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[snooyaki]

love in the air

sunghoon x fem!reader ┋ cw: mean boy sunghoon, angst, lowercase intended, 500-1k wc, not proofread (let me know if i missed something!)

there was no doubt that slytherin and gryffindor were rivals, as for you and sunghoon it was no different. the animosity between the two of you had been brewing since the first match of the season. slytherin versus gryffindor. it had been a brutal game, with both sides playing their hearts out, but in the end, slytherin had won by a single point. sunghoon had made sure to rub it in every chance he got. he wasn’t content with just winning; he needed to make you feel like a failure for losing.

“maybe if you spent more time practicing and less time talking, you might actually score next time,” he’d sneered at you in the corridor a few days after the match. his words had stung, but you’d fired back with equal venom, refusing to let him see how much his taunts hurt.

“maybe if you weren’t so full of yourself, you wouldn’t need to compensate by being a jerk,” you’d shot back, earning a cold, disdainful smirk from him. it was a battle of wills, each of you refusing to back down.

as the season went on, the tension between you and sunghoon only grew. every time gryffindor and slytherin faced off, it felt like a personal grudge match. your teammates noticed it too, and they’d often tease you about it, suggesting that maybe the reason you and sunghoon were so hostile was because there was something more beneath the surface. you’d always laugh it off, insisting that there was no way you could ever like someone as insufferable as him.

but then, during the final match of the season, something changed.

it was gryffindor versus slytherin again, and the stakes were higher than ever. the quidditch cup was on the line, and both teams were determined to win. the match was intense, with both sides fighting tooth and nail for every point. you were in the zone, flying faster and harder than you ever had before. nothing mattered except the game.

then, in a split second, everything went wrong. you’d been diving for the quaffle, but another player collided with you mid-air, knocking you off course. you lost your grip and started to fall. the world spun around you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you were going to hit the ground.

but before you could, a strong hand grabbed your arm, yanking you back onto your broomstick. you looked up, dazed, and found yourself staring into sunghoon’s dark eyes. he was glaring at you, but there was something else in his expression too—something you couldn’t quite place.

“watch where you’re going, idiot,” he snapped, but there was an edge of concern in his voice that threw you off. before you could respond, he let go of your arm and zoomed off, leaving you hovering in place, stunned.

after the match, which gryffindor narrowly won, you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. sunghoon had saved you. he didn’t have to, but he did. it didn’t make sense. he hated you, didn’t he?

the question gnawed at you for days, and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him in the hallway, determined to get some answers.

“why did you save me?” you demanded, blocking his path.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “what are you talking about?”

“during the match. you didn’t have to catch me, but you did. why?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i don’t know. it was just instinct. maybe i didn’t want to win that way. does it matter?”

“it matters to me,” you insisted, refusing to back down.

for a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. then, to your surprise, he softened, just a little. “look, just because i’m competitive doesn’t mean i want you to get hurt, alright? we might be on opposite teams, but that doesn’t mean i want you dead.”

the admission caught you off guard, and for the first time, you saw something other than arrogance in his eyes. there was vulnerability there, buried deep, but it was there. maybe he wasn’t as heartless as he wanted everyone to believe.

“so, you don’t hate me?” you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

sunghoon scoffed, but there was no real malice in it. “hate’s a strong word. i just… you’re annoying, alright? always so stubborn and determined. but i guess i can respect that.”

you blinked, not sure what to say. this was the closest thing to a compliment you’d ever gotten from him.

“you’re not so bad yourself,” you finally muttered, feeling a strange warmth in your chest. it was the first time you’d ever admitted it, even to yourself, but maybe—just maybe—there was something more between you and sunghoon than just rivalry.

he smirked at your words, but this time, it wasn’t mocking. “don’t go getting soft on me, gryffindor. we’re still enemies on the pitch.”

“we’ll see about that,” you shot back, a small smile tugging at your lips.

and for the first time, sunghoon didn’t respond with a sneer or a sharp retort. instead, he just looked at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual, before he turned and walked away.

as you watched him go, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, the line between enemies and something more had started to blur.

