Mystic Messenger High School! AU - Peaceful - Saeran x Reader

Too Close

We didn't need to actually talk to each other after that to work on the project. We ended up just posting on the document, since it was easier and we could both edit it to make it work out.

'Maybe I could draw pictures of Poe and his hometown on the posterboard?'

He backspaces what I've written and posts a reply in its place. 'I guess. But you have to be good at art. No way am I letting you fuck up my English grade because of shitty presentation.'

I roll my eyes and delete his comment. 'Oh, of course not. Because my grade obviously doesn't matter.'

'Not when your grade is already shitty.'

He does have a point, though.

'Hey, Saeran? I have a question.'

'Go ahead.'

"Do you still want to work on the project on Saturday?" I say aloud, lowering my laptop screen partially so I can look at him.

He looks taken aback at the question and the fact that I had said it out loud, but was quick to recover, as always. He smirked at me. "What, seeing me every day in school isn't enough? You must really love me if you want to see me so badly."

"What? You wish, asshat. It's just that the project is a lot of work and we don't have too much time to finish it, just a few extra days. At least... that's what Mrs. Costa said." My words sound sarcastic but I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks.

Fuck. What if he's right? No, he can't be. Gah, why am I letting him get to me?

"Yeah, that's it." He lets out a laugh. "It's a shame. Because if that were the reason, I'd have said yes. In fact, I find your company rather enjoyable."

Wait... What the hell? Who does this asshole think he is?

"Yeah, right." I scoff at him. "I can tell. You make it so obvious." I don't know what's going on. He pisses me off so much, yet my face is hot. Is it from anger? I'll just believe it's from anger.

"I'm being serious, (Y/n)." Saeran stands from his seat across the table and switches to one that's on my side of the table. Right next to me. Too close.

I lean to the right, attempting to get away from him. "Sure you are. And I'm a purple unicorn that lives on the other side of a rainbow."

He laughs again, this time it seems genuine. My eyebrow raises and I can feel the confusion on my face. Saeran doesn't laugh... What's going on? "I guess you're a unicorn, then."

He leans closer to me and I move to the chair next to me to get away from him, being sure to drag my laptop along the table with me. No need for him to be able to access THAT right now. I swear this guy must be bipolar or something. "Uh... Wh-what are you doing?" DAMMIT! Now he can see that I'm flustered. Pull yourself together, (Y/n)! I can't be flustered. I'm not that weak.

Saeran moved into the seat I just came from and still leaned closer to me. "Just trying to answer your question."

"Why couldn't you do it from across the table? You know, l-like a normal p-person." I continue leaning to the right to try and get away from him, but if I lean anymore I'll fall on the floor. I desperately try to keep my balance whilst staying away from this creep.

He chuckles again, resting his hand on my shoulder and leaning in to whisper in my ear. I don't know what the hell is with this guy, but he does this a lot... It's really fucking weird...Isn't it? "Because this way is a lot more fun. I can't make you squirm like this from across the table." He laughs quietly into my ear and I shiver from the hot breath it gives off. "You're adorable when you're flustered like this, you know. You should act like this more often." I can feel my face burning at what feels like the same temperature as the surface of the sun and am sure my ears are very similar.

Saeran can probably feel the heat radiating from my ear right now. I just want him to leave. Right? I can't help but feel... content, though, when he's this close. Yeah, when he's acting like a sexual predator. I'm sure that's exactly how you're supposed to feel; content.

He finally backs away and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. That always seems to happen when he gets ridiculously close to me. I can still feel his gaze on me. It burns a hole through the side of my head as it seems he can read my very thoughts. Saeran is staring at me intently while I try and catch my breath. After a minute or so, he speaks. "As you are so insistent on being in my presence, I'd love to work on the project on Saturday in the public library with you. However, this doesn't mean that the session at my house on Friday is cancelled. You just gave yourself less free time."

I nodded. "I'm aware, thanks." I feel relieved that I'm actually able to speak again. I don't want to make any more of a fool of myself in front of him. I don't care what he thinks of me, I just hate feeling helpless and controlled. He keeps doing that to me. Asshole.

"I'm glad you want to waste so much of your precious weekend time on me." He's smirking again. That smirk... I swear it never leaves his face.

"Yeah? Well, you're doing the same for me, with all of these ludicrous offers."

"Very true. Thank you for taking them, by the way." The smirk was replaced with another small and genuine smile. He sighed and wiped it off almost immediately. "You were right, you know. About me not knowing how to act around others." Saeran mumbled, but I caught it anyway. "I haven't made many friends. I just have ideas about friendship and other people from books and movies and tv and stuff. Sometimes I'd like to think... you're my friend. Are you?"

I don't know what's wrong with me today. Maybe I'm still flustered, or maybe I'm insane. Maybe I feel sorry for this kid and his multiple personalities. Despite whatever made me said it, my response shocked even myself. I smiled at him and said, "Yeah, Saeran. I'll be your friend."