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gyehyeonist · 1 day ago

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bite the hand

genre/tags 𝟅𝟈 enemies to lovers-ish, college au, hockey player!sunghoon, slightly nerdy!reader, angst, happy ending

word count 𝟅𝟈 4.6k

NOT PROOFREAD

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You take a deep breath, staring at your computer screen as you will yourself to finish your lab report before the weekend. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights above only makes it harder to focus, their droning buzz tugging at your already fragile attention span.

Groaning, you bury your face in your hands as another burst of laughter erupts from the table next to you. The group of students there seems oblivious to the library’s supposed quiet rule, their chatter growing louder with every passing minute. A part of you wants to tell them to shut up, but the thought of confronting them fills you with dread.

Your eyes drift back to the unfinished lab report, mocking you with every cursor blink. Defeated, you shut your laptop with a sharp click and shove it into your bag. You’ve had enough of the noise, deciding that the solitude of your dorm is a far better place to work—or nap.

As you sling your bag over your shoulder and stand to leave, you throw one last glare at the rowdy table. Your irritation deepens when your eyes meet Park Sunghoon’s. He’s sitting there, mid-laugh, but the second your gazes lock, his amusement falters into surprise. Embarrassed, you look away and hurry out of the library, the encounter making your retreat feel even more awkward.

On your way back to your dorm, your phone buzzes in your pocket. A quick glance reveals an email notification from your professor. You unlock your phone, opening the email and skimming its contents. He’s asking if you’d be willing to tutor a struggling student who’s in danger of failing their class. There’s payment involved, and the arrangement would look good on your resume, but the thought of adding another task to your packed schedule makes you hesitate.

After weighing your options, you sigh and type out a reply. I’ll do it.

Reaching your dorm, you toss your bag onto the floor and collapse onto your bed without even bothering to change your clothes. Sleep comes quickly, a much-needed reprieve from your overworked mind.

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A few days later, you walk into your chemistry lab, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. You’d managed to finish your lab report over the weekend, but at the cost of the recovery time you desperately needed. Now, the decision to tutor feels like a mistake. Scanning the room, you notice several students looking as lost as ever, and you dread the thought of figuring out which one you’d be charged with helping.

Once the lab ends, you pack your things and prepare to leave, but your professor’s voice cuts through the buzz of conversation. “Y/N, could you stay for a moment?”

You pause, your curiosity mingling with annoyance. As you approach his desk, you notice someone standing beside him. It’s Park Sunghoon.

Your stomach sinks. He looks as sheepish as you feel, his hands shoved into his pockets and his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor.

“Y/N,” your professor begins with a smile, “I’d like you to meet the student you’ll be tutoring—Park Sunghoon. Sunghoon, this is Y/N. I’m confident you two will make a great team.”

Sunghoon glances at you, his lips quirking into an awkward smile. “Uh, hi,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

You force a smile, your irritation at the boy bubbling up despite your best efforts to bury it. Of all people…

You clear your throat and nod stiffly. “Hi,” you reply, finding it difficult to keep your voice level.

Your professor beams, clearly oblivious to the awkwardness between you. “Why don’t you two exchange contact information so you can set up a time to meet?”

Sunghoon hesitates briefly, then pulls out his phone. You mirror the action, feeling your stomach twist as a rush of old memories surfaces—memories you’d rather forget. He recites his number, and you type it in, deliberately avoiding eye contact as you save it to your contacts under a simple Park Sunghoon.

“I’ll text you later,” you say sharply, locking your phone and slipping it back into your pocket. “We can figure out a schedule then.”

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbles, his voice softer than you remember. He fidgets, glancing at you briefly before looking away, not that you noticed, having avoided contact, visual or not, with him since you left high school.

Your professor clasps his hands together, clearly satisfied. “Perfect! Thanks again, Y/N—you’re doing a great thing.”

You force a tight smile, muttering a polite response before excusing yourself. The moment you step out of the classroom, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Park Sunghoon. Of course, it had to be him...

The walk to work feels longer than usual, your mind spiraling as you replay the memories you’ve worked so hard to bury. Sunghoon hadn’t been the worst person in high school—not overtly cruel, at least—but he had been a part of the group that made your life hell. His hockey teammates were relentless with their taunts, mocking your clothes, your grades, even the way you walked. And while Sunghoon never joined in directly, he never stopped them either. He just stood by, laughing along like it was some kind of joke.

You swallow hard, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag. Maybe he’s changed since then. It’s been a couple of years, after all. People grow up, right? But the thought of spending time with him—helping him, of all things—makes your stomach churn.

By the time you reach the café, your frustration has morphed into a simmering resentment. You shove your bag into the staff locker and tie your apron around your waist, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand.

The hum of the espresso machine and the steady stream of customers provide a welcome distraction, but Sunghoon’s face lingers in the back of your mind. What was your professor thinking, asking you to tutor him? And why had you agreed so quickly?

You paste on a customer-service smile as you take another order, trying to shake off the unease. Maybe this would be fine. Maybe he wasn’t the same person he used to be. But as much as you want to believe that, a voice in the back of your head whispers otherwise.

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The next day, after exchanging a few brief texts with Sunghoon, you agree to meet in one of the smaller study rooms in the library. You keep the messages as formal and impersonal as possible, giving him the time and location with no room for small talk.

When you arrive, he’s already there, slouched in a chair with his phone in hand. He looks up as you walk in, straightening slightly but not saying anything. You drop your bag onto the table and pull out your notebook and laptop, keeping your eyes on your supplies instead of him.

“Let’s get started,” you say curtly, flipping open the notebook to the notes you’ve prepared. “What exactly are you struggling with?”

Sunghoon shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “Pretty much everything.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course. “Okay, well, we’re going to start with the basics. If you don’t understand those, there’s no point in moving forward.” You flip to the beginning of your notebook, clearly having underestimated just how behind he was.

Sunghoon listens, his expression unreadable. He nods occasionally, jotting down notes without comment. Every time you ask if he has questions, he shakes his head, his indifference irritating you even more.

The air between you feels tense, the silence only broken by the sound of your pen scratching against the paper or the occasional rustle of Sunghoon shifting in his seat. You stick strictly to the material, explaining concepts and walking him through problems all while avoiding eye contact with him.

After about an hour, you close your notebook with a decisive snap. “That’s enough for today,” you say, packing up your things quickly. “Practice these problems before our next session, or this’ll be a waste of time.”

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at your tone but doesn’t say anything. “Got it,” he says, his voice as neutral as yours.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and stand, eager to leave. As you head for the door, Sunghoon’s voice stops you.

“Hey,” he says, and you turn reluctantly to face him. He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Thanks, I guess. For doing this.”

You blink, caught off guard, but quickly school your features into neutrality. “Don’t thank me yet,” you say, and walk out without another word.

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It had been weeks since you started tutoring Sunghoon, and while he had made some minimal progress, his commitment—or lack thereof—was driving you insane. With the big exam coming up, you’d been trying to schedule an extra session to review the material, but every time you texted him, he either claimed he was busy with hockey or straight-up ignored your messages.

You slammed your phone onto your desk after yet another unread text from him. Why am I even trying?

By the time your next class rolled around, you were on the verge of screaming. As soon as the lecture ended, you spotted him at the back of the room, chatting casually with one of his friends. Your frustration boiled over.

“Sunghoon!” you called sharply, cutting through the buzz of students packing up.

He glanced over, startled, and his friend quickly ducked out of the way, sensing the tension. You marched up to him, your jaw tight and your eyes blazing.

“What’s your problem?” you snapped, ignoring the stares from a few lingering classmates. “You’ve been ignoring my texts for the last week. I’m done.”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you wasting my time,” you hissed. “I’ve been trying to help you, but you don’t even care enough to show up half the time! Do you think I don’t have better things to do?”

He frowned, his expression darkening. “I do care. I just—”

“No, you don’t,” you cut him off. “You care about hockey and parties and whatever else you’re doing instead of studying. But you don’t care about passing this class, and I’m not going to keep wasting my time on someone who obviously doesn't care or respect my time.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue. Then he said, his voice tight, “If I fail, I can’t play. I’ll get benched.”

You stared at him, was he seriously saying that right now? “And whose fault is that?” you asked sharply. “You think I’m the one who’s been skipping sessions and ignoring texts? This is on you, Sunghoon. Not me.”

His face flushed, whether from embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t tell. “Fine,” he muttered, grabbing his bag. “Do whatever you want.”

“Fine,” you shot back.

He walked past you without another word, leaving you standing there with your fists clenched at your sides. The stares from the remaining students felt like needles in your skin, but you ignored them, storming out of the room and heading straight for your dorm.

As soon as you got to your desk, you opened your laptop and began typing out an email to your professor. You kept it short and professional, explaining that you could no longer tutor Sunghoon due to his lack of commitment and unwillingness to prioritize his studies.

After hitting send, you sat back in your chair, rubbing your temples. You wanted to feel relieved, but the knot in your chest only seemed to tighten.

Why do I even care? you wondered. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the image of Sunghoon’s frustrated expression—or the way his voice cracked when he said he couldn’t play.

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The big exam had come and gone, with you achieving a perfect score, as usual, and for the first time in what felt like ages, your schedule had a lull. No tutoring, no extra shifts at the café, and no urgent RA duties. You spent most of the afternoon snuggled up in bed, watching your favorite movies and generally rotting away. You’d stopped thinking about Sunghoon entirely—except for the occasional pang of irritation when you remembered his smirk or the way he shrugged off your tutoring sessions. Whether he passed or failed, you didn’t know, and frankly, you didn’t care.

By evening, Liz and Wonyoung showed up at your dorm with all the energy of a cheer routine. Liz, your partner in suffering as a chemical engineering major, was insisting that you went out with them.

“You’ve been cooped up for weeks,” Liz said, digging through your closet. “You need a break. And a drink.”

“I don’t know…” you hesitated, but Wonyoung cut you off.

“No excuses. It’s Friday night, and you deserve to have some fun for once.”

Before you could argue further, Liz pulled out a dress you hadn’t worn in ages—a sleek, flattering number that made you feel good about yourself, but nervous at the same time. They practically shoved you into the bathroom to change, and when you finally emerged, their reactions made you blush.

“Okay, wow,” Liz said, grinning. “You look amazing.”

“Absolute goddess,” Wonyoung added. “You look perfect.”

Despite your initial hesitation, you agreed to go, your nerves bubbling under the surface. You couldn’t help but worry if Sunghoon would be there. After all, hockey players and college parties went hand in hand, and you knew his teammates and old friends would be out in full force.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, music thumping through the walls of the off-campus house. You stuck close to Liz, nursing a drink she handed you as you tried to shake off your discomfort.

“Relax,” Liz said, nudging you. “You��re allowed to have fun, you know.”

You took another sip, then another, letting the alcohol lessen the weight of stress on your chest. The more you drank, the less out of place you felt—though Liz kept an eye on you.

“Maybe slow down,” she said after your third drink.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, waving her off. “I just… need to relax. This helps.”

But your slight sense of calm shattered when you saw a group of people from your high school clustered near the back of the room. Among them was Sunghoon, leaning against the wall with that same effortless confidence that had always irritated you.

You tried to ignore them, but it didn’t take long for the group to notice you.

“Isn’t that Y/N?” one of them said, their voice cutting through the noise of the party.

