𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜✨[✓]

࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

genre: fluff + angst, twitter au (some sort)

warnings: slight makeout

word count: 1175 words (excluding image)

You stared blankly at the screen. Park Seonghwa is going to confess to someone? That isn't exactly normal. He is practically known to reject many girls when they flirted with him. It has been a few years since you first ever saw Seonghwa. The last time you heard about him, it was when he was in a relationship. Unfortunately, the girl had broken with him. It was a huge thing back then. Sad part is, the girl was the popular girl and he was a mere normal boy who was trying to do well in school.

He was very sad throughout his whole healing journey. You had actually plucked up the courage and talk to him to make him feel better. The both of you even went out and had ice cream together as a little hangout session. You could consider yourself as one of his friend and he was forever grateful. As time passed, the social status changed between you and Seonghwa. Now you were considered one of the 'nerdy' ones. You'd now consider yourself Seonghwa's acquittance. 

As the finals and exams were rolling you up, you found yourself staying late at night to finish with homework and studying in the library. In reality, you were just an average student who did study hard but not till the peak hours. You didn't have much friends and just sticked to the close ones but today they all fell sick and it left you to be alone. You had watched multiple students enter the library and slowly leave one by one as time went by. Then, a figure stood by the chair in front of you, it was Seonghwa.

"Hey (name), right?" You looked up and nodded.

"Y-Yeah." Seonghwa scratched the crook of his neck. He seemed nervous.

"Wanna have lunch with me and my friends?" Seonghwa politely asked. You bit your lips nervously.

"Uh..i know it's umm bad to decline but i can't really go...Your fangirls might do something to me...and i don't want to risk it." You twirled your thumbs together under the table, lightly picking on the skin as it was a nervous habit that you did.