[snooyaki]

a place in my heart - y.jw

warning(s) : bf!jungwon x fem!reader, so much fluff 😭, comfort, jungwon calls reader baby + angel, reader is stressed from homework;(

note(s) : i know i’ve been so ia with writing but heres a little something i just wrote for fun >.< i keep working on my mark smau on and off but nobody told me smaus take so much storage + motivation.. sorry to keep you guys waiting (-｡-;

wc : 519 ( sorry its so short ( ´△｀) )

lately, homework given by your professors has been weighing you down and quite literally busting your ass from having to sit in all your classes then sit again doing homework at home. this has been so stressful on you to the point where you stopped seeing a bunch of friends, telling them home much work you have to do when you get home.

sadly enough, that group of people included your sweet, angel-like boyfriend, yang jungwon. jungwon was the sweetest boy that has ever walked into your life, you were convinced he was sent from heaven.

you and jungwon met at a dog cafe while you both were out with your shared friend group, which was made because one of your friends started dating. at the hangout, you two caught each others eyes and started talking, even getting his number when everybody was leaving towards home.

its been 2 years since that happened and a year and a half since you two started dating, and all you could say was that jungwon had made you so much happier now than before.

now back to present, so much work has been piled on you by multiple professors, making it hard for you to keep up and stay calm under so much pressure. you couldn’t even agree to hangout with your girlfriends because of how much work you had when you got home, even your boyfriend couldn’t get you to come out of your dorm!

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one night the work was so much that you couldn’t handle it, feeling so stupid for not understanding how to do the equations on the paper in front of you, nor even understand how to read them. tears welled up in your eyes as you attempted to dab them away with the sleeves of your boyfriends hoodie, hoping the sleeping jungwon behind you didn’t wake up due to the little sounds of you silently crying. but the attempt failed, sniffing was heard and tear drops successfully fell out of your eyes and down your face.

hearing shuffling behind you, you quickly pulled the hood over your head and wiped away your own tears as quick as you could, but you were late.

“baby? why are you crying?” you heard your boyfriends sleepy but worried voice from behind you, still sniffling but slightly quieter, staying silent at his question. you heard more shuffling, until you felt a familiar pair of arms hugging you from behind. “come to bed baby, it’s cold without you. take a break from the homework, you’ll have all day tomorrow to finish it i promise you. i’ll even help you, just please come to bed and rest..” he spoke to you sweetly, knowing you couldn’t resist him.

and that’s exactly how you found yourself almost asleep in your boyfriends sweet arms, finally in dreamland after weeks of stress being thrown onto you. this was just what you needed, and jungwon knew that.

“you’ll always be taken care of, especially in my heart angel.” you heard jungwon say to you before kissing your forehead, both of you falling fast asleep not even minutes later.

[snooyaki]

𓂃౨ৎ enha bf texts !

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warnings .ᐟ intense swearing in jungwons .. note: im back from a mini hiatus with enha bf texts! im currently working on the other chapters for barista boy, have this in the meantime! :)

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[snooyaki]

hi everyone ! i hope everyone had/is having a wonderful day :)

i have decided to turn my most successful work, barista boy into a full fic! wohoo 🥳

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𓂃.ᐟ 𖦹 MOTH TO A FLAME

paring ୨୧ : taesan x female reader

genre ୨୧ : angst

warnings ୨୧ : taesan is an ass, alcohol, aggressive makeout, cussing

wc ୨୧ : 2669

a/n : im back w a taesan fic FINALLYYY!! pls listen to this song while reading!! moth to a flame by the weeknd is what inspired me! hope u all enjoy 💋

all your friends say hes the one, his love for you is true.

SHE COULD NOT STOP thinking about the way his hands cupped her face, smashing his soft plush lips against hers as they kissed roughly to the point it left her lips all swollen and bruised the next morning.

or the feeling of his fingertips grazing over her waist before giving it a tight squeeze as he pressed her up against the wall, nipping at the thin skin of her neck.

god, y/n could think about him all day long.

“y/n! you should totally go for him!”

y/n snapped out of her daydreams, her eyes trailing from the wall, to her friend who sat in front of her. the girl blinked a few times, realization slowly hitting her.

she had just dozed off for the third time that day. she needed to get a hold of herself.

y/n rubbed the nape of her neck with a soft embarrassed chuckle, tilting her head to the side with slight shame.

