Epex Oneshots (short stories) /imagines

Amin- I think I like you

Amin had always taken his role as class president very seriously. From planning events to mediating conflicts between classmates, he was known for his responsibility and dedication. Some of his friends even teased him about how he took everything so seriously. But he couldn't help it — he liked things to be orderly, predictable, and, well, under control.

Which was why Y/N, the new vice president, threw him off his rhythm entirely.

Y/N was his opposite in every way: quick-witted, a little mischievous, and seemingly unaffected by the responsibilities of student government. She had an easy smile that she used to get herself out of trouble, and she liked pushing his buttons, teasing him whenever she could. She'd barely started her role as vice president, and already people were joking about how they made such a "cute team," even going as far as "shipping" them together. Amin would brush off the teasing with a roll of his eyes and a sigh, but he couldn't deny that the idea made his heart beat a little faster.

One morning, Amin walked into the student council room to find Y/N already there, sitting on one of the desks, swinging her legs as she tapped something on her phone.

"Early?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N grinned, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Figured I'd surprise you. Besides, I wanted to see if the ever-so-serious class president is finally going to relax a little."

Amin chuckled, though he felt his cheeks warm slightly. "I relax plenty. Besides, we have a lot to go over for the upcoming school festival, so... let's get started."

"Oh, come on, Amin," Y/N said, hopping off the desk and crossing her arms with a playful smirk. "Not everything has to be so rigid. Lighten up a bit."

Amin rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling as he began pulling out their notes. "One of us has to keep things organized. Besides, the student body is counting on us."

She sighed, grabbing her own notebook and leaning over the table toward him. "Fine, Mr. Responsible. Let's do it your way." But there was a glimmer of humor in her eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

They spent the next hour going over festival plans, bickering playfully over details. Amin found himself almost looking forward to her sarcastic remarks, to the little jabs she threw his way whenever he got too intense. And, much to his own surprise, he actually enjoyed the way she challenged him, the way she made him feel a little less in control. By the time they'd finished, they'd worked out an impressive schedule, with Y/N's ideas bringing a new energy to his well-organized plans.

As they left the council room, a group of classmates walked by, noticing the two of them together.

"Oh, look, it's the power couple!" one of them called out, smirking as they passed.

"President and VP — made for each other," another teased.

Amin felt his face go red, and he could see Y/N stifling a laugh. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as they continued down the hallway, trying to ignore the warm feeling that crept up his neck.

"See? Everyone knows we make a great team," Y/N said with a smirk, nudging his arm playfully.

Amin let out a small laugh, trying to brush it off. "They're just teasing us. People get bored and like to make things up."

"Oh, please," Y/N said, laughing. "Admit it, you love the attention."

"Not as much as you, apparently," Amin replied, grinning.

As the weeks went on, they continued working together on the festival, spending more and more time together. And, despite himself, Amin began to notice things about Y/N that he hadn't before. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about. The way she'd frown when she concentrated, completely focused on whatever task was in front of her. She had a knack for making people laugh, for bringing energy into a room, and, surprisingly, she was just as dedicated to the festival as he was — even if she showed it in her own unconventional way.

One afternoon, they were in the student council room, going over the final details for the festival. The sun was setting outside, casting a warm glow through the windows. Y/N was bent over the table, scribbling notes with a furrowed brow, looking more serious than he'd ever seen her.

"Y/N?" Amin said softly.

She looked up, surprised by his tone. "What's up?"

"I just... I wanted to say thank you," he said, his voice hesitant. "For all the hard work you've put into this. I know I can be a bit much sometimes, and I know we didn't exactly start off on the same page."

Y/N's expression softened, and she smiled. "Amin, I wouldn't want to work with anyone else. You've got this whole serious, responsible vibe going, and it actually makes me feel like... I don't know. Like I want to do my best too. You keep me focused."

He felt a warmth spread through him at her words, his heart beating faster than he cared to admit. "You know," he said, gathering his courage, "I think we make a good team."

She laughed, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I think so too."

They looked at each other, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The teasing, the playful rivalry — it all melted into a quiet, unexpected warmth. Amin couldn't look away, and he found himself leaning closer, captivated by the softness in her gaze.

Just then, the door to the student council room burst open, and a couple of students stumbled in, chattering loudly. Amin and Y/N quickly pulled back, both of them looking away with flushed cheeks. The students barely noticed, grabbing some supplies before leaving just as quickly as they'd entered, leaving the room in silence once more.

"Well," Y/N said, letting out a shaky laugh. "That was... something."

Amin chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah. Timing, right?"

They exchanged a look, and the momentary awkwardness melted into laughter. But as they continued working, Amin couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them, a newfound connection that neither of them had expected.

The day of the festival arrived, and everything was running smoothly. As Amin walked through the school grounds, checking on each event, he couldn't help but feel proud of all they'd accomplished. He'd poured everything into this festival, and he could see Y/N's touch everywhere — in the decorations, in the activities, in the bursts of color and excitement.

He found Y/N by the main stage, helping set up the microphone for a performance. She turned, catching sight of him, and gave him a wide grin.

"Hey, Mr. President! Everything looking good?" she asked, hands on her hips.

Amin smiled, nodding. "Better than I could have imagined. You... you really made this festival come alive, Y/N."

She looked a little surprised, but then her expression softened, and she took a step closer. "It was a team effort, Amin. And you... you make a pretty great leader."

They stood there, looking at each other as the noise of the festival buzzed around them. Suddenly, it felt as though they were the only two people there.

"I'm glad we got to work together," Amin said softly, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Me too," Y/N whispered, her gaze warm and steady.

Without thinking, Amin reached out, taking her hand. She didn't pull away, and he could feel his heartbeat speeding up as he looked into her eyes. The teasing, the rivalry, the tension — it had all led to this moment, and now he could see that maybe, just maybe, everyone's teasing hadn't been so far off.

"Y/N," he murmured, gathering his courage. "I... I think I like you."

A slow smile spread across her face, and she squeezed his hand. "I think I like you too, Mr. President."

They both laughed, the tension melting away as they stood there, hand in hand, in the middle of the festival they'd created together. The bustling activity around them faded into the background, leaving just the two of them in a quiet, shared moment.

And for the first time, Amin realized that maybe some things were better left a little unpredictable — especially when it came to matters of the heart.