so this kind of got away with me and probably turned into something a lot more serious than it was meant to be. tumblr request.
It wasn't the first time he had thought about it, not by a long shot. The thought of their second date had been running through his mind since their first date, even if it later the same night he had caught her kissing his older brother and then them dating for six months. That didn't mean a guy couldn't dream right? Her dating someone else didn't change the fact that she was still and probably would always be the girl of his dreams. He couldn't help his heart's syncopated beating as he sat across from her, watching her shovel seaweed noodles into her mouth. Feeling his heavy gaze she looked up, grinning, cheeks bulging with food, and grinned. Bolin smiled back and wondered whether he'd ever see the part of herself that he'd shared with Mako, if they'd ever share whispers, lips swiping against earlobes, or glances across the room, saying words without speaking. But he wasn't Mako and he never would be. He wasn't the strong and silent type. Bolin was fun, the one to crack a joke in the most serious of situations and he knew how to make Korra laugh so hard her ribs hurt, that she couldn't help but lean onto him, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. Maybe she'd never share the part of herself reserved for Mako, but there were parts of herself he was sure she didn't dare share with his brother either. They didn't have burping contests or share jokes reserved for immature twelve-year-olds. Mako could have that part of her because Bolin didn't want it. He didn't want the insecure Korra, the one who was always comparing herself to Asami. He didn't like that Korra. He liked the self-assured Korra who challenged Tahno to a fight in this very restaurant, the brave girl who'd tamed a polarbeardog. That was the Korra he loved, the girl he could only hope would one day love him back.