───── ⨾ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
requested by assyrtiko

✧ ARTIST ♡ Bojan Cvjetićanin
✧ WARNINGS ♡ None
✧ SYNOPSIS ♡ Ilse and Bojan 'hate' each other but what happens when he needs her help with a song because no one else is free.

    AN ANNOYED ILSE rolled her eyes at the brunette standing in front of her. Bojan had just asked her to help him finish writing this new song called 'Umazane Misli' for Joker Out since her brother Kris wasn't in Slovenia and the others were busy. Of course, the one time everyone's busy is the one time he would need help with a song. She wanted to glare at him but refrained.

    "Why can't you do it yourself?" Her voice was pretty cold and slightly venomous.

    The two didn't really like one another and it all started a couple years back. Ilse didn't understand why her brother was friends and in a band with Bojan, but she never really said much about it to him specifically. She thought that the singer was nothing but a flirt who didn't take much of anything seriously. She couldn't stand him, at least that's what she convinced herself.

    The brunette prevented himself from also rolling his eyes, not in the mood to fight with her. "Trust me, I don't like this either, but it's not going to get done if I don't have help. It was supposed to be finished yesterday but everyone is busy. I'll leave you alone after it is complete."

    "Fine," she hesitantly agreed.

    "Thank you. Come by the studio in an hour. I have a couple of things to do but I'll meet you there." With that, Bojan left, which annoyed her even more.

    Ilse closed the door and walked back to her room, jumping onto her bed. "Kris owes me," she muttered to herself before sighing.

    If anyone asked her why she was enemies with her brother's band mate, she would just glare at nothing in particular. She never had a specific answer other than "he's annoying to me" or "I just don't." However, there really was a genuine reason; he had dated one of her ex friends during high school. Yes, that's the big thing that she never wanted to tell people because they might get the wrong idea.

    She could imagine someone telling her that she was just jealous, which she would immediately deny, but deep down she had to know that there was some truth to it...right? Well, no. Ilse was too stubborn to give into that thought and she was hellbent on making it known that she 'didn't care' about the singer.

    Her brother was always teasing her about it since he was obviously aware of what went on and the things that she didn't want to tell people. The siblings had gotten into plenty of arguments over this, mainly one sided ones.

    She was certain that she didn't like Bojan.

    The time passed by fairly quickly and she kept her promise, meeting the singer at the studio. She was starting to regret her choice but didn't want Kris coming back and trying to throw a fit because she was being 'too childish' in his eyes. If a song needed done, she supposed she could tough it out and help.

    Ilse was quite the skilled songwriter and there were times where Bojan thought that she was too good. He thought that she was someone who liked to brag about everything since he had overheard her talking about her accomplishments to different people before, but really she was just proud of herself. He didn't seem to catch that part though.

    Both of them were stubborn and that could not be clearer.

    "You actually came," Bojan acknowledged her presence.

    "Didn't I say I would?" Ilse countered with an eyebrow raised. She wanted to say something not so nice but didn't allow herself to.

    Bojan ignored her words and changed the subject. "I got everything set up. I didn't want to inconvenience you and have you here longer, thought you might have something better to do."

    The Guštin stepped closer to him and crossed her arms over her chest, staring him down because of his comments. "You know, you don't have to be such an ass all the time!"

    "I know you're not telling me that," he scoffed.

    If looks could kill, both of them would be six feet under by now. Both were thinking it was a bad idea to be in the same room for longer than a second but Ilse wanted to keep her promise, no matter how annoyed she would get.

    Bojan continued, "You think you're so perfect. You walk around and talk about all the things your good at and think you're better. Trust me, I'd much rather have Kris here."

    Ilse laughed but she couldn't deny how his words hurt her. "You're such a hypocrite! When have I ever said or acted like I'm better than anyone? Hmm? You think you know what I'm about but you don't, you have no idea. What about you though? You can't take anything seriously and last time I checked, Irena broke up with you because you're annoying."

    It was low, very low, but she couldn't take it back and after what he said about her, she wasn't sure that she wanted to. Her features softened slightly though when she noticed Bojan's face drop, his eyes moving away from her gaze. That's when she began to regret everything.

    Ilse didn't recognize the feelings that started to blossom in her chest; it was this feeling that she had felt before but pushed away each time. She felt almost sad when Bojan seemed sad, even though she never realized until now.

    "Bojan—," she spoke before her brain could process.

    "No, you're right. Irena did break up with me but not for that reason. She kissed Kris at a party and he told me about it, so I had ended up confronting her about it. She said that she was drunk and didn't mean it but at the same time, I could tell she was lying. She finally told me the truth—she only went out with me to make someone jealous."

    Ilse wanted to resist her feelings but her heart broke at his words, not used to trying to understand him. "I can't believe she did that? Do you know who she tried to make jealous?"

    She was genuinely curious since she was unable to think of someone.

    He shook his head, still refusing to look at the Guštin. "No, and I never asked. But I had other people tell me it was you. I never really wanted to believe it. She went on and started telling people that I annoyed her and made up more lies about me, so the reason you hate me so much is based on lies."

    The male finally glanced back up at her before going to sit down in a nearby chair. He heard her sigh but didn't think much of it since he was sure she wouldn't believe him. However, her next words shocked him more than he would've expected.

    "I don't hate you. I was sure that you hated me and honestly, I think everyone was right, as much as I don't want to admit it." She paused and thought about if she wanted to continue or not, but she was tired of the constant fighting and drama. They were adults who should have been able to talk about things sooner.

    "I had a crush on you in high school and Irena knew about it. Her and I were friends at first but she was very competitive and would always put me down. It was subtle at first but then she didn't hide it." Ilse went to sit down in the chair beside Bojan.

    "I think all this time, I've had feelings for you and when the two of you dated, I was jealous. That and the fact that she ruined my self esteem, it felt really bad. So, I was convinced that acting like I hate you would be better than having my heart broken more. Even after she broke up with you, I did not understand how she got to have what I wanted."

    Bojan's attention was fully on Ilse and he took in what she was saying, took in how genuine she was being. He had never seen her like this and honestly, he hated seeing it. He could understand since he did the same thing. Hearing that she had a crush on him almost made him smile but he couldn't find it in himself after hearing what his ex had done to the Guštin.

    "I'm so sorry." He couldn't help but feel apologetic.

    "I finally found my confidence again and actually felt proud of myself. Whenever I do well with something that I didn't think I would, I tell my family and friends because I feel proud. I don't think that I'm better than anyone."

    She took a deep breath and almost froze when she felt one of his hands take one of hers into his, holding it. She had found herself imagining what it would be like to hold his hand in the past but didn't think it would ever happen.

    It was his turn to say something, the silence filling the studio. "I don't think that of you, I just needed any reason to not fall in love with you even more. You are the smartest person I know and you write such good songs. I think I do sometimes get jealous because it's so natural to you, but I love that about you."

    "You're in love with me?" Ilse asked, her tone full of shock and slight confusion.

    "Yes," Bojan confirmed.

    "I love you too." It didn't take long for her to tell him.

    Bojan finally smiled and it caused the H/C haired girl to do so as well. He tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear before he started leaning in closer to her. She met him halfway and their lips met; the kiss was soft and full of love. It was something they both wanted to do for the longest time but their own stubbornness never allowed them to.

    Ilse laughed once they broke apart and Bojan kissed her forehead. The two could have stayed like this forever but they soon started to remember the reason why they were in the studio in the first place.

    She leaned back in her chair, perfectly content. "I guess we should finish writing that song now."