non-requested// based off of the most aesthetically pleasing song on shawnâs new album. idk how but it just is, fight me please.Â
authorâs note// im slowly gonna do all of his songs off of the album.... yeah :// also the little line things are perspective changes.Â
masterlist || preference masterlist
You looked at your phone and saw yet another text from Shawn. It wasnât like he bugged you a lot, itâs just he took every chance he could find to get into contact, or meet up with you.
You had a one night stand and promised to keep in touch, and for the most part you did. But you were absolutely terrified of starting something with someone so fucking amazing, like Shawn. He was this star studded guy, with a chiseled jawbone, and button up shirts that fit him as if God had sent them just for him, which was a plausible concept. When Shawn gave you his number, you didnât think much of it. No celebrity is that perfect, and you had met more than plenty to say you had a reasonable grip on them, working as a celebrity travel coordinator and all. Even all of the Kpop stars who acted as if they were complete robots on television sometimes werenât even close to as pristine and perfect as they seemed. Shawnâs company had just hired you last minute to coordinate travel plans for Shawnâs Japanese leg of his tour. He was beautiful and perfect, and he asked you for drinks, and in all honesty it was fuzzy. You just remember thinking.
Holy fuck, I cannot fall for this man. You cannot for those beautiful eyes, and the way that he laughs at even the stupidest of jokes that you make, and the way that he blows the stray curls out of his eyes, and fuck.
You tried, and you tried to forget what it felt like to be tangled up in his rather perfect body, and what his moans sound like, and you couldnât help but wonder what it would sound like if he said I love you.Â
You didnât even open the message, tossed your phone to the side of your bed, and groaned out loud. You shouldnât be feeling this way. You canât fall in love, especially not with a guy who gets more and more perfect everytime you text. You canât let him know that maybe, just maybe, you arenât as perfect as you led on when you first met. You have quirks, and imperfections, you love reading classic novels, and you sleep with your socks on, and love supernatural horror but cannot stomach any sort of true crime. You couldnât let him know that you werenât as put together as you led everyone to believe. What would this beautiful perfect man think if he knew you cried during every episode of Greyâs Anatomy where there were shitty parents or gay couples being kept apart? Or that you are expected to keep all of the travel plans of A-List celebrities, mostly Japanese like yourself, in order but your bedroom is an absolute disaster, but your bookshelf is strictly color coded. Shawn wasnât like that, his quirks made him much more likeable.Â
If you answered that text, and gave in, everything could fall into place, but that gave it an opportunity to fall completely out of place.Â
Iâm not sure if you have plans tonight, iâm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and maybe i could fly over to your place tonight? Iâm really sorry, i just cannot get you off of my mind.Â
He sent it. He sent the message he had been dying to ever since he found out it was possible to fly all the way to Japan and see you. He sat in his hotel room in South Korea, after one hell of a show, where there were hundred of girls that would have easily thrown themselves at him. But all he could think about was your beautiful, soft porcelain skin and your sweet smile the entire time. He wanted to hate himself for being so taken by you after only meeting one another once and texting on and off for a couple of months.Â
He had hinted a large number of times that he wanted to see you, even times when it was more than possible to, times while you were within single digit miles of one another, but you always brushed it off. He was so confused with himself, that he hadnât just given up, he would have with any other girl, just moved on to the next one, find someone who wanted him. But, like he said in that all-bearing text, he just could not get you off of his mind.Â
You were smart, and quick, and snorted sometimes when you laughed. You used only three emojis, being the cowboy emoji, the sideways crazy eye tongue emoji, and the coffee cup emoji, and you were very strict on those rules. He felt like he was definitely in the âfalling deep in loveâ process, and he would gladly say he was ready.Â
He had never met someone like you, ever. And he thanked his lucky stars they hired your service to coordinate travel. Because ever since, he hasnât seen anyone else the way he sees you, and he was more than ready see you and only see you. He just sat there, staring at his phone screen, hoping you would give him the go. Hoping that you would show him that it was more than a one night stand you felt guilty about and kept in contact with. That you were willing to fall in love with him, his flaws and exposed heart and all.Â
Ten minutes pass, and then fifteen.Â
Excuses didnât do much, and excuses made it worse. You werenât asleep or working, you didnât want to see him. You didnât feel the same. You didnât constantly think of him the same way that he thought about you. You didnât want what he wanted, and fuck? Was he going to cry? He couldnât cry, over a girl he put everything out there for and she si-
He was interrupted by a bing on his phone that he literally jumped to get.Â
well, i sure donât have plans and if i did i would cancel them.
He smiled to himself, but then another text came in.Â
get on that plane, mendes.
authorâs note// my talents include binge eating, political rage rants, having the last word, procrastination, and implicating POC readers!!!!
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