“Oh my god, it is,” another chimed in. “Didn’t she always have her nose in a book back in high school?”

“And now look at her,” someone else snickered. “Trying way too hard.”

Your stomach sank, and you turned to walk away, but their laughter followed you.

“Shut up,” you heard Sunghoon say, his voice sharp.

The group fell silent, and you glanced back to see him glaring at them. For a split second, your eyes met his, but you turned and hurried toward the door before he could say anything.

The cool night air hit you like a slap, and you started walking, the alcohol making your steps uneven. You just needed to get home, to get away from all of it.

“Y/N, wait!”

You groaned, hearing Sunghoon’s voice behind you. “Go away, Sunghoon.”

He jogged to catch up, falling into step beside you. “You can’t walk home alone. You’re drunk.”

“I don’t care,” you muttered, picking up your pace.

He grabbed your arm gently, stopping you. “I care. Even if you hate me, I’m not letting you do this.”

You yanked your arm away, glaring at him. “Why do you care now? You didn’t care back then. You just stood there and let them treat me like garbage.”

He flinched, his expression softening. “I know,” he said quietly. “I was a coward. I should’ve done something, and I didn’t. I’ve regretted it ever since.”

“Great,” you snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “You regret it. That doesn’t change anything.”

He looked at you, his jaw tight. “I know it doesn’t. But I’m sorry. For all of it.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, but the anger bubbling in your chest wouldn’t let you accept it. Without another word, you turned and marched up to your dorm, slamming the door in his face as soon as you got inside.

Your phone buzzed with a text a few minutes later:

Park Sunghoon: Are you okay? Please let me know you got home safe.

You stared at the screen, your emotions a tangled mess. But you didn’t reply.

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You’ve managed to avoid Sunghoon for weeks now, successfully shoving thoughts of him to the back of your mind. For once, your schedule feels manageable—no last-minute tutoring sessions or stressful emails from your professor. You even have some free time to relax, which you’ve been using to catch up on sleep and unwind.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon feels like his guilt is eating him alive. Every time he sees you in class, he wants to apologize again, but the memory of your anger and disappointment keeps holding him back. His friends don’t make it easier.

“Forget her, dude. She’s just some uptight nerd. She's not worth it,” one of them says during lunch, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

But instead of agreeing, something inside Sunghoon snaps. He realizes that every time he’s around them, they make him feel worse about himself. About everything.

“You know what? I’m done,” he mutters, standing up and walking away, ignoring their confused calls after him.

For the first time in a long time, Sunghoon feels like he’s doing something right.

He starts studying more seriously, forcing himself to focus during lectures and spending time in the library instead of at parties. It’s frustrating at first—everything feels harder without someone to guide him. But little by little, he starts to understand the material.

When his professor hands back their graded exams weeks later, Sunghoon’s heart pounds in his chest. He flips it over and stares at the bold “B” at the top of the page. It’s not an A, but it’s the best grade he’s gotten all semester.

He wants to text you immediately, to show you that he’s not the same person you yelled at. He types out a message, attaching a picture of the exam: “Look, I actually passed! I wouldn’t have been able to do this without your help."

But the text sits unread, as do all the other ones he had sent you.

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You’re just leaving work when you see him waiting outside, a piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand.

“Sunghoon?” you ask, stopping in your tracks.

He looks nervous but determined. “Can I talk to you? Just for a minute?”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

He steps closer, holding up the exam. “I just… wanted to show you this. I got a B.”

You glance at the grade and then back at him. “Ok,” you say flatly, trying to walk past him, but he moves to block your path.

“Please,” he says. “I need to say this.”

You pause, your exhaustion fighting with your curiosity. “What could you possibly have to say to me?”

“I’m sorry,” he starts, his voice soft but steady. “Not just for wasting your time or blowing you off during tutoring. For everything. For how I treated you in high school, for standing by when my friends were jerks to you. I was a coward, and I didn’t know how to deal with… anything, honestly.”

His words catch you off guard, and you find yourself staring at him, speechless.

“I’m not trying to excuse it. I just wanted you to know that I hate the way I treated you. I hate that I hurt you. And I hate that I gave you every reason to think I’m just some… useless asshole.” He takes a deep breath. “But I’m trying. I’ve been trying to change. To prove to myself that I’m not that guy anymore.”

You let his words sink in, the anger and hurt you’ve carried for years simmering just beneath the surface.

“You’re right,” you finally say. “You were a coward. And you did hurt me.”

He flinches, but you keep going.

“But… I can see you’re trying. And I respect that.”

His eyes light up with a glimmer of hope. “Does that mean you forgive me?”

You hesitate, your heart pounding. “It means I’m not as mad at you anymore. But trust takes time, Sunghoon. You’ll have to prove it.”

“I will,” he promises, his voice earnest. “I won’t let you down again.”

With that, you finally let yourself smile, just a little. “We’ll see.”

As you walk away, you can’t help but feel like something has shifted. Maybe, just maybe, people really can change.

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It’s been a few weeks since the two of you started working together again. Sunghoon is doing better in class—much better, actually—and has taken a noticeable turn for the better in life. He’s distanced himself from his old friends, who never did much for him except drag him down.

As much as you still don’t fully trust him, you can’t ignore how much he’s changed. He’s more focused now, more respectful, and maybe, just maybe, even a little bit likable.

And to your surprise, you’re starting to enjoy spending time with him, both in and out of tutoring. He’s always there now, walking to class with you, grabbing coffee, or just hanging out in the library when you’re working on assignments. He even comes along with you, Liz, and Wonyoung for some of your late-night hangouts, laughing along with your jokes, even if he doesn’t quite understand all the girl talk.

Liz and Wonyoung start giving each other knowing looks, and one night, after Sunghoon heads home, Liz grins mischievously.

“So, what’s going on between you two?” she asks casually.

You freeze. “What do you mean?”

Wonyoung snickers. “You two spend so much time together, and we see the way he looks at you. You sure you’re not into him?”

You shake your head, a nervous laugh escaping. “No. Definitely not. We’re just tutoring partners.”

Liz raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, right. If that’s true, then why are you so distracted every time he texts you? Why do you smile like that when his name pops up?”

You feel your face flush. “Shut up,” you mutter, pulling a pillow over your face. “I don’t like him. I just—he’s been there for me, ok? He’s changed.”

“Sure, sure,” Liz teases. “But you’re definitely into him. Don’t worry, we won't judge you.”

You groan into the pillow, but part of you wonders if they’re right. You’ve been trying to ignore the flutter in your chest when he’s near, the way your heart speeds up when he smiles at you or gives you one of those rare, genuine compliments. But you push it all aside. You don’t want to get hurt again, not after everything that happened in high school.

So, you keep things casual. You hang out, study together, laugh at his lame jokes, but you keep a distance.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, has been wrestling with his feelings for a while. He knows, deep down, that he likes you. And not just in a surface-level, "oh, she's cute" way. He values your company more than he thought possible. Your patience, your intelligence, your warmth—everything about you pulls him in, and every time he sees you, he wants to be closer.

But you’ve been pulling away recently, and it’s driving him crazy. He doesn’t know what’s changed, but he can feel the distance. And he doesn’t like it. Not at all.

So, after days of thinking it over, he makes up his mind. He can’t keep pretending he’s okay with just being your friend, your tutoring client. He decides to tell you how he feels, ignoring the risk and the burn of anxiety in his chest.

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It’s another Friday night when he shows up at your dorm, unannounced. Liz and Wonyoung are with you, watching a movie and chatting when you hear a knock at the door.

“Ugh, who’s that?” Liz mumbles as she gets up to answer it.

When she opens the door, Sunghoon stands there, his hands in his pockets and an anxious look on his face.

“I need to talk to Y/N,” he says, glancing over her shoulder at you.

“Uh, no, we’re having a girls’ night,” Liz says with a playful but firm tone. “What’s up, Hoon?”

Sunghoon looks from Liz to Wonyoung, then back at you. “I—I need to talk to her. It’s important.”

There’s something so serious in his eyes that it catches your attention. You stand up slowly, excusing yourself from the couch.

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave you two alone,” Liz says with a wink, grabbing Wonyoung’s hand and dragging her out of the room.

Once the door clicks shut, Sunghoon steps forward. His nervousness is palpable.

“Listen, I don’t know how to say this properly, but I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel this way,” he starts, looking at you with a vulnerability that’s hard to ignore. “I’ve been an idiot, and I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t. But I like you, Y/N. I don’t know how else to say it, but I do.”

You blink at him, taken aback.

“I like you,” he repeats, more firmly this time, stepping closer. “And I think… I think I’ve liked you for a while now. I know this might sound out of nowhere, but I’ve been holding it in and pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. You’re the person I want to be around. You’re the person I want to be with. So, I’m asking you…” He takes a deep breath. “Will you go out with me?”

You stand frozen, feeling a rush of emotions flood over you. The mix of confusion, joy, and fear swirls inside you. Your heart races in your chest as his words settle in.

It feels unreal—like this is some dream where everything is finally falling into place. But even so, you hesitate, unsure if you’re ready to take the leap.

But as you look at him, his earnest face, his sincerity, and the way he’s looking at you with so much hope, you can’t help but say it.

“Yes.”

Sunghoon’s face lights up, relief flooding through him as a wide smile spreads across his face. He reaches out to take your hand gently.

“I promise I won’t mess this up,” he says, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

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The next day, Liz and Wonyoung don’t waste a single second, pouncing on you as soon as they see you.

“You’re dating Sunghoon now, aren’t you?” Liz asks, her grin stretching across her face.

You try to act casual, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “I guess I am.”

Wonyoung jumps up from her seat, practically tackling you in a hug. “Oh my God, we knew it! We knew it!”

Liz joins in the celebration, and you can’t help but laugh, even as the excitement bubbles up inside you. Sunghoon might’ve been a jerk before, but now, he’s someone you can trust. And for the first time in a long time, you’re excited to see where things go from here.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE 𝟅𝟈 ummmm i can't tell if i like this or not but oh well i'm too lazy to rewrite it. also sorry for so many text breaks i'm so bad at writing transitions. also thanks to my pookie kenzie for helping me think of the plot :3

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gyehyeonist · 2 days ago

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𐙚 nerds do it best

pairings : nerd bf!jungwon x reader

synopsis : when your bf comes to class with a new look

note : this is sort of a long one !! not too sure how i feel about this one, i couldn’t get to the point honestly but i still hope you enjoy my rambling !!

You made it to your classroom a little earlier than usual but it doesn’t bother you much since you’ll be accompanied by your boyfriend jungwon. You and jungwon usually walk to school together since you guys live in the same neighborhood but different streets. He wasn’t answering your messages or calls which made you a little worried. He’s always the one to do those things but today it was the other way around and he doesn’t answer? weird. There was a possibility that he went to sleep later than usual so thats ultimately what you thought.

After getting your things out for class, you decided to go to the bathroom and stroll a bit before class since again you’re way earlier today. Soon or later you arrive back to your classroom and basically everyone is in there seats talking waiting for class to start in about a minute or two but wheres jungwon? He hasn’t taken his seat next to you, let alone even arrive since the desk and seat were both empty. You decided to send him a message again in hopes he’ll respond.

you : class is starting, where r u???

hello jungwon?

baby?

