2/14 (Part 5, Semi-Finale)
K-Pop One Shots & Scenarios (Est. 2019; SUBSCRIBERS ONLY - PLEASE REFER TO MY OTHER COLLECTION FOR PUBLIC ONE SHOTS)Pairing: Stray Kids' Chan, Woojin, Hyunjin, and Yeonha (reader)
Url: water_lilies
Trope: Fluff, Angst, Friendship
AU: High School!Skz
TW: N/A
Song suggestion: I Swear I'll Never Leave Again, keshi
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Tension's invisible arms wrapped around the group as the two males glared at one another. A few seconds had passed since Woojin's question; the awkwardness lingering until a sigh escaped Hyunjin's lips. Shaking his head, he clenched his jaw, the muscles visibly contracting as his plump lips formed into a smirk.
"Literally anyone else."
The table grew silent - Minjee slowly rising from her seat as she stifled an anxious chuckle. "I'm just gonna go," her words were soft as she slung her bag over her shoulder and her heel, but only to temporarily pause as she spun back around to face a wide-eyed Yeonha. Bending down, the somber haired female shot her friend a sheepish grin as she clutched onto the tupperware full of berries before quickly walking away from the uneasy scene.
"What the hell is your problem?" Woojin growled, his palm slamming onto the table as he turned his body towards the younger male. Hyunjin raised a brow as he shook his head, "No issue, just stating facts."
"How is anything you said valid? Why are you so hateful, Hyunjin?" Woojin smirked. "Are you envious of me? That must be what it is - you're jealous because Yeonha likes me and not you, right?"
Eye twitching, Hyunjin broke his glare from the older male to focus upon the female uncomfortably sitting in-between them. Clearing his throat, he tapped on her shoulder, "Can I talk to you alone, please?"
"Say what you have to say here," Woojin's words were firm.
Hyunjin anxiously chewed on his bottom lip, eyes pleading for his best friend to grant his wish. Hand slowly creeping its way back to her's, Woojin delicately clamped his palm over the top of her soft skin, tugging on it slightly as he urged her to stay with him instead. Thinking for a moment, Yeonha heaved a sigh as she shook her head, "I can't take this anymore - you're both driving me crazy!"
Rising from her spot, she briskly made her way out of the cafeteria and into the hallway; relishing the tranquil silence, but only for a moment as the familiar voice she used to love to listen to interrupted her thoughts.
"You look stressed."
Throwing her head back, Yeonha slammed her fist against the white brick wall before directing her attention to the thick haired boy standing a few feet away from her, "Why do you always show up at the worst times possible?" A shrug lifted his shoulders as smirk formed on lips, "I guess I'm your guardian angel."
She scoffed, "Parasitic is a better description."
Ignoring her remark, Chan merely rolled his eyes as he shoved his hands into his uniform jacket's pockets; head nodding towards the staircase, "I'll be up in our spot if you'd like to talk about whatever is bothering you." With those words, he began trekking away, Yeonha watching as he ascended up the stairs until he was no longer visible.
As she stood there, a familiar twist clenched her stomach; eyes closing momentarily as she attempted to steady her breathing. Taking one step forward, and then another, she forced herself to follow after Chan; slightly bewildered at her actions. Within a minute or so, she reached the spot they used to meet at in the past when they were still together - the roof. As the door clicked shut behind her, the curly haired male remained facing forward, elbows pressed against the ledge, as he greeted his visitor.
"What's bothering you?"
Yeonha remained silent, her body tense as she slowly walked over to where he stood. With a huff, she rested against the stucco surface; the rough bumps itching her skin. With a mere shake of her head, lips pursing together, she shrugged, "Nothing."
Chan rolled his eyes, "I know you better than that - tell me what's wrong."
"I'm being serio-"
"Yeonha," his voice was gentle, yet firm as he interrupted her, "I know you. I know when something is wrong. You at hiding your emotions, so tell me."
She shook her head, eyes closing, "I said nothing is wrong."
"If that's the case, then why did you come up here?" His question was valid, very much so, actually. Turning towards her, his eyes bestowed themselves upon her rigid frame - eye-shadowed lids revealed, lips pursed into a pout, breathing uneven. Shaking his head, he attempted to coax her once more, "I know damn well you didn't come up here simply for my company, so tell me what's troubling you."
But what if she did? What if that was part of the reason as to why she sought-after him? His wo
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