「 Ayra ♡ Kibum 」

[Listen to: 니가 좋은 이유 (Why I Like You) by Super Junior]

Author's Note: A pretty long cheesy one-shot for AyraLovesKibum. I hope you like it, kind of struggled writing it! D': And yeah, that picture up there is taped to my locker door. LOL. Just thought you guys should know. Kim Kibum's sho cute♥ It felt weird, trying to write him up like a bad boy. LOL.

Speaking of locker doors. And.. school. This will probably be my last update until January 26. (I'm still accepting applications, and I'm still writing some of the previously received requests. It's just gonna take me some time to type them all out and proofread! Thank you for your patience and support(: youdon'tknowhowmuchitmeanstome and I hope I don't cause too much disappointment!) Finals and Regents Exams are coming up, and I need to start reviewing! Wish me luck!

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It was 7:58 AM. Two minutes before the first period bell rang and most of the students were already seated, still tired from their weekend adventures. The sound of the door opening echoed throughout the quiet the classroom and Park Ayra peeked up from her latest novel to see who walked in.

Kim Kibum.

She blushed, wanting to continue reading her book but unable to tear her eyes away from the god that sauntered across the room. Kibum gave a kiss on the cheek to his longtime girlfriend, Yoona, before sliding into his desk. He mouthed something to her.

Saranghaeyo, jagiya. (I love you, sweetheart.)

Ayra sighed, turning back to her book. She knew there was absolutely no chance that he would ever look her way. That she could never compete with the beautiful Im Yoona. That there's nothing that can ever separate the school's "perfect couple." But that's a-okay. Really. Academics comes first.

"Park Ayra! Get your nose out of that book!" The dictator-that-bores-everyone-at-8-in-the-morning-with-trigonomic-functions barked at Ayra.

"Mianhae, seonsaengnim. (Sorry, teacher.)" She pouted, putting away her novel.

She resorted to watching him continue taking attendance.

"Hey! Ayra!" Someone behind her whispered loudly just as something—Thwock!—hit the back of her head. "Ayra! Ayra!"

Ayra looked down at the thing that landed next to her foot. A crumpled up paper ball.

"Ayra! Ayra! Pick it up!" That same voice called her. "Pick it up, Ayra!"

Academics comes first. Academics comes first. Academics comes first. Ayra resisted temptation to turn around and chuck the paper ball back.

"Ayra! Ayra! Pick it up!"

"Yah!" She slammed her hands down on her desk, turning around to glare at her best-friend. "SHIM CHANG-FREAKIN'-MI—"

"Park Ayra!" The teacher boomed. "WHAT IS IT NOW?!"

"Nothing, seonsaengnim." Ayra said. "Just wanted to tell Shim Changmin that prune juice works best for constipation." She glanced back, smirking.

And everyone laughed.

"Oh, and you thought throwing a paper ball at me would be a proper way to ask me to go to that new tea shop with you?" Ayra asked, stretching her arms.

"You were supposed to open it!" Changmin said defensively as they walked to the cafeteria for their lunch break.

"Pffft. You didn't even need to ask; would've saved you the embarassment." She yawned. "Oppa, you know I'd go with you. Tea shop means sweets. And sweets mean—"

"A happy Park Ayra." Changmin finished for her, looking at his best friend. She giggled, and his steps faltered as he watched her brush her hair back.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" She asked, self-concious of Changmin gazing at her with this funny look on his face.

"No," Changmin grinned. "You're just beautiful is all."

"Oppa," She giggled again. "You always say that!"

"And I mean it every time." He added, though not quite loud enough for his companion to hear.

Changmin kept walking, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Next to him, Ayra unmindfully skipped along, humming to her own tune with lunch in hand.

"I don't understand you." Someone said in a distance, voice cracking.

That voice.

Ayra froze mid-skip, eyes glued to Changmin strolling on ahead. She glanced around, wondering if that was directed to her.

"Why?" That same voice asked gruffly.

There.

Ayra looked towards the window. Kibum and Yoona were sitting on a bench under the tree by the hallway windows. She creeped closer to the opening, curious.

"Yoona. I asked you a question." Kibum said, standing up.

"It's nothing." She replied, twisting her hair with her finger.

"Oh, so it's nothing that you hooked-up with some random guy at Jasmine's party last month?" His voice was rising. Kibum kicked a rock, hands behind his head. "And I find out about it now? And I don't even hear it from you?!"

So much for perfect couple! Ayra leaned closer to the window, straining her ears to hear the conversation.

"When you say it like that, you make me sound like a ." Yoona cleaned her nails.

Kibum snorted. "You know what? We're done."

"Whatever. You'll miss me." She stood up and left.

"I do already." He said almost silently to himself. Kibum sighed defeatedly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Realizing what she witnessed, Ayra gasped... loudly. He turned towards the window. And she ran.

"You're late." Changmin said, putting his iced tea down. He gestured to the assortment of cookies and cupcakes on a tray set on the table as Ayra flopped on the chair.

"Sorry, Oppa." She said insincerely, fixated on the chocolate cupcake with frosting in the shape of Domo-kun. "I missed the bus."

