pretend girlfriend; m. sana
» pairing: Sana x Reader
» genre: HighSchool!AU, fluff
» author note: So to anyone who doesn´t know what´s going on, this scenario was once posted on a blog which went by this url → k-pop-girl-groups. Before anyone lashes out on me, I was the owner of the blog. Luckily, I had the scenario saved which I´m really thankful for. I really liked the way it turned out and I´m sure that if I re-wrote it, I wouldn´t be 100% satisfied with it. Enjoy!
» requested by: @readingbooksblowsminds
» gif not mine, credit belongs to the owner
If there was one thing Sana hated more than being teased for not being in an relationship yet, it was the endless attempts from the football players to get with her. Word ´no´ wasn´t in their vocabulary as they all followed her around the school, firing pick-up lines one after other. Like a bunch of dogs they were all over her, ignoring her tries to get through them. It took Jihyo´s loud voice to get them to voluntarily leave Sana alone. “You need to do something about this. One day they might take it too far.”
Jihyo´s concerned words got stuck in her head, making her wonder what she could do about the situation. She surely wouldn´t have this problem if she was dating someone. But where was she supposed to find a person that would be willing to get into relationship with her. And more importantly; how? In her mind she had already went through rows of possible other halves, none of them good enough to play the role for a time being. None of them, except for one. Y/N L/N.
Sana was standing in the main building of the school, hiding from the sudden rain storm that appeared. Not like it mattered to her anyways, she had something completely different on her mind. She wondered if she really wanted to ask you for such thing. Although you two spoke quite a lot, it was true you were a bit reserved. Sana was afraid this might make you uncomfortable. But then again, she thought of the bulky football players and what they were capable of. It was worth a try, wasn´t it?
Her head turned to the side as she heard footsteps approaching. There you were, re-arranging your notes as you walked towards the exit. You stopped when Sana called out your name, smiling at her. Sana watched you walk towards her with a question in your eyes. “What are you doing here so late?”
“I was waiting for you actually.” Sana admitted, making you raise your eyebrows. “Oh really?”
She nodded, not really sure what to say next. The two of you stood there for a while, slight awkward silence enveloping you. Sana decided to break the silence by pointing out the obvious. “It´s raining pretty heavily, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess it is. So did you want something for me?” You asked curiously, unintentionally making Sana a lot more nervous than she already was. Oh, if only you knew what she was about to ask you. What if you thought she was crazy? That would do no good. She took a deep breath and looked at you, forming sentences in her head at last minute.
“Actually, yes. I´m sure this is going to be a bit shocking and hard to comprehend but you´re the only person who can help me with this. Well, only if you want to.” You gave her a nod, intently listening to what she was saying. “I´m not even going to ask if you know out football players, of course you know them. Basically, they´ve been following me around for a very long time now with not so good intentions and it´s getting a bit uncomfortable. So I´ve been meaning to ask you if you´d be willing to…” Sana trailed off, looking of to the side.
“Sana? Willing to do what?”
“If you´d be willing to pretend to date me.” There. She dropped the bomb on you. Sana watched your expression go from confused, to shocked and then flustered. Your cheeks turned pink as blood rushed into them, Sana´s request really something you didn´t expect. You began evaluating everything in your head, pitying Sana a bit as you imagined those guys not leaving her alone. Thinking there was nothing for you to lose, you reluctantly nodded your head, further assuring yourself that you wanted to help her. Sana´s face lit up, an excited squeal leaving her lips at your agreement. She pulled you into a hug. “You´re the best! Thank you so much!”
Just holding your hand worked like magic. Your presence was almost like a repelent against thirsty mosquitos (or guys in this case). One week into the fake relationship and Sana was finally able to live through her school days in peace. Maybe it was the fact she was now ´taken´, that forced the guys the other way, or the fact that it was a girl she was dating. Either way, Sana couldn´t be happier now, that she finally got left alone as she wished for. You? It was a little different from your view. Not that you minded being in Sana´s presence, god no, that wasn´t the case. It was the attention that came with it. Small whispers as you moved from class to class, students pointing at you in a not so discreet way, some of them chuckling a bit. Good or bad, you couldn´t care less. It was still an attention; something you weren´t very fond of. But then again, Sana´s bubbly personality made up for it in more ways than one.
In just five days you learned so much about her, and you wanted to know more. Until recently, she was just another cheerleader to you. Not that she was mean in anyway, she was breaking the stereotype fantastically and if you had to tell the truth, all her friends did the same. But now that you spent twice as much time with her during the day, you realized she was a human just like everyone else. She had her own pet peeves, her hobbies and even imperfections. All those things made her who she was, making you appreciate her even more. If someone asked you to name all the choices you regretted making, this wouldn´t be one of them.
Six months into the relationship and Sana was beginning to get scared. No matter how hard she tried to force herself to believe she was only imagining things, it didn´t work. Sana tried everything; from meditating to asking her friends for help. No luck in sight. Everything you did suddenly seemed perfect to her. Your laugh was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard in her life, and your smile lit up the room. On days when she couldn´t see you, she became the moodiest one could become. Oh, how scared she was. Infact, Sana was so scared she was no longer in denial of her own feelings. She was in love with you, and there way no way out.
What about you? Were you also scared? The answer was yes; you were terrified. On so many occasions have you considered ´breaking up´ with her, putting an end to the question mark era your relationship was currently in. Yet when she asked you to go to a fair with her, you didn´t find it in you to decline. Just what happened to the rule you set up at the very beginning of the charade? The one that clearly said: ´Only on school grounds.´ You had no idea, and you no longer even wanted to bring it up. When you were with her, you felt so carefree. As if nothing could bring you down. And as months passed, you forgot every single thing you said to yourself that day. Sana found her way into your heart, and you weren´t sure if you wanted her to find a way out.
Twelve months into the relationship and here you were, standing by the front gate with diplomas in your hands. It was post graduation ceremony, meaning an end came to a school year as well as your relationship. Or that´s what you were thinking.
“I guess this is it. We´re breaking up.” Sana chuckled, scratching the back of her neck. You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh also leaving your lips. “It sound so silly when you say that out loud.”
“A whole year passed, I can´t believe this.” Neither could you. Who would´ve thought an act of keeping the guys away would last for so long. However, now that it was about to end, you couldn´t help but feel a twinge of pain in your heart. You weren´t ready to see her go, not yet. And Sana? She wasn´t ready to let you go either. Though she wasn´t in denial of her feelings, they weren´t out. They weren´t before, they aren´t now and if she keeps her mouth shut, they won´t be ever.
No, this time, she would do it. She would tell you how she felt, even if it meant losing a friend. Not that it mattered anymore; when you were about say your goodbyes. If only she knew there was a war going on inside your head too. That you were telling yourself the very same things, building up the courage to say those three, simple words who made things so different. You had nothing left to lose. Just take a deep breath and say it;
“I love you.”