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THE RAIN HAS AN EDGE ╰ ﹙ ☁️ ﹚ft. park sunghoon ﹕ a oneshot ﹙ preview ﹚

you are the girl with an umbrella on a rainy day, and sunghoon is the boy at the bus stop drenched from head to toe.

in a nutshell ﹒ there’s a heavy downpour so you hold an umbrella over sunghoon and he looks at you like you’re crazy // 100% fluff

word count ﹒ preview is 1.5k; full ver ~6-7k

fic one of the between the lines series ﹙ coming soon ! ﹚

“true, the sun and the wind inspire. but the rain has an edge. who, after all, dreams of dancing in the dust? or kissing in the bright sun?” — cynthia barnett

now playing ﹒ paris in the rain﹙ lauv ﹚

THE FIRST TIME you talk to park sunghoon, it’s raining, it’s cold, and jake had ditched you to “hang out” with chaewon, because he’s a crappy friend who pounces at any opportunity for female attention.

after your study session in the school library finishes, you find yourself standing at the school’s front entrance, grimacing at the downpour of rain in front of you. heavy pellets pummelled from the sky like bullets, forming puddles in the divots of the ground and lowering the temperature enough to make you shiver. 

lucky for you, you remembered to bring your umbrella.

this was a habit of yours even on the sunniest of days, after spending five days bedridden with a fever following The Great Downpour of 2020.

when you reached for your backpack and unfurled your umbrella, it sprung to life and off you went, hopping down the cement paveway that led to the nearest bus stop.

you’re just about to slip in your earphones when you stop in your tracks, spotting a figure a few steps ahead of you. 

the person is crouching on the ground at the bus stop, hunched over and hugging their bookbag in an attempt at gathering warmth. 

the person is drenched and miserable.

and practically radiating angst and despair.  

because you’ve always been a totally (impulsive) caring and selfless person, you shuffle over and hold your umbrella over the person’s head.

they look up — and just when you encounter a cold gaze, dark brows and raven hair — you realise that the moody figure is none other than park sunghoon.

park sunghoon, the ridiculously good-looking senior everybody whispers about but doesn’t actually know anything about. 

park sunghoon, the guy who always wears a stoic, unsmiling expression that makes him the most unapproachable of his group of friends. 

and park sunghoon, the one who’s staring at you with a baffled and slightly distrustful expression on his face. 

oh.

you’re just standing here, staring at him like a creep. 

crap.

you should say something.

you open and shut your mouth a few times, trying to brainstorm what you might possibly say. you want to sound smart. and funny. and cool. so, naturally, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a very intelligent and super profound, “it’s, uh. . . raining.”

sunghoon continues to stare, his brows slightly furrowed to suggest he was questioning your sanity. 

“it’s raining,” you stupidly repeat louder, as though he hadn’t heard you over the rain. 

“good catch,” he replies, his gruff voice coinciding with the slight dip of his lips. 

the rumors are so true. 

sunghoon definitely has a very grumpy, rather angsty demeanour. you’ve actually spotted him around school a few times (you may or may not follow him with your eyes every time he’s around. is that a crime? it can’t be! you’re not the only one in the student body who finds him extremely attractive and painfully enigmatic), but he’s not the kind of person you can approach so easily.

in fact, he’s been coined the nickname ice prince for a reason.

“yes, uh,” you struggle to string together a coherent set of words, especially because he stands to his feet now, and you have to make the effort to not be intimidated by his height. 

“what i meant to say is that it’s raining but you don’t have an umbrella,” you laughed awkwardly, wanting to whack your head and yell stupid, stupid, stupid for impulsively waddling over here and saying stupid things to park sunghoon of all people. “i-i mean, obviously it’s a free country and you can totally do whatever you want, but, as you might already know — and i’m sure you do because you’re one of the smartest kids in school — standing in the rain can get you sick, like, really sick, and i only know this because about three years ago i forgot my umbrella and — funny story — i ended up getting so sick that i had to take five days off school because my fever was so high.”

oh god.

you quickly slap the tips of your fingers over your lips to physically restrain yourself from talking. the motion makes sunghoon’s gaze quickly flit to your lips, before they bounce back up to your eyes.

his stare is so painfully emotionless that you cringe inwardly.

you wish he’d say something.

anything. literally anything.

but he’s silent.

well, of course he is — you basically just trauma dumped about your stupid fever story. boo-hoo, you were sick from the rain — who cares?

just when you think you’ve reached the death of the conversation, you’re surprised by the sound of his soft voice.

“. . . niki.”

huh?

you blink, leaning in slightly so that you can hear him better.

“. . . niki. my brother. he took the last umbrella.”

oh.

your lips form a small o as you nod in understanding. “oh, niki! that doesn’t surprise me. he’s in my class, you know, and he’s always playing pranks on our teacher. one time he actually hid the test papers so we got a whole extra day to study,” your voice lowers to a whisper, “can’t believe i still failed it though. . .”

sunghoon doesn’t say anything, and afraid of being submerged in awkward silence again, you rush to fill in the space. 

“so where’s niki now?”

he shrugs. “soccer practice, probably.”

“oh,” you frown. “wait, aren’t you part of the soccer team, too? you’re the goalie. you saved so many goals last season and helped the team to their first win in two years,” you say, though your eyes widen in panic as soon the words leave your mouth, “n-not that i’m a stalker, or anything,” you frantically add, “it’s just that everyone knows you’re the goalie because one, it’s common knowledge, and two, the game is coming up and we’re all on the edge of our seats to find out how it goes!” 

stupid stupid stupid. 

why are you rambling so much? 

sunghoon doesn’t seem to mind, though his lips flatten in a rather sour manner. “i quit the team, actually.”

you gasp. “you’re the person jake is replacing? he’s been so cocky ever since it was announced that he’d be on the team. what made you quit?”

he shrugs, “it got boring,” he mumbles, then his ears turn slightly red and he dips his head in an emotion you never imagined park sunghoon could wear — embarrassment. “and i accidentally sprained my ankle.”

you blinked in surprise. “how?”

he hesitates before answering. “i tripped.” 

you stifle a laugh at the irony, because while sunghoon was a lot of adjectives — tall, handsome, mysterious, brooding, kind of scary, even — you never thought he was clumsy.

you softly cackle, earning you a glare from the boy. 

“sorry,” you grin playfully, growing accustomed to his icy aura. “i just never pictured you as a klutz.”

