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Oneshot- Gyuvin

Love story- Kim Gyuvin

About: You find yourself falling for the cute boy whose writing assignments you proofread, and discover that your lives have been intertwined for longer than you thought.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Fem!Reader X Classmate!Gyuvin

Gyuvin certainly doesn't need any help with English, but it gives him a good excuse to spend time in between classes and basketball practice staring at you.

If anything, your talents would be better suited to helping one of his classmates understand all the old poems or crazy novels that they get assigned, but he's the one who lucked out when your former professor suggested you read her most promising student's work.

From the first draft, you were hooked, and had somehow started a writer's circle where just the two of you meet weekly to share your works in progress.

In no time, you've helped Gyuvin become one of the top students in Writing 101, and he's worried you'll notice that he'd be just fine if you stopped helping him. Still, the A's keep rolling in and you keep meeting up with him anyway.

When Gyuvin's latest short story gets nominated for a departmental prize, you're over the moon for him.

"You are so amazing," You smile up at him. "We should celebrate! That's a really big deal. I was nominated last year, but didn't come close to winning."

"I couldn't have done it without you," he points out, looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck. "Really, Y/N. If I win, it would be just as much your prize as it would be mine."

"Don't be silly," you say, packing up the rest of your lunch. You usually only see him in the library at your designated meeting time, but today, he sought you out in the courtyard to make sure you were the first person he told. "I'm just the editor. All of the ideas came from you. Plus, I'm only good at English because I grew up speaking it. It's much more impressive for you to have learned it recently and write at the level that you do."

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Y/N," he replies, helping you up off your picnic blanket. Before you can do it yourself, he's already reaching down to fold it, his long arms handling the fabric with ease. "You'd write circles around me any day."

"I don't want to get into another compliment war," you giggle, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. Recently, it's been filled with way too many books, and your classes are so jam-packed that you never have time to run back to your room in between them.

"Here, Y/N, let me," he says, taking your backpack from you. He's already got his own on, but he wears yours over his front, barely even flinching at the extra weight. "Where are you headed next? I'm done with my classes for the day, so I can walk you."

He's always been desperate to ask you to hang out outside of your brainstorming sessions, but every time he thinks he's worked up the courage, you'll laugh or smile or even just glance at him and his brain short circuits.

"I have a music class across campus in thirty minutes," you reply. "Don't you live the other way, though? You really don't have to walk me. It's pretty far."

"I want to," Gyuvin reassures you. He offers his hand. "Here. I walk pretty fast, so let's make sure I don't leave you behind."

You hesitate for a moment before taking it. You've had a crush on Gyuvin ever since the two of you first crossed paths—he's the literal embodiment of sunshine trapped inside a cute boy—but things have only ever been friendly between the two of you.