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

Sorting Out Emotions

I jump when I hear the dryer buzz, waking up Saeran as I did so. 

"Huh?" He's obviously disoriented, rubbing his eyes as he sits up.

Shit. We both fell asleep.

I glance over at him. "S-sorry."

I stand up and stretch, turning around to open and sift through the dryer.

"I think we fell asleep. We must have been tired." I murmur, still searching for the sweatshirt.

"Yeah, no shit." Saeran yawns. "I slept in a chair last night."

"Sorry about that."

He leans his head against my leg, causing me to tense up. "Whatever. I'm going back to sleep." He murmurs, wrapping his arms around my leg.

I finally find the sweatshirt and throw it at him. "Here."

"Hey!" He lets go of my leg, sitting up again. I laugh at the sight of his face covered with the blue fabric.

Saeran pulls the sweatshirt off of his face and examines it, recognizing that it belonged to him.

"You can go home now. Better call Saeyoung."

"Seems you can't wait to get rid of me, princess. And here I was thinking we had something special." Saeran stands, wrapping his arms around me again.

"You seem awfully attached, then. I've seen you every single day this week and I'll end up seeing you tomorrow, too, you know."

He rests his chin on top of my head. "Yeah, but not alone." Saeran mutters.

"What does it matter if we're alone or not?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone else but you."

I grab a small laundry basket and start filling it with clothes from the dryer. "Why not? I told you it's not healthy to have no one else to talk to."

"I don't trust other people very easily. And I want to talk to you. Talking to you is fun. You understand me."

I grab the basket and walk into my room, starting to fold and put away the clothes. Saeran follows me, watching my every move closely from the doorway. "You may not trust easily, but you seem to trust me pretty readily and easily."

He frowns. "I thought you'd be honored, princess."

"I am. But you should at least raise your hand in class tomorrow, shouldn't you? SOMETHING. Your participation grade probably is suffering because of your situation."

"You honestly think that matters to me? My grades won't matter after high school is over."

"Depends on the college you go to or want to go to."

Saeran sighs. "I hate when you're right."

I laugh. "I'm always right."

"Debatable." He smirks.

I raise an eyebrow. "What did I say about challenging me? I'm VERY competitive." 

Saeran shrugs, refusing to speak. 

I turn back to the clothes in front of me, continuing to fold. A thought crosses my mind, and I falter a moment. "What exactly are we?" I face him, the shock on his face evident.

"What?"

"Are we a... thing now?"

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "I... I don't know. How do these things usually work?"