With no luck and class starting you had to put your phone away and just hope he’ll come in later. While waiting for him you were having a hard time focusing worrying about him but the sound of the classroom door drew you out of your daydream. There he was. Jungwon..but your smile on your face turned into surprise and confusion when you see he now has..BLONDE HAIR?? AND ITS CURLY???

Jungwon apologizes for coming in so late and makes his way to your seat with a cheeky yet embarrassed smile. “hi baby” he quietly giggles putting his stuff down and looks up to you only for you to be completely shocked. “alright class we have nothing left for today so you may talk quietly till your next period” the teacher says to which you immediately turn to jungwon and ask “when did this happen?!” you say as your hand reaches up to his hair and run your finger through it softly. “just last night..thats why i came in to late, i finished at around 2” he says and you notice just how tired he was with how slow he was talking and his eyes seem heavy.

“it looks really good on you tho. makes you even more cute and hot” you say completely mesmerized now that you can fully process it all. His now blond hair, glasses, his cute smile and beautiful eyes. It made you fall more in live with him. “why don’t you lay down and rest for the remainder of the class hm?” you ask him. He just hums and nods as he scoots closer to you and lays his head down on your arm thats on the desk and wraps an arm around your waist not forgetting to take off his glasses so they don’t get damaged.

The whole time he was sleeping, you were running your fingers through his hair softly and rubbing his back softly at times hoping to soothe him and make sure he gets enough sleep to make it through the rest of the day. Surprisingly tho his hair was still super soft even after possible heavy bleaching. You had to ask for his hair routine..

Throughout the rest of the day, you couldn’t take your eyes off of jungwon. Which wasn’t hard since you were together in all your classes AND sat next to each other. “you’re staring yk and you’re gonna miss everything” jungwon says with a cheeky smile as you stare at him with heart eyes. “i can just have your notes” you say in a trance looking at him. He giggles at your state but continues taking notes knowing he will indeed give you his notes.

By the end on the day, you took basically no notes. You were completely focused on one thing and one thing only. Jungwon. The second you guys step foot outside, you immediately jumped on him and gave him a gentle yet tight hug and started peppering his face with kisses. “AHHHH you’re such a pretty boy. ily ily ily!!!!” you say and by now jungwons face was quite red. All the attention you’ve been giving him today was amazing yes. He loved it. But it was too much for his heart to handle, so it was easy for him to fold in front you. “i love you too but can it wait till we’re out of everyone else’s view?” its not that he’s embarrassed about you showing your love to him. It’s the fact that hes so red right now. Thats whats embarrassing.

Too bad for him, that didn’t stop you. You made it all the way home, hand in hand, you going on and one about how his new look was absolutely perfect on him. “stay at my house for a bit?!” you said excitedly knowing he’d say yes and end up sleeping over. Thank goodness it was friday. “when do i ever decline to that invite” he smiles as you lead him into your house all the way to your room.

You both change clothes, him always having clothes left over at your house to the point you bought extra drawers just for him for how often hes over and you changing into one of his sweatshirts and your sweatpants. You decided to stay in your room and watch a movie. Immediately you pull him onto your bed, he got closer and laid on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. “so..what do you truly think of my hair my love” he smiles tiredly sort of knowing what you’re going to say.

“omg i love it. it looks absolutely perfect on you and the glasses too. you look so cute yet so hot. I LOVE IT!!” you ramble about how good his new look is. He smiles into your neck happy you like it. “really? cuz i didn’t think it looked good at all, felt really weird” he voiced out his worries a bit. You this whole time had your fingers running through his hair, moved in closer to him if that was even possible and gave him a kiss on his head. “no i think anything you do, you will always look handsome in my eyes” you smiled into his hair. “i love you jungwon” you move some hair from his face. “i love you too pretty” he leans up a bit to give you a quick kiss on the lips then back to his position falling asleep almost immediately. Blonde jungwon will forever have you weak in the knees.

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gyehyeonist · 3 days ago

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YANG JUNGWON- random ass texts

SYNOPSIS & WARNINGS : jungwon x fem reader, reader bites jungwon.. (lovingly 😍), they’re both insane lowk !!

A/N : MY JUNGWON DEBUT HII

okay but is it really wrong to get the urge to bite jungwon HES SO CUTIE 💔💔

perm tags: @jaeneohee @skittlez-area512 @aaa-sia

divider creds: @/chaefilm

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gyehyeonist · 3 days ago

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RIVALS

PREC𝓲S your math competition is always flirting with you.

당신이 싫어요! yang jungwon ୨୧ academic rivals teasing kissing angst scene cursing

내 책장 ; 𝒾f enjoyed, please 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 (..◜ᴗ◝..)

@minthoons @yyawnjun @allforhee @jindoriyam @dimplewonie @en-gelic @vvividoll ; 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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gyehyeonist · 3 days ago

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── .✦ princess (yjw)

pairing: football player! jungwon x fem! reader

synopsis: if there’s someone you absolutely can’t stand, that would be with no doubt yang jungwon, one of your boyfriend’s football teammates. he seems to like messing with you and your relationship, always throwing snarky remarks. but that’s because you’re dating the most popular jock of your school, and jungwon strongly believes that you deserve so much more than that. is he acting nice purely out of the goodness of his heart? or is there something deeper behind his behavior? one thing is certain though: he will try with all means to make you realize what—and maybe who—you really deserve.

genre: enemies to friends to lovers , love triangle-ish , high school au , fluff , angst , slow burn-ish - wc: 9.9k - warnings: toxic relationship , cheating , swearing , strong language , mention of fights and violence , slightly suggestive , english is not my first language ! , this is a work of fiction and doesn’t reflect the idols in real life !

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YOU AND MINHO HAVE BEEN DATING FOR A LITTLE OVER A YEAR, IF YOU DON’T COUNT ALL THE BREAKS YOU’VE TAKEN SO FAR.

The thing is, Minho is one of the most popular jocks in your high school, so of course many girls fawn over him. As cliché as it sounds, rumors run fast through the hallways and they usually don’t take long to reach you as well. They’re always the same: he was seen being very touchy with a girl at last weekend’s party, flirting with another one after football practice, and asking a classmate out on a ‘friendly’ date for a group project at his house, and so on. By now, you were more than used to it all, but the worst part? You knew the weekly rumors were true. You had seen every one of his interactions with those girls.

So now the question is pretty unavoidable: why are you still dating him? The answer is even more predictable: you can’t bring yourself to leave him, because despite everything you’re still attached to him, and he is definitely not going to break up with you anytime soon. It’s very simple, really. He likes a bit too much the idea of knowing he can always have someone to return to at the end of the day. Someone who will be loyal and always there for him. He likes the idea of being free to do and experience everything that he prefers because he knows you’re going to be understanding and not make a fuss about it.

The worst thing was that you didn’t have any friends, you had never had many anyway, so you didn’t have anyone else except him. But on the sidelines, a pair of eyes has always been meticulously scrutinizing your relationship. A person who somehow always finds himself in between you and Minho; a person who has been utterly annoying since the first time he opened his mouth; a person who doesn’t waste a single heartbeat to throw a snarky remark at you, your relationship, and your boyfriend, hoping to stir something in you. And somehow, his behavior is slowly making you react, speak up, and stand your ground again.

He is not even sure of why he’s doing all this, why he’s taken it upon himself to be the one to finally break your relationship for good. Maybe because he’s just a good person and it’s just in his bones to help others. Maybe he pities you so badly that he can’t stand the sight of you being treated like a literal puppet anymore. Or maybe there’s another reason, a deeper one, that he either still hasn’t realized or pretends not to be aware of. Because admitting it to himself makes it more real, more tangible. And he doesn’t know if he’s sure of what he’s even doing, if it’s right to meddle in someone else’s relationship—despite the amount of unhealthiness in it—and if he’s not setting himself up for failure, and heartbreak.

Yang Jungwon is still not sure of the reasons that are so strongly pushing him to fulfill his mission, he’s only certain of the determination he feels every time he sees you and Minho together, and that’s enough to keep him going forward with his plan. He only hopes he won’t end up being the most damaged out of the three.

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THE FOOTBALL MATCH HAD JUST ENDED, AND AS EXPECTED, YOUR SCHOOL’S TEAM HAD WON ONCE AGAIN.

Ever since you and Minho started dating, you have never once missed a single match, and sometimes you would also watch his practices while studying or reading a book by the bleachers. As usual, you’d wait for him while he showered in the locker room, and those were the most dreaded twenty minutes of your day, all because of a certain someone.

“Waiting for your boy?”

There it was, that voice that you were unfortunately well-acquainetd with.

“You know it, Yang. Why do you still bother asking?” you huffed.

“I’m waiting for the day your answer will be different,” he replied with a confident tone, sending you a wink as well.

“Quit playing, don’t you have anything better to do?” you rolled your eyes, but even if you were trying to keep a tough exterior, you couldn’t help but feel scrutinized and extremely self-aware under his fierce gaze on you.

“Piss off, Jungwon. You’re not welcome here,” the voice of your boyfriend suddenly cut in on the remark he was about to throw at you.

Minho put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, sending daggers at the younger one.

“I don’t know, man, I think we were getting along just fine. Don’t you think, princess?” he smirked directly at you, throwing you off guard upon hearing the pet name.

“Call her like that one more time and I’ll kill you, Yang. I swear I will, you’re on thin ice with this bullshit.” Minho clenched his jaw while menacingly inching closer to his teammate, who raised his arms in mock surrender.

“Relax, man. Look! She’s enjoying it; she’s all flustered,” he pointed in your direction.

One thing you had learned about Jungwon was that he had no limit, at least when it came to you and Minho. There was a pretty huge duality to Yang Jungwon: there was the version of him that you would see in class or on the football field, a Jungwon focused on his sports goals and responsible towards his studies and duties. A great friend and a reliable classmate as well, from what other students would always say; and then there was the version of him that would emerge only with you and your boyfriend, a version that was much more cocky, insolent, and unnerving.

Sensing the tension quickly escalating between the two guys and knowing Minho’s particular short temper, you snaked between their bodies, directly facing the younger boy.

“That’s enough, Jungwon. Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re crossing the line. Leave us alone, mind your own business, and stop pestering us. Why are you so obsessed with us in the first place?” you snapped in exasperation.

Being that close to him made you notice something appearing in his eyes, something like regret or sympathy, but it soon disappeared. How was he supposed to tell you the truth without sounding completely out of his mind? He couldn’t just tell you: ‘Well, because I think you deserve so much more than that scumbag next to you.’ He was well aware that his weird mission to break the two of you up was illogical, and that it was really none of his business. He also knew that he was exaggerating with his words, but the reason was the fact that he knew that was the only way to stir a reaction and—hopefully—move something inside of you.

“Just because,” he shrugged his shoulders with indifference, making you leave a deep sigh.

“You know what? Whatever. I’m just really tired of you and your continuous nagging. Leave us alone for good, that’s all I ask.” You then took a step back, ready to turn around and take your boyfriend’s hand in yours, but his words surprised you once again.

“I can’t do that, I’m sorry. And I hope one day you’ll realize why.” He calmly let out, his gaze strangely softening, before turning around and finally leaving you alone, just like you had wanted from the start.

But why didn’t you feel as relieved as you were supposed to?

