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─── 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 7.1k | content: fluff, making out, college!au, mentions of insecurity, only very brief angst !!, alcohol, slight jealousy

notes: this was supposed to be lengthier and in smau format but i suck at that so here it is in fic format :’) i know i know, i write sae way too much </3

summary: you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.

HIGH SCHOOL: 2ND YEAR

itoshi sae knows you like him.

you’re really obvious it’s pathetic, really. once during recess, he’d wanted to go back to the classroom to get some shut eye because soccer was way too draining lately, and guess who he saw slipping a little love note into his locker?

of course you. you and your little pink heart-shaped post-it that read i think you’re cute and i really really like you. because it was valentines and you were one of the many to send him little scribbles of confessions.

even now, when you sit just a couple of rows in front of him, he catches you looking behind at him, and sae purposely doesn’t look at you, doesn’t let you know he knows you’re staring. he’s not really sure why. maybe he feels bad if he exposes you or something.

throughout the rest of your sophomore year in high school, he continues to observe as you so subtly (not really) try to be friends with him. you always try to get picked to be in the same group as him for projects (which never works out), you try to sit next to him in lecture halls (but his friends cockblock you always), and during phys ed classes you try so hard with soccer but you’re really quite bad at it.

maybe it’s sae not being able to continue observing your failures that he throws you a bone.

“you need to bend your knees a little more.”

frozen stiff from the unexpected company, you awkwardly try to bend your knees further, all while staring at the ground. if sae was nice, he’d laugh and joke around with you, asking why you seemed so scared of him. but he’s not, so he only sighs and stands beside you while you try.

after a few more seconds, sae understands you don’t really understand so he moves to push down on your thigh, and by then you really freeze up, falling flat on your ass in front of him.

sae wants to laugh now, really, because it’s amusing how nervous you are. for no good reason too.

the next time sae talks to you, it’s during lunch time when he queues up behind you. on purpose. he doesn’t even usually eat from this stall, but seeing you there makes him want to mess with you a little. he purposely stands a little too close, makes himself prone to an accidental bump.

which does happen. because you’re just like that.

“oh, sor—” you stop midway as if realising it’s sae immediately dissolves you of any obliged apologies. “sorry,” you force out before whipping your attention back in front. the both of you don’t talk in that moment and sae can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

but sae continues to help you during phys ed classes, and you still try to get assigned to be his group mate. nothing groundbreaking happens during sophomore year of high school because nothing is born out of it.

nothing, except maybe a tiny bit of sae’s inexplicable emotions for you.

HIGH SCHOOL: SENIOR YEAR

sae thinks maybe you went to a shrine over the holidays. how else would he explain you finally getting partnered with him on a project? and to top it off, it’s a two-person team for the entire year.

you get him all to yourself.

the moment the teacher calls your name after his, it’s like sae can practically see your tail wagging. you manage to compose yourself when you catch him staring at you though.

it’s a little cute, if he’s being honest.

“so, what do you think our project should be about?” your voice wavers a little when you speak to him. is he that intimidating?

sae wonders what if he tries to be a dick during this project. would you be obedient or would you actually bite back?

he tries to find out.

sae shrugs and acts disinterested, staring out the window of the second floor of the library where you’d both agreed to meet to work on it together. “don’t know, don’t care, think you could handle it for us? i’ve got too many soccer trainings, too tired.”

for a split second, you’re taken aback—he sees you sitting upright a little more, blinking twice at him because surely that’s not what you imagined your crush to behave like. not when he has straight As and is almost the top of your cohort.

and for a while, sae thinks you might actually be the former; obediently listening to him, making sure he’s happy. but then you furrow your brows and clench your fists and go “itoshi sae, who do you think you are” and oh, oh, you’re not the former, you’re the latter and you’d actually kill him if he was a dick. fuck.

somehow his hands instinctively come up in surrender and his mouth opens, “i was just kidding.”

it’s almost comical how your expression softens up immediately and you laugh, and sae keeps staring at you because you actually have a really nice smile. he never really noticed it before. and when the two of you actually get started on the project, sae finds himself observing you more than actually contributing.

yeah, you’re really quite pretty.

“any plans for the summer?”

it’s now almost july and summer break is around the corner, and to be honest sae’s kind of bummed about it. it’s beyond him why not seeing you would make him disappointed, but he’s not going to try and pursue the reason. he has his training camps to worry about.

“soccer. you?”

“mmm, a short trip with my parents.”

usually sae would leave it at that, but he asks about you, and he sees that tail wagging again. “where?”

“just gonna go to hokkaido,” you tell him. and you look like you’re anticipating him to ask more, but sae’s stuck. he doesn’t really know what to ask. he’s not exactly curious as to what you’d be doing there.

so you take matters into your own hand when you swiftly grab his phone from the table, key in your number and call yourself from his phone before putting it right back. sae watches you the whole time, wondering when exactly you’d gotten this bold.

“there, now you can’t escape me even over summer break.”

and he doesn’t. because you text him about your trip when you’re there, you send him pictures of the scenery and of the food you’re eating and you’re really inconsiderate because you send him that shit when he’s stuck in soccer bootcamp with twenty-four sweaty guys who’s none the better than him.

sae can end it by all means, just by not responding to you, but for the first time, talking to someone isn’t really a pain, and he thinks you’re kind of funny and the stickers you send are kind of cute so he’ll let this continue. even if by continue he means sending mediocre, lacklustre responses that just barely manages to keep the conversation going.

(in sae’s mind at eighteen, sending replies like okay and i see are considered acceptable and subjectively considered effort.)

when summer break finally ends and it’s early september, sae finally sees you again while he walks to school. he walks a little faster just to catch up to you before he adjusts his pace, acts like it’s coincidence that he’s right beside you.

and somehow he’s made it a routine; to memorise what bus you get off of and catch you on the way to school. even if he sees you in classes and even after classes in the library.

you’re acting a little less like he’s on a podium and more like normal friends and he kind of likes that. he likes being able to see you unfiltered when you gossip, likes seeing you laugh at stupid lame jokes, likes the way you hang close to him whenever you’re beside him.

okay maybe like is a little stretching it, he doesn’t mind being able to tolerate it. or maybe he’s just in denial, whatever.

winter comes and it’s somehow the time when more girls try to talk to him, mainly because somehow the school decides to hold a winter event this year; it’s going to be held near the edge of the city, where the biggest skating rink is.

by his guess, most girls are looking for a guy to have a skating date with.

in the library during your usual meetup for the school project, sae gets more than a couple visitors trying to get him for that same reason. you eye everyone that approaches the table, and sae can’t help but notice how he actually likes when you’re pouty. maybe it’s his twisted thinking that jealousy means you’re still into him.

“itoshi-kun, i was thinking whether you wanted to go to the winter event together?” another girl from your class, mizuno, asks him, and sae is tired of it, frankly. but he doesn’t show it. he only looks at you, and you look back at him because he doesn’t usually stare for this long.

then, he looks at mizuno and rejects her.

“sorry, can’t, i’m going with y/n.”

(you get home that day being completely flustered and completely happy.)

on the day of the event, sae keeps his word. he goes with you, sticks beside you the entire time. his friends snap pictures of the two of you and you always look so embarrassed. maybe you’re just not used to all of this attention. but that’s fine, it’s cute.

one thing he learns about you is that you can be real clumsy sometimes. like now, when you get so excited over your watermelon slushie that you somehow spill it all over your jacket and clothes.

sae ends up giving you his puffy winter jacket while he braves the cold with whatever he has left. that’s fine, he’s strong. besides, getting to watch you wear his jacket the entire time feels like a bonus somehow.

he thinks by now you should confess already, but you don’t. you’re happy to stay in this bubble with him right now, whichever phase the two of you are at. so is he. it feels kind of nice.

feels especially nice when you hang onto him for dear life in the skating rink even though neither of you are moving. sae’s aware that people are staring holes into both of you but it’s strange how much he doesn’t mind when it’s with you. that’s why he holds his hands out, lets you take them, makes himself pull you along. he finds himself wishing neither of you were wearing gloves so he could feel how soft your hands are.

by the end of the day, everyone takes it that the both of you are together, even though the both of you are too avoidant to talk about it.

“hey, sae? thanks for today,” you say later that night when everything is done and you’d had the giddiest experience with sae. he’s walking you home and he doesn’t even know why; it’s a mystery to him why he keeps himself close whenever he can.

“it’s fine, i was the one who told people i was going with you, so.”

when he gets you to your front porch, you don’t go in immediately, standing right there with your back facing him, and sae wonders what’s going through your head. if only he could see the expression on your face right now, maybe he’d know.

you let him; because you turn around, giving him a big smile before you take a step forward and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, immediately turning on your heel and running into your house.

neither of you say bye, both of you are just a little too stunned to speak. sae stands out there in the cold for a little while longer, his face and ears red—he’s not even sure whether it’s from the weather or from you—but even when he starts to leave, you’re still slumped at your front door, covering your face in embarrassment, knees too weak to stand up.

there’s only one more quarter left until you graduate and sae and you both act like nothing happened that day. you still gossip unfiltered and he still listens but acts like he doesn’t.

except now instead of sitting across from you, he opts to sit directly beside you. sometimes sits a little too close just so your arms will brush against each other. sae also lets you keep his puffy jacket because you said you liked it.

you wear it throughout winter.

when graduation comes around and it’s time for sae to choose his university, he can’t help but take a peek at your screen. a smile comes to his face when he sees your first choice is the same as his. you’re smart too, he doesn’t doubt you’ll get in.

“itoshi sae, you can smile?”

sae immediately turns it into a frown. “guess not.”

you take your words back. “hey, i’m just kidding! it’s just rare… that’s all.”

so you notice him a lot then?

sure, you might not have seen him smile a lot. but that’s fine. from what sae knows, you have the entirety of your university years to possibly catch it.

UNIVERSITY: FRESHMAN YEAR

of course you enter the same university as itoshi sae. it’s not on purpose, but you’re glad you both made it here anyway.

at least knowing one friendly face is better than none.

to be honest, you’re not really sure where you and sae stand. he’s never said anything about that kiss, but he also doesn’t stay away from you. can you take that as a positive thing?

if anything, he’s even closer.

somehow, his dorms and yours are practically next door. when you open your bathroom window, you can look right into his. it happened once, by accident, and you’d caught him, shirtless with just a white towel hanging around his neck, hair damp as he brushes his teeth, the droplets of water on his abs looking very inviting.

but then he caught you staring and you’ve shut your bathroom window ever since. thankfully, he never mentions it.

being in university and staying in campus meant that you were both hanging out much more informally. and you’d think that two people at the age of nineteen who’d known each other for three years would be less awkward than this but it’s you and sae and somehow there’s always an element of awkwardness.

it’s halfway into your freshman year and you’d just watched the first match that sae’s playing for the university team. you’re a little starstruck, honestly. to think that the guy you’ve always had a crush on is this good at soccer.

he’s amazing. you’re feeling like a potato sack.

“hey, you know him right?” hime gushes.

your friends are with you, so it’s natural they ask.

mira on your left sighs, “guess we have no shot with him since he’s with y/n all the time,” she says, nudging you in the elbow.

you’re starting to regret bringing them here with all the teasing. you’re also regretting coming here yourself because you see several girls running to him asking for a picture together. some of which you recognise, some of which are the popular girls.

sae doesn’t stop them from snapping what they can, but he also doesn’t stop for them at all. instead, he saunters over to you, hime and mira wordlessly disappearing to the side.

“gimme that,” sae says, gesturing to the phone in your hand. you obey, of course, and he smirks, then he snaps a selfie with you before tossing your phone back and walking off.

the pairs of eyes on you make you half-embarrassed yet half-proud. even with this many fangirls, sae chooses to come to you.

that night sae asks you to send him the picture.

yeah, maybe you can take that as a positive thing.

freshman year after that is generally uneventful. you and sae are both trying to find your footing, with him preoccupied mostly with soccer trainings while you’re drowning in assignments and projects that have nothing to do with him.

but you still see him in the mornings sometimes, when you walk past your common room and he’s in his, and you wave at him when he’s alone so you’re not so shy, and he nods in acknowledgement before he just walks away.

one night while you’re burning the midnight oil trying to cram some accounting knowledge into your brain, you get a text from sae.

wanna get supper?

both of you end up at one of the supper spots outside of school, a little cosy shop that sells boba and ramen even after midnight.

“why’d you wanna get supper?”

sae shrugs, taking a sip of his plain water. “just bored, couldn’t sleep.”

“isn’t this soccer season? you can’t even eat anything in here, it’s definitely not passable for your diet.”

he sighs, leaning back against his chair. “so? quit whining and start eating your shit already.”

if it was some other guy you’d be rolling your eyes and storming off. but it’s sae and you know him and he thinks he’s talking normally like this. besides, when you catch his eyes flicker up to lock with yours you get a little dizzy inside.

“what’re you up so late for anyway?”

sae’s fingers are drumming lightly against the surface of the metal table, teal eyes diligently observing as you bring the strands of noodle to your lips. “told you, i couldn’t sleep.”

you find that strange; he’s always been able to sleep, no problem. and he’s strict about his eight hour sleep schedule. what could be getting to the great itoshi sae?

(sae’s lying through his teeth; having his bedroom right across from yours means he can see when your lights aren’t out. sue him for being a little concerned.)

“so, heard you and the team are going on a soccer trip somewhere in europe,” you bring up. you’d heard it from your friends, strangely, instead of sae himself.

he nods. “yeah, just a select few,” he tells you, “only if we win the tournament though, then the team’ll officially invite us over.”

so-called team you heard about is real madrid, and you’d be crazy to think that sae couldn’t help your university team win on his own.

“guess i won’t be seeing you around when you go,” you mumble idly, not completely aware of what you’re basically saying.

sae is adept at reading in between the lines, but he doesn’t probe you on it. he’s not sure he wants to. he doesn’t know what this is. do you still like him? does he like you too? all these feelings are new; sae doesn’t know what to do with it.

so he keeps it to himself. for now.

he doesn’t really do a good job at following through with it though, because on the day of the tournament finals, he looks at you and winks right as he orchestrates that winning goal for his team, and you’re left wondering if you’re imagining things.

UNIVERSITY: SOPHOMORE YEAR

the final part of your freshman year went and gone, and it didn’t go exactly how you imagined it to be. you didn’t expect to hear from sae at all when he went on his trip after that tournament.

but you did.

he replied you whenever he had the time. told you anything you asked for. even called you when you had a mini meltdown because of finals.

to be frank, you don’t know what the both of you are anymore. you’re cursing yourself for being too scared to ask.

“hey y/n, have you seen hime anywhere?”

it’s oliver asking, captain of the university’s soccer team and also hime’s current situationship. he’d started hitting her up since that first time sae played and brought attention to you and the people around you.

“yeah, she’s by the pool with mira.”

oliver leaves as soon as you tell him, and you stand awkwardly at the corner of the living room, by the full panel of glass windows, wondering if you should just go home. you’d only came because hime and mira both said you needed to experience a party at least once this year but now you’re surrounded by people making out and drunkards slipping into the pool that it makes you regret giving this a shot at all.

especially since sae’s not going to be back till tomorrow, garnering as much interest as he did during his time in spain. you really have no reason to be here.

“hey there, pretty.”

startled, you find a familiar face up close in your personal space, his finger twirling your hair. you’d recognise that head of blonde and pink anywhere.

“oh, you’re ryusei shido right? you’re on the soccer team with sae,” you think out loud, and he nods, and you can see his blonde lashes so closely it’s making you flustered.

“mhm, fwhat’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a corner? seems like a shame,” he comments, though he doesn’t even give you a chance to answer. the next thing you know, shido drags you into a drinking game with hime and mira (which is why your first instinct wasn’t to run off, if you could trust anyone it’s your best friends). although, shido is getting annoyingly close and you can’t decide if you’re nervous or annoyed.

and the heavens surely love you when they let shido draw the card that corresponds to a dare, and they love testing your boundaries when some guy called otoya dares him to kiss you.

but no, you know that the heavens really do love you when someone yanks shido’s hair back and pulls him away from your face, taking his spot in between the both of you in the bid for proximity that you don’t mind because it’s itoshi sae.

“sae, what’re you doing here? i thought you wouldn’t be back till tomorrow,” you ask, a little shell-shocked but you still notice he’s discerning frown and how there’s barely any space between the two of you.

he looks at you, tilting his head, “what? my girl’s not happy to see me here?”

you don’t respond. half because you think you’re dreaming and fuck—really, did he just call you his girl?

“eh? i don’t recall you having a girlfriend?” shido leers, a hand on the spot of his head where sae had pulled on earlier.

“yeah, besides, shido still has to do the dare.” otoya sounds bored more than anything, but the guy beside him, karasu, if you remember correctly, is smirking.

sae sighs, and you feel like you must’ve crossed the boundary to another dimension when you feel sae’s lips on yours, and you think you’re in limbo when you feel his hand on your neck, pulling you close. his tongue pries your lips apart and people are whistling while shido’s behind him saying get a fucking room or i’ll beat off to this.

when the object of your affection finally pulls away, you’re met with the same pair of unbothered teal eyes, the pair that immediately turns to face otoya. “there, did it for him. now move on.”

you’re beginning to thank alcohol for its existence when almost everyone obeys wordlessly, moving on to some other guy’s turn. you really can’t remember who sits on shido’s right when all you can think of is that itoshi sae, your longtime high school crush, actually kissed you.

that’s enough to warrant the question, right? the question of what sae takes you for?

the inner debate sparks long into the night, even when sae walks you back to your apartment, the both of you side by side in silence.

“sae, what was that?”

he plays coy. “what was what?”

you’re only a little tipsy, so you can still tolerate his avoidance. “you confuse me a lot, you know that?”

sae doesn’t take the bait. “oh, i see.”

