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

Becoming Comfortable

I don't know how to properly explain the look on his face. It was so... unnatural. At least for him. His eyes shined briefly and he reminded me of a child, really. I swear he must have multiple personalities. Saeran hadn't looked so... vulnerable before now. "Thanks, (Y/n). That means more than you know." He looks just like a little happy child. I'm a little confused...

He's NOT just a sassy and sarcastic asshole? Strange.

"Glad to help, I guess?" I turn back to my laptop, lifting the screen back up and continuing to write some of the essay on the shared document. 

I guess we're friends now... I don't fully trust him yet, though. He can change in an instant. I'm not afraid of him, anymore, though.

I tense when I feel his chin resting on the top of my shoulder. "Wh-what are you doing?" I felt my face get hot.

Shit... I hope he doesn't feel it too. He probably thinks I'm weird anyway because of my stuttering. I'm such an IDIOT.

"Reading what you're writing." I can feel the vibrations from his throat as he spoke. It felt STRANGE. But I'm not uncomfortable. Well, that's a lie. I AM uncomfortable, but it's because he's touching me. He's too close. But I don't dislike it, so to speak. What the hell is wrong with me?

"O-oh. Uh... Ok-kay." My mind suddenly goes blank. I'm painfully aware of his presence and the fact that he can read everything I'm writing. I shake off the feeling after a minute or so and continue typing. 

Fortunately for me, the bell rings, signalling the end of lunch. I quickly shut my laptop and start packing up, but Saeran is still on my shoulder. He was rather warm. I'm quite used to the feeling by now. It's kind of... Soothing. 

Saeran lifted his head from my shoulder and walked to the other side of the table to gather his things. My shoulder was noticeably colder without him and I let out a small sigh of discontent. It was barely audible, but he somehow still heard it. "Miss me already? It's been less than a minute." He lets out a short laugh and moves his gaze up from where he was straightening his books and papers on the table to me. 

"What? N-no." It seems that around him I'm always a lovely shade of firetruck red.

He's smirking again. "You really are cute when you're flustered, you know." I didn't know it was possible for me to get redder, yet here we are.

"W-well, bye. See you tomorrow." I quickly scoop up my stuff and weave between the bookshelves, hurrying to my next class.

He's making everything so complicated. When did I start caring so much about him? It's weird that he confessed that he likes spending time with me. Maybe he's joking? Yeah... Probably. He's just trying to make me uncomfortable. It was kinda nice when he was on my shoulder, though... STOP. That's not allowed. Thinking like that is bad. I can't get attached to Saeran. But he said we were friends... Maybe we are? We've known each other for like two days, and I know NOTHING about him. We aren't... Why am I spending so much time worrying about these things?

I arrive in my Chemistry classroom half a second before the bell, just barely saving myself from a detention.

Phew. That was close. 

I sit at my desk, still panting from when I rushed out of the library to the other side of the building. I shake my head, and with the shake goes all my thoughts about Saeran, at least for now. I'm focusing on Chemistry today.

~*~*~*~

I sigh as I unlock the front door, collapsing with my back against the now closed door. Home safe at last. The school day today was rather rough. 

I could use a snack. I deserve it. Maybe there's something in the fridge...

I open the fridge and take out an orange. I start to peel it when I see I have a text from Yoosung. 

That's strange... Yoosung is usually very busy. He doesn't talk to me too often.

Yoosung⭐️: Hey, (Y/n)! Just checking up on you. You haven't been at lunch so we've all been worried.

I smile. The entire RFA is really caring. I'm so lucky to have friends like them.

(Y/n): Thanks, Yoosung. I'm doing fine, just a little stressed because of this project. How are you holding up?

Yoosung⭐️: Suffering! School sucks ;-; I have so much work and haven't been getting any sleep.

(Y/n): That's because you're playing LOLOL instead of sleeping, eating, and doing homework lol 

Yoosung⭐️: WHY DOESN'T ANYONE UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE OBSESSED WITH A GAME ENOUGH FOR IT TO RUIN YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE?!

(Y/n): You need to control yourself. I have to go, but take care of yourself, Yoosung :) 

Yoosung⭐️: Alright, bye, (Y/n). You too :D

I finish peeling the orange and pop a slice of it in my mouth.

I don't have much homework again... I did most of it on the bus ride home. Maybe I could work on the project more? I don't want to go ahead without Saeran, though... I'll just work on the essay in the shared document. We only have about half a page done. If I write at least another page, we can worry about editing it together.

I go to the computer in the family room and log into my email so I can access the document. I then start typing. 

It's strange caring about English again. I'm kind of relieved, though. It's like I'm in middle school again. It's almost... fun now that I'm working with someone else. It may have to do with him being as much of a sarcastic asshole as I am. Who knows? We both enjoy Poe, too. He's rather interesting. It's fucked up, though. Poor guy went through a lot in his life. He lost a lot, and his writing was hugely affected. Ooh, that's helpful, I should write that down.

I'm typing for what seems like ages when I saw my phone light up. Someone is calling me...?