❝𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 ❞
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bllk x femreader
discontinued bcz im lowk not happy w it
might rewrite a whole new book w same concept
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・❥・After the recen...
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Last night was spent watching football games and talking about random stuff. The topic of your stalker never came up and the mood was rather light and peaceful. You'd practically forgotten how much you enjoyed Bachira's presence when you were younger.
When you had first laid eyes upon him during your childhood, you were a little iffy about him. Given he was such an energetic person while you were one of those kids who'd get drained quite fast.
His football skills and determination, however, drove your opinions away. You found him when he was sitting alone, leaning against the fence with the ball resting under his arm. His face looked pretty beat up and you offered to patch it up.
He agreed and afterwards, you two became friends. You played football together and just kept each other company when no one else did—which was pretty often.
Some of your classmates clowned you for that, but did you care? A little. At least you had an amazing friend who'd stick by you.
Such an 'opposites attract' story, at this point there should be some sort of story about you two.
When you awoke, you were met with the wall. You felt someone holding down your waist and an arm supporting your head/neck along with a chin being rested on your head. You heard light breathing from behind you too.
Odd. You didn't recall falling asleep with anyone. Confused, you attempt to turn around but don't get very far as their hold tightens. You move your arm to try and release it but to no avail. "...cut it out." They say, light and breathy.
"What the hell are you doing here, Bachi...?" You mumble, loud enough for the male to hear. You knew you wanted him to stay but sleep with you? Since when?
All you got in return was a hum and he was gone. Back into Lalaland, daydreaming about whatever he dreams about. Now that you knew who was up against you, you began to feel flustered.
The only person you've cuddled with was Yunjin but that was only 5 times at max. Most of those times were after you had sex. It wasn't that enjoyable but whatever. That's not the main topic.
You remembered falling asleep on the couch—alone, mind you—after insisting several times that Bachira slept in your room. You felt especially guilty about keeping him away from his own home, the least you could've done was let him sleep on something comfortable.
You don't recall ever walking into your room and joining Bachira on the bed. Or anything relatively similar to that fact.
Your cheeks felt hot and you felt nervous. Wasn't this rather intimate? You two were just friends why were you doing this? Should you even be doing this? No—you should get your head out of the gutter. Friends totally do this. Especially after years of knowing each other, right? Right?