Facing Minho, you could instantly make out the anger still lingering in his features, so you approached him without hesitation and intertwined your fingers.

“Hey, he’s not worth it, okay? I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but don’t let him get to you. He’s provoking you on purpose,” you softly tried to calm him down.

“I know, baby. But you also know that I get very protective when it comes to you. He’s a creep who obviously fancies you.”

“I doubt that, but even if it were true, you’re the only one in my mind,” you reassured him, inching closer and sneaking your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Yet, as you walked hand in hand towards Minho’s car, you couldn’t help but replay the words Jungwon last spoke and try to understand what he was hinting at.

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“NOW I’M GOING TO LIST THE PAIRS I PICKED FOR THIS PROJECT. REMEMBER, YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO SUBMIT IT.”

The entire class groaned upon hearing Mrs. Kim’s words. You hated science; it was one of the subjects you struggled with the most, and only the idea of having to work with a stranger for two weeks straight was enough to make you want to ditch the class forever. You didn’t have any friends in school, and you weren’t on speaking terms with any of your classmates either.

“Then we have ___ and Jungwon.”

Your teacher’s voice suddenly reached your ears, awakening you from your thoughts and making you almost choke on your own saliva.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mumbled under your breath and sent a quick look toward Jungwon, only to find him already staring at you with a wide grin on his face.

Oh, those were going to be the toughest two weeks of your entire school year, you were sure of it.

As the bell finally signaled the end of the last class of the day, while you were quickly packing your belongings, you noticed a shadow standing right in front of your desk. Raising your head, you made eye contact with none other than the bane of your existence. You huffed as you stood up from your seat, crossed your arms, and walked out the classroom’s door as Jungwon followed you on cue.

“So, how should we organize our work?” he promptly asked.

“We should meet in the library after your practice, and we should try to finish it as soon as we can. Exams are getting nearer, I don’t want to have to deal with everything at once,” you suggested.

“You’re right. Should we start from today?”

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t make it today, but we can start tomorrow.” you apologized, and only at that moment you were starting to realize how weirdly calm your conversation was being.

“Don’t worry, that’s fine. Then I’ll meet you by the bleachers after practice? That’s your spot after all,” he genuinely smiled at you, no hint of cheekiness in his expression or tone of voice; and that threw you off guard for a second.

“Yeah… you know it,” you awkwardly smiled back.

Jungwon was about to add something else, but a loud voice cut him off and made you jump in fright.

“Yang, didn’t I tell you to fucking leave her alone?” Minho’s voice rang through the still-busy hallway, catching the attention of several passing students.

“Wait, it’s okay. We were just discussing the science project we were assigned together,” you quickly interjected, getting nervous after his sudden outburst.

“What?! Did you really pair up with him? Are you crazy—“ he quickly blamed you, like always.

“Of course not?! It was Mrs. Kim,” you slightly raised your voice, getting offended by his assumption.

“Then ask her to change your partner,” he deadpanned, making you scoff at the absurdity of his words.

“You know I can’t. Especially not with her.”

“So what? Are you going to spend time with him like everything’s fine?” he threw a quick, disgusted glance at Jungwon, who rolled his eyes while still focused on your argument.

“What else am I supposed to do? I’m not going to fail the class just because you don’t trust me;” you snapped, your patience running thin.

It was always like that with him; he was always so quick to accuse you before even considering other options. But if you dared to mention his clear trust issues toward you, he would get mad and shut you out.

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant—“ he let out in frustration, combing his hair back with one hand.

“Then why are you so upset? It’s just a project, a couple of weeks, and it’s over.” You crossed your arms, standing your ground.

“I’m upset because it’s him. Out of all the people in your class, it’s him,” he remarked, pointing at Jungwon.

“Uhm, so.. you know I’m still here, right?” the subject of the conversation interjected, obtaining a death glare from both of you.

“Look, ___.” Minho let out a deep breath to try and calm himself down. “I just don’t like that your partner is an asshole who’s been trying to get between us because he’s obsessed with you.” He was talking slower and at a lower volume now, but still not low enough for his teammate not to hear him.

“Again with this? He does not like me, I told you,” you huffed in exasperation. “But even if he did, it doesn’t change anything. We’re just going to study in the library for the next few weeks, that’s it,” you tried your best to convince him, reaching out to slowly caress his arm.

“Try anything funny and you’re dead, Yang. That’s a promise,” your boyfriend finally gave in, threatening the guy.

“Aye, aye, captain!” Jungwon mocked-saluted him, causing you to roll your eyes.

“See you later, babe.” Minho decided to ignore him and leaned in to give you a peck on the lips.

“Well, he doesn’t seem to trust you very much,” Jungwon pointed out as soon as his teammate was out of earshot.

“Don’t start,” you seriously warned him.

“Hey, I’m just saying! He flirts with other girls in front of your eyes, but then he’s the one having trust issues. That’s crazy if you ask me.”

There he was again with his cocky remarks. But the reason why you would get so annoyed at him was that those words stung deep down. And they stung because you knew they were true.

“Yeah, well too bad I didn’t ask you. Don’t meddle in my business, I’m certainly not going to talk to you out of all people about my relationship.” you snapped at him and stormed off towards the school’s exit, leaving Jungwon deep in his thoughts.

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THE ONLY THING YOU WANTED TO DO WAS GO BACK HOME AND BURY YOURSELF UNDER YOUR BED’S COVERS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

You hadn’t started the morning on the right foot: you woke up late and missed the first bus, so you had to take the second one and sprint to your classroom. Now you were watching the football team’s practice, but right before it started, you had a pretty heavy argument with Minho, only because he had seen you talking with one of your male classmates for literally five minutes.

And worst of all, you still had to meet Jungwon in the library. Speaking of the devil, there he was, running towards you with his hair damp with sweat from running around the field.

“Princess, don’t forget our appointment,” he winked at you, panting.

“Yeah, unfortunately, I remember,” you rolled your eyes, but something in his appearance kept drawing your eyes back to him.

Maybe it was the mischievous glint in his eyes, the one you were so well accustomed to, but at that moment it seemed almost different, like it hid something deeper that you weren’t aware of.

Then, your eyes shifted to the figure that was slowly approaching you two, and you internally rolled your eyes, anticipating another round of argument.

“Minho is approaching us, please just leave. I’m not in the mood to argue again,” you announced with urgency, hoping to be convincing enough.

Jungwon noticed the desperation in your eyes like you were almost pleading—the rarest sight coming from you—and decided to comply in silence, briefly nodding and scurrying away.

“Was he bothering you again?” Minho’s voice was laced with jealousy and irritation, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

“No, don’t worry. He was just reminding me that we have to go to the library now.”

“Right.. that stupid project. I hate it, how many times do you have to meet up with him?” he asked still a bit annoyed.

“It’s due in two weeks, but since exams are approaching, I hope we can finish it by the end of this week.”

“Perfect. I don’t want you to spend so much time with him,” he protectively wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and planting a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You quickly pulled away, not really in the mood, especially since you were still upset about your previous fight.

“Go wash up, you’re all sweaty and it’s a bit chilly out here. You could get sick.” You found the first excuse to make him leave you first, and not to sound suspicious, you rubbed his shoulders with affection.

“Okay, baby. Text me when you’re done with him, mhm?” he seriously asked, making you nod your head.

As he walked away, you let out a relieved breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Lately, Minho’s presence felt overwhelming: you couldn’t do anything that he would find something wrong with it and start arguing because of it. Also, you were starting to get tired of him complaining about things that he would do in the first place, too. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Jungwon’s steps getting closer and coming to a halt in front of your figure.

“You okay?” he asked with caution, snapping you back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, let’s get it over with,” you let out a deep sigh and stood up, the boy surprisingly trailing after you in complete silence until you reached your destination.

From the moment you sat at one of the empty library tables, the two of you planned your project and structured the parts with efficiency, ending up working better than you had predicted for two hours straight. Time flew by and you had to admit to yourself that his company wasn’t too bad after all. When he wasn’t teasing and annoying you, he was pretty nice to be with: he would crack actually funny jokes, explain to you the most difficult parts, and by the end of your study session, he even ended up buying you your favorite iced tea.

“How did you know this was my favorite?” you asked, surprised.

“I see you drinking it often in class,” he shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal.

But to you, it was.

“Well, that was very kind of you…” you mumbled, suddenly feeling more aware of the weird new vibe between the two of you.

“You look surprised,” he chuckled, amused and softened upon seeing your reaction.

“A bit… I honestly didn’t expect it,” you let out in an embarrassed whisper, fidgeting with your fingers and trying to avoid his piercing gaze at all costs.

“What? You think I can’t be a gentleman? I could treat you so much better, you know?”

‘Better than him,’ he wanted to add.

‘Better than Minho,’ you finished in your mind.

You slowly looked up at him, locking your gaze. His eyes were filled with sincerity and determination, while yours exuded uncertainty, stupor, and longing.

But longing for what? For his words to be true? For the possibility of something better? Jungwon wasn’t sure, but at least he was certain that you needed real affection, respect, and admiration. And he was ready to give it all to you, no questions asked. Was he being irrational and reckless? Probably, but he knew that’s what he wanted. He couldn’t explain where that deep desire came from; it was just there and he somehow felt accomplished whenever he would make you smile or blush, wanting to repeat it as many times as possible.

“Let me prove it to you. Not in a weird way, just as friends. Let me take care of you,” he proposed all of a sudden, his attitude radiating full confidence.

“Friends? Us? You’re funny, Jungwon,” you let out a humorless laugh.

“Why not? Afraid you will fall for me?” he teased with a wicked grin.

“You wish,” you scoffed, although a small smile was threatening to form on your lips.

“Come on! It will be fun, I can feel it. Don’t think about what your boyfriend will say or how he will react, just focus on what you really want,” he softened, his words triggering something in you.

You hated to admit it even to yourself, but you terribly suffered from the fact that you didn’t have any friends. Although the idea of having Jungwon as your first friend after a long time didn’t fully convince you yet, at the same time you didn’t have it in you to refuse that proposition. Was it ever going to happen again? Finding someone who wanted to be friends with you?

“Fine,” you deeply sighed, still a bit unconvinced. “I guess we can give it a try.”

“Really?” he beamed, and you somehow felt your heart swell at the sight.

“What? Were you expecting me to say no right away?” you giggled slightly.

“To be honest, yes,” he chuckled as well, eyes forming small crescents.

Later that night, after your study session, Jungwon went out to eat with his group of friends, who immediately pestered him with questions about your study ‘date’.

“Okay, but honest question: are you still going after her?” Sunoo asked once the younger friend finished explaining everything.

“Dude, you need to move on. She’s too hung up on her boyfriend to notice you,” Jake added.

“Shut up, you know it’s not like that.” Jungwon tried to deny his friends’ accusations, but his flustered state clearly betrayed him.

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t have feelings for her and you’re just trying to help her realize the truth. Blah, blah, blah…” Ni-Ki interjected.

“You’re so caught up in your little mission that you’re not realizing the truth either.” It was Heeseung’s turn to speak, the eldest of the group and the one with a little more experience when it came to these matters.

“And what would it be?” Jungwon fired back, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his friend.

“That you’re catching feelings,” he calmly stated.

“And that your plan is probably never going to work,” Sunghoon butted in.

