Ill Carry You. - Kevin

“I’ll carry you.” - Kevin

find more content here: the boyz masterlist can be read in conjunction with “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” ↬ summary: good thing kevin knew how to play at least one piece on the piano ↬ tags: student! kevin, oc! + fem! lee yuri (you), ft. student! jacob ↬ word count: 865 words

↬ a/n: this was a funny piece to write, and coming to think about it: it would have been a great mini series but then again, absolutely questionable. don’t read this please--

“Did you hear that?” Kevin lifted his foot off the pedal and Jacob squinted at the direction where Kevin was looking, “Huh? What did you hear?” “I thought I heard a thud sound. Or is it just me?” Kevin watched as Jacob opened the door, looking left and right as if trying to locate the sound, “Kev, I think you’re imagining things.” He came back in and took a look at his phone, “Speaking of which, I got to go and tutor the Year Ones. See you at 6!” Jacob packed up his guitar and bade Kevin goodbye, closing the door as he did so.

Kevin shook his head, trying to get rid of the niggling feeling he had. Pressing the pedal once more, he let his fingers fly over the piano keys, playing a melody he has memorised by heart: The River Flows in You by Yiruma. Typical but he had a thing for this piece. Another thud was heard and Kevin stopped once more, this time deciding to open the door. “Hello? Who’s there?” A second later, his eyes met yours and time seemed to stop as the two of you stared at one another, the music room just opposite the dance studio.

“Why did you stop?” You huffed leaning heavily against the door of the dance studio. “I...What?” Kevin was certainly not understanding the situation. You pinched the bridge of your nose and he took this opportunity to properly look at you. Worn out pointe shoes, hair in a messy bun and eyes hazy as sweat dripped non-stop from your forehead. He figured that you might be a dance major. “Do you want me to keep playing?” He gestured to the grand piano.

“If….if you have the time.” You answered softly and Kevin resumed his previous position. He found your request weird but he felt bad if he rejected you, hence he started playing from the top. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw you inch closer to him, “Don’t mind me.” He raised an eyebrow but his breath was taken away when you had closed your eyes and started moving to the piece he was playing. And this whole time he had never noticed you around in school?

As the piece came to an end, he raised his gaze, only to find you lying on the floor. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” Kevin worriedly asked. He was about to carry you, only to be stopped when you weakly grasped his hand, “I’m okay.” Though Kevin didn’t know you, the only thought running in his head was how emotionally drained you look. “I’ll get your things.” He left you as he picked up your bag from the other room, quickly switching off the lights.

When he came back he found you staring at the window, the sun slowly setting and it’s warm rays hitting your face. “How long have you been playing the piano?” He looked at the small smile forming on your face and  Kevin felt a blush forming. He turned his face away from you, opting to sit on the piano stool, “I play the piano as a hobby. It’s nothing much really. And what about you?”

“Me? I’m a dance major.” Silence enveloped the two of you and Kevin spoke up, “It’s time for us to go. The school is closing.” You nodded and you winced as you pushed yourself up from the floor, almost swaying when you got onto your feet. “Whoa there. Are you okay?” “My old injury keeps surfacing.” Your face flushed and he knelt down, “I’ll carry you.” You swung his bag and your bag over your shoulders before leaning forwards. He hooked his arms around your thighs and adjusted you so you were comfortable.

“I don’t know your name and I kinda forced you to play the piano for me.” “I’m Kevin Moon Hyunseo, but my friends call me Kevin. I’m a Year One.” “Oh? So you’re my junior.” Kevin’s eyes widened, “Oh my god! I apologize for using banmal (informal speech) sunbae!” “It’s fine. I don’t like it if my juniors are too formal with me. Also, I’m sorry for making you carry me.” Kevin felt a little crush forming and tried to squash his feelings.

“No, no. It’s all good.” Kevin assured. “Yo! Kevin!” Jacob called out but stopped when he spotted you on his back, “Lee Yuri?” So that was your name. “Jacob Bae-by?” You questioned while Kevin watched, amusement bubbling inside of him, “Bro! Bae-by?” Jacob rolled his eyes, “Long story. Why are you bullying my bro?” Kevin answered on behalf of you, “Jacob, she injured herself.” Jacob hummed as he took both your bag and Kevin’s bag.

“Dancing again, huh?” Jacob teased, ruffling your hair. Did Jacob perhaps have a thing for you? “Geez. I was just practicing. I’m a dance major, Bae-by.” Kevin mused ,”So I guess we all know one another.” Jacob burst out laughing, “It really is a small world. We all could be friends!” The three of you walked steadily downhill, easy conversation flowing between you three.

“Yuri, where do you stay?”

“You should ask Jacob. He’s my neighbor.”

