MCYT oneshots (requests open!)

solely yours (part 2)

(hi and I deleted the dnb oneshots cause it's been brought to my attention techno isn't comfy with it, so sorry loves! ALSO NEW SADIST ANIMATIC TMR?? IM LISTENING TO 2WEI'S COVER OF TOXIC AS I WRITE THIS LMAOOO)

Sapnap's POV 2 weeks after the first part, the two went on the arson date and are planning another :)

(sapnap is bold, fundy is underline<3)

hey u up???

yeah, whats poppin? 

lmao i just cant sleep

reasonable, considering it's 8PM 

shut up i just wanted a reason to talk you D:

anyways what r u doing tmr???

planning on not going to school

oh that's not good u need education! >:((((

yeah but like do I tho

but u wont be able to c me :(

damn,,, i kinda don't care

jk jk

why don't you skip with me

but the bros are gonna get mad

yeah but like... crime

ok yeah, cya tmr

bitch no i want to now

ok ok dang take a chill pill, where you wanna meet

open ur window ;)

My lower lip droops in astonishment, yet I relent and walk three steps to my baywindow. I open it with ease, and look down at my stupid soulmate.

"Rapunznap, Rapunznap, let down your hair!" He chants, but quickly bursts into giggles right after. Unable to keep a serious demeanor, I laugh too and look around my room before putting a finger to my mouth, ushering Fundy to be quiet. Getting the memo, he starts doing whatever he does when he's waiting for something- pacing. 

Gazing at my room, I locate my backpack and stuff the essentials in it. Then, I creak my door open, slip out of it, and stealthily sneak a glance at my parent's bedroom. Lights are off, I'm good to go.

Inhaling, I spare my room one last look before hopping out of my window, landing in a half-squat. Fundy laughs at me, and I  roll my eyes before he takes me by the arm.

Butterflies weave between ribs, shocking me to the core. Even if this has happened multiple times by now, the feeling is still as entrancing as it was when introduced. As I was getting lost from the pure joy and rush I got from him, he squeezed my arm, tightening his grip. He knows what he does to me.

"You're funny," he comments out of nowhere as we stroll down the road leisurely.

"Excuse me?" Chuckling, I hide my confusion. He notices this, and expands upon his statement. "It's just... you're so shy. It almost makes me feel skittish, which does not happen too often. Perhaps it's the way your eyes hide from me whenever I try and see who you are... or maybe how when you smile, you cover it with your hands, like you don't want to be seen..."

He trails off, and slows his walking until he stops. Halting my movement, I stare at him, mostly to assert dominance after him exposing me for the bashful type.

"C'mon... show me that smile..." he mumbles as if he were a pouting child.

"I..." seething, I try not to give him the satisfaction of my smile. Proving his point with my eyes, we get into a staring contest, and I lose when I turn my head, trying to ignore the pretty boy in front of me.