“says you,” he grumbles, “weren’t you the one who tripped and fell in the cafeteria last week? ”

“what—” you choked, “you saw that?”

he exhaled through his nose in amusement. “who didn’t?” sunghoon raised a brow at you. “i’m pretty sure someone recorded and posted it. the caption was ‘dumbass fails to do simple task and ends up with food all over her clothes.’”

your eyes slammed shut before they shot open. “fucking jake,” you growled, gripping the umbrella tightly. “i’m going to kill him.”

sunghoon chuckled, and the sound made your heart beat a little faster. you caught a fleeting glimpse of his smile which — by the way — showcased the most emotion you had ever seen from the boy. it couldn’t be helped that your stomach mangled and twisted at his pearly-white boyish smile, one that made his cheeks bunch up his face and his eyes twinkle like stars.

how pretty.

his smile faded as quickly as it appeared, however, and you soon found yourself facing his usual blank expression again. 

you want to try say something that might make him smile or laugh again, but he suddenly steps outside of the cage of your umbrella and raises his hand, hailing down the incoming bus. 

it slowly stops by the road beside the two of you, marking the end of your little interaction. 

“oh, your bus is here,” you force a smile, rather disappointed. “i’ll, um, see you later, sunghoon.”

“get home safe,” he retrieves his bus card from his pocket, glancing over his shoulder before he boards his bus. “and thanks. for the umbrella.” 

“n-no problem!” you quickly smile, “and by the way, my name is—”

“i know your name,” he interjects, and you think your mind is playing tricks on you when you see the edges of his lips twitch upward. “see you around.” 

sunghoon disappears into the bus and it whizzes by you, though you stay frozen in your feet for what feels like forever. 

he knows your name.

he’ll see you around.

you tuck your lip between your teeth, cheeks and ears flaring up.

get home safe.

if that’s what he truly wants, then yes — you think you can manage that.

( to be continued )

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a/n . btw this is a preview only. the full fic might come out next week ? anyway my first hoonie fic and it's 100% pure, unadulterated fluff <3 this is inspired by paris in the rain + the above quote + an exo fic i adore ^^ hope u all liked it :) see u in the full version maybe ? 🤓

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ENHYPEN hyung line AS OLD LOVE SONGS — THE SERIES. ⭒

VOL 1 | MASTERLIST

﹙. ♡﹚ PARK JONGSEONG | PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER

— ⟢ pairing: lawyer!jay x lawyer!afab reader

— ⟢ synopsis: jay and you are in a friends with benefits situation and also partners at work. but he is falling harder for you each day more and more, and he is waiting for your precious love, as you put your head on his shoulder, after an amazing night. (sets in dirty little secret/lawyer!jay universe)

— ⟢ wc: 3.8k !

— ⟢ warnings: smut, protected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), using pet names (darling, good boy, princess) and i guess that's it!

— ⟢ a/n: say hello to the part 1 of old love songs series! first one is for my beloved lawyer!jay, the first character i ever wrote and please treat him right! he has a special place in my heart. also i added a scene from their university/rivalry years which is connected to the og fic and i hope you enjoy that! idk which member will be next but i will make sure to update you, thank you for reading<3 ily oreos.

You opened the front door of your house as fast as you could because you had a Park Jongseong pressed against your back, attacking the nape of your neck like he was hungry and you were his dinner. 

He smirked when you finally pushed both of you inside of your house, where you had been meeting almost everyday after work, to have some fun, and today was no exception. 

His fingers were already on his tie, loosening it as he made you walk to your bedroom, supporting you from your ass with his other hand. 

“C’mon darling.” He kind of jumped with excitement behind you as he saw your bed, that you didn’t even bother to make and some underwear laying on top. 

He let his body fall on the mattress, legs spread as he unbuttoned his shirt with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes at his boyish behavior but you followed him as you straddle his lap and pulled his shirt over his shoulders, exposing his bare chest to your eyes. 

“I sucked you off yesterday so it’s your turn.” You sweetly smiled and he groaned, his back falling to the bed. “Was too excited for a head, fuck.” 

“I’m sorry, Park.” You shrugged your shoulders in tiny, as you kissed his exposed chest and then his neck, making him whimper under you. “Also, we both know how much you like giving me head.” You smirked against his skin, remembering the time he cummed in his pants while he was eating you out under the sheets. 

“You’re never going to stop talking about this right?” He huffed, before grabbing your chin to kiss your lips, which you do rarely, especially when you both are in the need to relieve stress. 

“Looks like you want romantic fuck?” You pouted, when you broke the kiss and made him giggle. 

“Mhm, if you also want to of course.” He pushed a strand of hair that was falling in front of your eye. 

“You drived me crazy at work, and now you’re asking me to make love to you..” You rolled your eyes in a mocking way before you kissed his lips once more, making him feel butterflies that he didn’t want to feel at all. 

Jay’s eyes closed with pleasure, when you kissed his neck slowly, sucking his skin and making him whimper underneath you. Jay and you have been in this routine for the past two weeks maybe, and for sure, this became his favorite part of the day. 

You made work fun for him, knowing he will get to taste you after a long stressful day, it really made being an attorney bearable. Having a clever partner which he gets to fuck after work. 

Your fingers unbuckled his belt quickly, as your lips were attached to his birthmark on his neck, then you felt his hands grabbing you by the waist tightly, pushing you more into his crotch as you straddled him. 

“Oohh..” 

You snapped your head up from his neck, hearing his painful moan, to look at his eyes with red and plump lips from kissing, “What now?” 

He flipped you over on the bed and got on top, then a cheesy smile covered his lip, before he nibbled on his bottom lip like a naughty kid.

“I need to pee so badly.” 

You gave him a dead glare because this wasn’t the first instead of being hot and sexy, deciding to tell the most random and weird thing his little mind can ever come up with. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” 

He got up from the bed and walked to the door as he had a hand on his crotch area, “It’s your karma for beating me at Harvard, darling.” 

Well even though Jay was incredibly weird and a mood killer most of the time, he always made you end up crying on his dick, wanting for more, begging for more.

Even the times when he insisted to have a romantic fuck, like an actual couple, with kisses and words. Both of you wanted to think this was just an act, since the beginning of your agreement. You’d love to take your anger out of each other as well as this. But Jay was dying inside, why you had to make love so softly, his heart was literally aching whenever you touched him. 

When he was thrusting in and out of you, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly and your lips against his, letting him swallow your moans, you craved him more. Most of the time he went back to his place but sometimes you craved the man who just fucked you to stay all night beside you. It just felt better, nothing has to do with Jay at all. 

“Jay?” 

He shivered when you mumbled his name all of a sudden, but tried to act cool as much as possible, “Yeah?” 

“Can you stay with me tonight?” 

The way he nodded so quickly made you want to smile so hard. 

You brought your hands to his cheeks, caressing the top of his cheekbones lightly, “Thanks.” 

He gulped, shaking his head to the sides, “It is actually closer to work from your house, plus you drive and gas is kinda expensive these days..” 

Your mouth opened with shock, the audacity this man had to say all these, when he was inside you, fucking you!?

“Oh god, I really do hate you, like a lot.” 

“Why we fucking right now then?”