“He’s your whAT?”

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“Class, please pass down the handout down the row.” The teacher called out. “I bet it’s biology papers from those renowned schools.” The classmate in front of you turned around and made a sour face, causing you to giggle at his antics. You fiddled with your pen as you waited for the worksheet to come all the way to the back. You gaze followed the rather thick stack of worksheets coming your way. You gave a little frown as he took a little longer than usual, his body hunched over his table. 

“Yah, what’s taking you so long?” You whispered and he shook his head before passing the paper over his head. You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you uncapped your pen to write your name. You gaze landed on the chicken scratch handwriting next to the word “Date:”. You blinked once more and you swear you did not write “Date: me please.”.

Realising that this was a prank by the one and only, you leaned over and wrote “O” followed by “K”, as a joke. He subtly turned his head and that was when you saw how pink his face was. “For real?” He mouthed. You cocked your head to one side, “Is this a prank?” 

“I want you to date me though...” He made eye contact with you, somehow causing your insides to simultaneously combust. You had always thought of him as a good friend, a funny classmate, but not in that way before. He certainly wan’t that bad looking, but now that he had said that, it made you ponder about your feelings for him and--

“I’m kidding. Why would I date you?” He gave a cheeky grin and you flinged your notebook at him, catching the teacher’s attention, “You two! GO and stand outside the classroom.” You hung your head as the two of you quickly shuffled out of class. 

“It’s your fault.” He jabbed you lightly in the ribs. “I ain’t gonna date you, cheeky boy.” 

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“What are you doing?” You gazed at him as he lifted your looped arms and wiggled into your embrace. You decided to put your phone down and you waited for his response. He continued to adjust himself so that his head rested in the juncture of your neck and your legs were at his sides. 

“I’m h-hiding.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and you let out a little laugh. “Do you mean hugging?” You stroked his hair and he jerked up, looking at you, “Did I stutter? Did I?” It wasn’t really a question but before you could give any response, he pressed a light peck on your lips before snuggling back into his comfy position. “This is my safe place.”  Your heart warmed up at his affectionate gesture, but as time passed, you were really being weighed down by him.

“Ah, you’re crushing me. I can barely breathe!” You let out a wheeze and you struggled to push him off. “No, you’re over-exaggerating.” Despite him saying that, he pushed himself up. You moved so your back was against the sofa’s back pillows. “You good?” He looked at you for affirmation and you nodded. 

“Great. Now stop looking at your phone and put your arms around me.” 

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A soft ding was emitted from your phone and you tear your eyes away from your lecture notes. “Uhm, can we skype now?” You read the message silently, before reading it out loud to affirm that you did not see wrongly. Your close classmate had texted you and you replied to him, thinking that he might need help with his work, “Sure thing. You can call whenever you are ready.” 

It wasn’t too long, before the all-too-familiar Skype notification sounded and you answered the call. “Do you need help with Chemistry? Or Pharmacology?” Was your first question. Knowing that he was a rather inattentive lad during class, he tended to rely on you for answers and for help. 

“I miss you.” You did a double take and that was when you properly looked at him in the eye (through the screen, of course.) 

“No wait. Do you need help with the latest tutorial out lecturer sent? Or is this a joke?” You were definitely trying to deny whatever he said to you. “I said I miss you.” He stated again, this time averting his eyes and running his hand through his hair. 

“Sorry, what?” Your heart rate escalated and you gripped the highlighter in your hand. “Before you say anything, this is a dare.” He covered his face with his hands, “My friends had dared me to say I miss you to a close female friend. And that close female friend is you.” A jumble of emotions flashed past you and you were utterly speechless. 

“I’m really sorry for disturbing you. My friends are just...like that.” He cringed. “If there’s nothing on then I’ll get going.” And just like that he ended the call. What a prick, for playing with my emotions like that.

“I don’t think she sees me as a potential boyfriend.” - Hyunjae

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find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: hyunjae’s back to square one  ↬ tags: student! hyunjae, sunbae! + student! + fem! reader, ft. many other idols ↬ word count: 964 words

“I don’t think she sees me as a potential boyfriend.” Hyunjae slumped over on the table. The other two 97 liners who were sitting around him inched closer. Jacob patted his back, “Why say that? So long noona’s single, you will always stand a chance.” Younghoon propped his head on his palm, “Well, you should see her around people who are younger than her. She practically mothers them.” Hyunjae knows that for starters. You are a 95 liner and you sure have a lot of friends. Guy friends. 