“Look, we’re saying this for your own sake because we care about you. You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak.” Jay softened his tone, genuinely trying to look out for his best friend.

Jungwon stopped for a second to grasp everything that the guys had said, contemplating if maybe there was some truth in their words and he was starting to develop feelings for you. I mean, that option would explain a lot of things: like all his actions, the weird determination he had for the plan about your situation, and the unknown feelings he was starting to experience in your presence, or at the mere thought of you.

“Am I really falling for her?” he let out in a whisper, but loud enough for his friends to hear.

“I think you are, and that’s why we’re warning you. You’re getting yourself into a tough situation; we just don’t want you to end up hurting,” Heeseung expressed, patting the younger’s shoulder with affection.

“Thank you, guys. But don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” he stated with resolve.

Even if his friends nodded at his words and changed the subject, they couldn’t help but send worried glances at one another. None of them had a good feeling about the situation.

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NOT ASKING FOR JUNGWON’S NUMBER MIGHT HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE, BECAUSE NOW YOU HAD TO PERSONALLY GO UP TO HIM—WHILE SURROUNDED BY HIS FRIENDS—JUST TO RESCHEDULE YOUR STUDY SESSION.

Jungwon’s friends were quite popular as well, because of their looks and their sports skills. Although you had never interacted with them and people would only talk positively about them, you still found them a bit intimidating.

“Wait, guys. Why is ___ approaching us?” Sunoo was the first one to notice you.

“Huh? Oh, shit! Won, what did you do this time?” Jake teased him, nudging his side with his elbow.

“Hey! Why are you blaming me? I swear I didn’t do anything—“

“Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt you, but could I steal Jungwon from you for a second?” you nervously smiled at them, fidgeting with your hands.

“Of course, he’s all yours!” Ni-Ki promptly smirked at you.

“Yeah, please. Take him away from us, he’s always complaining about—“ started Jay but was quickly cut off by Jungwon.

“Okay, okay, we get it.“ he rolled his eyes, while you chuckled at the interaction.

“I think I like your friends more than you.” you teased, loud enough to let the other boys hear you and snicker at the two of you.

“So, what’s up?” the boy crossed his arms, a small pout still on his lips after your previous comment.

“I just found out that I can’t come to the library tomorrow. I mean, we could meet after dinner, but that’s probably too late—“

“That’s perfect! Uhm.. I mean, it’s fine by me.” he loudly cut you off, clearing his throat right after realizing his outburst.

“You sure? Won’t you be tired?” you honestly asked, concern etched in your features.

“Won’t you?” he fired back with a small smile.

“We can meet up at mine if you want. My parents are away for a work trip.” you finally gave in.

“Oh, really? That’s an interesting invitation, I guess I can’t say no now, can I?” he widely grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Shut up! We’re just going to study, you asshole!” you lightly slapped his arm, getting flustered and giggling out of embarrassment.

“If you say so.. But is your boyfriend okay with this?” he returned serious.

“Well, about that.. I was planning not to tell him, you know how he can get sometimes..” you fidgeted in your spot, tearing your gaze to the ground.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with that. Don’t worry, princess. I won’t say anything.”

“Jungwon, I’m serious though. You can’t let it slip, ever. Especially not if you two start arguing.” you somberly stated, pointing a finger at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be super careful. You can trust me, ___.” he jokingly put a hand to his heart, but you could perfectly see the honesty in his eyes, catching you off guard.

“Okay.. then, see you tomorrow by eight?”

“That’s okay, but aren’t you going to finally give me your number? You know, so that you can send me your address and future info for the project.” he cockily proposed, making you roll your eyes in exasperation.

“You sure that’s why you want it?” you narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms but betraying yourself with the small smile appearing on your lips.

“I don’t know, I guess you’ll have to find out,” he remarked, grinning from ear to ear.

“Gosh, you’re so annoying. Give me your phone before I change my mind.” you huffed, extending a hand in front of him.

While you were typing your number, Jungwon swiftly turned around, flashing a pleased grin towards his friends who had been attentively watching the whole interaction from afar.

Making his way back to them, he was inevitably hit with all their curious questions.

“So, what was that?”

“Did you just get her number?”

“What the hell did you tell her to make her blush the whole time?”

“I’m going to study at her house tomorrow night. We’re gonna be alone and she specifically begged me not to tell her boyfriend.” he really couldn’t hide his grin, no matter how hard he tried to contain his excitement.

“No way!”

“What the hell, Jungwon?! I thought she hated you?”

“I mean, she still kind of does. But after the past week we spent together, I think she’s slowly starting to warm up to me.”

“That’s nice, Won. But don’t forget what we told you before. Be cautious, okay?”

“I promise, guys. Don’t worry.” he confidently nodded.

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YOU AND JUNGWON WERE SEATED ON THE CARPET IN YOUR LIVING ROOM, YOUR BOOKS SCATTERED ON THE LITTLE TABLE IN FRONT OF YOU.

You had surprisingly accomplished a lot so far, with a couple of snack breaks in between as well. You hated to admit it, but you were having a lot of fun with him. It was just his genuine and silly personality that was able to make even the most boring science topics more enjoyable. It was now ten in the evening, and you both were ready to call it a day. But somehow, you didn’t like the idea of him leaving so soon, and you found yourself wishing to have more time with him.

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow in the library? I mean, I would gladly keep you company for a little longer since you’re alone and all… but I know you wouldn’t be as pleased, so...” he suddenly trailed off, like he was purposely waiting for you to say something, to prove him wrong.

Did he know? Was he able to read your mind or something? Or was he simply extremely good at reading you?

“Stay,” you let out before you were even able to fully process it.

“Huh?” he snapped his head toward you, unable to hide his stupor.

Although he had been hoping with every fiber in his body for that outcome, he was sure the probability of it happening would have been lower than zero.

“Isn’t it what you wanted to hear?” you challenged.

“Is it what you want, though?” and you noticed there was no hint of malice in his gaze.

All of a sudden, you felt exposed and vulnerable, but also unexpectedly honest.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, without breaking eye contact.

Jungwon was sure his breath itched in his throat. His mind was spiraling with thoughts after what he had just witnessed, and the urge to suddenly inch closer and smash his lips on yours was about to consume him. But he knew he couldn’t do it: first of all, you were in a relationship; second of all, he didn’t want to mess things up with you now that you seemed more comfortable around him; and third, he had promised to be cautious and to keep his not-so-little crush in check.

Either way, the intimate moment between the two of you was soon interrupted by the ping of your phone, signaling a new message. You opened the notification, a text message from an unknown number with a video attachment as well. You had a vague idea of what it could be, but you didn’t want to immediately think of the worst. On the other hand, Jungwon couldn’t help his curiosity and noticed straight away the swift change in your expression, so he leaned slightly closer to peek at your screen over your shoulder.

The sight in front of your eyes was disappointing, but not surprising: your lovely boyfriend Minho was eagerly sucking off the face of one of your school’s cheerleaders outside of a diner. You stared at your display for a few seconds, frozen in place and unsure of what you were feeling. Sensing the delicacy of the situation, Jungwon bit back any kind of remark or insult towards your boyfriend and decided to take care of you instead. He slowly took your phone from your hands, turned it off, and gently placed it face down on the small coffee table. He then took your hand in his with hesitance, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“You don’t deserve this, ___. I hope you know it,” he whispered.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, your mind too clouded to speak. It was the first time you had someone to console you and be there for you, even just by holding your hand. You surprisingly felt calmer and less hurt, even if a pang in your chest was still inevitable. But by now you were so used to it that you didn’t even feel the need to cry or be sad anymore. All you felt was frustration towards yourself for not being able to walk away from Minho and your relationship. Because, honestly, what kind of relationship was it anyway? You were well aware of the toxicity of it all, but when it came to thinking about leaving him for good, something in you would always restrain you from doing it.

“Do you truly believe what you said?” you suddenly were able to let out in a shaky whisper.

“What? That you don’t deserve it?” he asked for confirmation, making you hum. “Of course, I believe it. Why would you ever deserve such treatment?” he stated seriously.

“Because look at me. Do you know how many times he has done it since we started dating? I even lost count! But I always stayed. I want to walk away so badly from all this, but I can’t bring myself to actually do it. I’m a coward, that’s the only truth. And so I deserve it all because I’m the one who is still putting herself through this hell,” you finally burst, spitting out everything you’ve always wanted to confide in someone.

“You’re afraid, but that’s okay. You can work on that and find the courage to finally stand up for yourself. Hell, I’m going to help you if you need me to. No questions asked. But please, never think that you’re at fault or that you deserve this ever again. You are a beautiful person, inside and out, only in the wrong hands.”

You looked at him straight in the eye, and the only things you could see were pure affection and genuine concern. He was honest, straightforward, and confident, but especially gentle. He wasn’t looking down on you, mocking you, or disregarding your feelings. He wasn’t snapping at you, raising his voice to silence you, and shifting the blame onto you.

And as he looked into your eyes as well, he could clearly make out all the hurt and shame that Minho had been putting you through; the desperation, the helplessness, the loneliness.

“You know, it’s the first time I’m opening up with someone about this. And it’s also the first time someone is there for me when something like this happens,” you bashfully confessed, tearing your gaze to the ground.

“What about your friends?” he asked with a frown.

“I don’t have any,” you bitterly smiled. “Have you ever seen me with someone else that wasn’t Minho?”

And now that you were mentioning it, it clicked in his head, and everything started to make even more sense. That was a huge reason why you were struggling to leave your boyfriend: you were afraid of ending up completely alone. Apart from Minho, you had no one else.

“You have me now,” he stated with resolution, his fierce gaze making you shiver.

“Do you promise?” you almost begged, your glossy and puffy eyes tugging at his heartstrings.

“I promise,” he softly smiled, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug right after.

You froze in your place for a few seconds, but then quickly melted in the warmth of his body and the reassurance of his strong yet delicate hold on you.

“Thank you, Won,” you whispered in his ear, a blush spreading on his cheeks upon hearing the nickname, but thankfully you weren’t able to see it.

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THE LAST THING YOU WERE EXPECTING WAS TO BE PHYSICALLY DRAGGED BY YOUR WRIST TO JUNGWON’S LUNCH TABLE.

Finding yourself in front of six other males—that you found very intimidating—was certainly not on your bingo card. Your new friend was looking at you with pure excitement written on his features, while you were side-eyeing him while internally panicking. In the past few days, you and Jungwon started to spend more time together, hanging out outside of your study sessions. He was making it his mission to show you how you should be rightfully treated, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than ever. With him, everything felt easier, lighter, and more positive. You were able to forget all your problems, all the negativity, and the overthinking. You felt more free. And you felt appreciated.

But while your bond with Jungwon was becoming stronger by the day, the one with your boyfriend was hanging by an extremely thin thread: ever since that video, you had started to avoid him, making excuses not to see him or talk to him on the phone. At times, a part of you would almost feel guilty and would think about confronting him. But almost as if Jungwon could read your mind and sense your struggles, he would appear at the right time and make you magically forget all about Minho.

“Won, what the hell are you doing?” you whispered-yelled in his ear, eyes wide for the surprise.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you,” he smiled at you reassuringly, before turning his attention to his friends with a beaming expression.

“Guys, this is my friend, ___. She’s joining us for lunch, I hope you don’t mind.”

