KnB One shots

Who Are You? (Kise x Reader)

You drew in a deep breath as you walked down the hallway of your school. The sun shone through the window and illuminated the floor and opposite wall.

You begin to register the sound of not just a few but several girls squealing. Turning, you spot a shirtless male with blonde hair running your way. Completely shocked, you freeze in middle of the hallway, unable to piece together the sounds of fangirl screams and this boy.

Without warning, he shouted and grabbed you, dragging you into a supply closet with him. He had fallen on his back with your body pressed against his.

"Where'd he go?" a whine came from down the hall.

He yelped slightly and pulled the door closed without offering any explanation as to what was going on, leaving you both in the dark, some more than others.

"What's the meaning of this?" you yelled, irritated by his audacity.

He shushed you, pressing a finger to your lips. What sounded like a horde of girls rushed down the hall in search of him. As the last one past the closet in which you were hiding, you pushed yourself away from him, your hands on his muscled chest.

"Will you kindly answer my question? What's going on? Why are you being chased? And most importantly, why did you drag me in here with you?"

"(L/n)cchi!" he let out a breathy whine. "One thing at a time!"

"How do you know my name?" you asked. His voice sounded vaguely familiar but you couldn't quite name the person that it belonged to.

"I'm in your class!"

"Oh... Who are you?"

He let out a sigh, "Kise Ryouta."

Kise? Hm. You hadn't realized he was in your class. Then again, you barely payed attention to your classmates unless they were immediate friends.

"Okay... And why are you being chased?"

"One of the girls snuck into the locker room during practice and stole my shirt."

"And you figured it'd be a good idea to just walk out shirtless? Are you stupid?!"

"Hey! That's mean!" he sniffed.

You shook your head, still not understanding why the girls would have done this. Evidently, he sensed your confusion because he continued.

"Do you not realize who I am?" he asked.

"No..."

"You don't know who Kise Ryouta is?"

You rolled your eyes, knowing it was a pointless thing to do in the dark, "Well obviously it's you! I mean, why else would you have introduced yourself as that?"

"You don't know what I do?"

"Besides play basketball, no. Why? Do you kill people?" you joked. "Serial killing's your hobby?"

"No!" he answered exasperatedly. "I'm a model."

"Ahh!" you nodded in understanding before you started to think about his statement a little too much. "Wait... What kind of modeling do you do?"

"Are you having thoughts you shouldn't be, (l/n)cchi?" he questioned in a teasing tone.

You felt your face grow hot as you stuttered defensively.

"N-No! Why would I-"

"It's okay if you do. All my fans do it anyways..."

You didn't know what hurt you more, him comparing him to one of his crazed fans or his nonchalant tone towards it all. You would never act like them. They all seemed so intent on trying to steal his attention twenty four seven.

The closet was filled with silence as you tried to pick apart your own actions as well as the other girls in your class and in school. Kise shifted uncomfortably, not enjoying the weight of utter stillness at all.

"(L/n)cchi... Sorry for dragging you into this. I-"

You stood up suddenly, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, "Yeah, I'm sorry that I got sucked into this too."

You felt agitated, did he really not care whether or not you were going to follow in the footsteps of his fan club? He didn't seem the least bit bothered to you.

He grabbed your wrist as your fingers curled around the door handle. You jerked your head back to face him, finding his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you okay, (l/n)cchi."

"Yes" you hissed, weakly pulling your hands out of his grasp. "And stop calling me (l/n)cchi..."

You looked away, avoiding his gaze as you attempted to conceal your hurt expression.

"Fine. From now on I'll call you (f/n)cchi."

You looked up at him in shock because of his informality. Just as your eyes locked on his, he moved closer, closing the distance between you two.

Your cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink as Kise kissed you softly. Pulling back, he flashed you a dazzling smile and waited for some kind of reaction from you.

Turning away again, you decided that you weren't like Kise's crazy fan girls. They didn't kiss him, you did. He loved you not them.

Quickly, before you lost your nerve, you kissed him again, briefly, making him grin.

"But just so we're on the same page..." you told him, sharing his smile. "(F/n)cchi isn't any better than (l/n)cchi..."