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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 - 𝐨𝐧-𝐣𝐨

[ all of us are dead ] on-jo x reader

- the small group that consist of on-jo, cheong-san and reader enjoy their time together, well, mostly on-jo and y/n.

y/n l/n

- male!reader - he/him pronouns

jungkook { bts } - still with you

warnings; none!

lets say cheong-san doesn’t have a crush on on-jo ( SORRY CHEONG-SAN )

on-jo ate her food, until the doorbell rang.

“It’s cheong-san and y/n.”

on-jo’s dad looked at the direction towards the door.

“they’re always on time.”

“bye, dad.”

on-jo said, standing up and grabbing her bag,

“hey, have another bite, okay?” 

on-jo was already walking towards the door.

“yah, kid! are you okay!?”

-

on-jo opened the door and exited, closing the door behind her, seeing y/n munching on a piece of bread and playing on his phone while leaning on the half-concrete wall for safety, cheong-san next to him chewing food in his mouth. 

y/n looked up from his phone, putting the rest of the bread in his mouth and swallowing it. 

“i’ll be waiting in the elevator.”

him already starting to walk there, 

“hurry!”

he yelled back.

-

y/n stayed in the elevator, his foot infront of the door waiting and preventing it from moving. cue on-jo running in, pushing y/n’s foot back and pressing the button to close. 

“lemme guess you lost?”

then cheong-san ran by the closing doors, trying to open them but ultimately failing, making him go down the stairs.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

y/n laughed which made on-jo smile.

-

the doors dinged open, on-jo and y/n walked out of the space, talking about their first class and homework, cheong-san stood bent over and breathing heavily. obviously tired from probably running down the stairs. 

“play fair.. you punk. god i’m spent.”

slinging his bag off his shoulder, he held it infront of on-jo, 

“carry it.”

“but look at this, i got hurt making breakfast.”

on-jo reasoned, holding up her finger that was in a bandaid. cheong-san did not care, putting his bag strap on her arm.

“let’s go, gopher.”

cheong-san was walking infront of the two others, on-jo tried kicking the back of his knee, but cheong-san managed to dodge. walking backwards and looking towards y/n,

“keep up, chipmunk!”

“stop calling me that!”

y/n yelled after, pocketing his phone and running after cheong-san who was already running away.

“wait up!”

on-jo yelled, putting cheong-san’s bag like hers but on her front.

-

the trio ran along the sidewalk of the street, nearing the school that they went to, the bell would ring in 2 minutes and they were so far away from even the crosswalk. cheong-san was speeding past the two since he didn’t have to carry his own bag. 

on-jo kept adjusting cheong-sans back strap on her shoulders, slightly struggling to run, y/n caught sight of it since he was next to her running, he held his hand out,

“give me your bag.”

“what?” 

“i’ll carry your bag, c’mon we have to hurry!”

on-jo hesitated for a second, but still gave her bag to y/n.

“now- let’s go gopher!”

“shut up!”

on-jo yelled back, as y/n was speeding ahead of her, but she managed to catch up.

-

they had managed to get through the teachers because they were supposingly ‘late’, cheong-san saw that y/n was now holding two bags instead of one and on-jo was only holding his bag.

“why are you holding on-jo’s bag?”

“because we were gonna be late, well mainly on-jo.”

y/n chuckled, looking towards on-jo who was walking beside him, on-jo put on one of those calm-angered faces and kicked y/n in the back of the knee, continuing to walk up the hill with cheong-san as y/n stopped walking and he groaned out in pain. hearing cheong-san’s laughter fade as they left him.

“i’m holding your bag here on-jo!”

-

eventually, y/n got to his classroom, having both straps on his back from his bag and one strap from on-jo’s bag on his right shoulder. 

“yah, on-jo.”

y/n called out, putting her bag on her lap and walking back towards his friends, still having his bag on his back. 

“thank you y/n!”

y/n just offered a smile back to her, on-jo looked back to her friend, i-sak, she was already grinning at her.

“what?”

“you like y/n don’t you?’

“what?! of course i don’t.”

“he was holding your bag,”

“i was holding cheong-san’s.”

