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

More Talk than Work

He's been so honest with me so far, but there's still so much he isn't telling me. Someone hurt Saeran before? Who could have broken his trust that much? I want to ask him, but that's too nosy, even for me. I'll just pretend I didn't hear him.

"You alright, (Y/n)? You've just been staring at the screen for a while now."

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm perfectly fine." 

Damnit. Now he knows. A simple 'I'm okay' would have sufficed, dipshit.

A shadow briefly crosses his face, but it is gone before I can identify the emotions behind it. "Alright then. Hey, I saw the extra work on the essay. You did all that yourself last night?"

I blush a little and nod.

"It needs some work. I'll take a look at it, but don't get your hopes too high on that much of it staying."

The blushing stopped pretty damn quick.

There he is. I was wondering when he'd go back to being a dick.

"Of course. Wouldn't expect anything less from you, asshat." I quite like the nickname. I think it suits him. Plus, it pisses him off whenever I use it.

"Why didn't you ask me before adding all of that, by the way?"

"It's my project, too," I retort. "You don't have to ask my permission for anything, so why should I ask you?"

He rolled his eyes. "You could have texted or called me or SOMETHING. We could have worked on it together, dumbass."

"Well, SORRY for not wanting to bother you about something so insignificant."

Saeran looks up at me, amused. "You mean the project? That's literally the only reason why we're talking."

I roll my eyes. "No, asshat, the fact that I was actually working on the project. I don't know why you had to bring up it being the reason we met in the first place. And besides, it was late at night. I doubt you'd want to take a phone call or read a text to do with English homework at 10:45 PM."

He smirked at me. What else is new, honestly? "Aw, did I hit a nerve? And you have no idea what I was doing. I was awake that late."

I glare down at him. "If it helps you sleep at night, sure, you can think so." I scrunch up my face. "But why were you up that late? You should be asleep by then."

The smirk was briefly replaced with a shocked expression. "Are you... Worrying about me?"

I felt the color rise into my cheeks like a helium balloon. "NO! I mean, yes. I mean, we're friends now so I have t-to worry, r-right?"

Saeran mumbles something incoherent and looks back at his computer.

I wish I hadn't said that out loud... We barely know each other. 

I let out an exasperated breath and check the time. We still have ten minutes of the lunch period left. Presumably ten minutes of awkward silence. Great. I look forward to it. My typing resumes as I continue writing the essay, only to stop after a few dozen words. Saeran left a note.

'I'm sorry for being such a dick. Thanks for worrying about me. It's nice to know that at least someone cares for my health.' 

My blush darkens. I quickly glance at him to see his cheeks are slightly pink as well. 

He's just like you. He's normal and has feelings. Just a regular human.

Seeing that gives me the confidence to delete his message and reply.

'Don't worry about it, asshat. But you really should take care of yourself better.'

I can practically hear him rolling his eyes in the silence. 'You sound like a mother.'

I giggle out loud and look back at him. Saeran has that small, genuine smile on his face once again. His hair covers his face mostly, due to the way he's looking up at me, but I can just barely make out his still-pink cheeks.

He has a sensitive side, too. Never would have guessed it in a million years. He looks kinda cute. Like a little kid, still full of innocence.

I turn back to my laptop, deleting his message. 'Damn right. Now get your work done.'

Saeran laughs. It sounds so genuine. I close my eyes. 

It's a shame he doesn't laugh more. It sounds so nice.

When I open my eyes again I find he deleted my reply without me noticing. 'Yes, ma'am'. I jump when I notice the figure suddenly sitting across the table.

"Calm your tits. It's just me. The floor got kind of uncomfortable after a while."

I roll my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock. It's the fucking floor."

"Good point." He starts typing again, and I follow suit. 

This project isn't going as bad as I thought it would. I'm kind of glad to be spending some time with him. Saeran's surprisingly relevant. I'm glad I met him. Strange how we never would have become friends if not for English class. Ironic. 

I shake my head, my thoughts finally processing.

What the hell has gotten into me? He's a stranger. S-T-R-A-N-G-E-R. Though he has a human side, he has a creepy one as well. Saeran is unpredictable. I shouldn't be worrying or caring about him this much.

That one little voice in the back of my head decided now would be a good time to speak up. 

But you do.

WHAT? NO I DO NOT!

Yes you do! It sounded so teasing. It can't be my own...? You care about him. The faster you admit it, the faster you'll be able to take your relationship to the next level.

The fuck do you mean 'next level'? We have a PROJECT to do. There IS NO 'next level.' After this we won't ever need to speak again.

You're friends now. He wouldn't just stop speaking to you. Besides, you have his number. You could always text him. It's not like he has a social life. I'm sure you could get a hold of him easily.

Man. The voice inside my head is an asshole.

I guess, but what if-

I'm finally shaken from my original thoughts when I feel a light touch on the back of my hand, which was resting on the keyboard. I tense a little at the sudden contact.

"(Y/n)? The bell just rang. You zoned out a bit. Are you alright?" Saeran tried to keep a straight face, but his eyes showed worry. I relaxed a bit and nodded. I've somehow grown used to his touch. He doesn't seem to have, though. If he was really isolated that long, I don't blame him for being uncomfortable around another human.

"Okay, well, get your stuff together for your next class. Do you need any help?" He was talking so softly. It was kind of unsettling.

"I'm good. Don't worry about me. Nice isn't the best color on you." I say, regaining my composure. His face flushes red. I don't know if it's from anger or embarrassment, or a little bit of both.

"Fuck you." He mumbles. 

"That's better." I wink, taking my things and weaving between the bookshelves before I could see his reaction. With that, I began my journey to Chemistry.

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