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hello mina!!! can i request a taeyong x reader fic where it took a long time (maybe about a year) to say what they feel towards each other? and that's because johnny had enough of them not confessing their feelings!

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: When you find out that your best friend Taeyong has a date, you take matters into your own hands and try to sabotage it.

A/N: Inspired by this TikTok. I hope you like it 💖

“Where is Taeyong?” you asked, looking around in the room. “Is he not coming today?”

Someone inhaled sharply and when your head shifted aside to Mark on the couch, he quickly looked away just like everyone else. You caught Yuta shooting worried glances at Johnny though who suddenly found the wall especially interesting.

“You guys have something to tell me?” You folded your arms in front of your chest. “Johnny? You? Taeyong wouldn’t leave out a day of snacks and playing video games. So where is he? He’s not responding to my messages either.” Now, everyone was staring at Johnny and you slowly grew impatient over their secretive attitude. “John-”

“Okay, okay!” He put his hands flat in the air as though to either defend or protect himself. You were sure you’d find out soon. “I didn’t want to be the one telling you this though.”

You frowned, sensing the air gradually growing thicker. “Tell me what?” 

“He’s out on a date today,” Johnny finally admitted. “That’s why he’s not coming.”

“Oh.” You tried to bite down the sinking feeling in the pits of your stomach and flopped down on the couch next to Mark while joking, “Cool. Thought he’d never get one. Maybe he’s not such a loser after all, am I right? Switch on the game, Johnny, we can finally start.”

But nobody dared to move or to even make a single sound until Mark risked it as the first one. “Are you truly okay with it?”

“With what?” Your poor attempts to play it cool didn’t pass by your friends so easily though.

“With him going on a date,” Johnny meddled again. “I mean, after all, you’re in l-”

“I’m no such thing!” you nagged. “We’re only best friends, okay?”

“That’s not what you confessed to us drunkenly one time when Taeyong was not here,” Yuta called you out and mimicked your voice, “What happened to ‘I’ve been in love with him for almost a year already, Johnny! But I don’t want to ruin our friendship since I don’t know what he’s thinking about me’? Only to have us tell you that he-”

“I already told you all to erase your memories from that night,” you hissed. “No such thing happened!”

“Well, okay.” Johnny shrugged. “If you say so, then let’s start playing.”

And you did. At least in the beginning.

When you lost for the nth time that day though, despite you usually being one of the best all while looking at your phone every few seconds in hopes to find a message from your best friend, you couldn’t deny anymore that Taeyong going on a date bothered you very much. More than you wanted to admit to your friends, let alone yourself. 

With every passing minute, you wondered what he was currently doing with the girl, when the date would finally end or wished it was so awful that he’d cut it short so that he would come back and spend time with you. 

“The café across the mall,” Johnny suddenly said when you were too absent to follow the game again.

“Huh?” You faced him, absolutely confused. 

“The café across the mall,” he repeated with a grin. “That’s where they’re going to meet in a few.”

You jumped up from the couch, earning encouraging smiles from all of your friends. “I have to go.” But you quickly corrected it to, “Home, I mean. I forgot I actually had something to do there.”

“Sure you have.”

____

“Don’t go inside, you idiot!”

“Excuse me?” 

When the guy who coincidentally had the same hair color and style as your best friend spun around, you took a step back, totally embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else!”

He shook his head and then walked into the cafe, leaving you behind in wonder what the hell you were even doing there in the first place. You hadn’t spotted Taeyong from the outside, but you also didn’t want to enter in case you had no excuse for interrupting them. And now that rationality settled, you suddenly felt like a clown.

“Going around, calling other people idiots. I knew this was you.” A familiar presence had walked up to you that you only noticed now. Taeyong leaned in and looked through the window into the café you were standing in front of. “So, what are we doing here? Who are we spying on?”

You blinked in confusion. “Wait, you weren’t inside this whole time?”

“What was I supposed to do inside there all by myself?” He raised his brows. “Didn’t Johnny tell you that my phone broke and I just went to get it repaired in that shop over there?” Taeyong nodded to a location right next to the café. “That was why I was supposed to come later today. Luckily, they were finished by now.”

“So you didn’t go out on a date with a girl… in this café?” you asked, even more puzzled than prior to his appearance, but before you were able to realize what you had blurted out, you already met your best friend’s questioning expression.

“I didn’t,” he spoke slowly. 

The tension that grew in the silence between the two of you made you want to get buried in the grounds right there and then. Damn that Johnny. 

“Well,” you began, brushing everything off. “Nice to know. I have to go home now. See you around.”

But before you could run away with a heated head, Taeyong held you back by your elbow. “What did you mean by that?”

You stopped in your tracks, facing him with your back so that he couldn’t see how flustered you were by now. “By… what?” You weren’t prepared for this kind of conversation, at all.

“That I shouldn’t go inside.”

“You must have misheard.”

“I didn’t.”

The pressure that weighed down your shoulders and that you had been carrying around for so many months now had suddenly grown unbearable. You had known all along that this point was about to come sooner or later, and a year had already been pretty generous enough in your book. 

Perhaps, there was nothing to salvage anymore except for your heart that didn’t need to suffer any longer, no matter the outcome. Not much longer and it would have gotten entirely crushed anyway, together with every single piece of your soul that was still intact.

You shook Taeyong’s hand off your arm and turned around to him. This was the real you, not pretending anymore. You looked him directly in the eyes, as you said, “I can’t do this anymore.” 

“...Do what?”

“Pretend you’re just my friend. I think about you every day, all the time.” And, hoping that this would still be able to have a happy ending for you after all, you asked in the same breath, “And you? Do you even think about me?”

His mien was’t easy for you to read, but his silence spoke more than words anyway. Tears threatened to spill from behind your eyes when you slowly nodded, wanting to say something witty back, but no words came out.

You already motioned away from him, preparing to run as far away as possible, when you suddenly felt his warm palms cupping your cheeks, and as you looked into his eyes, there was an expression you had never encountered before. 

A loving smile tugged on the corners of Taeyong’s lips, but you didn’t see it spread entirely anymore as he came with his face close to yours and just whispered,

“All the time,” 

before he kissed you.