“you were jealous.” he was. he really was. you can tell; he was sour to shido the entire night. he stuck close to you too, sometimes your fingers brushed against each other’s.

“so what if i was?”

this one is new. sae’s actually admitting it. and usually you’d chicken out but you can see your apartment coming into view and you don’t want to let this go.

“what am i to you, sae?” you manage to choke it out a few feet away from the door, and sae stops in his tracks, hands in his pocket and teal eyes looking heavenward.

you’re beginning to regret your decision to ask; you’re not sure if his indecision is a good or bad thing. nothing seems to be simple when it comes to itoshi sae.

but he does nothing to appease your confusion when he steps in front of you, his body pressed flush against yours as he presses another kiss to your lips, and you think this one is special because it’s not done in the name of a dare or in front of anyone else. this kiss is for you and you alone and sae is doing this on purpose.

when he pulls back, you see him furrow his brows and you can tell that maybe he’s just as confused as you are.

“when i managed to get an earlier slot for my flight, all i could think about was how excited i was to see you.”

is this… a confession? you’re even more confused now that you don’t even know what to say.

to be honest, so is sae, which is why he swallows the lump in his throat and relegates to his apartment, “goodnight.”

things after that change just a little.

you’d decided to go with the flow, just because you really don’t want to sabotage whatever friendship you and sae had left, although most of the time, sae is the one toeing the line. even though he doesn’t outright tell you anything regarding his feelings.

but you think you figured him out.

sae asks you out whenever you’re both free, and not for shit like studying or errands, but for movies and dinner and he drives you around in his car and looks at you like you’re the only girl he sees. his eyes don’t wander when he’s with you, and he lets you wear even more of his jackets. it’s also evolved to his jerseys and his beloved windbreakers. you have one of each in your own closet and he never seems to ask for them back anymore. he also lets you wear his rings, puts them on your fingers randomly.

both of you still go for parties, especially when it’s one of the soccer guys who are throwing it, because they practically force sae to go and they know you’re the key to convincing him.

most of the time the two of you just laze on the couch, drinking and talking about nothing at all, and he idly plays with your fingers when he’s tipsy, something you never tell him because you like it, because you don’t want him to feel self-conscious and stop. he also smells your hair after he sends you home and hugs you before he retreats to his place, and you wonder if he’s fully sober when he does that.

you resign to getting your answer some other time, because you don’t want anything to ruin this, if this is just an illusion. yeah, you’d talking feelings some other time.

UNIVERSITY: JUNIOR YEAR

you really had no right to be, but you are. try as you might, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the way you do. especially not when she’s sitting so so close to him, when her hand brushes his fingers.

she’s just his project partner, nothing more, but something irks you about the way she can get so close to him so quickly when it took you much longer. but then you hear from shido that kaori is rin and sae’s childhood friend, so maybe that’s why they’re so damn close.

apparently, she’d gotten back to japan after ten years abroad. with great timing too, right when you thought you and sae could amount to something.

“you know, i could help you make him jealous if you wanna,” shido whispers in your ear one time when he catches you staring at them. “we’ll make him feel how you feel, m’kay?”

and while that’s tempting, you shake your head. it’s unreasonable for you to take it out on him that way, not when he hasn’t actually done anything that proves he’s just leading you on.

lately sae’s been so busy around kaori that you’re just thinking too much. you’re wondering if he’s slowly replacing you. he still talks to you over text, but you barely hang out like you did before. you still spot him through the windows, but he’s always too tired to notice you. even his texts are getting slower.

“hey, you okay?”

trust it to hime to notice your personal dilemma. you’re not really surprised though, because she’s been watching you moping for the last few weeks. she now has oliver wrapped fully around her finger, with him sticking around her all the time, which is a surprise considering his reputation.

but hime will take your side, you know this, and maybe that’s why you play it off. you don’t want her to hate sae because of a momentary feeling, so you tell her you’re just sick and you’ll go back home.

the moment you get back to your apartment, you see sae waiting out on the front, car ready while he leans against the hood, waiting.

and you might’ve asked if he was waiting for kaori, but then he looks up and sees you and smirks and that’s all you need to know that he’s not. he was waiting for you, and now he’s opening the passenger side door and telling you to “get in, stupid.”

that’s how sae is with you, impromptu and surprisingly sweet. he drives you to the pier, a cute spot right next to an amusement park where he’d gotten you some candy floss before the both of you just sits on the hood of his car, enjoying the scenery.

“why’d you suddenly bring me here?”

sae lies down, the sun hitting his face in all the right places. he’s gorgeous, you realise for what seems like the thousandth time since you’d known him.

“oliver told me you’d been a little mopey lately,” sae says, and you’re already embarrassed. “sorry if i’ve been busy lately.”

you mirror his position, lying down next to him, and it feels oddly nice like this. you’re not sure if it’s the situation or the person.

“it’s okay, i heard that kaori’s your old friend right? you guys must have a lot to catch up on.” it doesn’t stop you from feeling jealous, but it’ll pass. you hope.

sae chuckles before he turns to you, and you turn to face him too, “you’re jealous.” he smirks, and you’re reminded of the same thing you told him that first night he kissed you.

“shut up, sae.”

he laughs because you’re being pouty, and because maybe it feels a little nice to know you can feel it too. just then, he mirrors what you did way back in high school, reaching across you for your phone. except he doesn’t key in anything—he opens up your camera and takes a picture of the two of you like this, sae looking naturally handsome and better than you because you’re stunned he’s doing this, eyes wide and expression puzzled.

“what’s that for?”

sae’s still fiddling on your phone as you ask, and then he passes it back to you. he’d set it as your phone’s wallpaper.

“to remind you that you’re the one i like, idiot.”

and even though you and sae aren’t physically too close in the wallpaper, you think maybe it’s enough to tide your feelings through for now. he doesn’t ask you for anything else after that, just leaves his confession at that and sends you home before saying he has to finish up his project, aka going to find kaori.

it’s fine by you though, because now you know where sae’s head’s at, even though he never explicitly asked you anything. you’re sure he knows how you feel too, especially since you’d been the one to kiss him first that day a few years back.

but how apt for you to go to sleep early and be woken up by dozens of messages blowing up your phone, the majority of them attaching pictures at a certain party.

still pictures of sae locking lips with kaori, and you feel your heart sinking.

sae’s message comes through just as you’re scrolling through your phone.

meet me at my place? not what it looks like, i promise.

and maybe it’s because you feel like you know sae well enough that you’re not even panicking. you respond within seconds.

sure, see you!

you take the liberty of going next door, entering when one of the other guys who lives there clumsily walks in drunk. it’s easy enough to find sae’s room, you recognise it from across your own room too well. and maybe it’s a slight invasion of privacy but you can’t help but turn your attention to his desk.

his room is all neat with the occasional laundry thrown on the corner of the room, trophies and medals on the bookshelf by the table. but what catches your eye is the little pink heart-shaped post-it note that looks all too familiar.

your handwriting fills the piece of paper.

i think you’re cute and i really really like you

you could cringe right now from how cringe you were being back then. but then you realise, sae kept this? did he keep this knowing it was from you? you hear the door opening downstairs and jump back a little, accidentally pressing on his keyboard while trying to place your note back in its position, and the screensaver that greets you renders you speechless.

it’s the picture sae took of the both of you at the bleachers of his first match.

someone closes the laptop before you can think any more, and you’re greeted with sae right next to you, cheeks flushed—either from alcohol or embarrassment. you can’t really tell, but judging from the lack of alcohol stench, you’d like to bet it’s the latter.

“you have me as your wallpaper?”

sae clicks his tongue, annoyed he didn’t get there in time for you not to see that. “who else would i put there?”

you bite your tongue to stop yourself from instinctively saying kaori out of spite. guess you’re still a little groggy from being woken up in the middle of the night.

“about earlier,” sae begins, not really sure how to continue.

“you mean the pics going around of you and kaori kissing?” you’re not even mad, you’re sure there’s an explanation—that’s how much you feel you know itoshi sae. he’s not the type to bother with leading someone on; if anything, he’s probably the type to immediately cut things off if he wasn’t interested and so far, he’s always been thinking of you.

sae sighs, rubbing his temple before taking a seat on his bed. “that was fucking stupid,” he grumbles, eyes closed. “she was way too tipsy and getting all up in my face and before i knew it she just—” his eyes are open now, briefly looking at you before looking away, hiding behind the sides of his soft locks, “she kissed me. i was stunned for a little so…”

you snicker a little, because sae looks so different from how he usually looks—aloof, ignorant, arrogant. now he looks like a puppy who’s been kicked to the side and you can’t help but notice the difference.

“sae… why are you telling me this?”

screw his indecisiveness, if it was in the first place. you want his answer now, up straight. and sae seems to know what you’re thinking because he chuckles, relieved because he can read your tone—you’re not angry, not upset, you trust him somehow and it’s only because despite what you think, you know him better than anyone else.

“fuck off, y/n, you already know,” and he says this affectionately because you can feel the tenderness in the way he says your name, in the way he invites you into his arms—the way he pulls you close and lets you sit facing him on his lap. “you gonna be my girlfriend now or what?”

your lips are so so close and you’re both holding back so so much. “mmm i don’t know, itoshi sae, what if i wanna see you beg me for it?”

“god, i hate you,” he says, without meaning it. it’s the first time you’re actually feeling how strong he is, because he lifts you up from the back of your thighs and throws you on his bed as he hovers over you, a little squeal leaving your lips at the unexpected gesture. “hm, kinda like that sound you make.”

he’s saying it so monotonously that you’re embarrassed. “shut up, sae, before i leave.”

“that’s cute, you think you’d actually leave me,” he teases, and you curse yourself for finding that slight condescending tone of his hot. “but hey, really, be my girlfriend.”

“you asking me that after kissing another girl?” you act shocked, acutely aware of how his fingers are all intertwining with yours, your hands on either side of your head, sae pinning you down. if anyone walked in now, they’d get the wrong idea of what you two are doing. for sure. but you try to act unbothered, you don’t want to boost his ego even more.

sae leans down to press his forehead against yours, and you’re hoping your heart doesn’t leap out of your chest because he’d definitely feel it. “shit timing, i know. but you’re the only one i want, so.”

he’s pretty shit at talking emotions, you realise. and then you realise that this only works because you’re equally good at reading his. despite his reluctance to talk emotions, he shows you how special you are, constantly.

many girls want him, but you’re the one he spends most of his time with. you’re the one with his actual clothes in your closet and his rings on your fingers. you’re the one sae kisses and willingly so, the only one who’s on his wallpaper reminding him of what he’ll have each time he comes home.

“i told kaori i liked you and no one else too,” sae continues explaining, though he really doesn’t need to. you listen anyway. “she got mad and stormed off but shit, i don’t care. only care about you.”

and he’s pretty forthcoming with his feelings when he wants to be and that’s enough for you. you squeeze his fingers lightly and smile at him.

you don’t have to hear any more to know.

“i love you too, itoshi sae.”

the way he marks you that night lets you in on everything you need to know.

UNIVERSITY: SENIOR YEAR

six years.

it’s been six years since you’d first had a crush on itoshi sae. and now you’re his girlfriend, always in the front row for every match and the object of most of his fangirls’ hatred. that’s okay though, none of that matters.

whenever you come back home to your (shared) apartment now, it’s like all your worries melt away into the void, and sae reminds you just how much you mean. even if his pet names are less than swoon-worthy at times.

“you really need to stop posting shit like this,” you deadpan, showing sae your phone screen. it’s a picture of you asleep in the morning, drooling on his bare shoulder.

sae blinks, acting coy like he always does. “what? it’s cute.”

“you’re insufferable, itoshi.”

sae ignores that, switching the subject. “hey, you have any goals for your twenties?”

you hum, pondering. “well, i guess if i could do what i want, i’d travel the world,” you pause, sitting up on the sofa and looking at him. “why?”

it’s the last year of university, and the both of you are finishing your degrees, with the possibility that sae might be getting a contract with one of the overseas clubs. you’re not really sure; there’s a few of them who’ve expressed interest, but you’d always let sae think through it on his own.

does his question have something to do with that?

“was thinking i wanted to take you along if you wanted to come with,” sae half explains, because he’s bad with details like that. he continues when he spots your confusion, “if you wanted to explore wherever i decided to go.”

oh, he means he wants to take you along to wherever he decided to go. you’re flattered, honestly.

“you mean, the itoshi sae wants to bring me wherever he goes, huh?” sae is already turning red, sensing your big head. “you offering to be my sugar daddy too?”

sae sighs. “you’re so stupid, i swear,” he complains, his words lacking any bite because he’s rubbing circles onto your arms. “you said you found some remote jobs right? thought we could make use of that and just go wherever together.”

after six years, you finally see sae trying to plan a future where the both of you are together. he loves soccer, but he loves you too, and you’re not the kind of person who’d make him choose, so you appreciate his compromises instead.

“itoshi sae, i’ll follow you wherever you go.”

he presses a hasty kiss on your lips, “good, ‘cause i plan on keeping you forever.”

you grin, pulling him down to you and kissing him even deeper, “i’ll hold you to your words, then.”

sae smiles against your lips. because he knows he got lucky with you, lucky you were there at the right moment, slipping your love letter into his locker. lucky you continued to like him, lucky you knew how to put him in his place whenever. lucky you’re you and you love him.

maybe he’s always liked you, even back in freshman year of high school when he realised how kind you are, how gentle you could be. you looked pretty in the sun that day, when he first saw you trying out soccer in the yard and falling flat on your ass. you didn’t notice him back then but he noticed you, not that you knew. sae didn’t try anything because he was sure it’d fail. but who knew all it took for his mind to change was a simple nudge from you?

he’s pretty sure that you’re his human manifestation of a forever.

“when the time comes, just say yes.”

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(coming soon) lee heeseung - break her

SYNOPSIS you are the unarguably the cutest person lee heeseung has ever laid his eyes on. it'll be fun to break you.

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(coming soon) park jongseong - pamper her

SYNOPSIS your boss, jay, is so in love with you that he will find every possible opportunity to pamper you.

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(coming soon) sim jaeyun - corrupt her

SYNOPSIS you're too perfect to be true. jake knows that if he corrupts you enough, he'll see your impurities. and that's exactly what he desires.

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(coming soon) park sunghoon - ruin her

SYNOPSIS sunghoon has a knack for ruining pretty things, so it only makes sense to ruin you.

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(coming soon) lee heeseung - break her

SYNOPSIS you are no person to sunoo. no, you are way more than that. you're royalty. you're a princess. and he plans on treating you like that until the day he dies.

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(coming soon) yang jungwon - tease her

SYNOPSIS jungwon sees the way you look at him. he will relentlessly tease you just to see more of it.

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bed of lies ; park sunghoon

↳ PAIRING: park sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: to prove to his best friend that he could get any girl he wants, park sunghoon makes a bet. within the next 30 days, he has to make the next girl that walks into the room fall in love with him. sunghoon, however, hadn’t anticipated the feelings he would gain during those 30 days.

↳ GENRE: fake relationship (kind of)

↳ WORDCOUNT: around 40k

↳ WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, cigarettes, cursing, angst, sunghoon has major mommy issues lmfao, smut; oral sex, handjobs, unprotected sex, fingering, making out, handjobs etc, minors dni!

↳ TAGLIST: CLOSED !

— PART ONE release date : 8TH OF AUGUST, 4 PM CET

summary : making a bet with jay was easy. getting your attention, however, wasn’t as easy; especially since you seem to have your eyes set on his bestfriend.

word count : 10,3k

— PART TWO release date : 15TH OF AUGUST, 4 PM CET

summary : you getting closer to jake was most definitely not on sunghoons list of things he expected to happen, but you making his heart flutter wasn’t on that list either; yet you did. word count : 8,8k

— PART THREE release date : 6TH OF SEPTEMBER, 10 PM CET

summary : the time spent with you causes sunghoon to come the realization that he fucked up, and he fucked up bad. and thanks to jake, you also realize how badly sunghoon fucked up.

word count : 10k

— PART FOUR release date : 26TH OF OCTOBER, 1:25 AM CET

summary : sunghoon comes to terms with the fact that he has fallen in love with you and is willing to do everything in his power to show you that he has truly fallen for you, but are you willing to forgive him?

word count : 9.6k © svnoohe4rts 2022

彡 compromise. - p.sh

requested for 1k au event!

SUMMARY ! being roomates with the biggest (and hottest) slacker on campus was difficult to say the least. plates left on the counter, clothes from him and the girl’s he brings over left in the living room, the list goes on. one day after you’ve had enough of his uncleanliness, sunghoon offers you to be his girlfriend in exchange for a tidy, mess-free apartment. totally not worth it.. right?

