This is a Bright X female reader Oneshot. It's my first time trying this, so if there's any mistake, feel free to correct me!

Things to know:

Y/n: your name

Y/ln: your last name
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Y/n y/ln hates Christmas.

All those cheerful atmospheres, bulbous lighting, and butchery of innocent trees seemed to irritate her to the extremities. Since her childhood, her parents never really got time to celebrate the day and maybe this was the partial cause of the hatred.

If someone asks her to provide them with a particular reason, she would say she just doesn't understand why people need to celebrate with sumptuous decoration and feasts where poverty and hunger are the daily news topics. She doesn't get how people could be so inhumane! Where's the fucking humanity?

If they start talking about the vibes, she would just answer as dryly as she can that she doesn't really get the vibes. As simple as that.

And much to her rotten luck, soon after graduation with a little fortune in her hand she comes out of her house- revolting on how she wants to earn money on her own-only to find herself in an unknown, the grand city's not-so-grand apartment, where the next-door neighbors are the greatest Christmas Vinyl fans.

Even though she wouldn't admit it, the next-door neighbor's son is really hot and handsome and she might have got a crush on him too. And that's the only fact why she went to greet their neighbors with a bouquet of daisies on the first day.

The meeting hasn't been that great. She didn't know how, but soon the neighbor's son, named Bright, had started a great debate on 'why Christmas is a great event that everyone should celebrate' when Y/n had mistakenly let out her hostile feeling towards the festival. Of course, she wouldn't let him win with his point, so she too began against the topic.

And ladies and gentlemen, this is how everything starts.

•••

"Fuck! Not again", Y/n groaned, pressing pillow on her ear, trying to cut out every single sound waves of that damn loudspeaker her annoying boy next door bought the day before. She had a crush on him, yes. But he was super irritating!

'Long time ago in Bethlehem' blasted out of the speaker which, y/n was sure, echoing through the corridors.

What a bastard she's got as a neighbor!

She punched her pillow with a force and got up with a grunt. The dusky glow of Christmas Eve was flowing in through her stained glass windows as she walked out of her room throwing over a jacket.

She banged Bright's front door with such an intensity that would resonate with her anger.

"OPEN THE DOOR BASTARD!" She screamed over the blasting music.

The door soon opened and a familiar ravenette peered his head out with a smug grin- totally amused at the irritated girl outside.

"What brings you here, 'Grinch'?" Bright asked in the same volume as her, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"Lower the music! I am trying to sleep", She growled, glaring at the irritating yet handsome man in front.

"But it's Christmas Eve", he shrugged, ignoring her glare. Argh! This boy!

"None of my fucking concern!" She stamped her feet declaring her rising anger.

"Cool down, Y/n", Bright smirked, "Santa might not like your behavior".

"Fuck you and fuck your Santa! Just lower the damn volume or else I'll-" she had raised her fisted hand only to stop at the mid-action to find an old woman peering out of the open door.

"Who's this, Bright?" The woman asked.

"She's our neighbor, grandma", Bright gave a taunting look to Y/n.

"I am Y/n Y/ln, grandma", she wai-ed her.

"So, you're the noisy kid banging the door?" She looked at her through her spectacles that sat at the tip of her nose.

Your grandson is a noisy and irritating prick, grandma, she thought. With a forced smile she wai-ed again, "I am so sorry, grandma. I wanted to sleep but the music was too loud".

"Sleep on a Christmas Eve?" She inquired, eyeing her like an alien from Jupiter.

"I, uh-" Before she could make an excuse, Bright beats her to it.

"Our neighbor lives alone. She had no one to celebrate it", Bright explained, eyes glinting with mischief, "therefore, she gets irritated at random people".

Did he just label her as a madwoman?
Y/n gasps inaudibly, getting ready to defend her.

"Is it? Poor lass! Come in, celebrate it with us, come on", she pulled her in, asking Bright to close the door.

"Grandma, it's really not the reason!" She began, before stopping only to find Bright shaking his head, asking her not to speak any further. The look was not one of mischief or one of teasing. Bright was serious about it.

