Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

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The next time you saw Taeyong, he had blue streaks in his hair.

His hands were stuffed in the pockets on his jeans as he leaned against your door frame. Another thing you noticed was that he was wearing earrings, and while it suited him (you honestly thought it was pretty hot) it was a surprise, which rendered you standing there as you stared, taking it in.

"Coming?"

"Your hair!" you blurted out stupidly, blinking at him. He looked at you in surprise, before grinning almost sheepishly, ruffling the hair at the back of his head. "Yeah, I dyed it, like what you see?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively, which would normally make you laugh, but you just continued gaping at him like an idiot, "It's different."

"Like a good difference...?" Taeyong trailed off nervously in question. You nodded stiffly and smiled, "Yeah, a good difference."

He let out a breath of relief he didn't even know he was holding in. Your opinion mattered to him, you were someone he had known since he was a kid. He initially went and got highlights because he wanted a bit of a change. Granted it was definitely impulsive, but the fact that you approved made him feel better about the decision.

"Okay then, let's go?"

You nodded, falling into step with him. The two of you walked out into the streets, and to his car, getting in and pulling out the usb cord to choose the music straight away. Taeyong had gotten his car when he was seventeen, and it was his baby. Sometimes you joked that he loved it more than he loved you.

The two of you were going for ice cream, since the day decided to be a blisteringly hot one, and the only solution for this was to go get ice cream. Specifically the ice cream shop just a little off town.

Tommy's Ice cream, you would swear by the place. The ice cream there was the perfect cross between creamy, but not so much that you're basically tasting whipped cream. And the best part? You could add whatever toppings you wanted without anyone judging you, and they had Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

You weren't a hard girl to please.

Taeyong pulled up, parking the car and opening his door, "You want the usual right?"

"With-"
"-Cinnamon Toast crush, yeah I know," he rolled his eyes with a smile, closing the door and walking up to get your ice cream. You watched him until he disappeared behind the glass doors. There was absolutely nothing you could've done to stop the smile that was creeping up onto your face.

And a part of you was angry at yourself, you hated the way Taeyong managed to set your stomach alight with butterflies by doing the simplest of things. After knowing him for so long there was absolutely no reason for this to happen. You had seen him cry, you had seen him when he was sick, when he was throwing up (though you'd rather erase that memory).

Another part was perfectly happy with this, something about being in love with him was very comforting to you. It was easy, you knew what you were doing. You wouldn't mess up.

But then as it was comforting, it was also terrifying. There was the possibility of messing up even if you thought you wouldn't. Oh it was a confusing ride.

He returned and you opened the car door from the inside for him so he wouldn't drop the precious ice creams. Sitting in his seat, he handed you your cup of ice cream, before focusing back on his own.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you took a spoonful of the ice cream, sucking the spoon because you weren't a savage and refused to bite it. Taeyong watched you try and get a piece of cereal exactly on top of the ice cream. Tongue sticking out of your mouth in an endearing way as you did so.

He took a spoonful of his own ice cream, smiling softly at you. Some random song you had chosen played in the background. He knew your favorite flavour, the exact amount of toppings you liked.

In fact, he knew everything about you. Your favorite colour, the way you set up your desk all organized at the start only for it to become a mess by the end of whatever you were doing.

And honestly, the situation the two of you were in was walking a very fine line. Two of you, sitting in his car while he let you choose the music, and he paid for the ice cream. Alone, just the two of you. Of course, he had done this with you many times before.

Sure it could be best friends hanging out together, he told himself that it was this. He said this to block out the reality of it all, because was this not just the definition of a date? Wasn't it the bare bones of a cute date?

Taeyong shook the thought away. He never took up dates, unless he asked them out first. He didn't think that sending a short text that consisted of no punctuation whatsoever made the cut for a proper ask out for a date.

However when he looked at you, who was fiddling with the aux cord, he didn't find himself opposed to the idea.

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You needed to find your best friend.

You had been searching all over for him, he wasn't even at the dance studio? And you always checked that place as a last resort, since it was on the opposite end of campus. By the time you reached there you had a six pack and biceps that could kill.

Except he wasn't there.

Whining, you leaned against the wall tiredly, breathing in heavily, You were the writer, the imaginative person of your duo, not the athletic one. All your hard work hadn't paid off and you wished you had just walked back home instead of waiting for him. Why did you even wait? You would've been back in the safety of your house half an hour ago if you hadn't.

Oh right, he was the guy who lived just next to you, and the one with a car.

And yes, you had a car, your dad's old Prius, but you had a deadly fear of accidently running into someone and commiting murder before you graduated. That fear contributed to your not so graceful driving skills.

Huffing and puffing, you straightened out, gripping your bag and sighing, walking out of the building and past the gardens which led to the exit. When you reached home, you were going to have an enormously unhealthy bowl of Froot Loops with cold milk.

Walking to the gate, you pulled out your phone, deciding to call him, which you really should have done in the first place. Would've saved you the trip to the studio, but you hadn't thought of it. Now you were just a tad worried for him, because he was always there waiting for you.

He didn't get the chance to pick up, because you spotted him a little away, talking to someone. Clicking off the call, you decided to walk over, ready to confront him. Did he just forget you today?

And you would have gone through with it, except you stopped in your tracks.

Taeyong was speaking to someone, a lazy smile on his face as he did so. You recognized her as Seulgi, another dance major, one of Yeri's other friends.

Had he been talking to her all this time?

Not that you were jealous or anything, but speaking realistically, he should have been with you! She was just a friend to him, while you were his best friend. You had waited for him, even walked to that damn dance studio, only for him to be completely unbothered, almost as if he had forgotten you existed.

As ridiculous as it was, you kind of wanted to be Seulgi at that moment.

This had happened before, several times actually, where Taeyong would somewhat forget about you, or be talking to another girl. Those moments didn't last very long, but it affected you more than you liked to admit. Those moments made you not want to be just the best friend, which contrasted your comfort of staying where you were.

The blue highlights in his hair glimmered silver as the sunlight hit it. You didn't like how gorgeous he looked in the moment, lips upturned in a small smile, eyes trained on her. You were fine with being just his best friend, you were fine with it. You liked the constant.

You made your way back home yourself, a sort of fear starting to creep in, which was extremely uncalled for. You didn't like change, you didn't, but that grain that had rooted in you, that said you wanted more, defied it. The smallest things were different, your wants, his hair.

Things were starting to change.