PAIRING ! roommate!sunghoon x f!reader

WC ! 2.1k

GENRE ! roomates au, fake dating, fluff (?) and lots of banter

WARNINGS ! slight suggestive, making out, sunghoon being a bit too confident for his own good

a/n: woohooo first fic for the event done! thank you for requesting anon! <3

if you go into the living room and find another one of park sunghoon’s socks on your couch, you might just explode.

you take a deep breath in, and out. the moment of truth. you slam open the door to your sunghoon-proof bedroom, taking quick paces towards the living room and—

there it is.

a sad, lonely sock without it’s matching pair laid on your couch. you knew it.

park sunghoon. one of the most sought after guys on campus, yet it was only his first year of college.

meanwhile, it was your fourth. so how you became roommates with him? one, tragic answer: you were broke and desperate for someone to split rent with.

sunghoon wasn’t a bad person. he did little things like pick up your forgotten mail, or turn on your coffee machine while you got ready in the bathroom. though, you'd still say he ranked number one on your list of the worst roommates you’ve ever had.

he was lazy, irresponsible, and oh so messy. 80% of the time, while you were busy being productive and studying, he was busy tackling people with a ball under his arm or in the middle of coaxing some girl to come home with him after partying all night (which didn’t take much effort on his part considering that face of his).

now, you weren’t a hater. sunghoon got into this university with his talent for football alone—so props to him for.. catching balls. honestly, if he wasn’t the way he was, you’d probably fall for his handsome charms yourself. but when his annoying, mosquito-like presence decided to intervene with the peaceful sanctuary that was once your neat and homely apartment, all wrath was destined to come out of you at some point.

for a while, you were nice enough to clean up after the younger boy, making pathetic excuses for him in your head in an effort to be a kind, forgiving roomate.

but after a month of dealing with his unwashed plates left on the counter, clothes scattered around the living room from not only him, but also the girls he brings over, and all in all his untidiness everyday, you’ve finally snapped.

this feeling of undeniable rage may partially be because of how stressed you are from all the new assignments and lack of coffee, but you’ve never felt more ready for confrontation by the time you’ve reached sunghoon’s bedroom door.

you offer two passive aggressive knocks, not even waiting for a reply before yanking the door open. “look sunghoon— we have to talk.”

nobody.

you take a few cautious steps inside his disarrayed bedroom, nose wrinkling at the sight of a mountain of clothes near his bed despite a closet being a few steps over. there’s random magazines and papers scattered across the floor, along with an unkempt stash of trinkets thrown on top of his drawer. you glance at his closet, half opened and containing only about two jackets actually hung up on racks.

“woah, never thought i’d find the campus nun snooping around my bedroom.” you whip your head around to find a shirtless sunghoon staring down at you, toothbrush perkily sticking out of his mouth. his muscled biceps flex as he crosses his arms, raising a curious brow at the sock pinched between your nails.

your eyes bulge at the sight of his bare, sculpted torso, turning around with a tint of red rushing to your ears. “just because i don’t spend every night getting wasted doesn’t make me a nun, nor was i snooping,” you spit defensively.

sunghoon chuckles, padding across his room to pick up a random top off his shirt mountain. “says the girl who just covered her eyes like she’s never seen a shirtless guy before.” he smirks, glancing down at your childish bear printed pajamas. “i mean— not that i think you have.”

you spin back around, huffing in relief now that he was dressed and pointing to the sock in your hand. “shut up, i’m only here to listen to your amazing explanation on why i keep finding socks and other assortments of your clothing all over the living— hey! don’t walk away when i’m talking to you!”

you frustratedly discard the sock somewhere on his bed, following your roommate back out to where he’s now rummaging through the kitchen pantry, toothbrush long forgotten on the sink’s rim. you take another deep breath, trying to stay calm. “sunghoon,” you begin.

“yeah, pretty girl?” your eye twitches in disbelief, hating the way butterflies flutter through your stomach from the nickname he’s always called you.

“i told you, don’t fucking call me that. now listen here,” you try to look stern, but sunghoon personally thinks you look adorable. “i’ve been dealing with your bullshit all month without a single complaint,” you rant, watching as he pulls out a box of cinnamon toast crunch. “do you ever wonder how all those plates and bowls you leave in the sink magically disappear? yeah, well, that was me slaving my ass away like your personal housemaid!”

sunghoon is completely unphased by your vent, too busy pouring his cereal into an empty bowl with a shrug. “nobody told you to clean those for me.”

moments like these made you question how you’ve dealt with the boy for a whole month.

“if i don’t, they begin piling up into a jenga tower,” you fire back with a scoff, “similar to the wonderful sorting technique used in your bedroom.”

unbelievably, the boy giggles at that, taking a seat at the counter with his late night snack. “y’know, you’re pretty funny when you’re not locked up in your room all day.” your jaw tightens, snatching the milk away right as your roomate reaches out for it. he looks at you as if you just committed a crime, lips turning into a defeated (but adorable) pout. “hey, i’m trying to have cereal here.”

“sunghoon,” you snarl once more, holding the carton above his head like a parent would with a child’s toy.

“what?” he whines.

“if you don’t start doing shit around here, i’m kicking you out.”

instead of a dramatic gasp or begs for mercy and forgiveness like you’d hoped for, he snickers, pouncing up like a cat and snatching the milk back outof your grip. “yeah, right. as if you could afford this apartment by yourself.”

silence (besides the sound of sunghoon chewing his cinnamon toast crunch).

out of the corner of his eye, sunghoon sees your face drop in utter defeat. you look close to the verge of tears, knuckles turning white by your sides. yes, he may be a jerk sometimes, but he wasn’t that evil. his eyes softened slightly, letting out a thoughtful sigh as he munched on his spoonful of cereal.

suddenly, a lightbulb appears atop his head, smirking brilliantly. “okay, being the handsome genius i am, i’ve come up with an offer— a compromise, you could say.”

you didn’t know your roommate that well considering it’s only been a month since you’ve met, but you were confident that any ideas his pea-sized brain came up with weren’t going to be very good ones in your favor. you offer him a raise of your brow, gesturing for him to continue.

dropping his silver spoon back into the bowl, sunghoon rests his elbows up on the counter. “in exchange for ‘doing shit around here’, you have to be my girlfriend.”

you choke on your saliva, giving him a dumbfounded expression. “what!?”

“hear me out!” he quickly defends, “my parents are planning to set me up with this weird, artsy church girl, and i just can’t allow that to happen for my reputation sake. you’re my only hope, pretty.”

“first of all, you were basically calling me a nerd a few minutes ago, so i don’t see how i’d be any better than her. and what exactly would i have to do as your fake girlfriend— if i metaphorically took you up on this deal?”

sunghoon ignores the first half of your statement with no explanation. “well, probably have dinner with my family every once in a while, hold my hand, kiss me-“

you stumble slightly. “woah, woah- what?! why would we kiss in front of your parents?” you inquire stressfully, the thought of kissing sunghoon making your heart beat much faster than it should.

though honestly, this compromise sounded like a win-win in your book. finally, no more socks found on the couch or plate mountains in your sink, and getting to fake date park sunghoon along the way? you make sure not to give in just yet, as you don’t need the boy’s ego skyrocketing any higher than it was, but you were feeling pretty great.

“to prove we’re serious, duh.” sunghoon rolls his eyes at your question, suddenly turning in the barstool to face you. “c’mon, let’s practise now.”

huh? wait, practise what?

does he mean—

you step away from the counter nervously, only to be pulled back by sunghoon’s grip on your wrist. he has a barely noticeable, smug smirk on his face at your sudden nervousness, grasping your hand tightly in his bigger one. “hey, i never said yes to the deal yet,” you gulp.

taking a leap of faith, sunghoon leans further in, his pointy nose touching yours. his breath tickles your lips, and you hate the way his closeness affects you. now you understand why no girl on campus could resist him; it was impossible.

“why not, pretty girl? are you scared of having to kiss me? is that why you don’t want to say yes?” he teases, reaching his free hand up to softly run a thumb along your plush lips. for some reason, you don’t move away from his surprisingly gentle touch.

“n-no. i’m not scared of you, sunghoon.”

his smirk deepens in pure amusement. “then kiss me,” he encourages, calmly waiting for you to make the first move.

you take one last look at him. his slightly disheveled hair, the moles scattered perfectly along his features even more delicate up close. down to his curved nose, rubbing against the tip of yours affectionately. and lastly, his enchanting pink lips, just begging to be kissed by you.

so you do. before you can stop yourself, you’re kissing park sunghoon. the boy you were just scolding for his constant messes. the boy who was known and loved by your whole college, his reputation lying at the highest amongst everyone’s standards.

but it didn’t matter, in that moment, he was just sunghoon, your lazy, ridiculously hot roommate.

sunghoon finally frees your wrist, allowing you to reach up and rest your arms around his shoulders. to no surprise, he’s definitely the best kiss you’ve ever had, full of experience and confidence. the taste of cinnamon toast crunch runs through your senses, only furthering as he runs a tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

feeling playful, you refuse, making sunghoon grunt in annoyance. he pulls away for a second to glare at you. “that’s how you wanna be, huh? let me show you who’s in charge around here, then.”

before you can ponder on what that meant, his lips are back on yours more fierce than ever, standing up from his seat to force you right against the counter.

as you try to get comfortable in the new position, he harshly pinches your side. in a moment of surprise at his attack, you gasp, lips parting and giving sunghoon the perfect opportunity to force his tongue right into your mouth and explore every crevice of you.

it’s hard to keep up with sunghoon, he was much too intense for you. so you gently push him away, catching your breath hastily. when you finally look up at him, his lips are swollen, slightly wet and chapped.

it seems he understands that you want to stop here, so he moves back, giving you some space. “i.. i came here to scold you about your socks. how did this happen?” you ask to mostly yourself.

“my charms are irresistible.” sunghoon lets out a laugh, walking backwards towards his bedroom. “so, starting tomorrow you’re my girlfriend, okay pretty girl?”

still trying to calm your racing heart, you offer a small, defeated glance to your roommate. “yeah, whatever, pretty boy.” he smiles brightly at his newly earned nickname, turning around before closing his bedroom door for the night.

with a sigh, you glance back around only to find sunghoon’s half eaten bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, soggy and abandoned on the counter.

this deal wasn’t going to change anything, was it?

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彡 compromise. - p.sh

requested for 1k au event!

SUMMARY ! being roomates with the biggest (and hottest) slacker on campus was difficult to say the least. plates left on the counter, clothes from him and the girl’s he brings over left in the living room, the list goes on. one day after you’ve had enough of his uncleanliness, sunghoon offers you to be his girlfriend in exchange for a tidy, mess-free apartment. totally not worth it.. right?

PAIRING ! roommate!sunghoon x f!reader

WC ! 2.1k

GENRE ! roomates au, fake dating, fluff (?) and lots of banter

WARNINGS ! slight suggestive, making out, sunghoon being a bit too confident for his own good

a/n: woohooo first fic for the event done! thank you for requesting anon! <3

if you go into the living room and find another one of park sunghoon’s socks on your couch, you might just explode.

you take a deep breath in, and out. the moment of truth. you slam open the door to your sunghoon-proof bedroom, taking quick paces towards the living room and—

there it is.

a sad, lonely sock without it’s matching pair laid on your couch. you knew it.

park sunghoon. one of the most sought after guys on campus, yet it was only his first year of college.

meanwhile, it was your fourth. so how you became roommates with him? one, tragic answer: you were broke and desperate for someone to split rent with.

sunghoon wasn’t a bad person. he did little things like pick up your forgotten mail, or turn on your coffee machine while you got ready in the bathroom. though, you'd still say he ranked number one on your list of the worst roommates you’ve ever had.

he was lazy, irresponsible, and oh so messy. 80% of the time, while you were busy being productive and studying, he was busy tackling people with a ball under his arm or in the middle of coaxing some girl to come home with him after partying all night (which didn’t take much effort on his part considering that face of his).

now, you weren’t a hater. sunghoon got into this university with his talent for football alone—so props to him for.. catching balls. honestly, if he wasn’t the way he was, you’d probably fall for his handsome charms yourself. but when his annoying, mosquito-like presence decided to intervene with the peaceful sanctuary that was once your neat and homely apartment, all wrath was destined to come out of you at some point.

for a while, you were nice enough to clean up after the younger boy, making pathetic excuses for him in your head in an effort to be a kind, forgiving roomate.

but after a month of dealing with his unwashed plates left on the counter, clothes scattered around the living room from not only him, but also the girls he brings over, and all in all his untidiness everyday, you’ve finally snapped.

this feeling of undeniable rage may partially be because of how stressed you are from all the new assignments and lack of coffee, but you’ve never felt more ready for confrontation by the time you’ve reached sunghoon’s bedroom door.

you offer two passive aggressive knocks, not even waiting for a reply before yanking the door open. “look sunghoon— we have to talk.”

nobody.

you take a few cautious steps inside his disarrayed bedroom, nose wrinkling at the sight of a mountain of clothes near his bed despite a closet being a few steps over. there’s random magazines and papers scattered across the floor, along with an unkempt stash of trinkets thrown on top of his drawer. you glance at his closet, half opened and containing only about two jackets actually hung up on racks.

“woah, never thought i’d find the campus nun snooping around my bedroom.” you whip your head around to find a shirtless sunghoon staring down at you, toothbrush perkily sticking out of his mouth. his muscled biceps flex as he crosses his arms, raising a curious brow at the sock pinched between your nails.

your eyes bulge at the sight of his bare, sculpted torso, turning around with a tint of red rushing to your ears. “just because i don’t spend every night getting wasted doesn’t make me a nun, nor was i snooping,” you spit defensively.

sunghoon chuckles, padding across his room to pick up a random top off his shirt mountain. “says the girl who just covered her eyes like she’s never seen a shirtless guy before.” he smirks, glancing down at your childish bear printed pajamas. “i mean— not that i think you have.”

you spin back around, huffing in relief now that he was dressed and pointing to the sock in your hand. “shut up, i’m only here to listen to your amazing explanation on why i keep finding socks and other assortments of your clothing all over the living— hey! don’t walk away when i’m talking to you!”

you frustratedly discard the sock somewhere on his bed, following your roommate back out to where he’s now rummaging through the kitchen pantry, toothbrush long forgotten on the sink’s rim. you take another deep breath, trying to stay calm. “sunghoon,” you begin.

“yeah, pretty girl?” your eye twitches in disbelief, hating the way butterflies flutter through your stomach from the nickname he’s always called you.

“i told you, don’t fucking call me that. now listen here,” you try to look stern, but sunghoon personally thinks you look adorable. “i’ve been dealing with your bullshit all month without a single complaint,” you rant, watching as he pulls out a box of cinnamon toast crunch. “do you ever wonder how all those plates and bowls you leave in the sink magically disappear? yeah, well, that was me slaving my ass away like your personal housemaid!”

sunghoon is completely unphased by your vent, too busy pouring his cereal into an empty bowl with a shrug. “nobody told you to clean those for me.”

moments like these made you question how you’ve dealt with the boy for a whole month.

“if i don’t, they begin piling up into a jenga tower,” you fire back with a scoff, “similar to the wonderful sorting technique used in your bedroom.”

unbelievably, the boy giggles at that, taking a seat at the counter with his late night snack. “y’know, you’re pretty funny when you’re not locked up in your room all day.” your jaw tightens, snatching the milk away right as your roomate reaches out for it. he looks at you as if you just committed a crime, lips turning into a defeated (but adorable) pout. “hey, i’m trying to have cereal here.”

“sunghoon,” you snarl once more, holding the carton above his head like a parent would with a child’s toy.

“what?” he whines.

“if you don’t start doing shit around here, i’m kicking you out.”

instead of a dramatic gasp or begs for mercy and forgiveness like you’d hoped for, he snickers, pouncing up like a cat and snatching the milk back outof your grip. “yeah, right. as if you could afford this apartment by yourself.”

silence (besides the sound of sunghoon chewing his cinnamon toast crunch).

out of the corner of his eye, sunghoon sees your face drop in utter defeat. you look close to the verge of tears, knuckles turning white by your sides. yes, he may be a jerk sometimes, but he wasn’t that evil. his eyes softened slightly, letting out a thoughtful sigh as he munched on his spoonful of cereal.

suddenly, a lightbulb appears atop his head, smirking brilliantly. “okay, being the handsome genius i am, i’ve come up with an offer— a compromise, you could say.”

you didn’t know your roommate that well considering it’s only been a month since you’ve met, but you were confident that any ideas his pea-sized brain came up with weren’t going to be very good ones in your favor. you offer him a raise of your brow, gesturing for him to continue.

dropping his silver spoon back into the bowl, sunghoon rests his elbows up on the counter. “in exchange for ‘doing shit around here’, you have to be my girlfriend.”

you choke on your saliva, giving him a dumbfounded expression. “what!?”

“hear me out!” he quickly defends, “my parents are planning to set me up with this weird, artsy church girl, and i just can’t allow that to happen for my reputation sake. you’re my only hope, pretty.”

“first of all, you were basically calling me a nerd a few minutes ago, so i don’t see how i’d be any better than her. and what exactly would i have to do as your fake girlfriend— if i metaphorically took you up on this deal?”

sunghoon ignores the first half of your statement with no explanation. “well, probably have dinner with my family every once in a while, hold my hand, kiss me-“

you stumble slightly. “woah, woah- what?! why would we kiss in front of your parents?” you inquire stressfully, the thought of kissing sunghoon making your heart beat much faster than it should.

though honestly, this compromise sounded like a win-win in your book. finally, no more socks found on the couch or plate mountains in your sink, and getting to fake date park sunghoon along the way? you make sure not to give in just yet, as you don’t need the boy’s ego skyrocketing any higher than it was, but you were feeling pretty great.

“to prove we’re serious, duh.” sunghoon rolls his eyes at your question, suddenly turning in the barstool to face you. “c’mon, let’s practise now.”

huh? wait, practise what?

does he mean—

you step away from the counter nervously, only to be pulled back by sunghoon’s grip on your wrist. he has a barely noticeable, smug smirk on his face at your sudden nervousness, grasping your hand tightly in his bigger one. “hey, i never said yes to the deal yet,” you gulp.

taking a leap of faith, sunghoon leans further in, his pointy nose touching yours. his breath tickles your lips, and you hate the way his closeness affects you. now you understand why no girl on campus could resist him; it was impossible.

“why not, pretty girl? are you scared of having to kiss me? is that why you don’t want to say yes?” he teases, reaching his free hand up to softly run a thumb along your plush lips. for some reason, you don’t move away from his surprisingly gentle touch.

