~Male crush x male reader~

Charming (lemon + fluffy fluff)

A/N 1: this story has a trans reader, so this story will have references to female anatomy in certain parts. If you think that might trigger you, some read this. If you know it won't, go right ahead.

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Y/N POV:

I park my car and switch it off, unbuckling my seatbelt. I place my hands on either of my thighs, taking a quick breath to mentally prepare myself to get out.

(Friend) invited me over for the first time today, and she has an older brother I've never met. That's great. I'm absolutely magnificent with new people.

My mind is silent for a moment before I sigh, shaking my head.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a wreck and I haven't even met this guy yet.

I groan frustratedly and open the door, stepping out (stan Stray Kids for a better life [no pressure (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)]) and following the sidewalk that leads to (friend)'s front doorstep. I approach the door and lightly knock on it three times, taking a small step back from it to give (friend) room to open it for me. I straighten out my clothes a bit, turning my full attention to the door.

After no less than a few seconds, the doorknob twists and the door is pulled away from me. As the door fully opens, rather than seeing (friend), I see some vaguely familiar-looking guy in the doorway. Rather than acting upon my reflex and asking a bunch of questions, I walk into the house and smile politely at him in greeting.

"Hello, Sir."

The guy smiles back at me warmly with a nod.

"Ah, you must be the 'Y/N' (friend) always talks about! The pleasure is mine. Please, call me C/N. I've heard a lot about you. She speaks very highly of you."

My smile widens as I nod, feeling my dimples showing in the process. C/N's eyes crinkle at the corners as he mirrors my smile, also slightly dimpling.

Wait, C/N? Where do I know that name? Maybe I do know him, after all. Oh well.

"(Friend)'s mentioned how kind & smart you are. You're both quite a pair, aren't you? I'm glad she has someone like you, Y/N."

Jesus I'm melting already.

I chuckle lightly and nod, my face slightly reddening at the continued compliments.

"Thank you, Si- I mean C/N."

"C/N, please. Anyway, (friend) told me you're quite a book fan, as well. We've actually got a library here. Would you want to see it sometime?"

"Oh there you are, slow poke. I was wondering when you'd get here."

I playfully roll my eyes at (friend)'s joking remark.

"Anyway, Y/N, I see you've met my brother, C/N."

I hear his name being said again and I finally realize where I recognize him from.

Oh. My. God.

~*flashback to two weekends prior*~

"Remember, lovebirds, only seven minutes. If we find you fucking in here, it's not our fault if everyone else catches you in the act, so make your voices wisely."

I nod along with what (party host's sister) explains, showing that I understand. The other party guest and I are basically shoved into the small, pitch black closet without another word. (Party host's sister) promptly locks the closet door behind us, yelling through the door for us to 'have fun'.