“sorry … what are we talking about again..?”

wonyoung groaned as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “hellooo, we’re talking about myeong jaehyun!” she reminded, her lips pouted slightly as she frowned at you not listening to her.

right, the upperyear myeong jaehyun. the captain of the soccer team and the school’s sweetheart. y/n’s friends had been trying hard to set the two up after finding out that jaehyun had just a little crush on you, a little meaning a lot.

you were pretty, kind, and lit up a room with your warm smile. how could myeong jaehyun not fall for a girl like you?

despite all the attention she received at school, she showed no interest in any of the boys around her. sure jaehyun was good looking, played soccer, and had such a good personality, but y/n showed little to no interest in the soccer boy. the girl’s friends had always wondered why, but never wondered because of who.

“he obviously likes you y/n, why dont you just give it a shot?” minji piped in, finally lifting her nose out of her book she had been hooked on for days.

y/n shook her head with a sigh, reaching into her bag to bring out the compact mirror she planned on using to make herself look “busy”.

“im not interested in myeong jaehyun.” you stated, staring at the three girls surrounding you before opening up your mirror as your eyes scanned your face.

the lipstain was rubbing off, slightly revealing your bruised lips. y/n had decided to wear a darker plum coloured lip shade in attempts to hide the bruising. it seemed to be doing a good job considering none of her friends had noticed. at least the concealer covering your dark hickey was holding up.

“but y/nnn! myeong jaehyun is so good for you, hes perfect!” sullyoon beamed excitedly, her eyes watching as you swipe the soft applicator across your bottom lip while concentrating on your reflection in the mirror.

“cant talk, busy.” you mutter, causing all three girls to let out an exasperated groan.

“myeong jaehyun huh? i agree.”

y/n knit her eyes brows as she gazed up, only wishing she hadnt. it wasn’t odd for him to show up whenever y/n was hanging out with her friends. his best friends, jungwon and leehan, were friends with hers, wonyoung and sullyoon. but no matter how many times she could see him in a day, she would always be taken by surprise.

“see, even jungwon agrees.” minji sighed, shaking her head as the three boys came to sit with the girls.

y/n felt a shiver go down her spine seeing him take a seat diagonally across from her, fighting every urge she had to not look his way.

“jaehyun is a good guy, right taesan?”

leehan nudged his friends shoulder to get his attention, watching as the boy shrugged his shoulders with a disinterested nod. “hes alright.”

“y/n, hey!”

speak of the devil.

the group look up to be met with none other than a smiling myeong jaehyun, whos attention was all on you. it took your friends everything in them to not stop squealing, hitting each other in excitement.

y/n smiled lightly back at the male, slowly scooting down in her seat to make room for the other. “hi jaehyun, no soccer practice today?” you question as the male takes a seat next to you happily.

jaehyun shakes his head like an obedient puppy, gazing at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “not today, i thought id come see you.” he chuckled, as you lightly smile in response.

“so cute ….” wonyoung whispered to minji next to her as they fangirled at the sight of you two together.

no one seemed to notice the smirk playing over taesans lips, as he watched you and jaehyun interact closely, and carefully.

no one seemed to notice but you.

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but does he know you call me when he sleeps?

“so, myeong jaehyun huh?”

you roll his eyes at the mention of his name, running a hand through your hair as you flipped onto your stomach, laying on the bed with your feet in the air.

“dont mention his name, taesan.” the girl sighed, resting her chin against the palm of her hand.

you could hear taesans sinister chuckle on the other side of the line. you can just see the stupid smirk he has on his face.

“why? i wanna talk about it.” taesan hummed in response.

“does he know about me?”

y/n shook her head with a light huff. in all honesty, you were a bit upset at taesan. y/n didn’t know why or how she ended up on the phone with him at 1:16 am. but thats how every night went. well, those nights they werent together.

but does he know the pictures that you keep?

y/n had been spending her night peacefully on her bed, soft music playing from her speakers as she scrolled through her phone aimlessly, before finding herself going through her photos. more specifically, the photos you and taesan had taken together the morning after a steamy night. all bundled in your bedsheets, naked, and holding each other close.

thats how you found your way to the phone app, pressing on taesans contact.

in all honesty, you were upset at him after finding him in the washroom of a party kissing another girl. after catching him you two broke out in a huge fight. its not the first time it had happened. you two were nothing but friends with benefits. but of course, as always someone catches feelings within that relationship. that someone was you.

“im not talking about this with you taesan.” you reply shortly, and bluntly. taesan could tell you were upset.

“are you still upset?” taesan questioned in a taunting and irritated tone. that was enough to get you all riled up again.