You sighed deeply, as he brushed his nose against yours and pressed his lips to your tilted cheek, “Tell me.” 

“Tell you what?” You mumbled, trying to sound as neutral as possible as he landed butterfly kisses to your jaw. 

“Why we can’t keep our hands off each other, if you hate me so much?” 

He rocked his hips slightly harder to get a reaction out of you when you deadpanned, and it worked, you moaned, looking at him with questioning eyes. 

“Because you make me feel good.” 

“Couldn’t hear that, darling.” 

You got angry and grabbed his chin between your fingers to push his face to yours, making him stare at you. Your lips were dangerously close again as you speaked. 

“You make me feel good.” 

A pretty smile formed on his lips before he kissed you, his arms snaking around your body, and yours around his neck, as your lips danced against each other. When Jay pushed his tongue between your lips you let him, and with a move with your hip and a push to his shoulder, you turned his body over, making both of you lay on sides. 

His one hand creeped to the back of your head and pushed your face even closer to his, noses and teeth bumping against each other for a while, until you completed the turn and got on top of him. 

Your chest was pressed to his as you started rocking your hips, and your lips didn’t leave each other not even for a second. Even when you wanted to breathe, your lips were on his, and you just breathed into his mouth, before he pushed your head down again, licking into your mouth messily. 

You softly giggled when he pulled the sheets to cover you up and then massaged your back over it. He knew you got cold easily. 

Your lips dropped down to his sharp jawline and you couldn’t help but bite the tensed muscle, making him hiss. “Relax, babe.” 

His clenched jaw softened, and you smiled and started kissing his skin there, this time making him whimper softly. “Mhm, such a good boy.” 

“Ah, good boy, huh?” 

You hummed sweetly, putting a hand on his cheek to pinch lightly, “Aren’t you one?” 

You gasped when his hands grabbed your ass and squeezed your skin harshly. Then he put his finger where his cock was parting you apart and pushed himself deeper in you, “Am I?” 

You gasped, feeling his thighs against yours.

“Fuck you.” 

“You’re already at it.” 

“You’re so deep.” You closed your eyes for a second and then sighed, opening your eyes to his smug face. 

“I know, I can feel it too.” 

“Asshole.” You bit back, trying to move your hips slightly. 

“You like me.” He smirked, guiding your hips on his cock. 

“I despise you.” 

“You are sitting on my cock.” 

“Ugh.” You whined, grasping his face between your fingers before kissing him angrily, making him let out a manly yet soft laugh into your mouth. 

“You’re lucky this is still my favorite time of the day.” You mumbled and then smirked, making Jay roll you over and get on top again, having a hand behind your head. 

His lips pressed to yours as he started fucking you faster and harder, just the way you liked it, making you let out his favorite sounds. 

2018, Harvard

Your eyes were burning from studying for your final exam and your neck was killing you from the sitting position you had for the past seven hours. 

I need to beat Jongseong. 

“Ugh, speak of the devil..” You rolled your eyes, seeing your biggest rival and the guy you hated the most entering the library, with his glasses you thought were not prescribed at all. Loser.

Library was almost empty and he had plenty of seats for him to choose and sit. Yet, you winced when he loudly pulled the chair next to you, making people look at you, and earning a scolding ‘ssh’ from the librarian. 

“What’s up?” He whispered, making you give him a deadly look. 

“Horrible, since you decided to sit next to me and interrupt my studying.” 

He rolled his tongue in his mouth, and he enjoyed how he had the magic to get you so angry. He watched you in classes, you were not a hot headed person at all, everyone loved you so much. You were like honey to them, their hardworking, helpful, sweet y/n. Even the professors loved you so much, only if they knew you were a brat out of the classroom.

He shrugged lightly, “You look like shit.” 

You didn’t even remove your eyes from the paper which you were highlighting with a neon colored pen. He might’ve been right, your hair was in a messy bun, you were on your period, you had zits on your chin due to hormonal imbalance, and your under eyes were baggy. 

All the things you sacrificed to beat his ass. 

“I know.” 

He smirked before he put his hands on your shoulders, and attempted to massage them, which made you let out a tiny scream. 

“Hey!” 

He gave you a soft look under his lashes, you just knew he had another evil plan in his head just by looking at his pretty cat eyes. 

“You look tense and stressed and horrible and —

“Come to the point, Jay.” 

He huffed, pulling you from your chair closer to his, making yet another loud sound, and another deadly look from the librarian falling on you both. 

“Let me massage your shoulders a little bit, princess. Don’t worry, I am really good at it.” 

When you were dating Sunghoon, he used to tell you how amazing massages Jay gives to his friends, and if he ends up jobless, he can basically open a spa. Only problem was, you never trusted Jay, and you still thought he must have had an evil plan. 

But you had zero energy on your spine to hold you up, and you were planning to take a fifteen minute break anyway to sleep. That was your sleep schedule during finals.. fifteen minutes. It could have been an hour if Jongseong didn’t exist though. 

“I wanna race on equal terms,” He showed you his teeth as he smiled and then you felt his fingers grasping on your shoulders, kneading your muscles gently. 

“Oh..”

“Good, right?” He smirked, looking at your relaxed eyebrows, as he worked his magic on you. 

You were only able to nod, as your eyes were closed now, and when they were closed, Jay stared at your highlighted parts, the parts you refused to give him when he asked for it and were possible final questions. 

“Now I will massage your neck,” He whispered, putting only one hand on the base of your tilted neck, eyes still closed as the devil himself took his phone out from his pocket, and took pictures of your textbook.

Now his plan was to fuck off, and sit somewhere else and study these until the morning. His plan worked. 

He smirked, gathering his belongings to get up, but your head fell down to his shoulder suddenly. 

You just fell asleep on his shoulder. 

How exhausted you might have been to fall asleep this quick on his shoulder, you were like those weird people on a plane who abruptly fell on you and you had to just go with it. 

He huffed as he stared down at your sleeping face on his shoulder, and licked his lips to the view — He had to admit, you were still pretty with dry patches of skin on your forehead and pimples he wanted to squeeze on your chin. 

Then he got sleepy too as he studied the parts he stole from you from his phone screen, and his head slowly fell on top of yours, falling asleep. 

Your fifteen minute break, turned into a three hour long sleep, on Jay’s shoulders and his evil plan also failed, since he fell asleep with you, instead of studying. 

When you woke up, you had only an hour left until the exam, and the sun was already shining outside. You touched the first thing that was next to you, which happened to be your beloved rival’s chest. 

Then you saw his phone in his hand, and your textbook fully open, and you immediately knew. 

“Park!” You screamed so loud, pushing his head from yours, literally forgetting you were in the library. 

“I am going to kill you with my own hands, you idiot!” You yelled, slapping his upper arm continuously as tears formed on your eyes from anger. 

