Laura

summary: it took you nine times to realize the person you need the most, is already by your side.

 pairing: reader x younghun aka brian aka young k

genre: bestfriend!au, angst, fluff

word count: 7,525

A/N: Here it is my first non-BTS fic. please be nice to me hahaha

“What do you want?” Younghyun asks as he turns away from the cashier to look at you, but quickly shakes his head as he remembers that it’s you and your coffee order never changes.

You roll your eyes at the way the girl behind the counter turns fiver different shades of pink as Younghyun smiles at her before ordering drinks for the two of you, “Can we get a 16 oz quad shot iced americano and a 12 oz iced vanilla latte, please?”

Your best friend reaches around to take his wallet out of his back pocket but you quickly stop him, “No way! You paid last time! And I still owe you for pizza!”

He wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion, “When did I buy you pizza?”

“Last weekend after your show.”

“I did?”

You nod, remembering the drunken stupor the two of you had gotten into after his show. You were surprised that the people inside the pizza joint let the two of you in, considering the condition you were both in.

You wave him off, flicking your wrist back and forth, “Move, so I can pay.”

He remains in place, unfolding the black leather and pulling out his debit card, “Here you go!”

You take a step towards him, bumping his hip with yours hard enough to cause him to take several steps sideways, his card dropping to the floor of the coffee shop. You flash a smile at him before handing your money over to a now disheartened cashier who reluctantly takes the bills from your hands, assuming the two of you were a couple and she no longer had a chance.

“You’re ridiculous,” Younghyun scoffs, looking around the coffee shop to see if anyone had seen your inner hockey player come out.

“Whatever, you love me,” you tease, walking over to the table where the rest of your friends were waiting.

After only a few steps you realize that Younghyun isn’t behind you, his feet still planted in the spot you had moved him from. There was an unreadable look on his face that only lasted a second as your eyes locked on each other. The familiar smile returning to his face as he finally joins you and the two of you take your seat around the crowded table.

I very much enjoy socialising

With the right people

At the right moments

Shout out to extreme introverts like myself

You’re all totally cool and its okay if

You don’t speak to people for days/weeks

You are emotionally unavailable more often than not

You have very few friends

You are mentally ill

You are autistic, adhd, or have downs syndrome

You have anxiety (note: anxiety induced isolation & isolation due to introversion are 2 different things)

You go through phases where you are extremely introverted and phases where you are less introverted, you are extroverted, or somewhere in between

You spend your alone time doing things that aren’t considered productive by society’s standards

You don’t like most people, don’t keep many friends, and/or don’t keep close friends

Interact socially mostly through social media, calling, and/or texting

Don’t go out very much, or only go out by yourself

Don’t like parties, concerts, or other places where there are lots of people

I want to fall in love.

When I say this, I mean it in the deepest and most intricate way possible. I am a romantic at heart. Since forever, I’ve watched romances and read love stories, and since forever, an intense yearning has burned in my heart.

I want to fall in love.

I cannot stand the way relationships work in society today. We text, we don’t even go on a date before you ask me out, and then you expect me to kiss you, and the expectations just keep growing. Where is the romance? Where is the love? I don’t want a mere relationship.

I want to fall in love.

What happened to long letters and Polaroid pictures; what happened to shyly peeking at one another through the shelves of an old bookstore? What happened to nervous laughter, to first dates where we start out full of anxiety and wind up sitting in the diner talking until closing time about the world and our dreams and everything in between? What happened to shy smiles and sweaty palms and holding hands and I’m not even that cold but you’re wrapping your jacket around my shoulders anyway? What happened to blushing confessions and sweet first kisses and taking things slow? What happened to falling in love?

I want to fall in love.

I do not want to dive head first into the sad excuse that society calls love today. I want you to spend time with me and talk with me for hours and respect me and tell me your dreams. I want you to throw pebbles at my window at 3AM because you know I’m awake and you miss me. I don’t want jewelry and new clothes; I want flowers you picked from the side of the road because they’re my favorite and as soon as you saw them, you just had to stop the car for them. I want a cute little stuffed animal you saw in the store and bought because koalas remind you of me and it was only a dollar and you just had to give it to me. I want cute little sticky notes placed in my books because you know I overwhelm myself and seeing them will make me relax and take a breath. I want to write you a million letters and take a million pictures of you and of us. I want to trace the lines of your hands with my fingertips like the map of our future until I know the paths by heart. I want to curl up late at night with only the light of the lamp and you next to me as we take turns reading aloud to one another and you fall asleep to the sound of my voice. I want the soft things, the sweet things, the gentle things, the little things.

I want to fall in love.

And when I know all of the small things about you, and when I’ve begun to enjoy your company even more than my own, and when I cannot count the times we’ve laughed together on both hands, and when the constant sense of loneliness that plagues my heart begins to fade, and when I finally begin to truly trust you and try my hardest to open up to you, you’ll begin to understand what I mean when I say

Ravenclaw: Me too!