44 - the cliché stuff

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the cliché stuff

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the cliché stuff


Izzy slept better than usual.

She had slept like a baby, and it was all thanks to his presence, thanks to his hands that wrapped around her at night, making her feel loved even during times when they were both asleep, unable to express their emotions with words.

"Good morning." The brunette opened her eyes with a small stretch of her arms as she heard the raspy voice. "'Morning," she smiled, looking up at her boyfriend– Right, not her boyfriend.

"Did you sleep well?" Hyunjin wondered, watching her as she sat up next to him. He had been awake for almost an hour but didn't mind. He didn't want to wake her up early. "Mhm!" She mumbled, blinking a few times to wake up fully.

"I didn't want to wake you up, but we should really get ready now," he stated, only getting a confused glance in return. "School, Izzy. We need to go to school," he reminded her, a chuckle escaping his lips. The brunette whined, closing her eyes again and throwing her head back, hitting herself on the wall. "Auch."

"Idiot," Hyunjin scoffed. "You love me," she rolled her eyes, watching his cheeks turn pink. Izzy had to blink a few times to realize what she had said and why it had such an impact on him, blushing too when she figured it out. "I mean– we should get to school," she blurted out quickly, almost jumping down from the bed. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she yelled at herself internally, telling herself to keep quiet next time.


"Alright, spill! What happened last night?" Robin asked immediately, almost knocking the brunette to the ground after she ran to her. "I do not want to hear about it," Seungmin frowned, trying to sound like he wasn't interested in her love life even a bit. But Izzy knew it was just an act. He would die to know all the latest updates or gossip.

"There is nothing to spill," she assured her. "But I suggested we watch haikyuu because, you know, it's my favorite, and he told me it's his favorite anime too! So that was cute as hell," she informed her two best friends excitedly with a grin on her face.

"And I thought I would have some make out story," Robin rolled her eyes jokingly. "Or that he finally asked you to be his girlfriend."

"I might as well ask him first," Izzy mumbled, stopping in front of the girls' dressing room to wave Seungmin bye as if they wouldn't see each other again in a few minutes. "I am giving him a week, and then I'll either ask him out myself or end this situation-ship. Don't want to get my heart broken, you know," she explained as she walked with Robin into the changing room, throwing her PE uniform on her usual place on the bench.

"Who are you in a situation-ship with?" The girls in the room looked her way, immediately making her regret speaking up about it. "No one," Izzy quickly waved her hands in the air, trying to convince them they heard wrong. "We can see through your lies, Izzy," one of the girls crossed her arms, staring into the brunette's soul.

"Uhm," Izzy swallowed the lump in her throat, looking around the room.

Fortunately, she got out of the conversation soon enough, lying about her mystery situation-ship being a boy from a different school they don't know.

But she couldn't keep the lie for too long. Not when Hyunjin had completely different plans.

"I hate sports," Izzy breathed out, falling onto the ground next to her best friend. Seungmin laughed at her, sitting beside her to keep her company. "I know. There's just fifteen minutes left, though. You'll manage." The brunette shot him a glare immediately, whining. She closed her eyes, resting her head on the ground. "I'm not getting up again. And before you say anything I don't care if the teacher yells at me."

"Alright then," Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head at her.

Izzy opened her eyes again upon hearing the famous voice, turning towards the art studio just like everyone else. "Where the fuck did he get a microphone?" She raised an eyebrow at him but couldn't help it and smiled right after, waiting for him to speak.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" Hyunjin spoke from his atelier window towards the playground, hoping they could hear him. He gulped as all the eyes turned his way, hesitating before he spoke up again. "So, there is a girl I would love to talk to," he explained, clearing his throat. "Izzy, please, don't hide behind your best friend. I can see you lying on the ground," he chuckled, his nervousness slowly fading away.

Izzy could feel everyone's eyes shift from Hyunjin to her, making her embarrassed. A few of the girls around were staring into her soul, most likely trying to figure out what on earth the school prince wanted to say to an E-class student, while the girls she talked with earlier in the changing

"I might surprise a lot of you when I say this, but there is a girl who has my heart beating faster each time she looks at me. And I know you've seen us argue a lot before, but it might have been those very arguments that made me slowly fall for her. I would be crazy if I didn't tell her that I want to spend every moment of my free time with her. So, no matter how corny you might find this, please, be my girlfriend, Izzy."

Hwang Hyunjin was an idiot.

But she wouldn't mind him being her idiot.

"Stop yelling from up there and come down, boyfriend!" She yelled back at him, watching as a smile spread across his lips. 


Izzy—uhmm hello??? this took more than a year to finish wtf

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Izzy—
uhmm hello??? this took more than a year to finish wtf. But the end is here! (honestly, fucking finally) Thank you everyone who read it until the very end and I hope I didn't disappoint you much with how I finished it </3 

Also, apologizes for the whole corny confession I have no idea what I was doing lolll 

 

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