His awakening was too fast for him to gather his thoughts and to understand why you were beating him up, “I hate you! You are the devil, Park Jongseong!” 

People were huffing and grumbling at your voice being so loud, even not that, the constant slapping that came from the contact you applied to his shoulder. 

“God! Stop! I didn’t mean to make you fall asleep.” He raised his hands beside his head, in a defensive way, “I am sorry, okay?” 

You gathered your belongings on the table quickly, as the librarian stood beside you both, cursing and shaming you for disrespecting everyone’s studies. 

“Okay! I am leaving, stop yelling at me.” You cried as you shouted again, and then turned back to Jay to push him again. “Go to hell, Park. I mean it.” 

He got up and pushed you against the table when the woman left, thinking no one could see.

“As you can see, I was also asleep, y/n.” He talked between his teeth, getting angry at your tantrum. “If my plan was to put you in sleep and make you fail the test, I wouldn’t have let you sleep on my shoulder, right?” 

“You stole my notes.” You pressed your pointer next to his heart, as you let out every word. 

“Yeah, but my plan was to study them, not fucking falling asleep on you!” He screamed this time, pushing your hand from his chest aggressively, “Instead, you fell asleep on me like an annoying stray cat and now I will fail too!” 

You laughed sarcastically, putting your hand on your forehead, as you tried to process everything — this bitch ass was blaming you for everything now? 

“You’re an asshole, Park.” You grabbed your bag and pushed him so you could slide between his body and the table he trapped you between. 

After you left, a poor med student came closer to Jay, and pulled him the finger. 

“I will write this on the Harvard forum— For people to never study in this library when you two dickheads are here.” 

Now the same guy was kissing down your body to your core, you weren’t able to see his face as he was lost under the covers, pressing soft kisses on your clit. 

“As promised.” He mumbled before diving his tongue between your folds and licking you, making your knees bent with pleasure and giving him more room down there. 

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled, fingers running through his silky strands as he licked your cunt. 

“Don’t stop — oh!” 

His skilled tongue, made you let out all kinds of whimpers and moans and what he loved the most listening to them, as a proof of how good he made you feel. It satisfied something inside of him that he wasn’t able to name or understand but one thing he was sure of was, he enjoyed being the cause of your pleasure. 

“Fingers too, please.” 

He giggled against your clit and he pushed the covers on his back to be able to see your face covered with lust. And seeing Jay between your legs and staring up at you like a hungry animal always got you going. 

“Look at you begging so pretty.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face more to your pussy, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit. 

He didn’t hesitate to shove two fingers inside your cunt easily, which was filled with his cock a few minutes ago. You whined so much on his dick and said dirty stuff to his ear while he was deeper than ever, so he kind of cummed earlier than he planned. 

“Oh! Yes, so good.” You sighed loudly, at the combination of his lips sucking on your clit and his fingers stirring your cunt and pumping them, lewd noises filling your bedroom. 

He flicked your sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, before he sucking it again, making you roll your head back, while your juices spilled up to his forearm. 

“Fuck, so wet, darling.” He smirked, as he pushed his finger deeper and curled them inside, making you scream. “So wet and messy.” 

“Please, I am so close.” You looked at him with desperation and he couldn’t make you wait any longer after seeing your hazy eyes staring at him. 

Then his continuous thrusts against your g-spot with his thick fingers started, making you squirm and melt into the bed, his lips trapped between his teeth as he watched your ruined expressions. 

You cummed, coating his fingers with your slick even more, if it was possible. He caressed your opening gently after pulling his fingers down, and then rubbed them along your folds, before he licked everything, making you cry with the overwhelmed feeling. 

“You look so cute when you cum.” 

His words made you blush and you refused to look at him but his wet fingers grabbed your cheek and forced you to stare at his pretty eyes. 

“You owe me a good blow now.” 

Your face scrunched up, pushing his chest for him to fall next to you, his manly laugh echoing in the room. “You are so romantic.” You mumbled in a sarcastic tone.

You wanted to get up from the bed but his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to his chest quickly. “Do you want me to be romantic?” He raised a single eyebrow, a smirk covering his plump wet lips. 

You shook your head as you tried to push yourself away from his chest, “Ugh, I don’t, ew — I was just, forget it.” 

When you tried to get out of his hold, you winced, a sharp pain spreading along your tense muscle. 

“What happened?” He panicked, seeing you putting a hand behind your neck and closing your eyes in pain. 

“I keep getting neck pains at work.” You mumbled, “It’s one of them.” 

He smirked, putting his palms on your shoulders as you held the sheets to cover your chest, moaning when he gently kneaded your muscles. 

“Last time you did this, I got my lowest grade in my whole academic life.”

He laughed loudly as you let your head lean to the back to look at his face, “Do you remember?” 

He nodded and couldn’t help himself, leaning down to kiss your forehead, making you put your hand over your mouth in shock. 

His hands stopped moving and one of them grabbed your wrist and freed your lips, and you were shocked when he grabbed both of your cheeks and kissed your lips, and it was like the kiss in spiderman, instead the top of your head was leaning against his chest. 

“I remember you falling asleep on my shoulder.” He mumbled into your mouth as he slowly kissed you, making goosebumps raise up on your skin. 

He pulled himself from your lips, and squeezed your cheeks, lightly giggling at your upside down face. 

His heart skipped a beat when you caressed his thighs, and then smirked, “Can I do it again? Because my neck is hurting a lot.” 

“Oh!” He immediately released your head from his hold and rested himself on the headboard of your bed. When he smiled at you gently and tapped his shoulder for you to come, you quickly crawled to him, resting your head there. 

He wondered what if he had you as his girlfriend? Putting your head on his shoulder every night because even though you denied it a few years ago, Jay was the only person who was able to put you to sleep during your busy schedule. 

And he imagined you looking up at him with doe eyes, putting your lips next to his before kissing him every night. 

“Can you kiss me once?” 

You stared up at him with confused eyes, “Hm?” 

“Just a kiss goodnight.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and grabbing your face with one hand. “I need to know.” 

You smiled in confusion, your eyebrow raising up. 

“Knowing what?” You got closer to him and caressed his chest softly, making him lean into your touch. 

“Please, y/n.” 

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest as your hand traveled from his chest to his cheek, tugging on his skin gently as you pulled him to your mouth, both of your eyes closing at the feeling of having each other’s lips. 

He smiled into the kiss as he got his answer, and when he smirked you broke the kiss, his head fell against your chest as he started giggling. 

“What? Jay!” You got confused even more when he pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head, keeping you getting surprised at his weird and loving behavior all of a sudden. 

“Did you get your answer?” You asked, without knowing what was the question he had and why his answer was hidden in the kiss you just gave him. 

He sighed deeply, hugging your bare body even closer to his as he nodded his head. “I did.” 

You and I will fall in love. 

THE END.