You stood there, fidgeting, while the guys stared at you with curious yet scrutinizing eyes and shared silent but eloquent glances at one another. Finally, it was a guy with a warm smile and shiny eyes who broke the awkward silence.

“Hi, ___. It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Jaeyun, but you can call me Jake.”

And on cue, everyone else started to greet you warmly.

“Yeah, Jungwon talks a lot about you,” teased the one called Sunoo with a sly smirk on his face, causing Jungwon’s ears to turn crimson.

“Please, take a seat. Did you bring something to eat?” Heeseung, the eldest, asked.

“No, I was about to buy something.”

“Stay here with them while I go get us something.” Jungwon quickly butted in, standing up from his seat and scurrying away before you could even protest.

The guys chuckled at his behavior and fell back into silly conversations and playful banter. However, you found yourself quietly listening here and there and observing them. You couldn’t help but feel out of place, like an intruder, and you were pretty sure they weren’t even that happy to have you there but were too polite to say it to your face.

“Hey, you okay?” Jay suddenly brought you back from your spiraling thoughts, making you nod with a small smile.

“Yeah, just.. I didn’t know Won was going to introduce me to you; I understand this is probably really awkward and you don’t like me that much either. So I can totally leave you alone if you want, you can tell me—“

“Wait, what? Have you seen how happy Jungwon was to introduce you to us? He cares for you a lot, and from what he’s told us about you, you seem really nice. So we’re glad to have you here.” Jake immediately reassured you, causing a small smile to form on your face.

And so that’s how your bond with them started, asking each other questions to get to know one another and joking around. When Jungwon returned with both of your lunches, the sight of you smile and laugh so freely with his best friends filled his heart with fondness.

“Hey, don’t have too much fun without me!” he jokingly pouted, sitting right next to you.

“Thanks, Won. How much do I owe you?” you softly smiled at him, but he scoffed in reply, looking almost offended.

“Don’t even think about it. It’s on me,” he firmly stated.

“But—“ you cut yourself off as soon as you saw Minho’s figure making his way towards you with an angry expression. “Oh, shit,” you mumbled under your breath, but loud enough to still be heard by the others.

“What’s wrong, ___?” Jungwon asked, confused, following your gaze to see where you were staring so panicked.

“Oh, shit indeed,” you heard Sunghoon mumble, receiving an elbow in the ribs from Jay.

“It’s okay, ___. You can handle this, I’ll be right next to you,” he whispered in a gentle tone, trying to catch your eyes that were still glued on your boyfriend’s silhouette getting nearer and nearer.

“So that’s why you’ve been ignoring my texts? You’re fucking with him now? Really? Out of all people?” it’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth as soon as he approaches your table.

“Minho… please. Let’s talk somewhere else…” you weakly mumbled while standing up, embarrassed to be having him make a scene right in front of Jungwon’s friends.

“Why? Afraid your new little friends will see your true colors?” he snickered with a dark look in his eyes.

“Hey, man. Don’t speak to her like that,” Jungwon sternly interjected, standing up as well and getting in front of you, protectiveness taking over him.

“Oh, your boy toy spoke up! Weren’t you the one to tell me not to worry about him?” he taunted.

“I don’t owe you an explanation after what you did. Did you think I wouldn’t have found out?” you finally found the strength to remark, anger slowly seeping in you, too.

“So what? Do you want to end it for him? Do you really think he’s genuine about you? He‘s just having his little fun, liking the thrill of chasing something he knows he can’t have. And once you cave in, he’ll leave you. Just like everyone else did in the past. Why else would he suddenly be so nice to you?” he spat with venom, his words filled with mockery and disdain.

You knew he was trying to manipulate you, to feed you with convincing lies to make you crawl back to him. It certainly wasn’t the first time. And exactly because he was able to sound convincing, you could sense your strong facade beginning to waver.

“That’s not true… we’re friends,” you trailed off with a deep frown.

“Friends?” he laughed loudly, “Do I need to remind you what happened with all your other ones? You belong with me, baby. We are the only ones who can get each other, don’t you remember?” he gradually softened his voice, trying to inch closer to you, but you were still hiding behind Jungwon’s broad shoulders. “___, you believe me, right?” he continued.

You vigorously shook your head, silently wishing for his words to stop confusing you and making you hesitate. You instinctively grabbed Jungwon’s hand, squeezing it tightly and hiding further behind him.

“Please, leave me alone. I don’t want to listen to you,” you stammered, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t be foolish, ___. Leave them alone and let’s go eat together.” Minho pressed further, marking each word with a stoic tone.

“You heard her, leave her alone.” Jungwon spat at him, backed up by Heeseung, who stood up to stand next to him.

“Man, I suggest you leave right now. Unless you want to get beaten up by your senior. I don’t think you’d want that for your precious reputation, right?” he threatened your boyfriend, and you were surprised to see him back down that quickly.

“Whatever. It’s not over, Yang. Mark my words,” he pointed a finger at him, storming away right after and finally allowing you to release a deep breath of relief.

Jungwon turned around to you and cupped your cheeks, delicately caressing your face.

“I’m so sorry, ___. You don’t deserve this,” he whispered with tenderness, never breaking eye contact.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. You got into trouble because of me… You have to promise me to be careful, especially at practice. He’s definitely going to try something, I know he will.” You let out your concerns, bringing your hand on top of one of his—that was still on your face—and caressing it lightly.

“Don’t worry about me, princess. He‘s all talk anyway, I bet I’ll do more damage,” he proudly smirked, making you giggle while rolling your eyes at his antics.

“Whatever you say, Won,” you sweetly smiled.

Meanwhile, the other guys, who had watched the whole scene, couldn’t help but quietly snicker at the sight of you two blatantly flirting in front of them.

“Seeing one of my best friends trying to rizz a girl up was clearly not on my bucket list,” joked Sunoo, earning a playful side eye from Jungwon while you shyly hid your reddened face in your hands.

“On a more serious note, though, please don’t hesitate to come to us if you need something,” Heeseung stated with honesty.

“And don’t listen to him. Even if we talked briefly today, we already like you and would love to hang out more. Eat with us from now on,” Jake added, a gentle smile on his lips.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to do it out of pity—“

“Don’t you dare finish that phrase. You’re stuck with us now. Be ready,” Jay butted in, making you laugh.

“Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it,” you warmly smiled.

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JUNGWON MIGHT HAVE UNDERESTIMATED HIS OPPONENT AND SHOULD HAVE PROBABLY TAKEN YOUR WARNING MORE SERIOUSLY BECAUSE NOW HE FINDS HIMSELF WITH A BUSTED LIP AND A FEW OTHER BRUISES.

He couldn’t go home in those conditions, at least not yet. He knew his parents were still awake, so he would have to wait for a few hours. He could have gone to one of his friends’ houses, he knew for a fact they wouldn’t have minded. But somehow, his mind automatically brought him to you, right in front of your door. He contemplated just ringing the doorbell but then reminded himself of the possibility of finding your parents on the other side. So he opted for texting you first.

‘are your parents home?’

‘no, why?’

‘open the front door, i’m outside’

Seeing his beat-up face, you immediately understood what had happened and quickly pulled him inside, guiding him to your bathroom.

“I told you to be careful, I bet you underestimated him. ‘I bet I’ll do more damage’ my ass, look at you,” you sternly scolded him, gesturing to him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

Seeing you both so concerned and annoyed at him made him inevitably smile. And that quickly turned into a knowing smirk as soon as he noticed you were wearing the hoodie he had accidentally left at your house during one of your study sessions.

“Nice hoodie, princess,” he pointed out, making you inevitably blush.

“Shut up and let me fix this,” you huffed, feigning annoyance.

And he actually found himself being silenced the moment he realized how close you were to him, your body standing between his parted legs while your face was leveled down to his to treat his wounds with more efficiency.

He gulped, unable to tear his gaze away from your face, tracing every single feature as if to memorize it. At that moment, he could swear that he had never seen someone as breathtaking as you. His heart was about to burst out of his rib cage, and he surely hoped you weren’t able to hear it. On the other hand, you weren’t doing much better: the proximity was definitely affecting you too, causing a blush to visibly form on your cheeks the moment you noticed his awestruck gaze fixed on you.

“Uhm, I’m done,” you awkwardly cleared your throat, ready to step back from him, but his reflexes were quick, and he was able to swiftly grab you by the waist and stop you in your place.

“Thanks, princess,” he breathed out, gaze dangerously jumping back and forth from your eyes to your lips. “Have you finally broken up with him?” he then asked out of nowhere, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Y-yeah, I did it yesterday before practice. Remember when you saw me with him?” you gulped.

“Mhm,” he nodded slowly.

“By the way, I’m really sorry for what happened. I know he beat you up because of me.” You lowered your gaze to the ground, ashamed.

“It was worth it, anything for you,” he mumbled in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.

You locked eyes once again, and you could clearly see everything that was going on inside of him: affection, longing, desire.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast, pretty. I’d hate to make you uncomfortable,” he told you with fondness, taking your hands in his.

“I.. I need time, Won,“ you whispered back, lowering your gaze to your intertwined fingers.

“Of course, all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere, pretty,” he reassured you, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and leaving a soft kiss. “I should probably go now, it’s getting late and you need to rest,” he then reluctantly let your hands go and stood up, hovering close over you.

“Thank you for taking care of me, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow?” he smiled with a soft gaze, cupping one of your cheeks to leave a feather-like kiss on your forehead.

“Y-yeah,” you mumbled in a daze, blushing profusely and looking up at him with your eyes wide in surprise, making you resemble a deer caught in headlights.

“You’re cute, you know that?” he softly laughed, unable to hide the tenderness in his gaze.

“Stop it,” you bashfully hit him on the chest, trying to hide your reddened face in your hands, but being unable to stop your giggles.

He quickly reached for your hands and removed them from your face to see the effect that he had on you.

“Don’t hide, happiness looks good on you,” he smoothly flustered you once again, receiving a few more punches and a goodbye kiss on the cheek that left him in an equally flustered mess for the entirety of his walk home.

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“SO, WHEN ARE YOU FINALLY CONFESSING?” A SMIRKING JAKE ASKED YOU OUT OF THE BLUE WHILE YOU WERE BOTH STANDING AT THE BUS STOP.

You had found out you both took the same bus home, and that also explained why the first time you met him you thought he looked more familiar than the others. Plus, out of the other guys—Jungwon excluded, of course—you had bonded the most with him. Jake was such a lovable person, the most selfless and sweetest you had ever met, and you two instantly clicked. You also unexpectedly found yourself opening up with him about your past relationship with Minho and your new, confusing feelings toward Jungwon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feigned ignorance, while Jake playfully scoffed.

“Sure… But seriously, what’s stopping you?” he asked with genuine interest.

“How can I know if I’m ready for a new relationship? I’m afraid I’ll end up ruining everything,” you opened up, your eyes full of concern.

“You can feel it when you’re with him. Don’t hold yourself back; I understand you must feel afraid after everything you’ve been through, and I know it will take time to fully heal. But you can do that with him, you know it better than I that he’s willing to do anything to be with you.”

“I guess you’re right…” you mumbled.

“Think about it, okay? Now, let’s talk about real business: wanna come to the arcade later with the guys?” he changed the subject, bringing back his playful vibe.

