strangers | five x reader

chapter twelve

A/N: before y'all comment anything, five is still 13, even when he came back from the apocalypse. prepare to fangirl!

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my stomach started getting that feeling in it. like it's tickling me, but from the inside? i dunno i've never felt this before. but i knew it happened when i was around five. i slowly took my hand off of his and started playing with my fingers.

i tried to hide the fact that i was secretly dying inside. yet, i think he noticed. like, no matter how hard i tried to hide it, it's like he knew.

"what's wrong..?" five frowned.

"n-nothing." i crossed my arms.

"hey, you can tell me anything remember?" five exclaimed.

"can we talk about it? alone." i sighed.

"yeah, of course." five sat up and put his hand out.

he took my hand and took me to a window. which led to some sort of balcony like thing.

the stars were out tonight. so many of them.

once we sat down i looked up at the stars.

"so, what's wrong?" five said with a concerned tone.

"i.. i don't know how to explain it. it's like- whenever..."

i was clearly stumbling with my words.

"it's okay. take your time." five said while giving me a reassuring look.

i gave five a head nod.

"it's really hard to explain, but whenever i get... close to you i... i feel this feeling... in my stomach."

i tried to avoid making eye contact.

"my heart races when our hands touch, my face goes a shade of red when someone mentions you..."

i don't know if it was the ptsd, but i just couldn't finish my sentence. i just stood there in silence rubbing my arm, looking at the balcony floor. like the idiot i am.

"and... you haven't felt this feeling about anyone else ever." five softly said.

i looked up and stared into his evergreen eyes which so happened to be sparkling.

he stood up and the light of the stars gave away that he was also a shade of red.

"y/n, i know exactly what you're feeling."

"because... i feel it.. too."

as he was finishing his sentence he moved closer and closer. until we were just inches apart from each other's face.

the anticipation killed me.

after moments of silence five grabbed my face and smashed his lips into mine.

the scared feeling i had moments ago was gone.

i felt as if nothing could hurt me.

i felt as if we were the only people alive.

he pulled away and both of us were breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen.

i looked up at five, and he looked back at me.

he smiled.

but not any type of smile. the kind of smile where his dimple shines through his cheeks. you know five is truly feeling happy when his dimple is visible.

"i've.... never felt this way about anyone." five admitted.

"me too." i smiled.

both of our faces were light pink. we sat back down and looked at the stars together. i rested my head on his shoulder.

then he grabbed my hand. i didn't refuse of course.

so there we were. holding hands, head resting on his shoulder.

i think i can speak for both five and i when i say,

we both know what the meaning of love is.