OLD LOVE SONGS SERIES WILL BE BACK.

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Sarah Lamb as Aurora in The Sleeping Beauty (Royal Ballet 2014)

UPDATE!!!!!! they are dating 😋😋 and she blocked me yup!!!!!

told my best friend i had a crush on this guy now they (my best friend and the guy) are acting like a couple 😍😍

[10:46pm] jay x afab reader

"stop fucking bending over, the whole party can see your panties," jay spat, pressing himself up behind you to protect your modesty.

you rolled your eyes at his protective tone, he had always been like this growing up. you were jake's sister, only a few months younger than jay himself. you'd spent all these years together, but only recently had you noticed just how protective over you he was.

tonight was no exception. jake had thrown a party since your parents were away, and of course jay was there. you'd dressed up pretty, albeit your skirt was uncomfortably short but you were not about to go and pick out a whole new outfit so you just went along with it, tugging the material down over your ass hoping no one would notice.

but they did, and jay noticed them noticing you.

"get off me," you whined, shaking him away as you stood up straight, a can of beer in your hand from the cooler you were digging in. "stop acting like you own me, jay."

"i'm not, but someone has to stop your from acting like a whore all night," his mouth pressed into a sharp frown whilst he stared you down. you stood in front of him, feeling small under his gaze.

"a whore yeah? I'll show you a fucking whor-"

jay cut you off, pressing a palm over your mouth to stop you running on. you protested against his hand but he stayed put until you stopped, rolling his eyes a little. after a minute or two he pulled away, wiping his hand on his jeans.

"are you done now?" he asked, one eyebrow raised at you. you huffed out in annoyance but nodded nevertheless.

jay smiled slightly, glancing around the crowded living room quickly before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you barely had time to process it before you were tugging him forward and kissing him back with fever.

he groaned into the kiss, leaning into you and pressing you against the wall behind where you were stood. his hips pinned against yours, causing a gasp to leave your lips for long enough that jay could slip his tongue into your mouth.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about this before, imagining how jay would taste when you were along at night. not only had he grown more protective over the years, he'd also grown more attractive, and you could now fully see the man he'd grown up to be.

"y/n," he breathed as he pulled back, "we can't do this."

it was your turn to roll your eyes now, holding his jacket tight as you kept his body flush against yours before rolling your hips up gently. jay crumbled, letting his body go pliant against your touch. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, maybe that skirt was a good idea.

"why not jay," you said quietly, pressing a soft kiss on to his neck, moving down to his collarbones. "what's stopping us?"

"your brother-" he whined when you bit down gently, soothing the spot with your tongue. jay pulled his head up a bit to look at you, glancing down at your glossy and red lips.

he dipped his own head down to your neck, returning the favour by pressing a few open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there. you begged him to just bite down, leave a mark, but you knew he wouldn't.

"jake doesn't have to know," you whispered into his ear. "it's our little secret, yeah?"

fuck it, jay was a weak man when it came to you. he tugged you up the stairs to your room, praying on his life that jake would never find out.

WAIT I JUST GOT A HARD THOUGHT

Sunghoon as the brother's best friend trope wherein you're getting railed by him at your place but your brother gets home so now y'all gotta be quiet to not get caught but he's not making things easy for yoy

Idk it's the best I can come up with rn thank you headache 😒

hoon being your brother's childhood friend who you just never seemed to get along with and then one day he's over at the house waiting for your brother to come home and the two of you are just back and forth bickering at each other.

next thing you know is you're bent over the bathroom sink with his hand around your neck and sunghoon telling you how good you look taking him. sunghoon telling you how much better it is when you use your voice to make those pretty moans for him instead of arguing with him and acting like a brat.

falling apart on his cock when suddenly the two of you hear your brother announce that he's home. sunghoon looking at you through the mirror and giving you a big smirk before telling you how you better finish quickly if you don't want your brother to know about your dirty little secret.

closer.

PAIRING ▸ ravenclaw! jungwon x ravenclaw! reader

GENRE ▸ hogwarts! au, fake dating! au, f2ls, romance, angst, fluff, humor

SUMMARY ▸ your house’s prefect, yang jungwon, is the textbook definition of a ravenclaw. as a fellow housemate and friend, you’re certainly willing to help him out when he needs it. but when jungwon asks you to be his date for the yule ball, you don’t expect the trouble that follows.

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.7k

AKA you and jungwon are the definition of dumb and dumber. 

NOTES ▸ mentions of food, not proofread ???

part of the charms and chasers miniseries.

“WILL YOU BE MY DATE TO THE YULE BALL?”

certainly a great start to your breakfast in the great hall. you choke on your orange juice, not expecting those nine words to leave your house prefect’s mouth. you’re not sure if you’re lucky that your friends hadn’t arrived yet to witness such unexpected words or unlucky that they weren’t there to help you. 

“e-excuse me?”

yang jungwon shuffles around nervously, glancing around before he repeats his words. “listen, i’m really desperate. you’re the first person i saw who was available-“

your eyebrow quirks up at that. 

“-and this year they’re making the prefects dance the opening and I don’t have anyone to-“

you zone out. 

sure, you thought jungwon was a really nice and responsible prefect slash housemate. and sure, you thought he was literally the textbook definition of a ravenclaw, but you weren’t sure what to make of this. 

you would even consider jungwon a friend- if someone you only talked to a couple times a week for schoolwork counted as a friend. blinking, you return back to focus when you see jungwon staring at you with a half-desperate and half-embarrassed? look on his face.

you fumble, “uhm….”

it comes out utterly confused, your mind scattered at the abrupt confrontation. with his eyes boring into you, you look everywhere and anywhere but at jungwon. you just wanted a peaceful breakfast, not a massive heart rate spike in the early hours of the day. give credit to your social anxiety and personality to please everyone that made you stutter out a weak, “sure,” and shoot jungwon a half-grimace, half-grin. 

he practically deflates in relief, clasping his hands together tightly and thanking you countless times. biting your lip, you watch as he leaves and your friends come into view, making their way over to you. truly, you have no choice but to wonder what you just got yourself into. 

you find it awkward to talk to jungwon after the confrontation. should you say something to break the ice? after all, he was the one who asked you to be his date. 

or was he waiting for you to make the first move? 

you shake your head, overthinking really sucked. 

“did you finish the assignment for potions?”

you jump at the familiar voice, turning around in your seat to see jungwon looking at your expectantly, although the jittering of his knee below the table catches your eye. 

“oh. yeah. uh… did you?” 

“yep,” he nods shortly. silence overcomes you and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

why were you acting like this? jungwon was your friend (right?), so you shouldn’t be feeling afraid to hold a conversation with him, let alone look in his direction. 

“listen, about the other day,” he starts off and your body tenses. 

