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Just Seven Minutes - Frenkie de Jong

Word Count : 790 It's a shorter one.

No Request; I just like Frenkie

You sit in a circle on the floor, next to Pedri and Gavi. All night, they have been blabbering on and on, right in your ear, because you have always ended up sitting next to them, even though there is someone else you would much rather get to sit next to.

He is sitting across the circle. Directly across from you. It takes all your energy for you not to stare at him, with his messy blond hair, white teeth, and pointed nose.

You work at Barcelona as an assistant nurse, and all your co-workers really have fun shipping you with different players. You know, they all have their own opinions... Ana thinks you wouldd be cute with Pedri, Maria ships you with Gavi, and Sofia thinks that you and Kounde should get together.

The funny thing is that you don't think any of them would even come close to guessing that the guy you really are interested in is Frenkie de Jong.

They'd probably crinkle up their noses if they knew and say something like, 'Out of everyone in Barcelona, and he's the one you're into?' That's just because they have bad opinions. But, like, sure. They're welcome to be in love with Pedri and Gavi and Kounde and whoever else, because the only one you really care about is Frenkie.

Everyone thinks that Gavi likes you, but you personally couldn't disagree more. He shows no interest in you, and only teases you as a friend every so often. It is never more. Which is good. It means less drama, which is something you hate.

And all your co-workers are really big on drama.

Suddenly, though, Gavi nudges you, saying, "Hey, earth to Y/n! It's your turn!" He waves his hand in front of your eyes, snapping you out of your daydreams.

"Huh?" you ask stupidly, still entering reality.

"Spin the bottle," Gavi grins, "to see who you have to go into the closet with."

Besides you, there are other female Barcelona workers and friends here on this New Years night, and that is exactly the stupid game that some stupid person must have thought up of.

Well, you guess Alejandro Balde must be the stupid person, because you're pretty sure he is the one who thought up of this game.

Sorry, Ale.

You stare at the bottle that Gavi is handing to you. All night, you've been wondering, anticipating, for your turn.

Of course you want it to be Frenkie that it lands on.

But...

At the same time, that would be really nerve-wracking.

Another more rational part of you hopes it lands on someone you know very clearly as a friend, like Pedri or Gavi or one of the girls.

Because it would be even more disappointing to go in there and be completely friend-zoned by your crush.

And Frenkie does seem like the kind of guy who might do just that thing...

"Spin it already!" Pedri orders, and you sigh, placing it down. Spanish boys are so annoying. You give it a hard, quick spin, and hold your breath, watching it go round and round and round again.

Finally, it stops. You just stare at the bottle, nervous for a moment to look up and see who it lands on.

A lump forms in your throat as you look up to Frenkie de Jong standing up with a sigh, as he says with a strange smirk, "Well, let's get this over with, then."

You nod, standing up with him, reluctantly, moving very, very slowly. Gavi gives you a shove on the back, saying, "Get in there, Y/n! You haven't been in there the whole night! Get in the closet!"

You sigh, stepping in with Frenkie.

The door is shut behind you, and you hear them lock it.

"So, uh..." you start, feeling awkward.

"Hey," he smiles. "This is kind of a stupid game, isn't it?"

"Uh... yeah..." you mutter, glancing away, down at the ground. "I never really thought this would happen."

"Yeah..." he says softly, and then suddenly puts his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

Butterflies. Your whole body feels tense as you look into his light blue eyes. They're almost greyish, in a way.

What is he doing?

"It's a stupid game, but actually, I've been hoping all night we'd be paired up."

You feel your eyes widen, and you mutter, "Yeah... Yeah, me too, actually."

Suddenly, his smile turns more into a small smirk, and this is when he leans in and gives you a soft, sweet, gentle kiss.

Your whole body shakes in awe.

Surprise.

What a good first kiss with this guy...

You're in awe.

He likes you?!

Before you can get to overthinking too much, he starts, "I like you, Y/N. I-"

"Hey, guys, time's up!" Gavi screams through the door as the lock unclicks.

Way to go, Gavi, ruining the moment, and all.