“n-no. i’m not scared of you, sunghoon.”

his smirk deepens in pure amusement. “then kiss me,” he encourages, calmly waiting for you to make the first move.

you take one last look at him. his slightly disheveled hair, the moles scattered perfectly along his features even more delicate up close. down to his curved nose, rubbing against the tip of yours affectionately. and lastly, his enchanting pink lips, just begging to be kissed by you.

so you do. before you can stop yourself, you’re kissing park sunghoon. the boy you were just scolding for his constant messes. the boy who was known and loved by your whole college, his reputation lying at the highest amongst everyone’s standards.

but it didn’t matter, in that moment, he was just sunghoon, your lazy, ridiculously hot roommate.

sunghoon finally frees your wrist, allowing you to reach up and rest your arms around his shoulders. to no surprise, he’s definitely the best kiss you’ve ever had, full of experience and confidence. the taste of cinnamon toast crunch runs through your senses, only furthering as he runs a tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

feeling playful, you refuse, making sunghoon grunt in annoyance. he pulls away for a second to glare at you. “that’s how you wanna be, huh? let me show you who’s in charge around here, then.”

before you can ponder on what that meant, his lips are back on yours more fierce than ever, standing up from his seat to force you right against the counter.

as you try to get comfortable in the new position, he harshly pinches your side. in a moment of surprise at his attack, you gasp, lips parting and giving sunghoon the perfect opportunity to force his tongue right into your mouth and explore every crevice of you.

it’s hard to keep up with sunghoon, he was much too intense for you. so you gently push him away, catching your breath hastily. when you finally look up at him, his lips are swollen, slightly wet and chapped.

it seems he understands that you want to stop here, so he moves back, giving you some space. “i.. i came here to scold you about your socks. how did this happen?” you ask to mostly yourself.

“my charms are irresistible.” sunghoon lets out a laugh, walking backwards towards his bedroom. “so, starting tomorrow you’re my girlfriend, okay pretty girl?”

still trying to calm your racing heart, you offer a small, defeated glance to your roommate. “yeah, whatever, pretty boy.” he smiles brightly at his newly earned nickname, turning around before closing his bedroom door for the night.

with a sigh, you glance back around only to find sunghoon’s half eaten bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, soggy and abandoned on the counter.

this deal wasn’t going to change anything, was it?

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GROUP WORKS !

LEE HEESEUNG | 이희승

1:20

PARK JONGSEONG | 박종성

in a good way

falling asleep with him in his gaming chair.

PARK SUNGHOON | 박성훈

how to disappear

popular boy loves his quiet girl.

KIM SUNOO | 김선우

fever

you take care of your boyfriend when he hides his fever.

YANG JUNGWON | 양정원

birthday

waking jungwon up to say happy birthday.

NISHIMURA RIKI | 西村力

be my valentine?

brief summary . . a valentine festival was announced and yn made it her plan to get her long time crush, yang jungwon to be her valentine with the help of his best friend. but, does it work out?

mess

riki creates a mess when he tries making cupcakes for your birthday.

© eulris!

HOW TO DISAPPEAR

☆ — fluff popular boy + quiet girl bookshelf female reader and park sunghoon no warnings 0.6k

authors note, i’ve been going ia a bit cause my brain is like so dead and i was catching up on school which is ending in like 6 weeks ?? but i will try and get more work out!

your earbuds hung from your ears as a low melody played from your phone stuffed into your pocket, ignoring the bustling hall with chattering students. their backs shoved you into your locker muttering soft ‘sorrys’ before continuing. you didn’t mind the contact.

your hands searched the depth of your locker for your english book, hoping it’d jump out from the mess of scattered papers and loose pencils. other textbooks and miscellaneous items fell to the floor but you could care less, everyone would just pass by without a second glance.

with furrowed brows and an exhausted groan you flung your arms up yanking your earbuds out of your ears sending your phone to the floor. the clatter was loud along with the rest of your books taking their chance and escaping your locker. as if the day could get any better.

“i should’ve stayed home.” you grumbled crouching down and picking up the fallen novels. your bare knees touched the cold floor sending a shock through your body. it was just the beginning of the morning and you were already crabby.

in the midst of your hushed mumbles and curses slipping through your teeth, you failed to notice the large presence beside you. your arms full of your cubby contents.

his fingers grasped your phone picking it off the floor. his blonde hair covered just enough of his forehead, lips painted with a fresh cherry and his eyes a deep golden brown.

his lips curved into a short smile, he pushed an earbud into his ear pressing play to the song.

‘how to disappear’ lana del ray.

“suits you,” he blurted, startling you. you hadn’t seen or felt his figure looming over you.

“what?” you breathed out.

“is this artist good?” he asked once again, showing you your phone screen. his friends waited around watching him.

you’ve never spoken more than three words to park sunghoon before. the only time you had somewhat of a real conversation was when you tried out for the lead role for juliet in romeo and juliet. he had been chosen as romeo, you found out and ran out as you both approached the kiss scene. since then you’ve found a way around him.

“sure, i don’t know.” you shrugged, throwing your satchel over your shoulder. he smiled, handing you your phone. his fingers still intertwined with the earbuds.

“you were casted as juliet right? for the summer play, you know before you ran off.” he inched closer and you took a step back. his friends were intrigued as they too grew nearer.

you didn’t say anything adjusting your bag out of habit, his eyes were boring into your face. sunghoon was natural at achieving the ‘am i flirting?’ look.

silence took the both of you, your hands holding one end of your phone. your cheeks held a light blush full of fluster. he caught you off guard and he knew it too.

“can i have my phone back?” tugging your device closer he quickly nodded letting go.

“the theater is preparing another play. you’d look good in it, i’ll be the lead role.” he grinned, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“he’s amazing, you should see him.” one of his friends —you recognized him to be jake from ap physics— smiled as well patting sunghoon’s shoulder.

“no, no boys,” he turned to them, taking a second look at you. “she’s gonna be my partner.”

they chuckled lowly. you stood there in complete confusion. maybe monday’s weren’t your thing.

“i’ll see you, yn.” he raised his brows before turning with the rest of his friends. sunghoon casted one last look at you while he rounded the corner.

shutting your locker you placed the earbuds back in your ear trying to walk off the jitters. you shook your head getting rid of your hot cheeks.

on the other hand, that night sunghoon lay in his bed adding ‘how to disappear’ to his playlist.

© eulris

Hi hiiii, I hope you’re doing okay, I have a question, which is your fav hair color on Sunghoon as for now?

I have to say Hoon has such a pretty face and literally every color would suit him but if I’m being honest, the blonde/platinum hair was something else on him

It was an era, a legendary era

He still looks great but blonde and platinum hoon>>>

Hi I've recently started following you and love your posts 🥺 so sweet!

Anyways, could I pls request a Sunghoon x reader where he comforts them somehow bc they're stressed abt work/school?

<3 thx!

♡ ꒱ more than friends 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: best friend!Sunghoon x fem!Reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

summary: seeing you panick over exams was a literal torture for your best friend, Sunghoon, who just wanted to help you feel better. Thanks to his unique way of “calming you down” he was able to do just that, along with successfully gaining himself a date with the girl he liked.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: kissing kissing and kissing, really fluffy fluff ending, mentions of having anxiety, mentions of exams and stress, usage of the word “shit”

a/n: it’s been a while since I’ve written a request so, I’m hoping you can enjoy this anonie! I got a little carried away with this and I hope it’s okay, please let me know what you think 🫶🏼

🖱⌨️ : masterlist

“Okay,” Sunghoon nodded, eyes focused on the paper in his hold which you stayed up preparing all night, for the oral exam you were about to take in an hour today, “let’s go over this once more.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to clear your head for his questions. You were nervous, so much that Sunghoon was starting to get worried about you.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, clumsily trying to wipe your wet palms on the fabric of your pleated skirt.

You could feel that there were no room left in your brain anymore to obtain any kind of additional information, no matter how crucial it was for the exam.

Yet there you were, forcing yourself to study when all you wanted to do was to go back to your bed and sleep for the rest of day.

“Or we can just take a break here and get some air—” Sunghoon suggested, noticing your struggle.

He wanted to help you so bad, seeing you like this was nothing other than a torture to him.

“No!” you shook your head and interrupted him with a high pitched voice that came out louder than you thought, unable to control your anxiety.

Realizing how rude you just sounded, you looked up, meeting with a pair of confused eyes.

Sunghoon seemed baffled, frozen at his seat while he was searching for an answer to give to you.

“Okay then, let’s—”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— shit!”

You pursed your lips, brushing your hands through your wavy strands that had Sunghoon secretly swooning over you.

You really were so pretty, he couldn’t deny it.

Maybe that was the reason why he hated seeing you upset so much, because it didn’t suit your gorgeous face, just like this spoken moment.

You were interrupting him, again, but although he didn’t care much, it was the last straw for you to have an emotional outbreak.

Huffing out a frustrated groan, you cupped your face with both hands, pressing at your eyes to prevent the swelled up tears from falling down — which didn’t work.

Were you crazy?

Why were you yelling at your best friend who only tried to help? And why on earth were you crying right now?

“Y/n, shhh—” Sunghoon called your name, letting it roll out from his tongue softly as he got up and walked towards you with rushed steps.

“Hey, look at me,” he tapped on your shoulder lightly, “Come on sweetheart, let me see your pretty face, hm?”

“I have a runny nose,” you sobbed, “I’m not pretty right now!” you whined, which made him giggle over how honest you were.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists gently, “let me see you.” he said, forcefully moving your fisted hands away.

“I c-can’t make this s-stop!” You choked out as you looked at him behind swollen eyes, your lips and nose shining bright red due to the rush of blood.

“Shhh, It’s alright baby, it’s alright—”

“Make it stop Sunghoon, p-please!”

Not knowing what to say, Sunghoon gulped down in worry, hesitating over doing the only thing that came to his mind.

It almost felt like he was dealing with an acute brain deficiency, which was the last thing he needed right now.

Screw it, he thought to himself as he watched you break down completely, he couldn’t bare witnessing the sight of you pouring your heart out anymore.

So with a deep breath, he took your face in between his hands and wiped away the wetness on your cheeks before pulling you towards himself, only to press his soft lips on your dry ones.

He closed his eyes and held you still as he kissed you, pushing you against the wall behind you to prevent you from running away — not that you were trying to anyways, you were too stunned to move a limb.

Despite the wacky circumstances, the kiss was fluttering for the both of you, making his heartbeat fasten as it calmed yours.

You tasted sweet, much better than his favorite candy flavor. It made him want to not stop and risk everything instead, even though it would most likely cost him your friendship.

Or so he thought.

Stealing one last peck from you, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he struggled to look into your eyes.

He felt dizzy, almost like he was unable to stand straight on his feet.

“I r-read it somewhere,” he stuttered, licking his lips, “that k-kissing could help with p-panic attacks.” he said, trying to disperse the strange mood in the room.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, so did it work?” He asked, blinking a few times expectantly. Now he was even more nervous than you, feeling his hands shake as he placed them on both sides your waist.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you pouted, crossing your arms around his neck, “it was too short for me to tell, don’t you think?” You teased, pulling him closer as you played with the small hairs on his nape.

“That so?” He whispered, fanning his hot breath against your blushed cheeks. You looked so mesmerizing, he could barely breathe in front of you.

“Mhm,”

“Then how about this?”

Just like that, you found his lips back on yours again, gently moving with a slow rhythm. Delicately, he placed a hand on your cheek and tilted your head as he hugged your waist, wanting to give you what you were asking for exactly.

A small whimper fell from your mouth as you tugged on his hair for more, which was enough for him to understand that he was on the right track.

But instead of giving you more of what you wanted, he chose to stop and tease you a little, just like you did to him.

“So?” He asked, breaking the kiss, chuckling at the redness of your face. “Was this long enough for you?”

Unable to stop your lips from curling up, you gave in and let a cute chuckle escape from your mouth.

He smiled at the way you hid your face on the crook of his neck, laughing along with you over your clumsy attempts on avoiding his flirty gaze.

“What is it, are you shy now?”

“No,” you rejected, trying to sound like you were not at all effected by what just happened, “Why would I be shy?”

“Because we just kissed, love,” he muttered right next to your ear, emphasizing on the last word, “and we did it twice.”

“You meant to say thrice?”

“Wha—”

Not letting him finish, you pushed your lips on his, once again getting the upper hand. This time you were the one cupping his cheeks and tilting his face, causing a heart attack on his poor body.

He could feel his knees give in as he leaned his weight down on you, letting you pull him as close as you wished.

“See?” you mumbled, panting for air in between kisses, “thrice.” you said, giving him a one last kith.

He nodded approvingly as he chased after your lips for more, pouting when you pushed him away, not letting him get greedy with you.

“I see,” he cleared his throat, following after you to gather his stuff from the table since it was almost the time for the exam, “then what should I do to get my fourth kiss?”

Smirking at his daring question, you threw him a sassy look, fixing his tie as you locked your eyes with his beautiful brown ones.

You seemed to gain your confidence back almost as if that anxiety attack never happened, which was a great sight to see for Sunghoon, since he felt like he could finally be of help.

“Do you really want it that badly?”

“I do actually,” he sighed, wanting to look dramatic, “very much, if I’m being honest.”

“Then take me out on a date after this, Park,” you responded, trying not to show how much his answer got you excited, “Impress me and you’ll get your kiss.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “promise.”

“Consider it done then, L/n,” he concluded, fixing your smudged lipstick with a dirty grin on his face.

Oh how sweet it was, watching your cheeks turn red because of him, he couldn’t put his joy into words.

“I hope you’re ready for the best date of your life.”

©hee-poster on tumblr | est. 2022

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@gegeetime @sei-ryuu @jak-ey @hanienie @quokkasunggie @02dreamerz @hsheart @jyunillaa

Hi I've recently started following you and love your posts 🥺 so sweet!

Anyways, could I pls request a Sunghoon x reader where he comforts them somehow bc they're stressed abt work/school?

<3 thx!

♡ ꒱ more than friends 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: best friend!Sunghoon x fem!Reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

summary: seeing you panick over exams was a literal torture for your best friend, Sunghoon, who just wanted to help you feel better. Thanks to his unique way of “calming you down” he was able to do just that, along with successfully gaining himself a date with the girl he liked.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: kissing kissing and kissing, really fluffy fluff ending, mentions of having anxiety, mentions of exams and stress, usage of the word “shit”

a/n: it’s been a while since I’ve written a request so, I’m hoping you can enjoy this anonie! I got a little carried away with this and I hope it’s okay, please let me know what you think 🫶🏼

🖱⌨️ : masterlist

“Okay,” Sunghoon nodded, eyes focused on the paper in his hold which you stayed up preparing all night, for the oral exam you were about to take in an hour today, “let’s go over this once more.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to clear your head for his questions. You were nervous, so much that Sunghoon was starting to get worried about you.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, clumsily trying to wipe your wet palms on the fabric of your pleated skirt.

You could feel that there were no room left in your brain anymore to obtain any kind of additional information, no matter how crucial it was for the exam.

Yet there you were, forcing yourself to study when all you wanted to do was to go back to your bed and sleep for the rest of day.

“Or we can just take a break here and get some air—” Sunghoon suggested, noticing your struggle.

He wanted to help you so bad, seeing you like this was nothing other than a torture to him.

“No!” you shook your head and interrupted him with a high pitched voice that came out louder than you thought, unable to control your anxiety.

Realizing how rude you just sounded, you looked up, meeting with a pair of confused eyes.

Sunghoon seemed baffled, frozen at his seat while he was searching for an answer to give to you.

“Okay then, let’s—”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— shit!”

You pursed your lips, brushing your hands through your wavy strands that had Sunghoon secretly swooning over you.

You really were so pretty, he couldn’t deny it.

Maybe that was the reason why he hated seeing you upset so much, because it didn’t suit your gorgeous face, just like this spoken moment.

You were interrupting him, again, but although he didn’t care much, it was the last straw for you to have an emotional outbreak.

Huffing out a frustrated groan, you cupped your face with both hands, pressing at your eyes to prevent the swelled up tears from falling down — which didn’t work.

Were you crazy?

Why were you yelling at your best friend who only tried to help? And why on earth were you crying right now?

“Y/n, shhh—” Sunghoon called your name, letting it roll out from his tongue softly as he got up and walked towards you with rushed steps.

“Hey, look at me,” he tapped on your shoulder lightly, “Come on sweetheart, let me see your pretty face, hm?”

“I have a runny nose,” you sobbed, “I’m not pretty right now!” you whined, which made him giggle over how honest you were.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, grabbing your wrists gently, “let me see you.” he said, forcefully moving your fisted hands away.

“I c-can’t make this s-stop!” You choked out as you looked at him behind swollen eyes, your lips and nose shining bright red due to the rush of blood.

“Shhh, It’s alright baby, it’s alright—”

“Make it stop Sunghoon, p-please!”

Not knowing what to say, Sunghoon gulped down in worry, hesitating over doing the only thing that came to his mind.

It almost felt like he was dealing with an acute brain deficiency, which was the last thing he needed right now.

Screw it, he thought to himself as he watched you break down completely, he couldn’t bare witnessing the sight of you pouring your heart out anymore.

So with a deep breath, he took your face in between his hands and wiped away the wetness on your cheeks before pulling you towards himself, only to press his soft lips on your dry ones.

He closed his eyes and held you still as he kissed you, pushing you against the wall behind you to prevent you from running away — not that you were trying to anyways, you were too stunned to move a limb.

Despite the wacky circumstances, the kiss was fluttering for the both of you, making his heartbeat fasten as it calmed yours.

You tasted sweet, much better than his favorite candy flavor. It made him want to not stop and risk everything instead, even though it would most likely cost him your friendship.

Or so he thought.

Stealing one last peck from you, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he struggled to look into your eyes.

He felt dizzy, almost like he was unable to stand straight on his feet.

