.

You’re new here, at the school. Wade’s forced you to quit your previous line of work, saying that “you’re too damn young to be killin’ people for a living!” You’d rolled your eyes, but agreed that a break would be nice. So, now, you’re being shown around by a charmingly bitchy girl that’s around your age, maybe a smidge older.

“This is the art room, and, um, that about covers it. So, uh, just go away now.”

“Are you not going to show me where my room is?” You ask, letting your eyebrows arch skeptically.

“And how would I know where your room is?” She inquires in response. Where she was the rude kind of standoffish, you were the polite, distant type.

“It’s the same as yours, Negasonic,” you carefully inform her, gauging her reaction.

“It’s- It’s what?”

“Did no one tell you?” you wonder. “That’s weird.”

“Very. Whatever, come on. At least you’re not extra annoying,” she sighs, and you follow her down to the dorms, your suitcase rolling behind you.

“Thanks,” you chuckle a little, and she twitches, her eyes flickering to yours for a moment. The ghost of a smile phases across her lips, disappearing just as subtly as it appeared.

“Alright, now…” She looks at her phone. “Yeah, now, it’s time for training. Depending on your mentor, you’ll have different times. Who’s your mentor?”

“Oh, uh, Emma Frost?” You tell her looking at your schedule.

“You’ll be with me, then. Training with me. Piotr and Ms. Frost’s students train together, I guess because they both have weird skin. Emma’s is temporary, but still. Let’s move.”

“Okay,” you respond, walking with her to the gym.

“If you need any sort of protective gear, it’ll be in the closet by the entrance.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” you say, taking what she said more as a challenge than a helpful tip. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

But when you catch a glimpse of the light smirk she’s wearing, electricity sparks through you. (Not literally, don’t worry. Your mutation is different and not embarrassing in that way.)

Two weeks later, you and Ellie are fast friends...And maybe more.

“Gaga okay?” she asks.

“Duh!” you respond, scrolling through your twitter feed. “So, whose stans are we trolling tonight?”

“What’s your mutation, anyway? You never did say.”

“Ah, it’s lame,” you brush her off.

“Wade doesn’t think it’s lame… But that’s not really saying much, is it? Damn, sorry,” Ellie chuckles. She smiles more around you than anyone else, but you’re not sure why. Not yet.

“I just… People tend to think less of me when they hear. It’s a bit destructive.”

“You did not just say that to me,” Ellie delivers a surprisingly good rebuttal.

“Well, uh… Basically, by coming into direct contact with it through touch, I can temporarily gain access to their abilities and sometimes even their knowledge. If I consume it, it lasts longer or can even be permanent. Kinda perfect for a kill-for-hire. Not so much for a normal high school girl, though,” you admit shyly. Ellie’s dead silent.

You look to your crush, nervously, and she looks awe-struck.

“That’s so fucking cool. I wish I could become stronger by giving someone a bloody nose. I’d do it all the time. No wonder you killed people for a living.”

“If only everyone saw it that way,” you tell her with a relieved smile. “I can’t believe the stoic Ellie Phimister just called me cool.” Don’t blush, Y/N, don’t blush, you beg yourself.

“Don’t let it get to your head. I once called Wilson cool.”

“He’s not so bad. He’s the reason I’m here.”

“He is?” Remind me to thank him, she thinks. “Hey, listen. I know we didn’t get off to the best start, and uh… I just wanted to say that… I think you’re really awesome.”

“Well, thank-”

“No, that’s not what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say is that, uh… I’m not really much of a romantic or anything, but I really like you. And I normally wouldn’t ever tell a girl that I liked I like her, because then she would stop talking to me and also hate me forever, I think. But you seem… Different.”

Oh shit. You’re glad your crush likes you back, but...I know what I have to do. I just fucking hate it. “Listen, I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression, but I don’t like you that way. At all. You’re just my roommate that I really like as a friend. We probably wouldn’t even be friends if we weren’t roommates.”

“But we are roommates.”

“Then I should probably change rooms.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d be the asshole who turns into a, well, a fucking asshole when I get rejected, but I guess I am that kind of asshole. Maybe it’s because I know you’re full of shit. Fuck you, Y/N.”

You sigh, and she turns the music off as you leave the room, making your way to the offices. It’s the early evening, so it’s likely either Jean Grey or Professor Xavier is still in their office.