Changmin chuckled, pushing the tray closer to Ayra. He sat in rapture, watching Ayra delicately pick up and unwrap the cupcake.. and proceeded to shove it into .

"Uh. Sorry to disturb you.. with your little moment here, but I need to pick some stuff up at the grocer's for my mom." He said slowly, watching Ayra down her fourth cupcake. "I paid the bill already, so don't worry about it." Changmin laughed, wiping off smeared icing from the corner of . 

She grinned, motioning for him to leave. Watching Changmin leave, Ayra pulled out a book and started where she'd left off.

The sound of a chair's legs scraping the wooden floor snapped her to attention. She nearly dropped her book, seeing who sat in front of her.

Kim Kibum.

"Hey, Ayra." he grinned. "Don't think a pretty girl like you should sit alone. Mind if I join you?"

If Ayra had been capable of forming words, she would've said yes. But all she was able to do was nod profusely and blush about twenty different shades of red.

Kibum smiled, aware of the obvious effect he had over her. Something clicked in his head, and he had an idea.

"Waiting for someone?" He asked smoothly.

"Just wanted some food." Ayra barely managed to say.

"Come here often?"

"The shop just opened."

"How about I pick up the tab?"

"Paid for."

Kibum pursed his lips, reaching for the same cookie that she was. Their hands made contact, and each felt this little current run between them. Kibum withdrew his hand, unsure of what to do.

"W-what?" Ayra took a bite out of the cookie, still shaken from what happened.

"You're.. making this really hard for me." He said quietly, cocking his head to the side.

"Mwoh?" She put the cookie down, staring cutely at him.

"What if.." Kibum leaned forward, closer to Ayra, watching her slowly turn pink. "I said I knew a guy that likes you. What would you do?"

"Uhh.." Ayra blinked, completely taken back. "Tell him to grow a pair and say it to my face?"

"He just did."

"Saranghaeyo, jagiya!" Kibum sing-songed brightly, tossing a bag overstuffed with Ayra's favorite sweets in her locker. "Happy monthsary!" He enveloped her into a long bear hug.

"Monthsary?" Ayra laughed. "Who celebrates that? What are you? A girl?" She kissed him on the cheek, slipping her gift for him in his pocket. A small bag of cookies—his favorites—from the tea shop they both liked.

"Yah! Park Ayra! Kim Kibum!" A teacher passed by, shouting at them. "No public displays of affection! Get to class!"

Yoona slipped by them, a smirk plastered on her beautiful face, as she strolled into the classroom. Ayra couldn't help but notice the stare filled with longing coming from her boyfriend's face. She sighed, hitting his shoulder when he turned to watch Yoona. As if just realizing Ayra's presence, Kibum took her by the hand and led her inside.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrinnnnnnnnggggggggggggg.

The school's-out bell rang, and everyone rushed out.

Ayra headed to her locker, passing by Kibum's. But something was out of place. Usually Kibum walks her out, but he was no where to be found. She did a 180° and made a bee-line back to the classroom.

He was there. And he wasn't alone.

Yoona was standing terribly close to him, touching his arm. Apparently Ayra was interrupting something, but they haven't noticed her yet.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm so jealous. Your little scheme with that Park Ayra worked." Yoona's hand traveled up Kibum's arm.

"Scheme?" Ayra broke in.

"Honey, your little job as a so-called girlfriend is over." Yoona rolled her eyes, pointing at the door. "He lied when he said he loved you. Now go home, I have some business with Kibum-oppa to attend to."

Ayra turned to Kibum. "Tell me she's lying."

He didn't say anything, his face—unreadable. 

Ayra went to the tea shop. Alone. She fiddled with the string of her tea bag, numb, unsure of what to do. This was her first relationship after all. To top it all off, she was sitting at the very same booth that Kibum confessed to her in, and gave her her first real kiss.

"Ugh.." She groaned, smacking her head on the table. "I'm so stupid."

She sat like that, for a while, ignoring any weird looks from the customers and waiters. Tapping her fingers on the glass—creating a monotonous rhythm. The sound grated in her ears although the shop was near quiet.

"Hey, Ayra." someone's all too familiar voice greeted her with the same words as before. "Mind if I join you?"

"Go away." She muttered, still face-down on the table.

"I've got a cupcake." Kibum bribed her, pushing a Domo-kun cupcake towards her.

She looked up, scowled at his pretty face and returned to her position on the table.

"I'm willing to work this out if you are." He said gently, touching her hand. "Hurting you was the last thing on my mind. I had no idea that feelings could develop so fast. Even over a month. Even for me. Please, believe me when I say I love you. Because I think—no, I know I honestly do."

Like the month before, that same current sparked at their touch and traveled a course throughout their bodies. 

Ayra propped herself up on her arm, gazing curiously at Kibum—blushing.

He smiled. She returned his smile.. with a little something extra. She shoved the cupcake he pushed in front of her back in his face.

"How much d'you love me now?" She laughed, watching him lean closer to her.

He kissed her, smiling, face covered with cupcake and all.