Hidden || A coiny x pin fanfic (TPOT 9 alt kinda :3)

Unveiling Secrets

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     I wake up to the soft light filtering through my curtains, casting a warm glow over my room. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a contented sigh. Another day in this crazy competition.

    As I make my way to the living room, I can already hear the sound of typing coming from the other side of the door. Coiny is probably already up, nose deep in his laptop as usual. I can't help but smile at the thought. It's comforting to know he's always there.

     I push open the door and step into the living room, finding Coiny exactly where I expected him to be. He's staring at his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stares intently at the screen. He's lying down, slowly kicking his feet. I walk over and plop down on the couch next to him, giving him a playful nudge.

   "Morning, Coiny," I greeted him, flashing him a bright smile.

     He glances up from his screen, returning my smile with one of his own. "Morning, Pin," he replies, his voice warm and affectionate. "Sleep well?"

    I nod, leaning back against the couch cushions. "Yeah, kind of. I was thinking about that code,"

     We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound in the room the gentle tapping of Coiny's fingers on the keyboard. But then, a thought suddenly strikes me, causing a knot of anxiety to form in my stomach.

   "Oh, hey, Coiny," I start, my voice tinged with nervousness. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something."

     He looks up at me, curiosity in his eyes. "What's up?"

     I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I'm about to say. "Well, you see, I... the Team8s are up for elimination," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

     Coiny's eyes widen in alarm, and I can see the worry written all over his face. "What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he exclaims, his tone laced with concern. He jumps up, closing his laptop.

   "I didn't want to worry you," I reply, feeling a pang of guilt. "And I kind of forgot..."

     He reaches out to take my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's fine, you think you'll be okay?"

     I manage a weak smile, "I don't know," I murmur. "Maybe, I just... I don't know what I'm going to do if I get eliminated."

     He pulls me into a hug, holding me close. "Hey, don't think like that," he says, his voice firm. "I don't think you're gonna be eliminated. The viewers love you, I think..."

     I bury my face in his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

   "I should get going. I don't want to get eliminated for being late..." I say, breaking the hug.

     He looks at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. I feel a flutter of nervousness in my stomach as I meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, without saying a word, he leans in, his movements slow and deliberate. I hold my breath as he closes the distance between us, his lips hovering just above my forehead. His height disadvantage forces him to stand on his toes, and I can't help but let out a soft giggle at the sight.

     He kisses my forehead, a rush of warmth spreads through me. I feel a surge of butterflies in my stomach. It's such a simple gesture, yet it fills me with a sense of comfort and security that I can't quite explain.

   "You'll be okay, I know it." Coiny says, waving bye to me. I give him a smile, my face still red. I leave our team room, going over to the elevator. I step in, my hands shaking a little. I feel beads of ooze form on my forehead.