Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

your new job as yeji's annoying surrogate younger sister

You shifted in your seat watching one of the seniors, Taeil you thought his name was, take his picture with the scroll and shake hands, before walking off stage. Another called up and the same thing happened.

"That's gonna be us in a year," Taeyong whispered and you nodded, then proceeded to shush him, "Yeji's turn."

Your friend walked up on stage in her cape and hat. You leaned forward, taking your phone out like an obnoxious parent and proceeding to zoom in as much as possible on her, clicking about twenty pictures.

"She looks scared," you snorted and Taeyong sighed, "Please stop taking pictures."

He sounded embarrassed of you and your shenanigans, which was absolutely ridiculous. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, you were simply being a supportive friend and surrogate younger sister.

Ryunjin waved her hands wildly to the left and Yeji sent a subtle glare to the two of you, but that didn't dampen your spirits. Your best friend slumped in his seat, his denim jacket that matched his hair, crinkling. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but by your side at that moment.

His fingers curled out of your hand, taking it in his and pulling you back into your seat. You tried not to think about how your hand fit perfectly into his, or how warm his was, or the gentleness in his voice when he spoke.

"You'll fall off," he said, "Sit down, Yeji's turn is over."

Nodding, you settled back into your seat, watching the rest of the graduation ceremony with little to no attention. You had no reason to, since you were mainly here for Yeji and Hyunjin, and maybe that cute senior- Yuta.

After it was done, the graduating batch threw their caps in the air and cheer erupted from the crowd. They were done. You smiled seeing Yeji walking up to you and Ryunjin and threw yourself at her.

"You're done!"
"I'm done!" She squealed, waving her cap around with a bright grin on her face, "Adios fuckers, I'm out of here!"

Taeyong put an arm around your shoulders and leaned onto your figure gently, "You gonna attend Jaehyuns party this friday?"

She nodded, "Yeah, last party for me and then I have to be a responsible adult", she said, stressing on the two words and rolling her eyes, with a droll expression on her face. "But only after the party, and I'm definitely not going to be the sober friend this time."

All three of you looked up at Taeyong, who blinked in alarm, "What?"

You looked up at him, a sweet smile on your face, "Yongieee-"

His eyes widened, "No-what? I'm not going to be the sober friend?!"
"But you're good at handling your alcohol," you pouted. He sighed, "Yeah and you're the lightweight."

You gasped in offence, pulling away from the hug-stand situation the two of you had put yourselves in, raising your hand against your chest, "Uncalled for? Make it up to me by being the sober friend."

Taeyong was just about to protest when Ryunjin came between the two of you, "Okay relax, geez, have your married couple arguments somewhere else."

"Married couple?? As if I'd ever marry him," you frowned, sticking your tongue out and him and he gave you a not so friendly finger, "Fuck you, you wish you could marry me."

"Forget married," Yeji said dryly, "They're like five year olds."

The two of you were still bickering while the girls decided to leave, and you only noticed they were gone after about fifteen minutes.

"Holy shit we scared them off."

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck and clearing his throat, "Wanna head back?" Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he cocked his head to the side, to where his car was parked.

You agreed and walked to his car with him, sitting in the passenger's seat. Your junior year was almost over, time was running by before Taeyong could even get to his feet and begin walking.

After your senior year, what would happen? Would the two of you still have your houses by each other? Would you still be as close? Would you go back home for Christmas, grocery shopping together?

He knew things would definitely be different, but he didn't really want them to just slip through his fingers. The thought of losing you amidst the chaos of graduating was very likely and it sent a bitter taste to his mouth. He wanted you to stay.

He hated the thought of you leaving.