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Dear Knife,
I just wanted to send you a note, cause it’s valentines and all'at!! to show you how much I admire you. We're not perfect, nobody is, but i think you're a pretty cool guy, and being with you feels so right, in a way I don't even know how to explain- but I wouldn't trade it for anything!! : D
Anyway, I know We're Pretty different, But I was wondering if you'd like to be my Valentines?
- Fan (xxx-xxx-xxxx)
The sun casted over the hotel, mixing with the colors of the curtains that covered each window in the hallway’s of Hotel Oj. Fan clutched the crumpled Valentine's note in his sweaty hands, eyes darting nervously. Somewhere ahead, Knife walked down the hallway as he patted his head with a rag, he had just got done with a workout. And Fan knew that.
He'd been following Knife for the past hour or so, always staying a few steps behind. Fan told himself he was just waiting for the right moment, but the truth was, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Every time he got any closer to Knife and thought about handing over the note, his heart would start pounding, and his mind would flood with self-doubt. What if he laughs? He stops walking and lets his eyes linger down to his feet. maybe he should just go back to his room, he had no idea if Knife even liked dudes.
He then looks back up, watching intently as Knife leaned up against a wall, still dabbing his forehead with the rag. Honestly, that sight alone made Fan's face heat up. he looked so hot like this. Would Knife even like a dork like him. he glances down at his outfit, which consisted of a magenta vest over a dress shirt, some cargo shorts, and knee high socks. He probably looked like a nerd, especially with his dumb square glasses.
He looks back up yet again once a soft click is heard, Knife now standing infront of a fan, blowing cold air on his—now bare chest? When had he taken his shirt off? god he missed it . . and he was very disappointed about it. He just couldn't peel his eyes off as Knife shifted around, sitting down on the couch with the fan pointed at him, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.
Gosh Knife was hot, especially with how he just freely showed off his top surgery? absolutely stunning, He could stare at him all day, though he knew he had something else to do. The fanboy thickly swallows, tearing his gaze away.
Focus.
But then he glanced back. There was something magnetic about the brunette; his confidence, his strength, his beauty. Fan had always admired him, but standing here now, he realized it wasn't just admiration. He was completely in love, drunk on it even. Knife just seemed so comfortable in his skin, like he knew exactly who he was and made no apologies for it.
Fan took a deep breath, heart racing.
it was now or never.
With shaky legs he wobbles forward, clutching the note so tightly it crinkled. His mouth went dry as he found his way besides the couch, besides Knife, who turned and met his eyes, a hint of annoyance- and curiosity in his gaze.
"Uh .. hey" Fan's voice breaks, refusing to meet Knifes gaze.
Knife smiled, just a small polite one, but it was enough to make Fan's chest tighten. He shoves the note forward, not trusting himself to say anything else.
"What's this?" The brunette asks, shifting up slightly to grab the note, examining the outside; a red envelope with a little heart sticker keeping it closed.
Fan couldn't bare to look, closing his eyes as his heart pounded in his ears. "its - its something I want you to read.." he croaks out, fiddling with his sweater as he did so.
For a moment, there was silence, besides the sound of paper rustling; Knife carefully opening the letter and smiling softly once he saw the little doodles that seemed to accumulate on the edges of the paper.
Fan turns around and begins to walk away, closing his eyes tightly and puffing out his flushed cheeks. He did not want to be there to see how Knife reacted, maybe this was a bad idea. He was a nerd, why would anyone like him. He just wanted to get back to his room he fastest he could. He picks up his speed, practically running down the hallway with closed eyes.
He dashes down the hallway, ignoring how loud his feet were on the hardwood floor. His heart was racing, same with his mind — what if he told everyone? That thought alone forces him to stop in his tracks, thankfully he stoped right before his room. Thank the lords Paintbrush wasn’t home. He pushes the door open and rushes in, slamming the door behind him and locking it with a soft click.
Once he knew he was alone, he face plants into his bed, holding back tears. He was so stupid. And now he couldn’t even enjoy Valentine’s Day. Clutching a pillow close to his face as he sniffles, refusing himself the chance to cry. Knife hadn’t responded yet, he couldn’t be sure.
Speak of the devil; his phone pings, a text from an unknown number. It had to be Knife. He pulls his phone out of his shorts pocket, unlocking the device and tapping the notification. As he reads his face gradually becomes redder, his frown becoming an ear to ear smile.
’I’d love to be your valentines, dork. Btw ur not sneaky.’ Was all the text read, but that alone left Fan in shambles; kicking his feet around on the bed as he squealed into his pillow.
~ 끝