“I r-read it somewhere,” he stuttered, licking his lips, “that k-kissing could help with p-panic attacks.” he said, trying to disperse the strange mood in the room.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, so did it work?” He asked, blinking a few times expectantly. Now he was even more nervous than you, feeling his hands shake as he placed them on both sides your waist.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you pouted, crossing your arms around his neck, “it was too short for me to tell, don’t you think?” You teased, pulling him closer as you played with the small hairs on his nape.

“That so?” He whispered, fanning his hot breath against your blushed cheeks. You looked so mesmerizing, he could barely breathe in front of you.

“Mhm,”

“Then how about this?”

Just like that, you found his lips back on yours again, gently moving with a slow rhythm. Delicately, he placed a hand on your cheek and tilted your head as he hugged your waist, wanting to give you what you were asking for exactly.

A small whimper fell from your mouth as you tugged on his hair for more, which was enough for him to understand that he was on the right track.

But instead of giving you more of what you wanted, he chose to stop and tease you a little, just like you did to him.

“So?” He asked, breaking the kiss, chuckling at the redness of your face. “Was this long enough for you?”

Unable to stop your lips from curling up, you gave in and let a cute chuckle escape from your mouth.

He smiled at the way you hid your face on the crook of his neck, laughing along with you over your clumsy attempts on avoiding his flirty gaze.

“What is it, are you shy now?”

“No,” you rejected, trying to sound like you were not at all effected by what just happened, “Why would I be shy?”

“Because we just kissed, love,” he muttered right next to your ear, emphasizing on the last word, “and we did it twice.”

“You meant to say thrice?”

“Wha—”

Not letting him finish, you pushed your lips on his, once again getting the upper hand. This time you were the one cupping his cheeks and tilting his face, causing a heart attack on his poor body.

He could feel his knees give in as he leaned his weight down on you, letting you pull him as close as you wished.

“See?” you mumbled, panting for air in between kisses, “thrice.” you said, giving him a one last kith.

He nodded approvingly as he chased after your lips for more, pouting when you pushed him away, not letting him get greedy with you.

“I see,” he cleared his throat, following after you to gather his stuff from the table since it was almost the time for the exam, “then what should I do to get my fourth kiss?”

Smirking at his daring question, you threw him a sassy look, fixing his tie as you locked your eyes with his beautiful brown ones.

You seemed to gain your confidence back almost as if that anxiety attack never happened, which was a great sight to see for Sunghoon, since he felt like he could finally be of help.

“Do you really want it that badly?”

“I do actually,” he sighed, wanting to look dramatic, “very much, if I’m being honest.”

“Then take me out on a date after this, Park,” you responded, trying not to show how much his answer got you excited, “Impress me and you’ll get your kiss.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “promise.”

“Consider it done then, L/n,” he concluded, fixing your smudged lipstick with a dirty grin on his face.

Oh how sweet it was, watching your cheeks turn red because of him, he couldn’t put his joy into words.

“I hope you’re ready for the best date of your life.”

©hee-poster on tumblr | est. 2022

ᓚᘏᗢ 𓂃 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ⌗

@gegeetime @sei-ryuu @jak-ey @hanienie @quokkasunggie @02dreamerz @hsheart @jyunillaa

꒰ 12:17 A.M. ꒱ ❛ drunk!aomine daiki x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 at your phone screen, adjusting to the light coming of it in your dark bedroom, swiping the answer phone button. when you receive a drawled, “hey dummy,” whatever tiredness you were feeling moments prior is suddenly gone.

immediately, you can tell the man on the other end not sober. you smile at your friend’s deep tone. “hey stupid,” you greet back in amusement. “you still out with the guys?”

at your question, aomine seems to grumble under his breath, making laughter bubble in your throat.

“that bad, hm?”

“nah, nah.” in between his word’s there’s a slight muffle, probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “we had a lot and half o’ them are annoying drunk. so i escaped.”

“escaped? where to? the bar’s bathroom?”

“no,” aomine answers your teasing tone with a clipped remark. “i’m in the back by the pool tables.” there’s a pause before a thoughtful, “you suck at pool.”

you nod grimly, though he can’t see. “always an honest one. you can’t just once sugar coat an answer?”

“sugar coating is for loser, loser.”

nice to know he’s still just as insulting while under the influence. still, you smile at his words.

“alright well, the boy’s’ll be searching for you soon,” you say, recalling kise’s character and guessing he was a few minutes away from gathering an aominecchi search party. “thanks for the check in. get home safe, okay?”

“wait, don’t hang up so soon,” aomine grunts and you can just imagine the deep(er) furrow of his brows as his mouth lifts into a frown. “still wanna talk to you.”

“i am your most interesting friend albeit a dummy, aren’t I?” you ask, confident sigh leaving your lips. a yawn escapes you as you switch on the bedside lamp next to you, further squinting at the sudden contrast of light. he doesn’t answer your question, and if it weren’t for the buzzing background noise of the bar across the line, you’d think he hung up. “aomine-?”

“don’t make me say it.”

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Hiiiiiii hope you are doing well!!!! If you feel up to it could you pls write a short story or whatever of Aomine x y/n college au with some kind of friends to lovers or enemies to lovers I rly don’t mind, fluff or nsfw idm whatever you feel like I am just a bit of a hoe for the tension and build up 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

omg honey 😳😳😳 you’re talking to the CEO of building tension between herself and her crush, so this is right up my alley lmao I hope I won’t disappoint

Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Context: college!au in which your best friend Aomine is all your friends talk about, but you can’t see what the hype is all about.

Pairing: Aomine x gn! Reader

Warnings: some cussing, tension between the two main characters, some mildly suggestive passages but still sfw but overall it's fluff 🥰

“That dude is so fucking sexy...”

“Oh my god, and he plays basketball too?”

“Should we go watch him train on the court?”

You glare at your new friends, an amused expression on your face. Something about them gushing over your best friend is somewhat funny. You’ve known Aomine for too long to be able to see what they’re seeing. To you, the blue-haired guy is the dumbass that has been following you around and pulled you into some shenanigans since your first year of university. The two of you have met during orientation week and bonded in the strangest way. You didn’t have any common interest, and to be frank, you initially found his personality irritating. He always has this aura of “I’m too cool for you” surrounding him, as he carelessly does things, like the notion of consequence is foreign to him. Yet, you still sit next to each other in every classes you have in common, and soon enough, he is in your apartment every night, invading your space with not an ounce of shame in his body.

To this day, you still wonder what makes him your best friend. He’s an arrogant, slightly pervy idiot, yet you’d take a bullet for him at any time. And as for him, well you are as clueless as what makes him stick around. It’s not like he can’t find anything better and has to settle for you as his sole company; Aomine is fairly popular, even on your big campus. He frequently gets invited to parties, is constantly asked on dates, he’s even able to get extensions for his assignments by sweet-talking his lecturers. So really, he can be well off without you. But for the past years, he’s is constantly somewhere around you, no matter what, even going as far as turning down dates to hang out with you. Most of the time, you don’t demand anything from him, but he’ll constantly show up, wherever you are, just to kill time in your company.

You smile as your friends finally decide that they will go to the outside court to watch their new eye candy. You haven’t told them how close you are to Aomine, because it would ruin the fun for you. Hearing them fantasize on him when you’ve seen him in his most unattractive moments makes it ironically funny.  As you approach the court, however, you quickly realize that you can’t hide your proximity with him anymore. As soon as his blue eyes lay on you, he drops the ball to come to you, a stupid smile plastered on his face.

“Bestie!”

“Don’t call me that” you grunt.

He laughs, coming in for a hug that you decline. He’s sweaty, and you’re wearing a nice shirt, so you don’t want his stench on you. You fail to notice your friends witnessing your interaction with the athlete student, both completely flabbergasted.

“You should go back to your game” you say, noticing his teammates looking his way.

He turns around, following your gaze, before nodding. But before he goes, he removes his sweaty t-shirt and throws it right at you. You catch it in extremis, glaring at him.

“I’m not a fucking laundry basket Daiki, don’t throw your dirty clothes at me!”

He sends you a flying kiss while you're scolding him, quickly reprising his place on the court amongst the other players. You swear as you hold his t-shirt by the tip of your fingers, and when you turn around, you meet the shocked faces of your friends.

“Y/n? For how long have you known him?!”

You smirk. Well, this might be the end of the fun for you, but it was entertaining, while it lasted.

“That moron is my best friend” you casually say.

They both look at you in a complete state of incredulity. Yet, they can tell you aren’t lying. From the small interaction that they have witnessed, they can easily guess how well acquainted you are with Aomine.

“Couldn’t you say something about it earlier?! Dude, we’ve been down bad for him for so long, and you just... knew him?”

You raise your shoulders. Granted, if you have told them earlier, maybe they could have had a better chance at asking your best friend on a date. You could have introduced them, playing Cupid for your buddies who genuinely see Aomine as the best catch out there.

“It was funny listening to y’all talking about him like he’s an actual hot ass. Truth be told, he’s a giant dummy” you admit. “Oh well, I guess I had my fun. Sorry about that.”

You momentarily disappear to put Aomine’s t-shirt in his bag and go back to the side-court, acting like you haven’t just dropped a bomb on your friends who both have crush on the blue-haired boy.

“Is that it, y/n? Or are you keeping him for yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, we’d respect it if you had something going on with him.”

It’s your turn to look at them with round eyes. The idea of anything romantic going on between you and your best friend is an absolute absurdity. People have at multiple occasions assume that the two of you are a couple, and every time, your reaction is the same: Aomine laughing, and you rushing to deny such stupid assumption.

“I’m not interesting in him, he’s all yours” you declare. “Honestly, I really can’t see what you find in him.”

You stretch your arms, looking for your best friend on the court. You’re lying when you say you can’t see how he’s attractive, because he definitely is. Especially now, when he plays basketball; the way he owns the whole court, running from one side to the other, lean muscles glistening as the sunrays hit the sweat beads on his body, his face contortioned under concentration. He is objectively a very handsome guy, and you may deny it as much as you want, you can sometimes feel your heart race when you see him under certain lights. But for the most part, Daiki is just Daiki. And you can’t imagine him as someone else to you.

You stay on court till the match ends, you friends having to leave at some point, which they truly dreaded because it meant that they couldn’t admire their eye candy anymore. You remain there knowing that Aomine will have eventually ended at your place this evening, so you might as well wait for him to finish so he can drive you home instead of taking the bus. He finishes, bidding his teammates goodbye before coming to you, a small smile on his lips. He always smiles when he sees you, which is quite cheesy in your opinion, but you can’t change his ways.

“Thanks for waiting for me” he says after taking a few sips of water.

“I want you to drive me home.”

He chuckles, putting on a clean t-shirt, and taking his bag as the both you walk out of the campus. The air is fresh, and you look at the cloudless sky in search for the first stars. They usually shine timidly at this point of the day, so you may have to search for them for a while. You don’t notice your best friend watching you, a soft smile on his lips. He likes these small habits of yours, the thing that you do casually, without even thinking that they’re noticeable, let alone appreciable. You still walk for a bit until you reach his car and you get in.

The journey is short in car, contrary to your usual thirty minutes in the bus. You quickly get in your apartment, letting a sigh of relief leave your mouth as you remove your shoes and find some snack in the kitchen. As expected, Aomine navigates around your place like he’s the one actually living here, and in some ways, he sort of does.

“Can I take a shower?”

“Yeah, you’ve got some clean clothes in my drawers” you reply chewing on your snack.

He nods before walking towards the bedroom and it’s only then that you realize that you’ve given the greenlight for him to snoop around your drawers. And it’s surely not something you want him to do. You guys may be close, but the thought of him going around your stuff, probably seeing your underwear, is terrifying. You rush to your room, hoping that you can intervene before he sees too much.

“I’ll get the clothes for you” you spurt out as you join him.

“Don’t kill my fun y/n, you have some interesting stuff in there...”

He looks at you smugly, holding some of your underwear in his big palm and you are quick to get these back. Cheeks red, you look like the perfect victim for Aomine’s teasing.

“So, when do you where those, huh? For who do you wear them?” he asks while leaning towards you.

You push his face away with your hand, clearly flustered but trying your best to hide it.

“It’s none of your business Daiki, take that fucking shower so I can get some rest from you.”

Laughing as he finally gets his clothes, the tall boy walks towards your bathroom, but he turns around one last time, and you can tell that he is not done getting on your nerves.

“That blue one, it matches my hair” he says as he throw one of your underwear at you – one that you haven’t noticed he’s been holding all along.

You are speechless, he really has no sense of boundaries. To be honest, that has always been the dynamics in your friendship. Aomine, for some reason, has never once hesitated to act like your belongings are his too, taking ownership of your whole space and personal effects. How many times have you come back home to him peacefully napping in your bed, or have you found his clothes in your laundry basket because he’s felt like taking a shower at your place? Or all the times he’s answered the phone for you, talking to your parents like he actually is their child.

When you think about it, there is no wonder that people will automatically think that you are a couple. In some ways, you act like one – always hanging out, basically living together, constantly taking care of each other in the most mundane way. You cooking for him, him walking you under his umbrella on rainy days, him buying your favourite snacks when he’s eaten all of them, you letting him have to best pillow when he sleeps over. And you ponder if this is how things should be. Is that really friendship? At the same time, you don’t want to change this dynamic; if the both of you were to behave differently with each other, it would probably be the end of your bond. It is the fact that your relationship is not necessarily bounded to conventions, which leads to outside judgement. But you don’t want others to get to your head.

As far as you are concerned, Daiki is your best friend.

You lay in your bed, lost in your thoughts. You really try not to overthink it, because for the longest time you didn’t even bother to reply to anyone making assumptions on you and Aomine, but it’s getting harder lately. You can’t understand where these doubts come from, and you can’t shake them of. Are you in denial and may actually be into him; or are you really just friend with him?

The scent of your shower gel takes you out your reflections, and you look up, seeing the object of your thoughts in front of you. In a towel. That’s all. You struggle to keep the red from reaching your cheeks at this sight.

“Dude, where are your clothes?” you ask, trying not to look.

“Was too focused on your underwear that I forgot mine here” he laughs. “What’s up with you?”

“Huh?”

“Why aren’t you looking me when you speak? That ain’t like you.”

You swear – you really aren’t sly. Reluctantly, you look up, facing that malicious smile that Aomine has on his face sometimes.

“Is it me? Do I make you shy when I stand half naked in front of you?” he asks not necessarily expecting an answer, as he knows he is right.

“Shut up” you mumble, trying to hold eye-contact with him.

The tall man looks smugger than ever, his hands on his hips, right wear the towel stands. To your surprise, he climbs on the bed, leaving water stains from his still wet body, and you move in defence when he is way too close to you.

“It’s cute, that I make you feel this way.”

“As if” you lie, “stop feeding your ego. Are you so lonely Daiki, that you absolutely need attention? Because if you need a date, I have two friends who would totally love going out with you.”

He scoffs at your word, laying next to you. You can feel the heat of his body against your skin, and you wonder for how long can you defend yourself. Soon enough, you won’t be able to lie, pretending that the way he is right now doesn’t do things to you.

“I don’t want a date” he lets out.

“So that’s your life now, just being around me at all times?”

“I’m fine with it.”

His voice is tinted in honesty, and you suddenly feel like your doubts aren’t so senseless. This time, it isn’t the outside work that gets into your head, it’s Aomine himself. Are you so clueless on the nature of your relationship with him? Are you the only one who refuses to see it?

“Daiki, are you fine with being my best friend?”

You don't mean to ask the question; but it still got out of your mouth, regardless.

“What kind of question is this?”

He sighs, as a silence sets between you. You don’t expect him to take this long to reply, and the fact that he hasn’t said a word yet further confirms that like you, there is some lines that are blurred for him.

“Forget it, you don’t have to answer” you let out.

You aren’t sure why you don’t want him to say a word anymore; it’s certainly fear, but you are too proud to admit it. You prop yourself up, ready to leave your bed and act like nothing happened, but your best friend’s hand wraps around your arm, pulling you back to the mattress.

“Dai-“

He doesn’t give you the time to say a word that he has you in dangerous proximity to his body. You can’t move, too confused by what is going on to say a word. And maybe it was the lightning, or maybe, it is a revelation, but you have never seen Aomine like this before. At this very moment, as you eyes lock in his, you can only feel your heart beating in your chest to an abnormal rhythm, the rest of your senses being completely out of service. You are unable to grasp any notion of time or space. At this very moment, it’s you, and him. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Shit, y/n, how can you even ask if I’m fine being your best friend?” he says, voice low in your ear. “I love you but you’re one huge dumbass. I’ve been making moves for months, so again, how can you ask if I’m ok with just being your best friend?”

You gulp, processing his words. It’s an overflow of information, and you struggle to understand it, let alone realize that this moment is happening. Everything seems so surreal, yet you are not hallucinating.

“I can’t stop smiling like an idiot when I see you, it’s absurd” he laughs, “I don’t know when or how, or why, but at some point I stopped being satisfied with simply being your friend. Can you blame me for that?”

You slowly shake your head as an answer, still trying to find the words to keep this conversation going on your side. In the meantime, your silence is interpreted as an opportunity to keep talking by the blue-haired boy.

“I’m gonna sound disgustingly cheesy, but that’s what you do to me. I think I’m in love with you at this point.”

His last sentence goes straight to your aching heart. You are speechless; however, you know that you have to speak before it’s too late and that you start overthinking things and draw yourself out at the last second before you actually get to be completely honest with him and with yourself.

“Daiki?” your voice is low, like it’s struggling to get out of your lips. But you gather all the courage you have in you, understanding that if you stay silent any longer, you might lose him.

 “Can you kiss me?” You finally ask.