“I don’t know, Jake… I have some homework left,” you trailed off, unsure.

“Jungwon will be there,” he slyly stated, making you perk up at the info.

“Okay, so?” you feigned indifference, but your rosy cheeks betrayed you right away.

“Oh, come on! You’re acting like you didn’t almost jump when I told you. It could be your chance to make a move, you know? It’s been more than a month and you two keep flirting without concluding anything. The others and I can’t take it anymore,” he dramatically stated, making you laugh.

“Whatever, okay. I’ll be there, let me know the details,” you huffed, while Jake started teasing you about your not-so-little crush.

Listening to Jake ended up being one of the worst decisions you could have made. You were having a lot of fun with the guys, it was impossible not to when hanging out with them. Yet, there was one thing bothering you: Jungwon’s behavior. First of all, when he arrived at the arcade, he barely greeted you, which was very unusual. You tried not to think too much into it and to enjoy your time there. But as time went by, you couldn’t help but notice how he never once interacted with you or looked your way. It was as clear as day that he was ignoring you. But why?

And as if that wasn’t enough, a girl—who was friends with them, too—suddenly joined you guys, but ended up sticking by Jungwon’s side for the whole time. And him? Well, he was surely enjoying her company. The sight inevitably hurt you, and you couldn’t help but reminisce about Minho’s angry words: ‘Do you really think he’s genuine about you? He‘s just having his little fun, liking the thrill of chasing something he knows he can’t have. And once you cave in, he’ll leave you.’ Wasn’t that what was happening now?

But one thing you had learned in the past month was to never let a man affect your mood and control your life. You were there to have fun, spend time with your friends, and take a break from all the studying. You would have loved to do that with Jungwon, but if he was too busy giving all his attention to someone else, what could you do about it? You weren’t even dating, so technically you had no reason to get hurt and jealous.

So, you decided to forget all about him for the rest of the night and focus on the guys. They weren’t stupid, though. They had perfectly noticed Jungwon’s unusual behavior but decided to let it slide as not to ruin the mood. However, Heeseung and Jake, with whom you had bonded the most, eventually ended up addressing the situation. They were worried and wanted to check up on you.

“___, can we ask you what’s going on with Won?” the eldest was the first one to start the conversation.

“I have no idea,” you sighed. “He didn’t talk to me at all, and he barely said ‘Hi.’ ”

“But did something happen? Did you have a fight?” Jake butted in.

“Not at all, he was fine yesterday.”

“It’s weird, even more so the fact that he’s giving his full attention to her.” Heeseung pointed to their friend, Iseul, “They’re not that close and he actually complained to us many times about how clingy she usually is with him.” He frowned, confused too about his friend’s behavior.

“You know what? Two can play this game, let’s make him jealous.” Jake proposed out of the blue with a wide grin and a mischievous glint in his gaze.

“Huh?!” you widened your eyes, almost choking on air, while the eldest exclaimed at the same time: “That’s a good idea!”

“Why not? He’s being a jerk, let’s give him a taste of his own medicine,” he persuaded you.

You rolled your eyes, and let out a sigh. “Fine… but if it ends badly, I’m blaming you two!” you warned, pointing a finger at them.

“Don’t worry, we know him well.”

And so you went along with the plan, spending the rest of the evening by Jake’s side, laughing and bickering like usual, but also having genuine fun. I didn’t take long for Jungwon to notice what was going on, his stare fixed on you two while sending daggers at his best friend. But what made him finally react was Jake purposely leaning closer to whisper in your ear how his plan was being successful. Before his mind could even process his actions, he was already approaching you with big steps and a stoic expression.

“Thanks for taking care of her, man. But I think I’ve got it from here,” he spat, looking at his friend dead in the eyes and protectively swinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, no problem, man. I mean, I wouldn’t have had to do it if you had stuck around from the beginning.” Jake provoked him with a sly smile on his lips.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, and guided you outside of the building.

The chilly air instantly hit you, making you shiver. Jungwon noticed right away and draped his jacket around you.

“Thanks. Glad you’ve finally noticed I was here, too,” you mumbled, your tone laced with sarcasm.

“Well, I don’t think you’ve been noticing me either in the last few days,” he remarked, annoyed.

“What are you talking about? You even came by yesterday to give me ice cream, and I certainly didn’t ignore you,” you crossed your arms, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Yeah, you thanked me and then quickly dismissed me because Jake was calling.”

“I told you he was helping me with physics.”

“But it’s not just that, you two have been attached at the hip ever since you became friends. You even go home together every day.”

“That’s because we take the same bus! I would take it with you if you didn’t have football practice, and you know it… wait, are you jealous?” The realization hit you all of a sudden, making him scoff in disbelief.

“What? Me? Jealous of Jake? As if…” he tried to sound convincing, but his crimson ears betrayed him.

“Were you really jealous of your best friend? Jake Sim, out of all people?” you let out an amused chuckle, your anger fading away.

“You looked like you were having so much fun…” he trailed off, lowering his gaze out of embarrassment.

“Of course I was having fun, he’s become a dear friend to me,” you started, cupping one of his cheeks to make him look at you. “But he isn’t you,” you stated with a newfound confidence, and his heart jumped.

“Yeah?” he choked out, leaning closer.

“Mhm.” You cupped his other cheek, while he sneaked his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

“Princess, you’re killing me,” he connected your foreheads. “I know I said I’d wait for you, and I’m never going to take it back. But please, don’t tease me like this,” he let out in ragged breaths.

“What do you want, Wonie?” you whispered, your hot breath fanning on his parted lips, making him shut his eyes.

“You,” he replied, almost as a plea, tightening his hold on your waist.

“You already do,” you finally confessed, his eyes wide open. “I’m yours, Wonie.” You glanced briefly at his mouth, then back at his eyes.

And that’s all he needed to hear before smashing his lips on yours, taking his time to savor every moment of the kiss. There was no hurry, anyway. It was just you and him, finally giving in to your true feelings and letting yourselves explore them together.

“You’re my princess now, and I’m going to treat you exactly like one,” he swore right there and then, connecting your lips once again.

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ghostface!sunghoon mockingly tilting his masked head with his knife still in hand as he watches you in amusement, the pretty girl he’s been chasing, “unfortunately” get stuck under your plushie covered bed in a lewd position mid-chase wearing only your silky nightdress.

ghostface!sunghoon studying the way your arched back and teasing wiggle of your ass gives him an almost too perfect view of the lacey panties that rest between your soft cheeks and cup your pussy—like you got caught on purpose just to show it off to him—already soaking the fabric with a cute wet spot all for him.

ghostface!sunghoon easily cutting the sides of the pretty panties you put on just for him with two clean swipes. he roughly slides the fabric off, his whole gloved hand resting against your warm, sloppy cunt as presses his hard dick against the back of your thigh.

“silly girl. i know you watch scary movies because you wanna fuck the killers.”

ghostface!sunghoon who makes your twisted fantasies come true and fucks you from behind while you’re still half stuck under your bed, his tone turning dark as he drawls on and on about how many times he’s watched you leave your bedroom curtains half closed at night on purpose, how he’s seen you hump your pillow until you’re a sweaty, filthy mess with your makeup running down your cheeks.

“you knew i was watching didn’t you? were you thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was my big cock in your tight little pussy? how nice and deep i’d fuck you?”

ghostface!sunghoon who takes off his mask for the sole purpose of eating you out, grinning against your pussy knowing that you can’t see him and getting off on the fact that you don’t know who he is but his voice just sounds so familiar as he moans about how sweet you taste, how your pussy’s just so fucking good it’d be a shame to kill you—and how he’d literally kill for it.

ghostface!sunghoon purring as he picks up the pace, completely drunk on your wet, perfect pussy, about how he’s the only one that gets to have you wrapped around his cock, how good you take it, how he’s the only one who has the privilege to taste you on his lips—how you’re now all his.

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✦ KISS ME THRU THE PHONE ━ sjy

pairing ?! jake x fem!reader. genre ?! est. ldr relationship, fluff, so cute, angsty warnings ?! cursing synopsis ?! you and your bfs texts as an ldr a/n ?! hsfdnsd happy bday to this golden retriever! enjoyyy. also i feel like maybe this has been done before so 😞 but as always if u liked this pls like n reblog <33

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gyehyeonist · 5 days ago

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There's just something about how good Jake looked this day. Someone tell me the date of this event, I need more pics of this Jake specifically, pls pls

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gyehyeonist · 5 days ago

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getting overstimulated and degraded by sunghoon.

"daddy’s little angel whore, taking her toys so damn well. you need to be fucked and filled, stretched out until you can't think, isn't that right, baby?"

“such a pretty little bitch in heat, humping daddy’s cock like a good little pet. you’re nothing but a dumb little bitch for daddy."

"that’s it, that's my girl, such a good fucking girl, letting daddy use her like a little fuckdoll. you need to be used so damn badly, babydoll? fucking disgusting-"

"shh, shhh you're such a pretty girl, you need to let daddy finish hurting you, you can't cum without it, can you? such a pretty painslut, daddy’s best girl."

"such a gorgeous little kitten, fucking yourself on daddy’s cock like that. you know you look like a goddamn whore, don't you, babygirl...?"

"my precious little princess, daddy’s best girl, daddy’s gorgeous girl, you look so beautiful all spread out and tied up, all sweet and slutty, like a pretty little present."

"bunnies love to bounce, don't they, sweetheart? you’re nothing but a desperate little bunny, dumb little bunny baby. c’mere... let daddy breed you, honey."

"good little puppy, sweet little puppy, just get on the goddamn ground and hump my leg like a filthy little mutt, hmm? you know that's where you fucking belong."

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gyehyeonist · 5 days ago

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— lust after 𝒽ours.

warnings!( prof×student, degradation, squirting, knotting, pussy slapping hehe (ᵕ—ᴗ—), pure filth. )

grinding your plump ass down on your professor's clothed cock, little whines jumping out of your throat. sunghoon’s chest to your back, sunghoon moans in your ear, snaking a hand underneath your shirt as the other slips up your skirt.

"no panties hm?"

you bit your lip, leaning back into sunghoon as your hips don't stop, spilling sweet slick onto your professor’s pants.

"you're such a slut, walking about with no panties. you want to let everyone see your little pussy and clit, don't you?"

your thighs shift together at the sweet degradation, nipples now poking out of your shirt from arousal.

"now you're pathetically grinding on your professor... anyone could walk in, you know? but you would like that, whore."

sunghoon fondles your little clit, making it practically disappear in his huge hands. you choked on a moan, squirming in lap.

"i love it, i love being a slut for you professor - hnng!" you moan, as your clit gets fondled so roughly.

sunghoon bites your ear as he grabs a handful of one of your big tits, rolling it in his hand. you let out a loud moan, gasping in pleasure. your tits are extra sensitive.

"of course you do, you would just bend over for any man, wouldn't you? you don't even care if it's your professor," sunghoon’s deep voice whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"n-no, i only wanted you, professor ," you reply softly.

sunghoon stops all movement, leaving you in his lap.

suddenly you’re spun around in your professor's lap.

you stare up at your professor, pussy still throbbing in arousal. the professor’s face is unreadable but serious, making you tremble in his lap.

you let out a surprised moan once a finger is shoved into your needy pussy, gripping onto sunghoon’s dress shirt.

