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Imagine: Through the glasses

Characters: whipped!Lucas x insecure!reader

Genre: Fluff Fluff FLUFF!, slight!Angst, Hurt & Comfort, maybe crack as well :D ...oh and cheesy :')

Word Count: 3.705

Summary: Just a short story about Lucas being whipped for you 100/7. Period.

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You awkwardly adjust your glasses and try to dig your face deeper into the book you have been reading as you feel an unwavering stare. However, five minutes have passed and the person is still looking at you. You clear your throat in discomfort. After a long moment of awkward silence, you open your mouth and give your best to prevent yourself from stuttering in nervousness.

"C-could you please stop staring at me, W-Wong Yukhei?" You slap yourself inwardly.

Said person smiles brightly upon hearing your voice even though you have spoken in a really soft, almost inaudible voice.

"Call me Lucas, Y/N, Lucas sounds cooler and more badass," he grins and leans back into his chair while crossing his legs to make a cool pose. But when he realizes that you aren't even looking, he pouts and puts his head on the table next to you and continues staring at you again.

"Wong Yuk--"

"Lucas," he interrupts you with a cheeky grin.

"..."

You stay silent for a minute and glance at him briefly before letting out a sigh.

"Fine, Lucas, you are making me uncomfortable, could you stop staring at me?" As usual, you keep your voice low and soft to prevent others from hearing you because you don't like your own voice. What you don't know is that everytime Lucas hears you speak, his heart would make a crazy flip and he can't help but feel all giddy inside and out.

"Okay," he happily replies and looks away as you have requested. He takes out a mirror and holds it in front of his face. It's not surprising that he has something like that with him because everyone knows how much he cares for his looks at all times.

However, no one actually knows the real reason.

Lucas tilts the mirror slightly so that he can see your face in the mirror and smiles blissfully.

Yes. He keeps a mirror around not only for checking his hair and face but mostly because he wants to keep looking at you when you don't let him - just like right now. 'I am indeed a genius muHAHAHA,' he thinks and nods to himself proudly.

Feeling a bit awkward, you decide to move to another place and read in peace.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Lucas calls and scurries after you. You turn around and instinctively touch the frame of your black glasses. You feel protected and hidden when you wear your glasses, it is as if you are looking through a window or a screen because of the frames and it makes you feel a tad bit more secure because it makes you feel like you aren't an actual part of the world behind these thin glasses.