“yeah but cheong-san didn’t hold your bag, plus you have that game with him of who holds each other’s bags, butttt y/n chose to hold your bag.”

i-sak explained thoroughly, after, she was slapping her shoulder.

“accept it! you do!”

“i don’t!”

-

on-jo lied, of course she did. she liked y/n, alot. she just didn’t know if he liked her back. she thought about confessing to him after they finished their meal at ‘cheong-san chicken’, cheong-san mom’s business, she made cheong-san hold her bag since she won the game in the morning that day, he went ahead of the two as y/n walked slightly ahead of on-jo,

“y/n-ah.”

“hm?”

y/n hummed, turning around to face on-jo directly. she stood looking at him nervously for a second.

“i need to ask you something.”

“what is it?”

y/n questioned, on-jo took her hair out, styling it by pushing some hair behind her ears. 

“does it look good like this? or like this?”

it felt like slow-motion to y/n, he stared at her as her hair was blown back slightly from the wind and her smile that she held sent shivers down his spine.

“you couldn’t ask i-sak? what, are you gonna confess to someone?”

y/n smirked, bending his head down to on-jo’s level. on-jo’s face went red,

“shut up! just tell me your answer!”

“well, i don’t know. plus you look beautiful the way you are.”

y/n replied, grabbing her hairtie from her wrist and tying it up from infront of her, it made her go red even more.

“you shouldn’t have to change yourself for someone you like.”

-

that moment had been stuck in her head for awhile, she couldn’t tell if she wanted it out or in. she had tried to block it out since yesterday but failed, giving up and just letting it stay.

i mean, he called her beautiful, he should like her, right? no, friends can think of each other as pretty, childhood friends nonetheless. 

right?

-

y/n laid on his bed, having been in multiple positions but still nothing helping him sleep, he sat up and looked towards his clock that was on his bedside table, it read 1:34 AM, y/n’s hopes of sleeping lessened and eventually he stood up and walked to the kitchen, switching the light on and getting a cup of water.

‘i wonder if on-jo is awake.’

y/n walked back to his room, drinking his cup of water then putting it on his bedside table. He grabbed his charging phone, pulling it off the cable and unlocking his phone. 

typing, “on-jo are you awake”

after five minutes of her not responding, he gave up and laid back down, putting his phone back, but before he could, vibrations from his phone going into his hand made him look at his phone again. 

the notification read, “yeah what do you want D: i was just sleeping”

y/n smiled, immediately responding, “sorry i woke you up LMAO”

“its okay i don’t rlly mind now what do you want”

“wanna go to the rooftop?”

“why 🧍‍♀️”

“im bored and wanna stargaze”

“tf its cold”

“then get a jacket dumbass”

“my warm jackets are in the wash :(”

“you want my jacket or smth”

“YES PLS”

“okay we’ll meet at the rooftop 👍”

his last message had been left on read, he assumed she was already up and moving, so he moved as well, quickly grabbing two of his jackets, slipping one on and going out the door.

he had gotten there before her since he lives on one of the higher levels of the apartment then her and cheong-san, he sat down on the cold floor, eventually lying back down and looking at the stars. he heard the door opening from the place that lead you to the rooftop, he assumed it was on-jo and he was right, she walked quickly to him, obviously cold and he handed her his jacket, she wore it quickly and visibled relaxed.

“better?”

“much better.. still a bit cold.”

y/n took note of her stiff shoulders, taking her by surprise by him wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer.

“better?” 

he asked a second time. she nodded this time, not trusting her mouth to say yes. she snuggled against him, him also doing the same and hugging her close. 

surprisingly, it was a full moon that night.

lucky for y/n or on-jo?

in their japanese class, they had discovered that saying ‘the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ means ‘i love you’, a way to confess nicely but also be able to play it off as a joke if you’re rejected, nonetheless, y/n just wanted to try.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

there was no correct response to accept the confession, but the words that were known for accepting were,

“i can die happy.”

on-jo said, in a soft voice then burying her face in his chest. y/n chuckled and hugged her even tighter. happiness bubbled inside of on-jo, it also settled in y/n, a newly couple.

wc : 1534 words