"do you even know what you're saying, y/!?" sunghoon growls, thrusting his finger into your slick filled cunt. he barely gives you time to adjust, shoving in another thick finger.

"a-ah- w-wait-!" you helplessly moan, your professor shaking up your pretty cunt. sunghoon yanks your shirt up and your plump tits bounce out, making you blush.

"p-professor," you moan as sunghoon takes a nipple into his hot mouth, licking up the sweet bud. sunghoon fingers don't stop, curling them up.

"a-ah!" you yelp as your body jolts up, sunghoon’s thick fingers grinding against your walls. "i-it's too much hnng!"

sunghoon was all talkative before, now he's focused on ruining the sweet little girl on his lap. he fondles another tit with his free hand, roughly pinching your nipple.

"p-professor, s-stop i'm gonna cum!"

sunghoon doesn't pay much heed to your warning, instead latching his mouth on your other nipple, sucking and rolling it in his mouth.

sunghoon slips in a third finger, thrusting his fingers up and down to shake up your pussy. you scream, he’s hitting your spot at such a fast pace.

"s-stop, professor , s-stop! i can't-!" you desperately moan but you don’t make your professor halt. sunghoon only goes harder, thick fingers working magic in your cunt.

a few more rough shakes and teeth grazing your nipple is all it takes for you to lose it.

you moan, cumming all over your pretty skirt, arching your body in pleasure, almost falling over if it weren't for the professor’s free arm supporting your back. you cry out, tears spilling onto your cheeks, cumming harder than you ever had by yourself.

but what shocks the both of you is the rush of thin slick all over the professor’s hand.

you squirt, screaming through the pleasure, even dirtying the sunghoon’s pants beneath you. you can't stop, moaning and sobbing through it. sunghoon pulls away from your chest in amazement. you’re trembling in your professor's grip and sunghoon can clearly feel your thighs shaking.

you finally manage to stop squirting, going boneless and limp in the professor’s arms.

sunghoon groans at the sight, slipping his fingers out with a wet /squelch/ that you didn’t have the mind to be embarrassed about.

you’re panting hard, chest rapidly rising and falling. you’re drooling, eyes glazed over; so fucked out.

"you are so fucking hot, y/n." sunghoon said while kissing you, leaving you all breathless, barely able to kiss back.

"hnng," is all you can manage, trying to kiss back, weakly gripping onto your professor's shirt.

sunghoon rolls his hips forward and the you moan wantonly, feeling the hard clothed bulge rub against your exposed pussy. your wet pussy twitches, spilling slick all over the bulge.

you grind down on your professor's cock again, making the both of you moan into each other's mouths. you pull away, resting your forehead against your professor’s as you try to catch your breath.

"p-professor," you softly call out and the proffered hums. "p-please… fuck me."

the older curses under his breath in arousal and you clearly feel his cock twitch underneath you. you giggle before grinding down on it once more.

"make me squirt again, professor."

you gasp as the professor suddenly picks you up and pushes you onto the desk. the professor presses your thighs against your chest, causing your skirt to flip and expose your wet, ruined pussy. you blush at the cool air on your pussy as well as your professor staring at your stretched pussy so closely.

"you want my cock so bad huh?" sunghoon questions as he slaps your swollen pussy. you gasp in surprise, jolting with the harsh slap.

"oh? you like this, don't you?" he lifts his hand to show you the slick all over it. "one slap and you're leaking all over my hand."

sunghoon rains another slap, and you cry out, pussy pulsating at the sweet pain. you whine and wiggle your ass.

"please your cock hng ah!" another slap onto your pussy sends you arching and squirming.

“patience,slut”

you whimper, taking slap after slap on your pussy, soon leaking all over your professor's hand and drooling at the numb pleasure.

sunghoon unexpectedly slaps your little clit and you scream before squirting all over the table.

you cry, tears running down your cheeks as you’re squirting uncontrollably from your gaping pussy, thighs trembling through it. you’re arching on the table, toes curling at the intense pleasure as the professor strokes your thigh through it.

you soon come down, panting heavily as you tremble underneath your professor's grip.

"hnng," you whine, completely blissed out and unfocused. you reach out blindly, whimpering, "p-professor."

the older man is instantly holding your hand, using his other hand to brush your hair out of your face.

"you did so well, baby," sunghoon praises, giving you a quick kiss. "here's your reward."

you hear the professor taking off his belt before you feel him raw, hard cock grinding against your slick pussy. one grind and his cock is practically coated with slick. you whine, wanting the cock you’ve been yearning for so long.

your jaw goes slack with a debauched moan as he finally slides in.

inch after inch disappearing into your swollen rim, making the both of you groan heavily.

you swear you’ve never been more stuffed full in your life, the professor’s cock is so fat, so long.

despite you being fingered and worked open, your slick pussy still clamps down hard onto sunghoon’s cock. you curse loudly as he pushes to the hilt, until his balls hit your cheeks. you feel the zipper of the professor’s pants run against your skin, blushing as you realize you’re all exposed as your professor is all clothed and professional.

sunghoon sits balls deep as he tries to learn how to breathe again with how tight and wet the girl in front of him is. and you can't wrap your head around how fucking /huge/ your professor is, panting hard and feeling so full.

“y-you’re so big, professor hng stretches out my pussy so wide,” you say, feeling the fat cock twitch in your pussy and you’re half delirious already.

after a minute, the professor does a small grind into your pussy and that alone sends you arching up, pussy twitching around the thick cock.

"hng wait i'm still- ah, sensitive," you beg, trembling already. the professor bites back a groan, the sweet pussy so snug around his cock.

sunghoon cannot hold back anymore, drawing his hips back before slamming it in balls deep once again. you choke on a moan, spent pussy spurting cum all over your inner thighs.

"p-professor w-wait…!" you desperately moan, unable to stop sunghoon’s hips from using your pussy.

"what? thought you wanted my cock," sunghoon teases, angling his hips to try to find the your sweet spot. you jolt, jaw dropping in an intense silent scream as a feeling of euphoria washes over you and the professor smirks, knowing he hit the spot dead on.

your pussy is all red and swollen, oozing with loads of cum even after cumming twice already. it cutely bobs with each thrust of sunghoon’s monster cock, making the older chuckle.

"it's so cute.." sunghoon comments, flicking your small clit, making you gasp and sob. "so useless… you're just a little slut that is made to be fucked anyways, it's no wonder."

"o-only want- hng! professor's cock," you manage to get out through your tears and moans, delicate hand shooting out to place it on top of the alpha's big one holding your thigh.

the professor goes silent.

before he pulls out all the way and /slams/ back in.

you immediately cry out, head thrown back as the entrance of your womb is hit by the tip of the professor’s cock.

"I hope you know-" sunghoon pulls back slowly and then harshly slams back in, causing you to brokenly cry out, thighs trembling. "what this means," he finishes.

you moan, feeling the beginning of the professor’s growing knot against your swollen rim, wiggling your hips down to try and get it deeper. you clench down hard, as if you were trying to suck in the professor’s cock and knot. sunghoon throws his head back at the incredibly tight pussy wrapped around his cock, staining it all over with sticky precum.

"p-please… knot me professor."

and that's all it takes for him to grunt and shove his half knot into your pussy.

you scream, cumming all over yourself as you feel him entering your fertile womb. he moans at you clenching down with his orgasm, knot inflating to the max, plugging up your sweet pussy.

you cry at the stretch, trembling violently as you squirts all over the cock. however, it's all plugged up by the professor's cock, making you feel so full.

sunghoon’s face scrunches up in pleasure, and spurts loads of thick semen straight into the your womb, unable to hold back any longer.

he curses and throws his head back, hips grinding to ride out his release. you squeal, own little spent pussy squirting a bit more cum at the fat knot rubbing /right/ against your sweet spot.

the tight womb pulsates around sunghoon’s cock, causing you to moan once again, milking out a few more spurts of potent professor’s semen.

the two of you are soon able to finally stop cumming, and the professor drops down, resting his forehead onto yours. you both take a moment to catch your breaths, panting heavily and all sweaty.

you’re the first one to move, arm coming up to the back of sunghoon’s neck to pull him down for a light kiss. sunghoon kisses you back before pulling away to plant kisses on your nose, cheeks, and forehead.

you softly giggle, so happy to be in the arms of your professor.

"let's get you into a more comfortable position, hm?" he says and you nod before wrapping your arms around sunghoon’s broad shoulders.

he lifts you up and sits back into the chair so you’re sitting in his lap, still stuck on his knot.

you pull cuddles into sunghoon’s neck, sniffing his manly scent, making the older man smile softly, holding you close.

"y/n," he calls and the you hum in acknowledgement. "I don't know what this all means."

you pull back to face the taller man as you feel a pair of hands circle your waist, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"but it doesn't mean I don't want to try, that's not what I meant ." he is quick to chastise, making you visibly relax in his arms. "I meant let's take this slow and not rush into things hm?"

"okay, let's do that," you smile, leaning forward to give sunghoon a quick kiss before snuggling back into his shoulder.

you both relax and chat lightly, cuddling with each other as the professor’s knot slowly goes down. once it deflates enough, you stutters, face flushing red.

"is something wrong?" sunghoon worriedly cups your red cheeks.

"it's just- uhm your cum…"

"my what?"

"your cum is leaking out professor…"

"oh…"

"hng how do I get up then?"

sunghoon suddenly gets an idea, smirking and you tilt your head in confusion.

"what?"

he doesn’t answer, carefully laying you onto the desk again before pulling out. you blush at the dirty squelch your pussy made, so fucked out with cum and slick.

he squats down and licks up all the cum from your ruined cunt and you immediately close your legs around the professor's head, whimpering. you weakly moans as the professor cleans up your leaking pussy.

the professor stands up, tipping your chin slightly up.

"open."

you obey and the professor opens your mouth and sticks his tongue, letting his own semen drip into your mouth.

you moan, collecting all the semen into your mouth eagerly, as if you were grateful for the gift. sunghoon finishes, holding your rosy cheeks with one hand to look at your mouth all full with his semen. he proudly smirks at the sight.

"swallow."

you obey again, gulping down all the cum in mouth. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show you drank it all down.

"good girl," he praises, petting your hair.

he grabs some tissues and wet wipes to clean the both of you as best as he can, as well the desk.

"ah this should do for now," he says as throws away the wipes and you shyly nods, feeling so vulnerable but safe.

sunghoon then pulls down your shirt to dress you before he reaches over to get an extra long sleeved shirt he keeps near his desk. sunghoon dresses you in it to make sure you’re warm and covered. he quickly tucks himself back into his pants and zips it up.

"cmon, i'll take you to my place." he reaches out to take your delicate hand. "don't worry, we'll just shower and sleep okay? I don't want to leave you alone..."

you nod with a smile before hopping off the desk, your skirt flowing down at the same time. you wobble, latching onto your professor for support.

you both laugh and the professor soon ends up carrying you on his back to the car. you’re lucky this is a time where not many staff or students are around.

he gently places you into the passenger seat before getting into the other side. the professor smiles, noticing how small you look in your seat.

the professor starts driving with some soft music on the late night radio as you’re staring out the window aimlessly. you suddenly feels a big hand on your bare thigh, making you turn your head.

sunghoon is focusing on driving but there's a smile clear on his face, making you smile too, warmth spreading through your chest.

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