“i just wanted to apologize for asking you so out of the blue. i was kinda freaking out since i had to find a date really soon, so i’m sorry i put you on the spot like that. if you don’t want to go with me, that’s fine, i’ll just have to-“

again, jungwon starts rambling and a tiny smile makes its way onto your face. 

“jungwon. i said i would go with you, right?”

he pauses and nods slowly at that. 

“yeah, and i don’t go back on my word. as long as you’re good too, there’s nothing to worry about. how about we just stay as comfortable as we have been?” 

you attempt your best to give a reassuring smile and you think it works judging by jungwon’s sigh of relief. 

“o-of course. thanks y/n, a lot. i mean it.” 

you’re not sure but maybe that conversation broke down a wall and unlocked something in jungwon. because after that day, you felt a noticeable shift in your relationship. 

no more of the friendly surface level conversations about school- you came to learn much more about the ravenclaw yang jungwon. 

entering your house’s commonroom during a break, you’re pleasantly surprised to find jungwon sitting at a corner, looking focused as he scribbles furiously on a sheet of parchment paper. 

there was no harm in sitting with your friend, right? that thought crossed your mind as you strolled over and took the seat across from him. 

for a couple of seconds, jungwon doesn’t even seem to notice your presence. you watch with amusement at the way his eyebrows furrow. what could he be so focused on? 

the sound of your name being called out questioningly brings you out of your thoughts. you look up to find jungwon studying you with wide eyes, a sight unexpectedly cuter than you thought. you internally slap yourself. 

“y/n! what are you doing here?”

you shrug, “wanted some peace and quiet during break. just happened to see you here so i…” your voice begins to falter, “thought it was okay to join you?”

jungwon smiles his trademark prefect smile and you almost choke. “yeah. i don’t mind at all.”

coughing, you glance around the empty room before looking at him again. “what are you working on?”

he lets out a exhausted sigh, and as a ravenclaw yourself, you’ve heard that too many times to count. 

“well, the riddle to enter the common room changed so i had to go around telling all the clueless first-years what the answer was. then i finished the herbology research and had to go on patrol. finally i guess i came here for peace and quiet, like you.”

an eyebrow of yours raises. “and yet you look like you’re still working hard?” 

he glances at you sheepishly, “helping complete a third-year’s defense against the dark arts homework?” 

“helping or struggling?” you snicker, and jungwon pouts. 

“not struggling entirely,” he defends himself and you send him a look, scooting closer to see the sheet better. 

you squint at the questions, faintly remembering the content on the page. as you explain to jungwon, you see his eyes light up as he begins to remember. 

while watching him write down the answer, you smile to yourself. 

“you have a lot on your plate, yet you always seem to be so on top of things still. it’s crazy. i really admire you for it.” 

the sound of scribbling stops. 

his lips purse together as he stares down at the half-filled paper in front of him. 

“thanks, but it’s not exactly ideal when that’s what it only seems like. in all honestly, i don’t know what i’m doing half the time. finding you as my date for the ball lessened half the load on me.”

perhaps there was much more to jungwon that you didn’t know about. you suppress a laugh, “was it really that hard?” 

“it was so bad,” he whines, and you resist the urge to reach out and pet his top of his fluffy hair. 

“then, i’m glad i was able to help you, mr. ravenclaw’s perfect prefect.” 

you can only laugh as he protests to no avail. 

as you leave charms, you pat jungwon’s shoulder. 

“good luck on your test- and don’t worry. you always overthink.”

he sticks his tongue out at you, “shouldn’t i be the one telling that to you?” 

with a huff and a shake of your head, you bid him goodbye. your friends are left on the side to watch your interaction with the boy, eyes zeroing in on you. 

“what was that about?” wonyoung sneakily slides in, giving you the side-eye. you give her an innocent look in response, “what was what about?”

“don’t try me. you know, the budding relationship between you and yang jungwon?” 

you roll your eyes at that. “what budding relationship? we’re friends. we’ve been friends. you know that.” 

she hums, “yes, but i’m also your friend. so,” she drawls on, “i’m telling you right now to tell me what the deal is. there’s obviously something going on.” 

at that, you’re not sure what to say. you have no clue if the ‘situation’ between you and jungwon was public knowledge or not. 

that being you as jungwon’s date to the ball.

the yule ball hadn’t become a huge topic amongst the school yet, mainly because it wasn’t announced to the student body yet. 

jungwon knew early as a prefect and asked you, so you figured you had to keep everything a secret. even to your friends. especially to your friends. 

who knew the amount of teasing you would be succumbed to for having jungwon as your date? 

you shiver. not exactly an ideal situation after all. 

what you didn’t realize, was that the news would be released during breakfast the next day. 

once the yule ball’s exactly details were announced, the great hall erupted in conversation.

“y/n!” kazuha calls your name from across the table with a gleam in her eyes. you turn to her with an easy smile, kazuha was like an older sister to you and you loved her. 

“are you going with anyone?” your friends turn to you expectantly, and your palms begin to sweat with all the attention. 

“w-well, you see-“ you glance around desperately for help but there appears to be no one. you’re not sure why but something in your chest tightens. 

you just can’t tell them the truth. it was so simple, yet something was keeping you from saying that you were going with jungwon. 

“er, i’m so sorry but i have somewhere to be- you know, i have to water my homework!” you blurt out quickly and grab your stuff before basically flying out of the great hall, leaving your friends to share confused looks. 

you turn the corner to an empty hallway and place a hand on your pounding chest. great job y/n, great job running away indeed. 

you take a small breather, closing your eyes and laying against the wall before blearily opening them again. your vision focuses on a clock in front of you, and you suddenly come to. 

“shoot, i’m late!” 

you just barely manage to make it to the ballroom. chest heaving, you noisily push past into the room, attracting everyone’s attention. you can only stare back, in a daze and gasping for air. 

the professor turns to you. 

“oh, wonderful! you must be mr. yang’s date to the ball!” 

as gasps fill the air, you almost collapse right then and there. 

“-jungwon’s date?” 

“does that mean they’re dating?”

“they have to be! did you see the way jungwon looked so worried when y/n didn’t show up?” 

amidst the mess, you find jungwon staring back at you with an apologetic gaze. as awkward as it is, you drag your feet over to your rightful spot next to him. while the professor goes over the details, you quietly apologize for being late. 

“i’m so sorry, i totally forgot what time you told me-“

“hey,” he interrupts, a hand reaching out to squeeze yours quickly. “it’s okay. at least you’re here now. that’s all that matters.“

curse jungwon for getting you into this mess and being so nice about it. you refocus on the task at hand, and as the words fill your ears, you feel the blood drain from your body. 

of course, the whole ball was about dancing. 

another thing you didn’t know about jungwon. he’s freaking good at everything. besides being smart, kind, attractive- you slap yourself once more- 

he’s also good at dancing? 

you can’t count the amount of times you had to apologize to jungwon that day, whether it be for stepping on his feet or literally existing. 

you shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly.  after that day of rehearsing, you couldn’t catch a break. 

you were still nursing your sore legs later when wonyoung quite literally attacks you in the courtyard. you were contentedly studying on a bench, papers in front of you. that is, until she practically leaps on you and makes all your notes blow off into the surrounding air. 

your lips purse into a thin line. what could it be now? 

