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

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What if he doesn't want to see me? I don't know. He might just want to be left alone. 

I hesitate in front of the bookcase separating me from the table. The table we worked on the project at. The table I became familiar with over the past week. 

If Saeyoung sent me, he probably doesn't want to be alone... Right? Too late now. 

I take a deep breath and step around the bookcase, revealing... An empty table. 

Shit. He's not here.

"I thought you were with the RFA." I hear a voice behind me, and spin around. His arms are crossed and he's leaning against the bookcase. Effectively blocking my only exit. IF I wanted to escape. Which I don't.

"I was looking for you." I step forward, staring up at him. 

Saeran doesn't flinch as I get closer. "Why? You were with them. Weren't you happy?" His voice is laced with annoyance and his words are poison.

"I was worried. I didn't want you to eat lunch alone." I smile and reach up to brush the bangs out of his eyes, but he leans away. My smile vanishes.

"Why didn't you stay with me, then?" 

"Because they're my friends. I care about them, Saeran."

"You care about me, too, don't you?"

"I do. But though you are very special to me, and you are, you aren't the only person in my life."

"I'd pick you over other people, why wouldn't you pick me?"

I glare up at him. "Because I TALK to other people. You only talk to me and your brother. I wish you made more friends."

He glares back. "My personal life is none of your business. Why do you care if I make friends or not? Aren't girlfriends supposed to be jealous of their boyfriends hanging out with other people?"

I sigh. "You made your personal life my business when we started dating. I just want what's best for you. Why can't you just trust me? You get jealous every time I mention the RFA-"

"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" 

We get a loud "SHHHH!" from the librarian.

"I'm not jealous." Saeran repeats quietly.

I laugh. "You get possessive of me whenever I spend time with other people or my friends. Sounds like jealousy to me."

"I'm. NOT. Jealous." He repeats again, glaring at me.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing. I'm kind of glad you are."

His facial expression softens. "Really? Why?"

"It shows you want me around." I reach up and toy with his choker out of habit. "I'm flattered, actually." I smirk.

"Well, if we're supposed to be jealous, why aren't you jealous about me?"

I laugh again. "Like I said, you only talk to me and your brother. There's no one else for me to be jealous of."

"Oh. Right."

I giggle and lean up to peck his lips. "You're such a dork."

His face lights up pink at the unexpected kiss and I giggle again. "Wh-what was that for?"

It's cute when he stutters because he doesn't do it often. It makes me feel like I'm doing something right.

"Because you're being cute."

The pink dusted on his cheeks spreads and darkens. "N-no, I'm not."

I laugh. "You're stuttering."