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

The Blue Hoodie

I back up against the desk. "N-no. I can't walk around with a... a... THING on my neck! What will people think?"

Saeran raises his eyebrow. "That you're a normal teenager?" He takes a step closer, and I curse inside my head, wishing I could move away before he did something reckless again.

"Or that I'm a slut." I lift my glasses, pressing my palms into my eyes and groaning. "Damn it. WHY did you have to do something so insane?"

A shadow crosses his face. "Don't call yourself that." 

My glasses land back down on my nose and I glance up at him, confused. "Huh?"

"Don't call yourself a slut! I don't want to see you talk bad about yourself. No one will think that's what you are, so you don't think it either."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

"And I'm serious."

I sigh. "Fine. But that doesn't fix this issue."

Saeran returns my sigh and leaves me to walk to the other side of the room, one I haven't been to before.

I breathe, knowing he wasn't right near me, and take a step away from the desk, turning back towards it and gluing another square. Might as well get some work done now that Saeran is done distracting me. 

I start on another one when I feel a warmth across my shoulders. I jump a little and notice unfamiliar blue fabric. "Wha-?"

"It's an old sweatshirt of mine from when I was little. I never really wore it, so you can have it, if you want. At least, you can wear it home so Saeyoung doesn't notice anything strange."

"Won't he recognize the sweatshirt?" 

Saeran shakes his head. "I wore it only once or twice, so I doubt it." He smiles a little. "Blue wasn't really my color." He gestures to his red and black attire. 

I meet his gaze. "Thank you."

He blushes. "D-don't worry about it."

That side of him seems to be rarer. It's adorable.

I put my arms through the sleeves of his hoodie and zip it up. It's a bit big, but I'm alright with that. The bigger it is, the more comfortable it is. This particular one has a lot of fabric around the 'hood area', so it was easy to be distracted from the mark. "I think this will work." I sigh.

I continue with working on the presentation of the posterboard until I feel his presence next to me. "Want to help?" I glance over at him. 

Saeran nods, and I gesture to a second glue stick I found. He begins doing some work for himself.

After a lot of hesitating and debating, I finally gather the courage to ask him. "Where did you learn to do... you know... that?"

I hear him stop moving but continue to just focus on the square in front of me. "Uh... N-nowhere."

I look over at him again. "You're obviously lying, Mr. I'm-Socially-Inept. I thought we said no more secrets, hm?"

I'm only kidding, but I hope he takes it seriously. "Fine." Saeran sighs. Success!

"I told you I did my homework. After last night I... researched... this sort of stuff."

I raise my eyebrow at him, though he pays me no heed and continues to focus fully on the glue. "Why?"

"Because I still had no experience. I also didn't know if you were mad at me."

I tap his arm lightly, hoping to get his attention. Saeran meets my eyes. "Why would I be mad at you?" I ask softly. It's a legitimate question. I wasn't the victim last night.

He hesitates. "I just sat there like a log. I didn't know what I was doing. I was worried you'd think I didn't like you and get pissed and leave me or something."

"I'd never do that. It's not your fault. You were confused." I break eye contact to continue gluing, but I still feel his gaze burning into the side of my face.

"Really?"

I glance over at him again, a questioning look on my face. "Really what?"

"You wouldn't leave me?"

"No, not because of something ridiculously minor like that." I shake my head. 

I freeze in place when Saeran's arms envelop me in a hug from the side. "Thank you." He whispers. His forehead is against my temple.

Placing the glue stick on the desk, I turn towards him, our foreheads meeting this time. After a moment, I return the hug and move my head to his shoulder. "Don't mention it." I mumble into his jacket. I know he heard me anyways.

After pulling away, I continue working on the original task. We're over halfway done at this point.

"So..." I start with a smirk. "We still on for after the project is done? You've gotten my interest, you know."

"If you'll let me. I know you didn't really want the hickey."

My head snaps up and I glare at him "SH! Don't say it out loud! And don't call it that." I pause a second, rethinking if I wanted to say the next sentence at all. "Who said I didn't want it? It was... nice."

Saeran meets my gaze and smirks again. "No one. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud." 

I blush again and return my focus to the project. It seems more like a hindrance now than ever, ironically. It's what brought Saeran and I together and is now what's holding us back from getting physically closer right now. I wonder if he has similar feelings? I doubt it. Saeran is a complicated person. He's basically bipolar, as well as unable to function in social environments. Normally, that would concern me, but today, I don't think of it too much. 

I glue the last piece on my side into place and cap my gluestick. "You can do the rest yourself. I already did most of it anyways, and the rest are on your side of the posterboard, closer to where you're standing at the desk."

He pouts and I laugh a little. "Don't complain. After this is over, you can show me what you've learned, you know." 

His pout morphs into a smirk. "Damn, it feels great hearing you say those words out loud. It makes it real."

I smile to myself. "It feels great saying them."

I'm willing to wait however long he needs for him to finish. I just hope it's sooner rather than later.

AN UNEXPECTED THIRD CHAPTER? Yeah, fell behind a week or so ago and am trying to catch up haha. These shouldn't come too often, so your eyes get a break. We could also call this a special thank you for 1k reads, but this isn't very well-written and is kind of rushed. I'm sorry about that. Have a nice night.