“That’s why I can’t get her to see me as a man! She thinks I’m her little brother.” Hyunjae pouted. “Bring her on a date and show her who’s boss.” Sangyeon walked past them and into the kitchen. “I mean...that did cross my mind. But what to do?” Jacob mused. “I have a tennis competition coming up in four days. And it’s on April Fools!” “OMG OMG! Then you can get her to support you!” Hyunjae felt a lightbulb go off in his brain, “What if I confessed? If she rejects me, I can say April Fools back!” 

“Don’t screw up your competition though.” Sangyeon sauntered back out of the kitchen and into his room. “You guys will be there right? To support me for the competition I mean.” Hyunjae pushed himself off the surface of the table.  “Of course!” Jacob and Younghoon agreed readily. “We’ll get a small bouquet of flowers. If it’s successful, she’ll take it home. If it fails, we’ll take it home.” Younghoon pointed out. 

“Operation Bloom Bloom! Let’s get it!” Jacob excitedly yelled, causing some of their dongsaengs to shush them from their rooms. “Why bloom bloom?”

“I dunno. It’s cute. And it involves flowers?”

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“Noona, would you come to watch my tennis competition?” 

“Sure! My good friend Seungcheol is participating in the seniors match.” Hyunjae felt a pinch of jealousy at the mention of his senior, but nevertheless, he smiled at you, “Okay! Cheer loudly for me!” Hyunjae waved as he dashed out of the cafeteria to his friends outside. 

“Seems like she has eyes on someone else. Seungcheol sunbae.” Jacob gasped at the news. “Right! She is good friends with the three of them.” Hyunjae felt that you were going to watch the match with Jeonghan and Joshua sunbae, the other two, and his spirits dipped. “Hey, cheer up. When it’s the juniors match, you’re going to beat all your opponents and emerge first.” Younghoon hung his arm around his shoulders.

Just as Younghoon said that, the mentioned three strolled into the cafeteria and started conversing with you. Hyunjae could make out the words “competition”, “support” and “come”. You were laughing as something Jeonghan said, while linking arms with Joshua. “Awh, man. Stop looking. We’ll come and support you for your training today.” Jacob encouraged, and Hyunjae nodded. 

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“And the tension is thick in here! Who will emerge victorious? Hyunjae from Sevit High or Yugyeom from Migeum High?” Hyunjae’s sweat dripped, but he held his ground steady as Yugyeom sent the ball flying towards him. He whacked so hard, he swore for a moment he saw stars. 

“And...the victory goes to Sevit High!” Younghoon and Jacob appeared from behind the glass panels and hugged him. His coach handed him his towel and water bottle, “You did well. Congratulations!” 

“She’s going to see you in a different light from now on.” Younghoon subtly gestured to where she was sitting and to his surprise, you were clapping vigorously for him and even gave him a thumbs up. “Did you see that?” “That thumbs up! Yeah!” He watched as you got out of your seat and Jacob nudged him, “Go after her! We’ll wait in the back with the flowers.” With that, Hyunjae picked up the pace and ran.

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“Noona! I did well, didn't I?” Hyunjae’s heart burst with overwhelming emotions. “Yeah! I’m so proud of you! Seungcheol told me that it’s quite a feat to receive a gold medal in the inter-school competition in the first year.” You mentioned Seungcheol’s name and Hyunjae hid his fidgeting thumbs behind him. 

“Noona, I’ve got something to say. Can I be your boyfriend?” A moment of silence passed in between the both of you and Hyunjae wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself along with the flowers. You gave a little chuckle and you reached out to ruffle his hair, “I’m sorry, but no. You’re cute you know, Hyunjae? You’re like my little dongsaeng.” Hyunjae couldn’t bring up the lie that it’s just a joke so he looked down at his slightly worn out shoes. At this moment, Hyunjae heard footsteps from behind him. 

“Ey~! Hyunjae! We got you flowers!” Younghoon helpfully supplied. “Come on! Let’s go celebrate!” Jacob acted out and Hyunjae gave them a nod. “Then I’ll get going, noona.” Forcing a smile on his face, he waved goodbye. You waved at him too and spun on your heels, walking the other direction. He made eye contact with his senior and he feels like April Fools was really a joke. 

“Hyunjae. Good job back there.” His curiosity got the better of him, “Sunbae, does noona like you?” Seungcheol burst out laughing, “Whatever you’re thinking, no. She’s rejected all of three of us.” 

“Huh? But why?” Younghoon asked. “I can’t tell you. A good friend’s honour not to tell that secret.” Seungcheol strolled past the three of them. “I think she might be les⁠—” Jacob pointed his finger to the sky and Hyunjae shushed him, “Don’t ruin it! Don’t!” 

“Okay! Geez! But what if she’s bi⁠—” Jacob slapped his hand over Younghoon’s mouth.

“OMG STOP! She’s just going to be my favorite noona and that’s that!” And just like that, Hyunjae was back to square one.