One-shots [Crush x Reader]

Height Problems♡ ~Female x Female~

The sliding doors open and people bustle onto the subway train. Promptly it gets noisy - to your disappointment - so you shut your book and resort to gazing out the window.

There really isn't much to look at as of now; a mother and father are struggling to drag their kid to the subway train. A small smile grace your face as your parents and eight year old self appear in place of the family.

Your heart swells at the reminiscence. Ever since you left for college, your parents have been perpetually calling you. Though they say they don't miss you at all, their sobbing at the end of every phone call says otherwise.

"Dang it!"

Nearby, a petite girl is on the floor attempting to reach for her wallet in the crowd of feet. Without much thought, you leave your seat and pick up the sparkly wallet. She lifts her head up, bumping into a purse. "Ow..."

You suppress a laugh as she reaches for your outstretched hand. You take notice of her slightly stained fingers and internally shudder with repugnance. How often is the subway train cleaned? Hardly ever; it's evident with the grungy floor.

"Thank you so much! I was starting to think there aren't any decent human being out there. And let me tell you," she points to the purse that she bumped into earlier, "that lady clearly have rocks in there. I'm surprised my head didn't get bashed!"

"You're quite the exaggerator huh?" You offer a wet wipe to the grinning female.

"Yeahhh... not the first time I've heard that. Just wait until your head hits that purse and you'll agree with me!" she defends. You know that won't happen and nod a few times. "You don't believe me, do you...?"

"Not at all," you reply back.

"Well... at least you're honest."

Your lips tug into a small smile. Turning around, you decide to head back to your seat. But of course... someone took it. The kid sends you a bashful smile, hugging his backpack closer to his chest. "Fine... you can sit there. Mind giving me my bag though please?" Your outstretched hand waits for the bag.

He ducks his head in apology and gives you your bag with his delicate and tiny fingers. "Here you go, miss!"

"Thanks!"

"Oh...? Not only are you a wallet saver, but also a seat giver?" her voice pipes up. "Niiicee... I'm totally not attracted to you or anything!"

Her tinted face says otherwise.

An eyebrow quirks up and you shrug nonchalantly. "Many people would've done the same," your eyes lower to the name tag on her blouse, "(C/N), is it?"

"That's what my name tag says, right?" She smiles from ear to ear. "What's your name, college student?"

"What makes you think I'm in college?"

"You look like one."

"Well, you're right. I'm a senior in college. You're not one I'm guessing?"

"Actually, I'm in college! I'm a sophomore."

The subway train halts abruptly. With your quick reflexes, you grasp onto a pole as (C/N) face plants into your breasts. Her face promptly turns vermillion as she splutter apologies.

"(C/N), it's fine! I know you didn't do that intentionally."

"BLAME MY SHORT HEIGHT! IF I WAS TALLER, MY FACE WOULDN'T HAVE SMASHED INTO YOUR MUSHY MOUNDS!"