His answer doesn’t take long to come. Tan hands are already cupping your face, while the distance between the two of you progressively disappear. His lips finally touch yours, guiding you into something that you didn’t know that you were craving for so long. It feels like your heart is blooming, a wall falling down as you recognize the truth. It is no longer a mystery why you like having him around, or why he always want to be by your side. Everything make sense, and the way your entire self melts under his touch only prove that this is right. He pulls you onto his laps, only covered by the towel, and you can’t make sense of reality as you sink in further. When the kiss comes to an end, you open your eyes, expecting to see something different.

“So, I guess I’m gonna be the one to see you in these undies, huh?”

“Oh, shut up Daiki!”

In appearance, it is the same old Aomine. The arrogant, slightly pervy idiot, that is always in your space. In your heart, however, he is Daiki, the boy that you can’t imagine not having by you at all times.

Because there’s a very fine line between loving someone as a friend, and loving someone as a soulmate, and you two have just crossed the line.

Written

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x Reader

Warning(s): Cursing

Soulmate AU

Part 1 of ???

Authors Note: Once again, I am a simp.

"What... the fuck?" It was a whisper. Breathed like a soft prayer and not the distressed exclamation that it was.

"What the fuck?" You said with a bit more gusto, hands pressing into cheeks. The warmth flooding your body was making you almost nauseous.

You could see your thoughts starting to loop around the athletes body in your handwriting, uniquely light against his complexion. 'Why is he so pretty?' and 'For fucks sake.' being the first two you registered. And then your brain just... exploded.

'I bet his hair is so soft.'

'Do not think about how pretty his eyes are.'

'Since when do high schoolers have arms like that-- fuck!'

"Oh my God, Y/N." The panic and embarassment you were feeling must have been radiating, because Aida snorted out a laugh next to you as you hid your face in your hands.

"If I don't look at him it'll stop, right?" You asked desperately, and the tension from the match was momentarily broken as she cackled.

"I don't think that's how it works." You groaned at her teasing.

"Oi!" Your head jerked up, a screech building in your throat to see Aomine giving you an annoyed look from across the court.

"Can you relax? This is stupid distracting." He gestured vaguely to himself, apparently unbothered as the game carried on around him. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but drag your gaze up and down his form, biting your lower lip.

'It sure fucking is.' He looked down as the words scrawled out on his forearm, barking out a sound that resembled laughter and clearly fighting off a smirk as he rolled his eyes.

"Sorry!" You called out, a little hoarse and he scoffed.

》 Part Two

⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh — TEASER !

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'babygirl shaped,' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

GENRE · fluff, humour, mutual pinning, mini smau

WARNINGS · usual kys / kms jokes

NOTE · hey lol i was bored so im dropping this teaser ??? 😭😭 pls this wont be out until after my exams, i just wanted to post this helpp idk send ask / comment to be on the taglist...the mlist will be out next month . ok bye once again

MASTERLIST ( tbr )

is anyone else so sad and sobbing and crying and in tears and in crisis and weeping

pairing: best friend!jungwon x gn!reader

genre: f2l

word count: 1.2k

warnings: teasing, suggestive

“You’re okay, right? You’re not hurt right?’’

You turn to face the dark haired boy, ignoring the way your heart flutters at his concerned expression. Furrowed brows, a slightly worried pout on his lips that looked so kissable -

You rip your gaze away from his lips, staring into his eyes that you could have sworn lit up slightly.

Fuck, did he notice that?

You brush your hands on your skirt as you stand up, purposely avoiding the hand he had given out for you to hold. You can’t touch him, your face would make your little situation painfully obvious. Broadcasting to the entire world the feelings you're harbouring for the said boy.

“How long dude” you ask, ignoring the way his eyes had flickered with something resembling pain.

“Just under 5 minutes” and you smile, already thinking of what to get for the lunch he has to buy you.

He slyly pushes his hands into his pocket as if they were the intended destination. A smirk places itself on his lips as he sighs “I told you not to run so fast, why do you choose to never listen to me?”

You roll your eyes in response “As if I’d slow down, what? So you could beat me?”. You drag your palms across your knees, pushing off any stubborn dirt that hadn’t yet fallen off. Feeling a finger slip beneath your chin and pushing your head up, you’re met with Jungwon’s eyes again.

“What?” you mumble, too mesmerised by the way the sun had decided to catch his hair. The blue-ish tint peaking through from when you both had dyed each other's hair last week. It was a pain not to become an absolute mess every time his hands had combed through your hair. A smooth chuckle slips out of his lips as you internally groan.

Why does everything he does have to be insanely attractive?

“If you’re so broke you’d rather hurt yourself then pay for my lunch again, why didn’t you say so?”. His words seemed comforting, but you knew Jungwon well enough to recognise the underlying teasing to his tone.

You playfully slap his hand away as you stand back, crossing your arms to give you some time to cool down. “I’m not broke you loser, I just hate losing. There’s a difference.”

“If you hate losing, why did you trip on purpose then?”

You stop your jaw from dropping at the statement. The cool breeze slows to a stop. The previously warm sun becomes too overbearing. Your hands itch to fiddle with the hem of your shirt but you don’t, not wanting to put this flustered state of yours on a megaphone.

You tilt your head to the side, feigning confusion “What do you mean? Why would I trip on purpose?”. Forcing a chuckle out of your lips, praying he doesn’t catch on to how incredibly manufactured it had sounded like.

“Ahaha.” His eye’s bore into yours as he mocked the laugh with a higher pitch than his usual.

Screw him for being so observant.

He walks forward, closing the gap between you, forcing you to look up at him as he pushes a hand through his hair. “I was literally behind you, the way your foot caught on to the other was so unnatural Y/N.”

You take a step back again as you push a hand to his chest “Dude.” You look to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze as you suddenly feel too hot.

“I just suck at running.”

“You’re literally the best on the track team.”

A beat of silence follows, you could've sworn even the birds were mourning the slight part of you that had died at that sentence.

He catches your wrist, as he pulls you closer as you examine his weirdly irritated expression “Why are you so goddamn stubborn Y/N.”

Your eyes flicker between his own as you try to understand his statement. What did he want you to say? Did he know you already liked-

“What do you want me to say? Oh Won ~ I fell over on purpose so you could win because I just love seeing how happy you are when I buy you boba ~ I’m just so ridiculously in love with you “, you place your hand on your forehead, as if you were helplessly in love with the boy.

You were, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know,” He mumbles as you look back at him. “If you had just admitted your feelings like 3 minutes ago like a normal person, we could’ve been kissing right now.”

Now your jaw actually drops, a hand slapping against your mouth in shock. You push yourself out of his grip as you use both hands to fan your heated face. There’s no way, how long did he-

“How long have you known?” , a hint of laughter seeping into your tone at your situation. Of course he figured it out, he’s the smartest guy you know and-

“Uhm, I didn’t.” He sheepishly rubs the side of his jaw, his eyes flickering between your lips to your stunned eyes as if considering something. “But you just admitted it.. So I guess now?”

An exasperated gasp rips out of your chest as you fight to contain the smile threatening to spill across your lips. Pushing his chest, you glare at him indignantly “You sneaky conniving little-”.

Your cursing is cut short as his arm slips around your waist, tugging you towards him engulfing you into a hug. Any small resentment you had felt for the boy for the thing he’d orchestrated melts away as you find yourself hugging back.

He pulls back to scan your rattled expression “Would you like to continue the sentence or can we skip to the make out session?”

Forcing yourself to regain composure, you playfully roll your eyes. Your hand making its way to his tie, tugging him forward as you smile “I say,” you purposely take long, wanting to torture him with the wait.

“Skip.”

His lips crash into yours, a smile swallowed by the kiss as your arms fall into place around his neck. His hands find their way around your waist, as you tilt your head more. You hum as his thumb moves in circles, easing the feeling of electricity flowing through you.

After several moments, you both part for air. Breaths intermingling as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and he mumbles “How long?”. He didn't even need to finish the sentence, feeling yourself burn at his intense focus.

“For about three years.”

“Oh.. so you must really like losing then seeing as I’ve got you beat there as well.”. Your brow cocks up at the insinuation.

“How long?” you question, disbelief filling your chest. The smile you get in response is enough of an answer, suddenly feeling stupid for the many years you were supposedly aimlessly pining after someone you had thought to have no interest in you.

“Again , just under 5.”

a/n: 2/2 ult bias line complete lmfao , am i supposed to make a taglist or ?

send an ask to be a part of my perm taglist <3 AHAHAH i sound so professional

what a handsome flirt

they should’ve been in the barbie movie

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prom for airheads

the struggle of asking your best friend out to prom is very, very real. (or: nishimura riki is the worst wingman around, yang jungwon is at his wit's end, and you have no clue what's going on.)

PAIRING. yang jungwon x fem!reader GENRES. romance, comedy, friends to lovers au, high school au WORDS. 5.0k WARNINGS. profanity, kissing, references to pride and prejudice by jane austen and little women by louisa may alcott

ONE 

It is a widely accepted and well-known fact that you and Yang Jungwon are practically attached at the hip.

It’s also a widely accepted and well-known fact that you and Yang Jungwon are head over heels for each other.

Were both of you too dumb to notice? Absolutely. Did both of you think your crush on the other is unrequited? Hell, yeah. Did it drive the rest of your friends batshit crazy? Of course. Have they tried to set you both up before? Hundreds of times. Were you both too dense to notice their attempts? Well, if you weren’t a pair of lovesick idiots, then you would have gotten together in elementary school.

It doesn’t help that Yang Jungwon has been pestering Nishimura Riki to help him out for weeks now.

Sure, Riki thinks to himself, now that it’s prom season, this loser is running around trying to get me to help him get a goddamn girlfriend.

“Did you just call me a loser?” Jungwon furrows his eyebrows at him.

“Oh, shit, did I say that out loud?” Riki glares at the boy opposite him, no hint of remorse in his face. “Maybe if you weren’t such a chicken, I wouldn’t refer to you as The Stupidest Airhead Around in my head. I even changed your contact number to that.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Jungwon says. “And mean.”

Riki sniffs disdainfully. “Do you want my help with asking Y/N out or not?”

“Yes. Sorry, I’ll shut up now.” Looking mildly chastised, Jungwon glares at the soggy peas on his lunch tray as though they would disintegrate due to his burning gaze.

Riki heaves out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Honestly, he has no clue how to help his friend out. He doesn’t know what you like, what you don’t like, whether you prefer grand, romantic gestures, or whether you want something nice and quiet instead. Of course, the one person who actually knows about your preferences is currently sitting in front of him—but he’s just as clueless as Riki is. Still, asking him is worth a shot.

“Okay,” he begins slowly. Jungwon immediately perks up, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Do you know what kind of romance she likes?”

Jungwon looks stumped, with wide eyes and a mouth comically open. If Riki wasn’t kind of irritated already, he would’ve laughed at him. “Uh—”

“Jungwon, right now I’m seriously questioning how on earth you managed to land the position of class president when you’re this dumb.” Riki takes a sip of his orange juice, chewing on the end of his straw.

“Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be Mister Romantic Guy, or whatever?”

Riki pauses. That’s true, he supposes. He is the school’s resident romance expert—a title he gained by predicting most of their classmates’ current significant others. It was all a complete fluke, of course. There’s no way Riki is actually some kind of professional at giving love advice, but he can definitely see where the nickname came from. (He isn’t about to tell anyone that the only experience he has in the love department comes from watching To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before at least ten times.)

But that doesn’t mean he can read minds—he still doesn’t know what exactly you have in mind when it comes to a promposal.

“Ask her first,” he decides. “Tell me what she likes and then I’ll get back to you.”

Then he pushes his chair back, places his empty orange juice carton on his lunch tray and picks it up before turning around and dumping it in the crate meant for soiled trays.

Riki’s got a lot on his hands, because Yang Jungwon is dense as hell and for all he knows, you might not be much better.

TWO 

Jungwon should not be taking this long to send you a measly text.

In his defence, he has no idea what he’s supposed to text you. Hey, Y/N, I was just wondering what kind of romance you like so that I can ask you out for prom in the most perfect way possible? That sounds dumb even in his head.

He groans, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly. Who knew asking someone out would take so much time and effort? He falls backwards onto his bed, his back hitting the mattress with a thump. Jungwon groans again, holding his phone in front of his face and squinting at the screen. His chat with you is open and the cursor in the empty text box blinks at him.

Oh, fuck it, he thinks. What’s the worst that could happen? You’re still friends; this is nothing more than a message he’s sending you. Besides, you and him have texted much weirder things to each other—like that time you sent him a picture of one of your favourite Thai BL actors posing shirtless and Jungwon replied by saying that he looked like he was about to sneeze. You didn’t talk to him for two weeks after that.

His fingers hover over the keyboard, and before he can overthink more than he already has, he types out a quick, casual message.

[Jungwon]: hey, do you have a sex?

Jungwon bites his lip, cheeks flushing red. Is he so nervous that he can’t even type out a simple three-letter abbreviation of a word correctly? He glares at his phone. Why are the letters x and c so close to each other? Someone should fix that. Thankfully, he hasn’t sent the message yet.

Jungwon shifts, trying to quickly delete the last letter and replace it with the right one. But with one sudden jerk, he drops his phone.

It falls straight onto his face, landing squarely on his nose. Jungwon curses under his breath, rubbing the stinging part and chucking his phone aside. A sudden ping from his phone makes him sit up straight immediately. Horror washes over him, along with an acute sense of mortification.

There’s no way he accidentally sent that message with the typo, right?

Wrong.

Gingerly, he picks up his phone.

[Y/N]: are u ok [Y/N]: do u have a fever or smtg

Jungwon’s cheeks heat up further. God, he’s so clumsy. You’re never going to let him live this down. He can picture you in his head, sitting on the swivel chair by your desk and actually laughing out loud at his typing mistake.

[Jungwon]: ?? unprovoked. all i did was make a typo.

[Y/N]: LMFAO. i want u 2 know that i have screenshotted this and it is now ready for me to use as blackmail material

He groans, running a hand through his hair. 

[Jungwon]: yeah yeah whatever [Jungwon]: are you free right now?

[Y/N]: sure. what’s up?

Jungwon takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly through his nose. How on earth is he supposed to ask you how you want to be asked out to prom? He needs to be sneaky about this—he can’t make it blatantly obvious that he would like you to be his prom date.

[Jungwon]: can i call you?

[Y/N]: yea ok

You pick up almost immediately after he presses the call button next to your contact name. 

“Hey.” Your voice sounds breathy on the phone, like you just jogged up your staircase before answering him. “So. What’s going on?”

“Do you want to watch Pride and Prejudice with me?” Jungwon asks as nonchalantly as he can. 

“Um. Sure, I guess. Why?”

“English Literature. We need to do that book report, remember? I want to write about Pride and Prejudice. I’m just too lazy to read the whole book, so, you know—might as well watch the movie instead.” It’s a big, fat lie—he’s already finished his book report—but Jungwon thinks it’s worth it.

“Cheater,” you say. “I wonder what Mr. Yoon will think, knowing the star of the grade is a sneaky little cheapskate.”

Jungwon rolls his eyes. “It’s not that deep. It’s just a book report.”

“Sure, sure. Is there any specific topic you want to write about?”

Fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, he lies again. “Kind of. I want to write about romance—like, any classic novel which is based on romance.”

You hum. “That’s easy, then. Literally all classic novels are about romance. Except maybe Charles Dickens’ stuff.”

“Yeah,” Jungwon says, “which is why Pride and Prejudice is a really good choice. You can never go wrong with Jane Austen.”

“Yes, but won’t everyone think the same and go with Jane Austen too?” you say contemplatively. “You need something that would stand out.”

He sucks on a tooth, a triumphant grin forming on his lips. “Any ideas?”

“How about Little Women by Louisa May Alcott?” you suggest. “I know it’s not mainly about romance, but I think Jo and Laurie’s falling out and Amy and Laurie making up is really sweet. That bit mainly happens in Good Wives, but I think that’s just a technicality.” After a pause, you add, “I mean, not that bit about Jo and Laurie falling out; that sucks.”

Jungwon chuckles. “Yeah, I get what you mean.”

“I think it’s pretty cool that Laurie finally realises Amy’s the one for him, after all those years of her pining over him.”

Jungwon stills, thinking over your words. It almost feels as though you described his feelings towards you in one sentence. He’s liked you since middle school, and with high school almost coming to an end now that both of you are in your senior year, he figures it’s a pretty long time. 

“Okay,” he says softly. “I’ll do Little Women.”

“Okay.” Your voice is soft too.

THREE

“Quiet stuff,” Jungwon tells Riki decidedly, the next day. “She likes quiet, romantic gestures. Nothing big or fancy.”

“Wow,” Riki says, highlighting a word in his notebook with neon yellow. It hurts Jungwon’s eyes, but Riki claims it helps him remember. “How did you find out?”

“I just know.”

The other boy pauses for a moment, staring at Jungwon. Then he nods, seemingly impressed. “You sure seem to know a lot about Y/N.”

“She’s my best friend,” Jungwon says.

“Sure. Which is why you need my help to ask her out. Since, y’know, she’s your best friend and all.”

He rolls his eyes at Riki’s sarcasm, before leaning forward on his elbows. The library is pretty empty at this time, but Jungwon doesn’t want to break the silence by talking unnecessarily loudly. “So what should I do?”

His friend huffs and wrinkles his nose. “Flowers,” he says after a moment. 

“Really? Isn’t that… a bit cliché?”

“Like you would know, casanova,” Riki snorts. “Would you rather grab a bunch of bananas and write ‘I’m bananas for you, go to prom with me?’ on them with a Sharpie and give it to Y/N?”

