Somin & Jiwoo (KARD) x Male Reader
⚠️Smut Warning⚠️, Angst, & Fluff
Somin's POV
"Okay," I put my hands onto Jiwoo's desk in her room. "This is a good plan."
She nodded then we first bumped. I smiled as I looked at the picture of Y/n that was in the yearbook last year.
"Now that I look at him," Jiwoo spoke. "He's so cute."
"I know right," I agreed. "He's such an Oppa."
I bit my lip as I looked at the picture. Jiwoo stood up then put the yearbook back on her shelf.
"I can't believe we've bullied him since freshman year," she turned to me. "We're juniors almost seniors. How could we cause him that much pain Jiwoo?"
"I don't know," I cleaned of her desk. "But we're going to fix it."
She nodded then hugged me.
"I hope this works," I nodded into her shoulder.
We walked to her window then looked out. We saw Y/n in his backyard considering he lived next to us alone.
We stared as he fiddled with his fingers. My heart ached as we saw a tear fall down his cheek. I wanted to hug him tight right now.
"It sucks we can't do anything for him right now," Jiwoo sighed sadly.
"Let's make him food and take it to him," I suggested.
Her eyes light up then she nodded. We ran to her kitchen before starting to cook.
Y/n's POV
"What am I supposed to do?" I sighed into my hands. "I should just give up dancing. I'm dying soon, it doesn't make since to hold onto a stupid dream."
I grabbed a rock then threw it at the glass bottle sitting on a stool. I stood up then walked into the house.
"Why did I have to fall for the meanest girls in my school?" I plopped onto the couch.
There was a knock on my door making me groan. I stood up then walked to open the door only to find Somin and Jiwoo.
"I-I don't have any money," I looked away from them.
"That's okay," I looked up to see Somin smiling brightly at me. "Here Oppa."
I was handed a ceramic bowl. It was slightly cold making my body shiver.
"W-What's th-this for?" I asked scared.
"Cold noodles with vegetables," Jiwoo smiles next. "As a sort of peace offering."
"I don't know what or why you're doing this," I handed back the bowl. "But I don't need your pity. I'm just a dead man walking and I'm fine with that."
Somin's POV
Y/n slammed the door shocking Jiwoo and I. We looked at each other before I knocked on the door again.
"What do you want?" He opened the door again. "I get it okay? I'm a loser and all you two want is to humiliate me. Fine then, walk all over me. It's what you're good at anyways."
"Oppa," I spoke. "We're sorry. We didn't know your life and we can't explain how sorry we are. Please forgive us."
I saw him looking to Jiwoo and I cautiously. I held the bowl back to him making him take it softly. I smiled lightly.
"I can't just forgive you guys," he whispered. "It really hurt to be treated like that."
Jiwoo and I looked at him ashamed. We both showed him pleading eyes as he shuffled his feet.
