Curate, connect, and discover
Summary: You are Connor were dating until he started acting strange.
warning: shitty writing
Mentions: Suicide and other possible triggering topics
570 words
No one's POV
When it was the first day of school and the only good thing that came from that is seeing Connor. You and Connor were best friends when you were younger but no one knew about you. You never got to meet his parents or other friends. You of course met his sister but she didn't like you, she thought you influenced him to bully people. However, you were the complete opposite for him and help him a lot, or that's what you thought. After a bit, Connor started to push you away and began to argue with you more. He started arguments about everything but never got violent. You felt there was something up and different about Connor.
When you were at school you noticed Connor was avoiding you at school which set you off. You had known there was something wrong because he was usually with you at school. After you had realized what was happening you paid more attention to him.
You were the one to find Connor's body and the note. You felt you had failed him worse than his parents felt. When you found the note you had known that Connor must've stolen the note. Connor's parents didn't know he had a significant other and when they found out they were heartbroken. Connor's parents loved you because you were one of the closest people to him. You reminisced on the days spent with Connor cuddled up somewhere in your house. He always had a hard exterior but after several times he let you paint his nails you knew.
When you found Connor you were heartbroken. You felt like that was the reason you got up in the morning, now he's dead. You sat at their table while chaos broke out around you. You didn't know what do to with yourself. How would you even make it without him, he was your lifeline.
There you were in front of his grave on your birthday. You truly missed Connor but it was time you moved on with someone new. You didn't know how or when but you finally made amendments with yourself. After years of reflection and therapy, you were finally ready to start dating again. That's why you have a date tonight with Evan Hansen. It felt really wrong for you to go on a date with him but it was your only chance.
Pulling into the restaurant you were really confident but you were feeling woozy. You knew this date wasn't going to work for you. However, you walked through the restaurant doors anyways sitting down at your table. When Evan pulled up to the table things were very awkward due to him faking everything with Connor. You and Evan had a great night together but you didn't feel like it was right for you to move on.
That night you were in bed curled up looking at the old photos of you and Connor on your phone from years ago. At the moment you took to your social media and posted the photos. You sit there in bed wondering what you are doing with yourself and why you even decided to move on.
That night was the last night anyone had seen you. You committed suicide figuring it was the only way to be happy with Connor. And it was.
-S
plot: you're having a rough day and kobo's there to comfort you.
genre: fluff, romance
word count: 1,750
a/n: this was specifically an idea Helen and I just came up with when we were talking and i hope that you guys would like this (❁´◡`❁)
- miko ✧
there wasn't a guarantee that life would be filled with only happiness all throughout. it was always going to be a rollercoaster ride of emotions - and you, for one, know that well. the all too familiar emotions that usually hit at the end of the day.
and it was one of those days that seem to feel like everything's just... against you. mistakes were made at [school/work] and the stress just keeps on getting built up, leaving you drained and exhausted.
all you want to do right now was to go home and be in the arms of kobo, your lover. every step towards your shared apartment grew heavier as the thought of being finally home was enough to tilt the overflowing glass of emotions.
the sound of the pin being punched in the keypad of the door of your shared apartment echoes throughout the room and before you know it, kobo was already standing before you with a bright smile.
"welcome home-" with your arms immediately finding their way to his waist was enough to cut him off and soon, the soft sniffling reaches up to his ears.
a sigh slips past his lips as he pulls you closer to him. in time like this, all he could ever wish for was to take all the pain away rather than seeing you all broken.
staying in that position for quite some time before he slowly pulls away. "hey, why don't you take a shower first and we'll talk about it after you get all washed up? how does that sound?"
your eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying but the small pout forming on your lips sent kobo into an internal dilemma. should he shower you with kisses right there and then or have you take a warm shower before showering you with affection?
"and when you're done, you can wear one of my hoodies as well as any of my pajamas." he slightly bends down to meet your [eye/color] orbs. "i'd love that," your voice came out as a whisper but that didn't stop kobo from breaking into a soft smile.
"and while you're at it, i'll have two cups of chamomile tea and a whole strawberry shortcake prepared for us to snack on, hm?"
nodding in response, you were about to leave when he pulls you in for one more hug. "i love you."
"i love you too," you say, taking in his scent that you know so well. kobo pulls away from the hug and before letting you go, he plants a kiss on your forehead - chuckling afterward at your confused look.
"just go and take a shower."
"alright."
~
a nice, long hot shower was one of the things you needed the most. it was as if all of the stress and sadness have been washed away with the suds.
donning on kobo's brown champion hoodie, you slowly make your way to the living room - only to be greeted by kobo's smile. "there's my girl."
"how're you feeling?" he asks with arms wide open for you, welcoming you into his arms and lap. "i'm feeling a bit better..."
and yet, kobo still sees the dullness in your eyes. it didn't sparkle like how it used to sparkle before. "did something happen at work?"