Jungwon cringes. “Okay, okay. I get what you mean.” He sighs, staring down at the mahogany table and tracing stars on the worn-out wood. “But I want to be more original, you know what I mean? Flowers are nice but too overused.”

“Okay.” Riki taps his finger on the table. “I’m out of ideas. What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Jungwon begins slowly, attempting his best oh-thou-art-my-saviour expression and aiming it at Riki, “I was hoping you could distract her tomorrow, while you, me, Y/N, and Sunoo try to get the gymnasium ready for the decoration team. Just, sort of keep her occupied while I try to figure something out.”

Riki narrows his eyes. “Are you planning to seduce her while I’m talking to her? ‘Cause that’s a really shitty plan, even for you, Yang. And more importantly, what do I get in return?”

“No,” Jungwon hisses, cheeks burning. “I’m not going to seduce her, don’t be dumb. And I’ll give you free passes to the basketball regionals next month. I know you’ve been wanting to diss the opposing team ever since they beat you and our soccer team last year.”

“Fine. But I want two passes. Jake’s been really antsy about it, too.”

“Done.” Jungwon holds his hand out, and Riki shakes it with his. “Thank you, Riki.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves him away, uncapping his obnoxiously bright yellow highlighter again. “Go get your girl.”

Jungwon smiles. He certainly plans to.

FOUR

There’s a God-awful stench in the gymnasium.

You, Jungwon, Riki, and another friend of yours, Kim Sunoo, stand at the entrance, bags hanging loosely off your shoulders and identical expressions of disgust on your faces.

The gymnasium is more or less a huge rectangle on the first floor of your school building. Rough wooden floors and cream-coloured cement walls make the place appear like the inside of a cardboard box. It isn’t used much—Coach Kim prefers to take P.E classes in the large turf outside. Only occasionally, for events such as prom or Graduation Day, the school administration decides to host its guests in the gym, which is why Jungwon needs to clear it out by next week.

“Okay, it smells like someone just farted,” you say. 

“Wasn’t me,” Jungwon comments off-handedly. He is the first one to brave the gymnasium, dropping his bag next to the door and striding inwards while bringing a hand up to pinch his nose.

“They say that the one who smelt it, dealt it,” Riki says, glancing suspiciously at you.

“They also say that the one who denied it, supplied it,” you retort. Riki’s suspicious gaze immediately averts to Jungwon, who’s busy peering into a box placed at a corner of the room.

Sunoo drops his bag on the floor and takes a cautious step inside. “I think I know where it’s coming from. Coach Kim sometimes leaves his used shirts in that box over there.” He points at the box Jungwon is occupied with. 

Jungwon picks up a dirty, orange gym shirt from inside the box, wrinkling his nose and holding it as far away from his body as his fully-stretched arms would allow. You place your bag next to his and walk to him. Behind you, Riki follows you.

“How long has that even been here?” Riki asks.

Sunoo shrugs, standing by the corner opposite Jungwon. He’s sticking so close to the wall, it looks as though someone applied permanent glue all over his back and pressed him against the cement surface. “Days, weeks, maybe even years. Who knows? No wonder no one uses the gym.”

You step closer to Jungwon, and immediately regret it. The stench wafts around you, making you clap your hand to your nose and mouth. “Gross. I’m not touching that.”

“Lucky for you, you’re not the one holding it.” Jungwon flashes a sour look at you, and you give him an apologetic smile. “Sunoo,” he calls out. “Can you take this to the incinerator? Riki, Y/N and I will get started on moving all the yoga mats.”

Sunoo whines, “Why me?” But he peels himself off the wall anyway and takes the shirt from Jungwon, tilting his head away from it.

“Thanks.” Jungwon smiles gratefully at him.

You look at all the yoga mats strewn around the wooden floor. Dust and old balls of hair stick to each one of the faded rubber mats. You place your hands on your waist; you have a lot of work cut out for you.

“Okay,” Jungwon says, “Let’s get started. Riki, you and Y/N start moving the mats to the corner. I’ll get the broom so we can clean things up a bit.”

You smile at him. Jungwon’s leadership skills are no joke—there’s a reason he was elected class president, after all. He has a way of getting things done without seeming bossy or rude. He values everyone’s opinion and doesn’t make anyone feel bad about themselves.  

He is kind, compassionate and caring, and makes people comfortable around him. Being his best friend for over ten years has only made you appreciate him more and more with each passing day. And eventually, that appreciation turned into a crush, which you’ve been harbouring for a long, long time. You only hope that someday, he sees you the way you see him. Just like how Laurie finally looked at Amy.

Jungwon slips away, heading downstairs to the janitor’s closet, just as Sunoo appears again, hands devoid of Coach Kim’s smelly shirt. You and Riki exchange smiles, and Sunoo joins you two, brushing his hands on his pants.

FIVE 

When Jungwon enters the gymnasium again, broom and dustpan in hand, the first thing he sees is you laughing at something Nishimura Riki said. 

He feels something flare up in his chest—a tiny prick of something sharp that makes him grip the broom tighter. This is stupid, he tells himself. You asked Riki to play wingman for you.

He sees Sunoo standing a bit away, hands on his hips and lips pursed as he observes the pile of mats the three of you had cleared. Jungwon walks over to him.

Sunoo brightens as soon as he sees him. “Hey, Jungwon. What do we do with these?”

“Uh, I think we can roll them up and take them to the storage room sometime later. Right now—” he hefts the broom and the dustpan— “we need to clean this whole place up.”

“Got it.” Sunoo nods. “Hey, why don’t Riki and I take the mats down while you and Y/N clean up? Things will get done faster that way.”

“Sure. I’ll call Riki over and tell him.” Jungwon smiles gratefully at his friend, before walking over to you and Riki. 

You grin at him as soon as you see him approaching, and Jungwon’s heart lifts like a hot-air balloon. “Hello, Yang,” you greet him. “Finally back with the broom, I see.”

“Very funny,” he deadpans, letting the broom drop down on the floor by his feet. He jerks his thumb backwards. “Riki, Sunoo needs your help.”

Riki mock-salutes, flashing you a smile before heading over to Sunoo. You pick up the broom. “I take it I need to help you clean, right?”

Jungwon nods. “Do you want the broom or the dustpan?”

“I’ll start off with the broom,” you offer. “We can take turns.” You move to a corner of the gym, wasting no time in sweeping the place to the best of your abilities. 

Jungwon folds his arms and waits for you to collect a sizable amount of dust before leaning down and holding the dustpan for you to sweep everything in. It’s only then that he notices the tight grip you have on the handle, and the slight hunch of your shoulders. He frowns worriedly.

“Y/N?” he says. “Is everything okay?”

You glance at him with mild surprise, moving over to another area and starting to sweep. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t everything be fine?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Other than the fact that you look like you’re about to break the broom with nothing but brute force?”

You purse your lips and straighten up, loosening your hold on the broom’s handle. Jungwon offers a hand, ready to take the broom from you and give you a break. 

When you make no move to hand it to him, his eyes crease with concern. “Hey, seriously—what’s wrong?”

You hesitate before admitting, “I think Riki is going to ask me out to prom.”

A sudden chill washes over Jungwon, and he can feel it deep inside his chest. He stills, blood pounding in his ears and his heart racing like he just took part in a track and field race. 

“What—” he swallows— “what makes you think that?”

“It’s just—I’m probably overthinking it, I don’t know—but he seemed really into me, you know?” Your gaze drops to your shoes. “He was coming onto me pretty strong when you left. He used, like, three pickup lines on me, I think. They were all really bad, too.”

That little piece of shit, Jungwon curses in his head. He should’ve known better than to trust that sly little imbecile to butter you up for his promposal. 

(Admittedly, Jungwon still doesn’t have a concrete plan, but he was thinking of taking you to your favourite ice cream parlour after school and popping the question over a shared chocolate chip sundae—assuming he worked up enough nerve by then, that is.)

Instead, he says, “W-wow. I can’t believe it.” Can’t believe he’s hitting on you when he knows I have a crush on you, he wants to add.

You chuckle nervously, pushing a flyaway strand of hair away from your eyes. “Me neither, honestly. I feel bad now, because I have to turn him down.”

“Why’s that?” he asks, pushing down the jealousy that threatens to creep into his throat.

“There’s someone else I would like to go to prom with, if I had the chance,” you explain shyly.

“Oh,” is all Jungwon can say. A million thoughts start whirring inside his head. What if you didn’t want to go with him? What if someone—the person you wanted to go with—asked you first and you said yes? What if—

Riki and Sunoo saunter back in, having hauled all the yoga mats to the storage room. Jungwon narrows his eyes.

“Give me a sec,” he tells you.

SIX 

It wasn’t that hard to corner Nishimura Riki after all. All Jungwon had to do was ask Sunoo and you to check if there were any spare buckets and mops in the janitor’s closet and if there were, to fill the buckets up with water so you could mop the place.

Once you and the other boy exit, Jungwon advances on his friend menacingly. Riki—clearly noticing the sudden tension in the air—gulps and takes a step back.

“Hey, what’s with that face?” Riki tries to mask his sudden fear with light-heartedness. “I spoke to Y/N while you were getting the broom. She totally thinks you’re going to ask her out, by the way; you should thank me.”

Truthfully, he has no clue what he’s done wrong. But the best solution to everything is to play dumb, so that’s exactly what he does.

“Oh, really?” Jungwon’s face is eerily calm. “You’ve got her convinced, I’d say.”

“Y-yeah, I guess. I mean, I wouldn’t put it that way, but—”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he interrupts. 

Riki takes another step back, raising his palms placatingly. He opens his mouth, but upon seeing the way Jungwon’s eyes flash, no words come out.

“You’ve got her convinced that you’re going to ask her out to prom instead of me, idiot!”

The words tumble out of Jungwon’s mouth, heavy and scalding. He’s pissed off—rightfully so, seeing as the self-proclaimed “love expert” knows jack-shit about romance. Riki could give the trolls from Frozen a run for their money.

For once, Nishimura Riki is speechless. He closes his mouth, and then opens it, but closes it again. Jungwon gives up the tough boy act, letting his shoulders slump down and his head hang.

“For once,” he mumbles, “I thought shit would go the right way for me and Y/N. The way I’ve always wanted it to, at least.”

A twinge of guilt makes the other boy’s eyes widen with sympathy. Riki messed up—big-time—and now there’s no choice but for him to fix it. 

“You can tell Y/N I have no intention of going to prom with her,” he says. “I already have a date.”

Jungwon’s head shoots up. “You do?! You never told me.”

“That’s because I asked him five minutes ago.”

“That’s awesome, Riki.” Jungwon gives him a genuine smile, though his eyes betray his disappointment. “I’m really happy for you, you deserve—wait, him?”

“Yeah. I asked Sunoo if he wanted to go with me as friends. Neither of us could find a date, so we just decided to go together. The other option was going with my mom.”

“Oh. Good for you, then.”

“Maybe, but right now, we’re talking about you and your love life—”

“Which you screwed up for me.”

“—which is currently a wreck,” the boy finishes, disregarding Jungwon’s interruption. “Leave it up to me, Jungwon. I’ll fix this.”

Jungwon raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “You really expect me to believe that?”

“No,” he admits, “but I swear I will fix this. I’m sorry I screwed up.”

The other boy pauses and considers, carefully observing Riki. Finally, he nods. “Fine, I believe you. Besides, if you screw up again, I’ll just revoke your basketball tickets.”

Riki blanches, and Jungwon lets his lips curl up with the taste of sweet, sweet victory.

SEVEN 

Riki shepherds you and Jungwon into an empty classroom, opening the door for you and shoving Jungwon in when he looked quizzically at the boy. Calm down, he mouths. It does absolutely nothing to calm Jungwon down; his eyes widen comically.

“Okay, impromptu meeting.” Riki claps his hands, a slow, sly grin spreading on his lips. You open your mouth to say something, but Riki doesn’t let you speak. “And by that, I mean you two are going to talk.”

Jungwon starts, “This is how you plan to fix—”

Riki slams the door shut, twisting the doorknob from outside. You hear a click. Jungwon looks at you, huffing out a breath exasperatedly. You tilt your head, extremely confused. “Why did he lock us in?”

“Beats me.” But he sounds resigned, as though he already knows what’s going to happen. It does nothing to ease your bewilderment.

“Okay, listen up!” Riki calls from outside. “I don’t have much time because I need to get all of this out before Sunoo comes back from the restroom. Y/N, I’m sorry I had to lock you up, but Jungwon’s a real airhead, so I’m doing his job for him.”

(Jungwon rolls his eyes at that, but for some reason, doesn’t meet your eyes. You lean back on a desk, crossing your arms and trying to figure out what, exactly, Nishimura Riki is playing at.)

Riki continues, “Yes, people consider me the all-knowing expert on love, but the truth is, every single couple I predicted was just a wild guess—it helped my reputation if they got together, but there was no science or anything behind it.”

(You nod. It’s such an obvious fact that you’re surprised no one’s ever noticed it before. Jungwon shrinks into himself, head down and arms wrapped around himself. You wonder what he’s thinking.)

“But if there’s one couple that I am sure about—” He pauses. “Let’s just say they’re meant to be, and everyone knows it. And… I would be a real fucking idiot if I didn’t try my best with them.”

(You feel your heart burst into a million golden pieces, in a way that fills you with joy and hope and nervousness all at once. You stare, dumbfounded, at your best friend, willing your heart to piece itself back together. It doesn’t work; you’re not sure you want it to. Jungwon slowly glances up, but just as quickly, he moves his gaze down again.)

“Y/N, Jungwon really likes you. He’s liked you for a long, long time. He wants to go to prom with you.”

(If happiness could be personified, you would be its personification.)

You hear the shuffling of footsteps and deduce that Riki has left—presumably to give you two some privacy. And for you and Jungwon to talk, because you still need to clear the air between you both. (You also want to hear him say he likes you; a bit self-indulgent, you suppose, but people have dreams.)

“Is it true?” you ask, trying your best to appear nonchalant, as though you haven’t just found out the love of your fucking life likes you back.

Jungwon still doesn’t meet your gaze. “Yeah,” he mumbles, so softly, you need to strain your ears to hear him over the deafening silence.

Boldly, you take a step towards him. And another, and one more, until your knees bump against his. 

“Yang Jungwon,” you say—and your closeness forces him to look at you— “you are an absolute idiot.”

He swallows. “I know. Look, I’m sorry, okay? You don’t have to say anything, you don’t have to reciprocate my feelings or anything. I’m fine with being just friends, because I would rather be something for you than nothing at all, and—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his.

When you pull away—just a peck would suffice, you think—his eyes are wide. “Oh, my God,” he squeaks, “you just kissed me.”

You giggle, endeared by his sudden shyness. “It appears so.”

He pulls you close, fingers encircling your wrist and his other hand resting on your waist. “Can I do it again?”

“Later,” you promise. “Right now… we need to talk.”

Jungwon nods. “Well, what’s there to say? I’ve liked you since middle school.”

“I’ve liked you since the eighth grade,” you confess. “It was so painful, thinking you didn’t like me back. You are the one I want to go to prom with, by the way. And my favourite book is Little Women because I could relate to Amy so much.” You let out an embarrassed laugh. “I felt like I was her, waiting for Laurie to look at her the way he looked at Jo.”

He sucks in a breath. “Maybe if you’d opened your eyes a little wider, you would know that I’ve been looking at you that way all along.”

You smile, letting his words seep into your heart and engrave themselves into your soul. He smiles back, squeezing your hand.

“We should probably thank Riki afterwards,” you say. “I bet he’s really happy that one of his couples didn’t turn out to be a fluke.”

“Later,” Jungwon says, echoing your words. His eyes flicker to your lips and back. “I just really wanna kiss you right now.”

“So,” you challenge him, “do it.”

Jungwon leans forward and captures your lips with his, his mouth moving gently against yours. You bring your hands up and place them around his neck, carding your fingers through the hair against the nape of his neck. Time seems to still, and you and Jungwon appear to move in slow-motion.

When he pulls away, he knocks his forehead against yours, smiling widely. “Go to prom with me?”

Your answer is on the tip of your tongue. “Of course.”

Jungwon’s heart swells, and he swoops in and kisses you again. Riki may be right; he may be an airhead when it comes to romance sometimes, but right now, Jungwon feels like he’s on top of the world. 

how does this app work ive only been reading the same stuff for like a month now

are you mine? – lee heeseung

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pairing: academic rival/secret best friend heeseung x afab reader (feat nct best friend sungchan)

genre: angst, more so suggestive than smuttish, but does have a start of a smut scene at the end (mdni)

plot: heeseung loved to taunt you every day, reminding you he was better than you. little did you know, that was just his pathetic way of trying to win you over

warnings: heeseung was an idiot and did childish things to 'flirt', heeseung kind of cornered reader into dating him but it was also consensual, swearing, start of a smut scene but i cut it off oops.

wc: 2543

Lee Heeseung walked the halls of the campus like he owned the whole fucking world, and you hated it with a burning passion.

You hated him with a burning passion.

His face was dumb, his smiles were dumb, his soft yet cheerful greetings were dumb, his lingering hands on your arm when he called for your attention was dumb.

You just wanted to punch him in the face sometimes.

Sure, he was hot—insanely so. He was smart, athletic, good at everything he did. But he wasn’t the king of the world or anything—though he sure liked to act like he was.

His follower count on social media baffled you, you refused to become one of the numbers that stalked his every post and commented thirst all over his photos. You refused to join the crowd.

That didn’t mean you didn’t secretly ogle his photos.

And sometimes, he even shared a lowkey photo of you claiming he was in mad love. You thought he was just using you to get the women in his DMs to back off, but little did you know…

Ever since you were a kid, you were always second place next to Heeseung. He followed you everywhere, just to taunt you and rub that simple fact into your face. Anyone would think he was following you because he was beyond whipped over you, but the whispers he shared into your ears were often taunts of you not being good enough to beat him, not good enough to ever be on top of him, not secret sweet confessions like everyone thought.