An hour later, you return. Your efforts were fruitless.

*Guess it’s likely time to make with the apologies, see if she’ll at least treat me with civility after the stunt I pulled.*

“I tried to get a room change. It looks like there isn’t anywhere else for me to go.”

“Then just get out of the school, you murderous scum,” Ellie fires.

*Guess not.*

“Oh shit,” you say, trying not to let the hurt show. She knew how insecure you were, how you just knew that’s what everyone here really thought about you. You’d told her that. Foolishly opened up to her, knowing it’d end like this, or worse.

But in the end, you knew you deserved it for pushing her away. Shattering her blackened heart.

“You’re right. I’ll start packing my things now.”

*Wait,* Ellie thought, but her pride had its hand over her mouth. Don’t go. Don’t be like everyone else.

But, faster than she thought possible, you’re out the door. Guess you hadn’t taken root in this place as deeply as she’d fooled herself.

There’s a knock on the door about ten minutes later.

“Go away!” Ellie yells, throwing a random textbook at the door.

“Why did Y/N leave?” Wade asks through said door.

“Because she’s a stupid fucking liar! Go away!”

“Oh yeah? Well, that stupid fucking liar is gonna get us both in trouble if she we don’t retrieve her, so get the hell up, Negasonic Punkass Mean Teen Queen!”

Ellie begrudgingly gets off her ass and opens the door, hoping that Wade doesn’t notice the eyeliner that’s lightly stained her cheeks, or, at least, that he doesn’t point it out. He seems to have enough courtesy to do at least the latter.

“Tracked her phone to here,” He says, looking at his own phone and walking towards a door. Ellie follows, but stands off to the side when he opens the door.

“Go away.”

“That’s funny, that’s exactly what your little girlfriend said when I knocked on her door.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you disagree.

“Then why are you running away? You only run away when you like someone, you’re always willing to stick around for a fight. It used to be a good quality, when you were doing a job no kid should be doing. I really should’ve pulled you outta that life sooner, but I knew you wouldn’t’ve listened to me,” Wade admits, unintentionally explaining a *lot* about you.

“She’s not like you, Wade. She can die. I’m not risking that for some cheesy teen romance that’ll probably last around two dates and then fizzle off into us being acquaintances,” you argue, peeking out the window to notice you ex-friend, ex-something, at least, outside. Shit. But you know the truth:

“If you really felt that way, kid, you wouldn’t bother running away.” He continues in a grave, lowered tone: “You wouldn’t have bothered hurting her. If you were anyone else, I’d’ve kicked your stupid ass. You’re lucky.”

“I wouldn’t consider myself lucky.”

“Ellie fucking Phimister told you that she liked you. Like, as a person. You’re luckier than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

You roll your eyes. “Just go away. And take Ellie fucking Phimister with you.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try, kid.”

“I wouldn’t bother telling anyone about this. Go,” you say, slamming the door in his face and sliding down it to the ground, hiding your face in your hands. Your life was so unbelievably fucked.

You let yourself cry, thinking no one’s there to listen. And then there’s a knock on the window. You look to find Ellie there.

“Let me in, asshole,” she says, her voice muffled by the glass. You open the door, too tired to say no. You were so tired, you realized. Tired of running. Tired of fighting. Tired of being so fucking alone.

“You fucking idiot,” she says, pulling you in for a hug, her head buried in your chest. “You fucking idiot.” She pulls away, telling you: “You keep forgetting that I’m just as tough as you are. What am I gonna have to, arm wrestle you?”

You laugh harder than you should, the laughter dissolving into tears.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell her.”I just- I’m not used to people being safe around me. I’m so used to being the most dangerous person in the room, I- I’m sorry for forgetting that you’re- You’re a fucking force of nature, E. I’ll do anything for you to forgive me for being such a fucking scumbag.”

“Just shut up with the apologies, okay? You- Make it up to me by paying for our first date, yeah?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“Well, I do. And, listen: I’m sorry, too. I should’ve realized that just throwing my feelings on you wasn’t the best course of action. I’m not the only person in the world with people issues, and I seem to forget that sometimes. So, let’s have people issues together, okay?”

“I-”

She fixes you with an impatient stare.

“Okay,” you sigh, smiling. “I paid for a night here, do you just want to stay?”

“Yeah. I’d like that, actually. I…”She hesitates, searching your expression for something. “I call big spoon.”

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