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Thanks, Neighbour! | E.s

Thanks, neighbour! | e.s

You guys had always been rivals but was this another cliché rivals to lovers story?

pairing: the boyz eric x reader

genre: fluff + humour

word count: 1.5k

warnings: minor curses

leona was listening to this while writing: blossom by b/t and matthew ifield

i tried my best to input humour into the story but we’ll see… story begins under the image!

Ending the last note of the song he composed, cheers and claps erupted from your fellow classmates whilst you can only stare daggers at the smiling boy. Oh, how he made you so mad. Every single song he played seemed like it was curated by angels or something. Your teacher was showering him with compliments about how each note blended well together and was played with extreme fluency. You were honestly holding yourself back from the strong urge to roll your eyes.

His name was Sohn Youngjae or more people recognized him as Eric, the popular music major. You guys go way back to elementary days where times were much simpler and you weren’t constantly at each other's throats. The competition started to arise between the two of you when you guys both announced that you wanted to major in music in the future. Since then, you guys have been composing songs and always showing the other works which were obviously much better than the previous works.

However, Eric managed to take a step forward before you and was chosen to be the president of music class which made the teacher favor him more. Curse his good looks for adding on to the factor of favoritism.

“See, Y/n, that’s how you compose a song for a historical drama,” Mrs Park said, emphasising on your name as she announced the class. You had your arms crossed as you pouted towards the floor. Couldn’t she cut you some slack? You messed up just this once because you thought they asked for a horror movie piece. You were tired and drowsy, okay? Even without looking at Eric, you could feel the cocky aura radiating from him and you were sure he was smirking over your hunched figure right then.

“Alright, class dismissed! Continue working on the piano piece I asked you guys to memorise, we’ll be going over that in the next lesson,” Mrs Park shouted as she waved you guys off. You swore she was your least favorite teacher now. Just as you were about to exit the class, someone spun you around by your shoulders, a yelp escaping your lips.

“Eric, 1, Y/n, 0,” He said, smirking and even gesturing the numbers using his fingers. “Just watch, Eric, I’ll compose a way better piece next time!” You stormed out the classroom, fury building up in you that you missed what Eric muttered under his breath, “Hm, she’s cute when she’s mad,” amused by you.

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Setting your electric guitar down by the side of your bed, you plopped down onto your bed, sighing and massaging your fingers after the two or three songs you played earlier on. About to doze off to sleep, your phone suddenly pinged, signaling a notification. It was from that annoying kid.

‘those songs you played were nice but this song i’m about to play is way better’ As soon as you read the message you could hear music coming from upstairs. Well, what can I say? Your college was on a budget and they just couldn’t pay more money to make the walls thicker it seems.

As the melody of the electric guitar sped on, you recognized the familiar tune of ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ by Nirvana. You shook your head at his way of egging you on and picked your phone to reply to him.

‘really? a classic? why don’t you play an original like what i’m gonna do. right. now.’ You could hear that he stopped playing the guitar to look at your text and that was your cue to pick up your electric guitar and go crazy on your freestyle which turned out way better than you thought it would.

He shot back with an original of his with the volume cranked up higher than before. “Take that, shorty!” He screamed down to his floor where you heard every syllable clearly. You cupped your hands around your mouth about to shout back in anger when your neighbour beside you shouted, causing you to pause, eyes widened as she strung out curses at the two of you for being so loud at 10 in the evening. Your phone chimed yet again, causing you to glance down.

‘i know you couldn’t beat that’ Eric was stirring the pot even further! He’s gonna get it from you one day. But, for now, you couldn’t lose that easily. You typed a few words and tossed your phone onto the table ‘i could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a better song than that’

You picked up your guitar, determination building up in your eyes and you went all out.. Well, not for long. “For God’s sake, shut up!!”

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That was how you guys ended up in a jail cell, in the nearby police station.. The same neighbour had filed a complaint for noise pollution. Well, she was for sure going to be a karen when she grows up. You sat in the furthest corner of the makeshift cell while Eric was on the opposite side of the cell.

“Well, this is a nice change of scenery,” You uttered, looking around the police station, only having two or three cops since it was already late at night. “It’s a jail cell.” He laughed at you in disbelief, a look of bewilderment painted across his face. “I was being sarcastic, you idiot.”

“Oh.”

Sighing to yourself, you rested your head against your knees. You could’ve been catching up on your Grey’s Anatomy series right about now if you weren’t so competitive earlier on. You should’ve not minded his childish antics and be the better person in the situation.

“You know, we wouldn’t have been here if it was you!” You spoke in a hushed whisper so that the police officers wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation. “Stop putting all the blame on me!” He fired back. “Well, I wouldn’t be if you weren’t the one who landed us right in jail! Oh my God, if I get demerit points, this is all on you!”

“Is it that bad to be in a cell with me?” His sudden question broke your train of rants as you looked at him in shock. It really threw you off guard. “W-what? Don’t you hate me as well? What happened to being music rivals, hm?” You didn’t answer his question and asked him something else which he obviously took notice of but Eric felt that this was the perfect time to do what he had been wanting to do for so long.

Well, not perfect literally, but figuratively. The timing was right and he obviously didn’t plan to confess in a police station. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t write songs thinking about you 24/7, you were the one who made this a sudden competition when actually I never hated you in the first place,” He explained, sending you into a frenzy of thoughts. He wrote songs about you?

“Y/n, I’ve liked you since middle school! Damn, you’re pretty dense sometimes, huh?” What he was jokingly saying made you see him in a different light. It was cheesy but that was exactly how you felt. Has he always been this charming?

“I guess.. I mistook the feelings in me for hatred against you. It’s just you seem to write these pieces so effortlessly, how could I not envy you?” You started making sense of your feelings. “Well, what can I say? You’re my muse,” He chuckles, grabbing your hands.

You didn’t pull away and instead you just looked him in the eye and he stared right back. The feelings of butterflies in your stomach were too strong to be pushed down and be locked in a small box, you couldn’t deny the feelings you had for him anymore, could you?

You broke out into a small fit of giggles and all Eric could do was laugh along with you when all of a sudden the jail cell’s door was unlocked and in came an officer who cleared his throats. They had called Sangyeon, Eric’s cousin, to come get you guys since it was only a warning. He was waiting outside and Eric pulled you by the wrist.

“I think if I were to spend another minute in that small jail cell, I would pass out, now come on, I’ll show you the song I wrote for you in my dorm,”

So, yes, this was another cliché rivals to lovers story.

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