"you know, you can tell me about it since i'm your oppa." he may have said it with good intention, however, you couldn't help but feel the corner of your lips slightly tug upwards at the mention of "i'm your oppa." knowing quite well, how he sure loves being called oppa.
heaving out a sigh, you sink more onto his lap before wrapping your arms on his waist - nuzzling your face onto the crook of his neck. "today has been... pretty overwhelming."
letting out all of your pent-up stress and frustration felt like a big block being lifted off from your heavy chest. you know kobo's always been a good listener.
he always has and always will. he knows you like the back of his palm and sometimes, that thought comforts you.
a warm big blanket of comfort. that's what he is.
you tell him your day and from time to time, tears would well up on the corners of your eyes. "i just keep on messing up..."
"and i just don't want to keep on disappointing the people around me..." you croak out as you face kobo with glossy eyes. taking in both of your cheeks in the palm of his hand, his gaze softens and says, "sweetie, it's alright to make mistakes... human as we are, we're not perfect and you are not obligated to meet their expectations."
tucking in the strand of hair behind the back of your ear, he leans in before resting his forehead against yours. "mistakes are just mistakes. it won't define who you are... you're that hard-working, passion-drive, and kind-hearted woman that i love best in the world."
"more than your legos?"
the sight of his hesitation earned him a slight pinch on the sides, causing him to burst out laughing and pulling you into a hug. "i'm just kidding! of course, i love you more than legos."
"but joking aside, today's just another day. it's alright to feel this way from time to time but that doesn't mean you won't get back up on your feet, right?"
"right."
taking the plate of strawberry shortcake into his hand after quite some time of trying to hold you tightly as possible to prevent you from falling, he takes a small piece with a fork and brings it up to your lips - which you happily accepted. "good girl, now, how are you feeling?
you swiftly take the plate off from his hands and take another bite from the cake. "i feel a lot better now... thank you." kobo's gaze softens at the sight of the spark returning to your eyes. in times like this, he feels complete, accomplished as he's able to take some of the pain away even if it's in the smallest ways.
"but why'd you buy a whole cake? is there an occasion that i might have missed or something?" you ponder as you take in another bite. the soft lingering touch of kobo's fingers sent chills down your spine as he tucks in a couple of strands of your [h/c] locks behind your ears.
a sigh slips past your lips as you look at him, "oppa."
he stops mid-way to meet your eyes, "hmm? what is it?" rolling your eyes in response, you take another bite of the cake before setting it aside and cupping his cheeks.
the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips sends him into a laughing fit. the kind of laugh that can go for miles and miles.
"what's wrong-" you cut him off with a long, yet sweet kiss. the literal sweet kiss with the taste of the cake still settling on your lips and tongue.
never had he expected something like this to happen. especially not from you.
the feeling of his lips forming into a smile as he pulls you closer to him to deepen the kiss felt as if it's unlocked the cages of butterflies in your tummy.
you are the first one to break the kiss with your hands now resting on his chest, guiding you as you push yourself slightly away from kobo - gaze hazy as you try to catch your breath.
"you-" you pause as you feel him tuck a finger underneath your chin to make you look at him - only to be greeted by his lips once more, but this time, it was merely a peck. "i was supposed to be the one to kiss that pout away, not you."
in time like this, you just could help but finally, let out a hearty laugh at how kobo can easily take away all the stress and frustration. "you weren't listening!"
"hurt" was completely written on his face - as if he was unable to take in your remark. "i was listening to you," he quickly raises a finger to shush you, "but you do know how much i love you, right? just seeing that sparkle back in your eyes... made me really happy and it hurts to see you down."
"but seriously, what made you buy a whole cake? i mean, our anniversary's still a couple of months away and both of your birthdays are... you know... still coming up?"
handing you your cup of chamomile tea, you take a quick sip as you watch him carefully trade in the now-empty plate on the spot where the cup was placed. sure, it's out of the ordinary for him to buy a cake without any occasion.
but sometimes, kobo just knows you more than you know yourself.
"i had a gut feeling you were having a bad day," he leans back once more to meet your gaze, "so i bought you a whole strawberry shortcake to cheer you up."
and there he is. the man who really knows how to handle you so well. kobo surely is the type to move you to tears in his own little ways and tonight was one of those nights...
tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, bottom lips unconsciously pulling out into a pout as you take in what he said. "really?"
"really," he smiles as he takes a hold of your hand... quickly taking a sip from your tea. "ooh, this tea tastes good tonight."
and of course, kobo will still forever be that romantic, sweet yet cheeky guy you love so dearly.
"and since we have a lot of leftovers, if you want, we can use the rest in bed or something- ah, i'm just kidding! i'm just kidding! you didn't have to pinch me though." kobo rubs his cheeks as he watches you put down the cup of tea back onto the table.
you take a quick peek of him over your shoulder, a soft smile finding its way to your lips. he returns the smile with a wink - a laugh soon erupting from your chest, arms finding their way back to his waist.
one thing for sure... there's nothing you would want to trade this moment or any moment you spend with kobo. "i love you," you whisper as you settle back into his arms, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck.
"i love you too, [y/n]."