And he looked really hot!

"Make yourself at home, Y/n", the grandma kindly replied, pushing an armchair in front of her.

"Th-thanks", she stammered patting her messy hair to sit flat on her head. She felt awkward. The apartment was just like hers, except much cleaner and well-organized- neither too lavishly decorated, nor too empty.

She sat down gingerly, looking around, inspecting the room. It hasn't changed much since she last visited them, except there were a few more pictures frames on the wall indicating the time have indeed flowed for them- years after years.

The coziness reminded her of her grandma's room. The way she would sleep on her lap while she would tell her stories of her childhood. She misses home, she might not accept it always, but she does. And it was because of her own impulsive decision that she was out here without her family.

"Like it in here, Grinch?" A warm voice broke her trance and she soon cleared her throat to collect herself back.

She looked around. Finding grandma in the kitchen, she began, "why am I here, Chivaree?"

"Listen to my gran, please", he pleaded, "she's terminally ill, might die any day soon".

"Terminally ill?" Her voice softened as he looked at the old woman in the kitchen.

"Yes. Most of the time she tags along with my parents to come here, but this time she insisted to come along and be with me", Bright answered, his perfect features glowed in the light coming from the fireplace.

"I see. I am sorry", she answered.

"Can you stay here for today? At least for her?" Bright asked, "she never really meets anyone. She might have liked you earlier, isn't that a good thing?"

"Well, that's because you've portrayed me as a morose girl stuck in the city", She rolled her eyes with a smile to lighten the mood.

"That's because you're a Grinch!" Bright joked back, shoving her shoulder. Y/n blushed at the touch.

"Don't call me that idiot!" She smiled.

"Y/n, Bright, please come and help me bake a cake?" Grandma called them from the kitchen, breaking their small bubble.

They looked at each other before nodding and getting up.

•••

Y/n's laughter echoed through the kitchenette as Bright's grandma mocked Bright's slothful batter mixing skills.

"Stop making fun of me", Bright groaned.

"You deserve it!" Y/n laughed.

"You're disappointing me Vachirawit! How can you not use a whisk correctly?" Grandma said moving her spatula in the air.

"I just- I give up", Bright raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine go chop those berries", Grandma ordered.

When Bright came back with the boxes of berries, Grandma asked, "Y/n, don't you miss celebrating Christmas with your family?"

"Not really. We never really celebrate it. My parents are always out of town this time of the year", She shrugged mixing the batter.

Bright joined them, cutting the berries.

"Poor girl!" Grandma shook her head looking at y/n with a sympathetic look.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head, "it's fine, grandma. I don't really like Christmas".

"Eh? Why not?" She asked. Bright looked at her curiously.

"I... Just don't get the vibe", she shrugged.

"That's because you haven't had guardians to teach you how to celebrate it", grandma concluded.

"I wouldn't know", she put melted chocolate in the batter, before resuming her mixing.

"Bright go find the Christmas movie", the old woman ordered. Bright ran immediately after washing his hands clean.

"That's a pretty obedient boy I have got", the old woman said, smiling, "and he worst at explaining his feelings".

Y/n stopped mixing. "What-t do you m-mean, grandma?"

"He likes a girl", grandma answered looking at her with an amused expression.

Flabbergasted Y/n stood frozen in the spot. She couldn't believe her ears. Bright's has a crush! Really? She had hoped for this. But this news somehow got her feeling blue.

"From his school, I presume?" She asked.

"Ah, no. From this apartment", grandma answered.

"O-oh", she answered. It might be Millie from the top floor. Yes, it must be her! He cannot definitely be falling for Y/n especially how she has had behaved with him since the very first day.

She resumed mixing once again, trying to concentrate on the work to dump her disappointment. He likes her. Not Y/n.

He likes her. Not Y/n.

He likes her. Not Y/n.

He likes her... Not Y/n!

"Wouldn't you ask who that girl is?" Grandma asked.

"Um, it's not something I should show curiosity on. I am not someone who deserves to know this", she forced a smile.