“you’re dating yang jungwon?” 

your jaw drops as if she wasn’t just talking about you. 

“what did you just say?”

she grabs you by the shoulders, pupils blown. “it’s been spreading everywhere, y/n! why didn’t you tell me? or-“

her words fall on deaf ears as you stalk off with one mission in mind. 

it isn’t hard for you to find jungwon, you already knew what his next class was. but to see all the eyes on you as you drag him away and to the room of requirements for privacy was something else. 

jungwon doesn’t even get a word in as you force him to sit in an empty chair, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. 

“what is-“

“you tell me. what in the name of dumbledore is going on, jungwon?” you stare at him accusingly. 

when he avoids your eyes, you know your hunch is confirmed. 

"you see…”

“i see?” you prompt.

“all my friends kept teasing me about you… so i kinda forgot to mention that i asked you out on a whim, a-as a friend,” he manages to fumble out. 

it’s not hard for you to put two and two together. you pinch your nose bridge, “so you chickened out and said we were dating?” 

he visibly deflates. 

“yeah. basically.” 

you bite your lip, “but why would you do that? it’s not a bad thing for two people, who are friends, to go to the yule ball together. is it?” 

jungwon sighs and just says, “it would be embarrassing if my friends found out that i couldn’t find anyone and asked you randomly. literally i would never hear the end of it. i know already embarrassing enough for the both of us, and it’s all my fault, but can you please go along with it until the ball‘s over?”

you hesitate, and he stares at you with those pleading eyes again. curse yang jungwon. 

“we can just pretend for a short bit. it’ll be harmless, and after that we can just go back to normal.” 

harmless? normal? 

you weigh your options in your head. wouldn’t it be situation escalate even more if you denied the rumors after he confirmed them? maybe you should have thought about your answer more, but it was too late. 

“fine,” you exhale, “but you owe me a favor. history of magic tutoring because it’s literally the most boring class.” 

“o-of course. i really owe you one.” 

it was a long process coming up with a story. but surprisingly easier than you thought. 

“can’t we just say we were friends and then i asked you out?” jungwon frowns. 

you scoff, “really now? how realistic does that seem to you?”

he clears his throat. “fine. we’ll say that you asked me out and things just went on from there.” 

facing your friends was the hardest part. you had to give them the fake apologetic look and explain. 

“we wanted to keep it a secret at first. you know, since it was so new to us…” 

“you know, i’m honestly not that surprised. I could definitely picture you guys being together before anyone said anything,” haerin chimes in. 

you swallow your spit a little too harshly. before long, sounds of agreement fill the air and you actually want to transfigure into a fly and escape out the window. 

you let out a strained laugh, “really? i’m surprised.” 

wonyoung frowns, “i’m still mad you kept it from me but i have to agree. you guys look good together.” 

you splutter, “you haven’t even seen us together!” 

she shrugs innocently, “i’ve always been watching you two.” 

“creep.”

“whipped.” 

some ground rules were established between you and jungwon. rules never to be broken within your expected duration of (not) dating. 

first, no kissing, obviously. hand holding was fine, hugs were fine, just nothing too far. second, no cheesy nicknames (merlin’s beard, never). you settled on won for jungwon and he settled on- you pause- what did he settle on? after you suggested won, he seemed to be too preoccupied (with reddened ears) to focus on making one for you. 

third. walking to class together was necessary to keep the act up and study “dates” in the library (aka your side of the deal) were every thursday. 

“I think that settles it,” you glance at your list in satisfaction. 

“wait-” jungwon says abruptly before faltering. 

“what?” you glance at him curiously. “are we missing something?”

he mutters something under his breath and you lean in closer. 

“you can just say it,” you shake your head in amusement, “it’s not like this is a strict, by the book set of rules.” 

“clothes!” jungwon manages to get out, “like- don’t couples share clothes and stuff like that? but if you’re not comfortable with that-“ 

you fall silent. 

jungwon takes note of your lack of reaction and rubs his hands nervously. 

“o-or not, we don’t have to-“

“okay,” you say quietly, all of a sudden your fingers seemed much more interesting to look at than the boy in front of you. was it just you or did the room feel a bit too hot? 

you found jungwon’s scarf to be a bit big and a bit itchy, but comfortable. the first thing you noticed when you put it on was that it smelled like him. 

jungwon smiled softly, “it looks good on you.” 

you blink, almost feeling the soft material tug at your heartstrings. “oh. thanks.” 

“see you later at lunch,” he waves and you wave back with a soft smile.

besides the teasing from your friends, you found it to be quite nice- including the extra tutoring from smartie jungwon. 

“i don’t get it. who cares about who started the goblin rebellion of 1289?”

jungwon chuckles in amusement, “the professor does, that’s who. and you will too since your marks depend on it.”

you groan, planting your cheek on the wooden library table. habitually, jungwon pokes your cheek. 

“come on. we won’t finish until 12 if we stop now.”

you let out a muffled protest.

“y/l/nnnn-“ he drags out the last syllable. 

you turn your head so your cheek rests on the table, but you can still see him staring back at you with a fond expression. 

“don’t want to.” 

sighing, jungwon puts the textbook aside and puts his head down so he’s directly facing you. your breath hitches at the close proximity.

at this closeness, you can every speck of light in his eyes. the moles on his face, the eyebags that you’re sure you share as well. 

“i’ll make an excuse so you don’t have to attend the next dance lesson,” he says softly, and his breath tickles your cheek. 

“deal,” you whisper back. 

and yet neither one of you can seem to get up from your position. 

“you guys are sickeningly cute.” 

at this point, it was becoming a regular. after the shock of you and jungwon “dating” had subsided came the admirers and fans.

you laugh dryly, dropping jungwon’s hand and ignoring the look of confusion and protest he sends your way. to make up for it, you lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek.  only for a split second do you see the surprised look on his face before it’s wiped away with an easy smile. 

“see you later, won.” 

“bye, baby.” 

again, you pretend not to hear the cooing and awwing from your friends behind you. 

“you even have nicknames?” 

“he’s such a nice boyfriend to walk you to your classes.” 

you shift uncomfortably in your position. “yeah…” 

what was bad was that you had gotten a little too used to it- acting as a couple with jungwon. what was worse was that you were starting to like it. 

he comes to pick you up after class is over. and walk you to lunch. usually jungwon would drop you off at your designated seat with your friends and go to his friends, but today he was stopped by some third years. 