You weren’t the only enemy Lee Heeseung had.

Everyone knew there was another student that was second in town, Sungchan. He always pushed you down to third place, but you were okay with the fact it was him. Sungchan didn’t make you feel angry butterflies. His smile calmed you, and he often made you laugh instead of feel fury.

Despite going to sister schools and not sharing any classes growing up, you had become friends with Sungchan through some after school classes you both attended. Dare you say it, he was your best friend.

When all three of you began university, you were beyond happy to be in all the same classes as Sungchan. It just sucked that Heeseung was also in your classes. At least he left you alone.

Sungchan had become more like a brother figure, a best friend, compare to the crush you expected it to turn out to be. When you were a kid, you expected to fall madly in love with Sungchan and you would get your happy ever after with him. But that was far from the case.

You both enjoyed being with one another, but there was no semblance of romance in sight. That, and the fact Sungchan had been in love and dating the same girl from the age of 13.

Sungchan walked you out of class and pulled you aside, chewing at his bottom lip with anxiety. “I think I’m really going to do it, I’m going to propose to her.”

“While I think you’re still way too young to be getting married,” You began, having been through this conversation many times in recent months. You turned around, landing your back against the wall as you watched Sungchan’s reactions. “You’ve been together for so long and it’s clear you’re each other’s soulmates. I wish you all my luck.”

Sungchan’s anxious frown turned into a wide smile, his eyes even glossing over. He jumped in his spot and took a breath to try and clear the fog in his brain. “You’re my number one hype man, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend,” Sungchan complimented you.

You grabbed his cheeks with your hand and pulled his head down a little too aggressive. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then tapped his cheek with your fingers. “Go get yourself that wife,” You joked with a wide smile.

Sungchan turned and almost ran down the hallway, tripping on the way. You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. He was so happy, and that made you happy. You silently made a reminder to text him later that night for all the details before you pushed yourself off the wall and turned, only to come face-to-chest with an unknown person.

“Oh, sorry-“ You began, but your happiness dimmed as you looked up at Heeseung. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “How long have you been standing here for?”

“Long enough to see you making fuck me eyes at Sungchan,” He muttered, sounding a little jealous almost. You rolled your eyes, but pushed the angry butterflies in your stomach aside. You felt butterflies for this man only, and it made you hate him more.

“I was not making fuck me eyes at him, thank you very much. Not that it’s any of your business,” You snapped. As you looked up at him, your chin almost rested on his chest. You craved to hold him closer, but you knew you had no right to touch him.

“Of course it’s my business, you’re my fucking girlfriend,” Heeseung snapped, causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to fall open.

“Um, since when?” You asked. Heeseung looked enraged by your response, his hand grabbing your cheeks just as you had done to Sungchan.

“What do you mean ‘since when’? Since we were kids, maybe. You were always at my house and we spent all of our time together, and you’re only now telling me you were never my girlfriend?”

You couldn’t held but laugh, only causing Heeseung’s eyes to turn into a cold stare as his hand gripped your cheeks tighter, pushing your lips out at the action. “That doesn’t mean we were dating, you know.”

‘Oh yeah? Then why did you sleep over almost every weekend and hug me in your sleep? Why did we go on almost weekly dates?” Heeseung defended the relationship you didn’t even know you was in.

“Dates? Wait, you think us going to the library to study was us going on dates? Come on man, do better. If you’re in love with me then just admit it,” You joked, your hands coming to hold his wrist but you made no effort to push his hand away.

“I’m madly in fucking love with you,” He stated, his voice a little too calm in contrast to the butterflies rumbling in your stomach, trying to get out.

“Excuse me?” You asked, your tone sounded a little too snappy and angry, the opposite of what you intended.

“Enough of your attitude,” Heeseung whispered before he pulled your face to his, his lips pressing against yours gently. Your eyes widened at first, but then your hands let go of his wrist to wrap around his neck to kiss him back.

Heeseung smiled against your lips at the action and turned his head to check his watch before he mumbled, “I’m meant to be in gym right now.”

“Well how about your kind of girlfriend follows you and watches your basketball training for once, yeah?” You asked, Heeseung nodding his head a little too enthusiastically. You didn’t know why you just decided to hop right into the role of his girlfriend from seemingly hating him, but a part of you burned for him. His existence in your life was daily, and you couldn’t bare the idea of parting.

Heeseung let go of your cheeks and laced his hand down, his fingers tangling between yours before he said nothing further and walked with you to the downstairs gym. He had his own little plan, knowing no one would be there for some hours. He thought he was ingenious.

Heeseung had always seen you as his girlfriend. He fell in love with you at first sight as a kid, sharing his paints with you and trying to help you hold your paintbrush at a better angle. He took on most of the project when you were paired up in class, not even asking you to do any work. He walked you home almost every day. He looked at the crowd of his every basketball match, only to feel sadness when he didn’t find your face cheering him on.

He personally thought you were a shit girlfriend, but he loved you with ever fibre of his being so he couldn’t just let you go. He even bragged to the whole world about you, that was why he shared your semi-photos of social media. His friends even deemed you a bad girlfriend, but he still defended your every action.

Heeseung reached the door to lead to the locker room and turned to you with a wide smile. You went to pull your hand away so he could go inside, but instead you let out a gasp when he pulled you in, then into a private changing room. He locked the door behind him, pushing you to sit on the bench.

You looked at him with wide and surprised eyes, watching as he slipped his bag from his shoulder onto the floor by the door. He looked to the right and smirked. “I’m going to have a quick shower since I was working out this morning. I want you to sit front row so it’s easier to wait here so I can show you the quick way to the best seats, yeah?”

You laughed, leaning your head back against the wall. “Wow, you demand I’m your girlfriend and try to fuck me all in the same day.” You caught onto his plot quite quick, but you made no effort to leave. If you wanted to, he would have gladly just saved seeing you for later.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs for support. “It’s not my fault you forgot we were dating.”

“You never asked me,” You snapped, lifting your head to stare into his eyes. The way he raised an eyebrow made the butterflies fight once again. Your hands came to the sides of his jaw, holding his face in your hands. You felt drunk just from his looks.

“Of course I did, and you said ‘yeah, sure,’ so you’re all mine and I would appreciate it if you’d stop flirting with Sungchan,” Heeseung stated, his hands moving their way up your thighs to your hips, his touch gentle but behind his eyes, there was a dark look.

You couldn’t remember the day as you were so lost reading on your phone, how did he expect you to remember? He remembered the feeling of his skin becoming hot and his hands sweaty when he asked. The memory was engraved in his brain for the rest of time.

“Sungchan is literally about to go propose to his girlfriend so I can assure you, I do not flirt with him,” You stated, shaking Heeseung’s face in your hands.

Heeseung smiles wide and then pouted his lips. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bench so your lips could meet his again. At first the kiss was gently, but Heeseung soon became needy and began to use his tongue and teeth into the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip to try and heat up the make out session.

You weren’t sure how to react, your brain hazy. You hated him, but you also really, really liked him. He was perfect in every way, despite the daily taunts of him being better than you. You didn’t know that was just his lame way of flirt, and made a reminder to show your boyfriend how to really flirt with a girl when you weren’t so needy to be against one another’s bare skin.

Your hands moved from his jaw back to lock around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Heeseung smiled against your lips before one of his hands wrapped around your waist, then he grabbed the zip of your pants and he pulled it down. The action caused your pants to fall down a bit, you gasping against his lips. “What are you doing?”

Heeseung laughed and pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “Sorry, I got a little too caught up. I just want to touch you and make everyone know you’re mine. Mark up the pretty skin on your neck, make you scream my name…”

Heeseung’s words drifted off as he became lost in his own perverted thoughts. Your cheeks became hot and you used one hand to fan at your face and neck, trying not to turn into a fit of nervous giggles.

You laughed and pulled back from him. Heeseung expected you to reject his offer, but God, he had no idea how much you had been dreaming of touching him beyond his face and arms. The parts of you that hated, really only hated that you thought he didn’t care about you. When you found out the truth, of course your whole body became crazed.

You grabbed the edge of your jumper and pulled it off, revealing you were wearing no undershirt or bra. Heeseung’s eyes bulged out of his head for a second before he smirked, his hands coming to your chest as his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, eliciting a moan from you.

“Oh no, is my pretty baby already needy for me?” Heeseung pouted, his thumbs flicking slow, then fast. You raised your hips, leaning your head back as you let out deep breaths. Heeseung took the hint, his hands pushing down your pants. He gripped your ass halfway down, then smirked to himself before he pushed the pants down to your knees.

You let out a gasp as his actions, but couldn’t hold back your laugh. “For someone who was always mean to their girlfriend, you’re sure acting real nice to me right now. Is it just because you’re going to be getting something out of this?”

Heeseung pouted and shook his head in denial. “Of course not, can’t I just treat my pretty girlfriend nice for once?”

Your rolled your eyes but nodded with a smile. Heeseung rushed to push your panties aside, no smart remarks coming from him for once. You were unsure how to react, but decided to just go along with it.

Neither you nor him ever dated anyone else and he was right, you did sleep over his every weekend after studying together. He was a secret best friend, one who tried to push your buttons.

He didn’t seem to comment on the fact when you sleep in his bed, you made sure to push your whole body against his in an attempt to get his attention. If he did notice, then he sure held some strong restraints against your seduction attempts.

You weren’t sure how Sungchan would react to you dating his academic rival, but decided it better to push the worry aside. That was something you could deal with at a later time.

Heeseung instantly dove his face between your legs, tongue out and ready to give you all the pleasure you wanted. His tongue pressed flat against your clit, and you let out a little shriek for the new yet exciting feeling.

better boyfriend – park sunghoon

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pairing: fashion student sunghoon x afab reader (feat. sports major heeseung)

genre: angst, more suggestive (mdni)

plot: you find sports major heeseung hot, but your best friend sunghoon isn't too happy with the idea of losing you.

warnings: reader likes heeseung but not really just finds him hot, sunghoon is a little jealous, use of the nickname brat, sunghoon is hinted at being a dom, mild grinding over the clothes. another one that is more suggestive than smutty, sorry not sorry. full on smut is coming i just like to tease myself with suggestive writing.

wc: 1747

Park Sunghoon hated the way you stared at Lee Heeseung as he played football outside. You were both fashion students, and you were both seated beside one another at the only available window in the classroom. You found it the perfect chance to ogle the famed and extremely handsome sports major.

Sunghoon grabbed the edge of your chair and pulled you closer to him, further away from the window. He scowled. He had been waiting years for you to look at him that way, but you never spared him a second glance half the time.

Or so he thought.

In the dark of movie theatres, or between gaps in conversations where he gave another one of your friends his full attention to discuss their opinions—that was when you stared at him in the same way, if not with more burning passion behind your eyes.

You turned your head rapidly to stare at Sunghoon with a glare at the sudden movement, but he kept his head forward as if he was laser focused on every word your tutor said. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked, especially since he had dyed his hair back to its original colour as of recent weeks.

You bit the inside of your cheek. No, you refused to think about Sunghoon out of all people in that way. He was… Sunghoon. Sweet, kind, friendly Sunghoon. But you did think about him that way. When your hand slipped down your body at night, it was his name you chanted in your mind like a mantra.

“Stop staring at me,” He whispered through gritted teeth. Your cheeks burned hot to the touch at his words of catching you out, and you wanted to reach a hand out to slap him.

“Me? Staring? At you?” You scoffed, but the waver in your voice gave you away. “As if. In your dreams, Park,” You snapped, Sunghoon finally turning his head to look into your eyes.

“Baby, trust me, you don’t want to know what I do to you in my dreams,” He sounded serious, not even a lift of a corner of his lips.

You felt your body get impossibly hotter if you even thought that human feasible, only just realising how close your faces were due to his previous actions on your chair when you felt his breath fan your face. You gasped and snapped your head to the front of the class, acting as if you had been paying attention the whole time.

Sunghoon’s lip finally turned up at the corner into a smirk, turning his own head to watch the tutor while his arm rested lazily over the back of your chair.

***

“Stand still,” Sunghoon snapped, his hand slapping your thigh lightly. You groaned and tried not to wiggle, but you felt like your legs were becoming jelly.

“How much longer do I have to stand here?” You asked, staring down at him as he tried to pin the two pieces of material together. He reached the bottom of your leg and then nodded, pushing back on his swivel chair to admire his work in full.

You couldn’t help but notice though that even over the fabric, you felt his touch linger as if it broke his heart to pull away from you. You tried to compose yourself the best you could. You couldn’t give into your intrusive thoughts, not when you weren’t sure about his feelings for you.

Sunghoon stared at the two toned pants, chewing the pen in his hand before he let out a loud, long sigh. You groaned at his response, holding onto the wall beside you for dear life. “They look fine, for fuck sake, please get this off me so I can sit down. This has been going on for hours.”

Sunghoon stared up at you, his eyes a little hard. “If your legs give in this easy from just standing in place, then how will you handle having sex? Bet you’re the type to get cramp after a minute or something.”

You slapped the top of his head, Sunghoon yelling out a ‘hey’ in response. His hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, his chin coming to rest on your stomach. You stared down at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“What was that for?” He asked, his lips pouted.

“That was for insulting my stamina, asshole,” You snapped, but the smile you made betrayed your faux anger.

Sunghoon nuzzled his chin more into you, lazily smiling as his hands rubbed the backs of your thighs. “Shall we get out of these. Maybe then you can show me just how much stamina you actually have?”

“Is that a dare?” You asked, your hand coming down to push the fallen hair back out of his face.

Sunghoon shook his head. He hummed, and turned his head to one side. “See it as a confession of sorts. Not a proper one, obviously. I need to prepare better for that.”

“A confession?” You choked out, letting out a huff of a breathy laugh. “Don’t joke with me like that Sunghoon.”

His smile dropped, his face serious. His fingers dug a little too hard into the backs of your thighs. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You sucked in a breath, trying to squirm away from Sunghoon. You almost fell backwards off the black wooden box he situated you on, but his hands were swift to protect you from any harm.

He said no more as he pulled his body away from yours, his delicate fingers pulling out the pins and placing them in a cushion beside him. Once the whole front side was separated from the back, the material fell from your legs in a puddle and you felt exposed, vulnerable.

Being the gentleman he was, Sunghoon turned away from you and for extra measure, he closed his eyes. You could see it all in the mirror situated before you both. You bit the inside of your cheek, deciding it best to shoot your shot now only to be told it was a joke rather than wait and get rejected later on.

You climbed off the box and made your way to his chair, walking around. You rest your hands on his shoulders and straddled is lap. Still, he kept his eyes closed.

“You can open your eyes,” You whispered.

In an instant, they flickered opened. You felt your heart beat rise, and his fingers ghosted over your hips. You wanted to sit down further against him, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his plush lips.

But could you really cross that boundary? Risk your friendship that way?

A part of you begged to cross the boundary, while another feared losing him.

You listened to the former thoughts finding the risks outweighing the fear of him finding someone else.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to gently hold his jaw, your eyes locked in on his lips. You parted yours, begging for him to touch you, show you somehow it was okay for you to be like this with him.

“What are you doing, my pretty girl? Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” He asked, gulping ever so slightly. His hands had the opposite reaction, they acted confident as his thumbs rubbed at your bare skin just under the hem of your shirt.

You shifted on his lap and mumbled, “I don’t like Heeseung. He’s hot, sure, but… I don’t like him,” You mumbled, one of your hands moving around his head to his hair. Your fingers gently raked his scalp, Sunghoon closing his eyes and humming in response.

“And who do you like?” He asked quietly, his hands squeezing your sides ever so slightly.

You lead down enough so your lips could ghost over his, joking, “That actor Lee Jongsuk.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flew open, his stare hard. He moved his hands to your ass, gripping roughly as he held onto you and stood from the chair. “I dare you to say that again.”

You hummed, smirking. “Aw, is my little baby Sunghoon scared of losing me?”

Sunghoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t test me, pretty girl. I’m only going easy on you because you’re not officially mine. The second you admit you’re madly in love with me, your ass is going to be on fire from my spanking because you’re being a little brat.”

You giggled and pecked his lips, pulling away. At first, he tried to chase after your lips, but you stopped himself. “Say it, tell me you’re mine.”

You faux pouted, pressing your pout against his lips for a brief second once again. “Why don’t you want to share me?”

“Because I don’t like to share what’s mine,” He stated a little too harsh, causing you to rush out a babble of promises that it was him you liked, and you belonged to him only alongside a mess of a confession about your true feelings for him.

Sunghoon smirked, one of his hands landing a soft spank on your ass. “Good girl,” He compliment before he navigated his way to the other side of his room to rest you on his bed. He instantly slotted himself between your legs, pressing his crotch hard against yours. His sweatpants were the thin kind, causing you to feel the curves of his cock pressed into the thin material of your underwear.

He teasingly ground into you, smirking as his lips ghosted over yours. “Fuck,” You whispered, your lips chasing after his but he just pulled back. “Don’t tease me, please,” you pouted.

Sunghoon didn’t want to give in, he for sure wanted to fuck you as hard as he could so he was engraved in your brain, in your veins. But he wanted to also show you just how much he could treat you better, make you feel real good. So he decided not to go for the rough route…

For that night at least.

Sunghoon pecked your lips several times before he finally fully pressed his lips to yours, moving slowly. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and full of hidden love. Sunghoon parted his lips into the kiss, his tongue playfully poking at your bottom lip. His hips ground into yours, trying to elicit a pretty moan from you.

As if right on cue, you made the sound he was dying to hear. He rest his head in your neck, muttering more so to himself. “I’m fucked…”