"That's a pity then", grandma shook her head.

"I didn't get you..."

"Bright! Please chop the fruits now", the old woman called out, walking back to the living room. Soon Bright emerged gingerly and began cutting the berries.

"You need to put the berries in first", Bright pointed out finding her already putting the batter in the oven.

"You don't need to tell me what I should do!" She snapped. She was angry and disappointed, "Move your ass and chop those damn berries faster".

"Excuse me! Why are you shouting at me?!" Bright demanded.

Because you broke my heart! "Because you deserve it!" She huffed, snatching away the knife from Bright.

"And what exactly did I do?!" Bright asked.

"You like Millie! That's what you did!" She shouted back, her eyes prickling with some uninvited tears. This is what you deserve, fat-ass!

"I don't like Millie, excuse me!" Bright crossed his arms on his chest.

"Yes, you do!" Y/n hiccuped involuntarily, getting more frustrated.

"And who said that?!" Bright asked again.

"Your grandma did!" She screamed.

"I did not mention any name", grandma shouted from the living room, smiling, totally enjoying everything.

Y/n grew red in embarrassment, "well, y-yeah, she did not".

Bright stifled a smile, "so what if I like Millie? Are you jealous?"

HELL YES!

"Who is?" Y/n turned away, blushing, as he mixed the now fruit mixed batter even rigorously.

"You are. You were snapping on me for nothing", Bright chuckled.

"Stop laughing at me!" Y/n sniffed.

"Fine. Then why are you crying, Grinch?" Bright asked leaning on the counter.

Shit! She was crying!

She quickly brushed the tears off, "I am not! Argh!"

"Of course you are not! You were bawling your eyes out", Bright scoffed.

"I was not!- I mean I was-wasn't crying!!" Y/n blushed even more.

"You were", Bright replied flatly.

"No, I wasn't!" She shook her head.

"You were".

"I wasn't".

"Were."

"Wasn't".

"Just admit it, goddamn it!"

"I was not! I would never mind or cry on the fact you like Millie of all the persons in this apartment, okay?" She threw the whisk into the bowl.

"Liar".

"I wasn't lying, asshole!"

"You were".

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"Fine! I was, okay?" She stamped her feet.

"Why does it bother you if I like someone?"

"It doesn't", her stomach somersaulted.

"It does. You accepted it right now".

"Our conversation ends here! I am so done with you", She took the bowl and slid it into the oven.

"So you are a coward who runs away? Why does it bother you if I like someone? Do you like me, Y/n?"

"Yes", she sighed, "I like you", she looked back with her eyes full of tears, "I like you, yes".

"Really?" Bright was caught off-guard at her words.

She scoffed to herself, "what it has to do with you, anyway? You like Millie after all". She sighed.

"I don't like Millie!" Bright protested.

"Yeah, whatever", she rolled her eyes, rubbing the tears from them.

"I don't like her! The truth is... I like you, Y/n", Bright confessed, sighing.

"Huh? Why?"

"'Why?'" Bright asked, chuckling. His cheeks were red. "Because you are a quirky, hard-working girl who stays with work twenty-four-seven. And mostly because you're an anti-fan of Christmas", he snickered at the last part.

"Stop! What are you even saying!" Y/n covered her face watching Bright smile at her.

Oh, God! That smile.

"I am saying I... Like you, Y/n because you are you."

"Bright-" her words were cut off when Bright suddenly hugged her.

BRIGHT VACHIRAWIT CHIVAREE HUGGED HER AND CONFESSED TO HER!!

Her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest any moment now.

That night while they watched the Grinch movie with Bright's grandma, Bright had subtly hooked his fingers with Y/n. Y/n had smiled and had blushed. Probably Christmas wasn't so bad after all.

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Few days ago I found two of my books were illegally copied to another website. Two of the book including Amoret and the Preserver of the Universe. Turns out, few of my friends have also experienced the same thing. I have found out there's no way to report the websites, so it'll not be of any use to unpublish the books forever.

Anyways, thoughts about this one shot? Pretty cringy according to me haha.