“hey prefect! could you help do my research paper for potions?” 

at the first sign of jungwon’s uneasiness, you frown. it wasn’t the first time you witnessed his stress and exhaustion of being a prefect- and simply a kind person. 

you knew he always tried to help out whenever he could. that was his duty, and his personal values. but the days spent observing him literally pulling his hair out over other people’s issues wasn’t making it any better. 

“excuse me,” you step out in front of jungwon, “but my boyfriend here isn’t your homework machine. he’s a human, and he’s perfectly willing to help you guys out- not do you work for you because of your laziness.” 

jungwon’s eyes widen, mouth opened to object, but you angrily take his hand and drag him out of the great hall to a quieter place. 

“y/n- you didn’t have to-“

“they were taking advantage of you. they always do. you have your own problems and those kids need to learn how to do things for themselves.” you were internally fuming and not about to hear jungwon defend them. 

“but it’s my job as-“

“i don’t care about your prefect duties, i care about you!” 

he freezes and your voice noticeably loses its strength, “you’re my friend. of course i care about you.” 

“yeah… right,” he manages to whisper before stalking away, leaving you alone and confused. 

you hadn’t seen jungwon in a while. it’s like he was personally avoiding you, but you had no idea why. 

he stopped walking you to class, showing up for tutoring on thursdays- completely and utterly avoiding you without a single word. 

you couldn’t even approach him, it’s like you didn’t even exist. you replayed that days events in your mind over and over, picking apart each and every interaction. 

what did you do? what did you say? 

“don’t worry, y/n. he’s just going through a tough time probably and wants to be alone. just give him time,” kazuha reassures you. 

wrong, you think bitterly but don’t voice your thoughts. jungwon wasn’t the type to do that, or so you believed. 

the yule ball was still coming up and now you had to practice dancing alone, rehearsing every step in the dark with an imaginary partner. 

you didn’t even know if you were still going with jungwon, but something in you made you feel obligated to at least get the moves down. if any tiny hope in you still said so. 

the day before the ball, one last practice, you thought you heard a sound but when you looked, there was no one. it was probably just your imagination hoping jungwon would show up out of nowhere. 

sweaty and breathless, you lay down in the middle of the ground. and let the sadness wash over you. 

“are you sure you’re not going?” 

you smile sadly, curling up tighter under your blue covers. “nah, i’m good.” 

“but-“

“really,” you insist, “i’ll join later.” 

as the door clicks shut and silent fills the room, you stare up at the highlighted ceiling, sprinkled with stars. stars alike the ones you saw in jungwon’s eyes. 

you rub a hand over your face, throwing the covers off you. 

screw it. 

you need to do this. 

scrambling out of the room with one heel on and the other untied, you hastily managed to dash over to the ballroom. soft music floated over through the doors, and you curse. 

were you too late for the introductory dance? 

releasing a heavy breath, you push past the doors and stumble to a halt. 

your eyes fall upon the familiar prefects positioned in the middle of the room, all students surrounding on the sides. 

and finally, you spot jungwon next to the dance professor. 

everyone’s eyes are on you, but for once you only seem to care about one person’s. 

the professor silently sighs in relief, 

“thank goodness. prefects and respective partners, take your places!”

blood rushing in your ears and adrenaline effectively coursing through your veins, you take each step carefully towards jungwon. 

he has an unreadable expression on his face, which makes your stomach churn. you take your positions as practiced, and your hand tingles when his touches yours. 

it’s silent at first, the period of waiting for the music to start, but once the music begins, jungwon speaks under his breath. 

“you look beautiful.” 

your heart skips a beat and slowly, your eyes flicker to his face. he doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on executing the moves perfectly. 

“you look handsome,” you whisper back. 

the dance proceeds smoothly in the beginning, as if you had practiced a hundred times. but nearing the end, you falter at one move and bite your lip, hoping not too many people noticed. 

“you’re doing good. three… four…”

you look eyes with him, surprised, and in that moment, your breath is taken away. time pauses and the music fades. everything else doesn’t matter in the moment, 

it’s only you and him.  

with jungwon’s encouragement, you’re able to finish the routine without another mistake. and when the dance ends and applause begins, you quickly take his hand before he can run away again, grip desperate. 

“can we please talk?” eyes pleading, he has no choice but to listen. 

finding an empty corridor, you face him on the other side, leaning against the wall. it’s completely silent, so you clench your fists. 

“could you explain why you ignored me for the past week? please explain what i did to you?”

“it doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, “after today, we don’t have to do this anymore. everything i put you through will be over, because that’s what you want, right?” 

you groan in frustration. 

“who said i want that? what if i say i don’t want it to be over? what if i want answers from you so we can go back to how we were? fake lovers, real lovers, i don’t care! i can’t keep acting, i just want you back in my life,” your voice cracks at the end. 

his hands fall to his side. 

“what do you mean?” he responds shakily. you can barely see him in the darkness, so you take a few steps closer. 

“are you that dense? because i don’t think so.”

another step. 

you realized, and you knew. thursdays became your favorite day of the week. no, any day spent with jungeon was your favorite day. you had become too comfortable supposedly acting with him for all of it to be a lie. and it wasn’t. your feelings weren’t a lie. 

“i think i should be asking you that question.” 

you stop, head cocking to the side. 

“what-“

he pushes off from his spot on the wall, and you feel the action. blinking, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten. 

the newfound confidence seems to fade when jungwon fiddles with his tie, “i wouldn’t have asked you to be my date if i didn’t like you…” 

you clear your throat awkwardly, “so the whole you’re the first person i eyes on and was available was a lie?” 

“somewhat,” he defends himself, “i didn’t know what would happen, but you really were the first person that i was comfortable enough with to ask. it just so happened that i liked you as well. i dunno- things just happened and we got closer.”

“then why did you push me away?”

he sighs, “because i thought you didn’t feel the same way. i got too caught up in being your fake boyfriend so i tried to prepare myself to go back to the way we were before. just friends.” 

you lean in, just a barely. “but now we both know- that’s not what we want.” 

his face was just an inch apart. you could feel his nose tickle the side of your face. 

“what do you want?”

“this.” 

and you proceed to smash your lips on his.   

bonus :) 

“you’re just lucky that i practiced.”

“alone too,” you add with a fake dramatic turn of your head (jungwon internally melts at the sight of you acting like a little kid), “like a maniac in the ballroom during the wee hours of the night.” 

jungwon lets out a melodious laugh, squeezing your hand and sending you a guilty smile. 

“i know.” 

you straighten up, "excuse me?” 

“i saw you during patrol that night,” he explains, “technically no one is allowed there past hours, but i let you stay.”

you frown but suddenly gasp at the recollection, “it was you back then!”

he blushes. 

“you were watching me?”

“of course, i always was.” 

a/n ▸ hehe as a ravenclaw i had to do this :>

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