“i dont know, you tell me.” she spat viciously, hearing a scoff coming from the male on the other line.

“oh dont start-“

“you were supposed to be with me that night!” you shouted at him, your hands catching a hold on one of your stuffed animals as you squeezed it to your chest for comfort, sitting up from your laid position before taking a deep breath, “but no, like the dick you are you just had to be fucking another girl when you told me you would stick by me that night- you know what i dont know why i trusted you. this always fucking happens with you!!” y/n finally concluded, feeling herself get choked up with tears at the end.

but does he know the reasons that you cry?

you were crying again. crying all because of han taesan.

“the fuck did i tell you that night, y/n?” taesan spat, causing you to almost flinch from the venom dripping from his voice.

“stop acting like we’re dating.”

y/n held her breath at his words. right. they weren’t dating. she had somehow forgot that when spilling out her emotions just now.

“youre really fucking annoying, you know that? god. we arent even dating and you’re just so suffocating.” taesan groaned.

his words hit her like a stone. tears were spilling from her eyes as she tried her best to keep quiet. she could not let han taesan hear her cry, although she knew he knew.

“we’re over taesan. i fucking mean it.” your shaky voice concluded. you couldnt take it anymore. you needed to be free from satan himself.

“baby, there wasnt even a beginning to start with.”

“go to hell.” you growled, ready to just hang up the phone before taesan had spoke, causing you to pause in your tracks.

“no matter how much love he gives you, you’ll always come back.” taesans voice spoke eerily, causing you to run a hand through your hair frustratedly, a sniffle coming from you as you continued to silently sob.

you knew it was true.

“you’ll never escape me.”

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buzz, buzz, buzz!

y/n’s phone would not stop buzzing as the girl stared at the device that lay on her bed in distress. no. you couldnt. you cant answer that damn phone.

you could not give in to han taesan this time.

“y/n!” sullyoon, snapping y/n out of her thoughts as she gazed her attention up towards the girl appearing from out of her closet. “should i wear this tonight?” the girl questioned, as she smiled, nodding her head in approval.

“you’ll look so pretty yoon.” you hummed, as she nodded her head retreating back into the closet.

it had been two weeks since your last argument with taesan over the phone, and two weeks since you last spoke to him.

it had never went on for that long. y/n was scared. no matter how badly taesan treated her, she was scared of losing him.

so, she decided to spend a lot more time with jaehyun.

she knew it was wrong, using jaehyun to get over taesan, as well as get back at him. all of her friends approved of this sudden change. they really believed jaehyun was the perfect guy for her.

“your boyfriend is the best y/n, tell him thanks for getting us into this party.” minji hummed, focusing as she dabbed eyeshadow onto her eyelid.

y/n shook her head with a soft sigh and an eyeroll as she sat at her vanity, gazing into the mirror and lightly curling her hair.

“hes not my boyfriend.”

“yet.” wonyoung intervened, spritzing perfume on her neck before looking at you. “not your boyfriend yet.” she snickered.

after an eternity y/n and the girls had finally finished getting ready, making their way inside the huge house party as the booming music rang through their ears.

“oh! guys its jaehyun- y/nnn its jaehyunnn!” wonyoung slurred, as minji and sullyoon squealed in excitement.

maybe you four went a little hardcore during your pregame.

“hey … you guys okay?” jaehyun chuckled lightly, eyes widening at the sight of you stumbling.

jaehyun quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, steadying your balance. you, drunk and in heels was not a good combination.

y/n’s red face gazed up at jaehyun, a tipsy smile playing over her lips. “jaehyun!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around the males neck latching onto him with her dear life.

jaehyun was flustered. it was her first time making physical contact with him. although you were drunk, he loved it.

“hey y/n,” jaehyun chuckled, snaking his arm around your waist as he gazed down at you with a blush over his cheeks. “come on, lets get you some water.” jaehyun suggested, guiding you through the busy crowd.

“no!” you exclaimed, grabbing jaehyuns hand before dragging him with much force towards the dance floor. “come on, lets dance.”

it didnt take much for jaehyun to give in, and forget about grabbing the drunken girl a cup of water. here he was, dancing with you on the dance floor as your bodies pressed against each other from the crowd.

you knew he was watching.

there taesan stood, a drink in his hand as he leaned up against the kitchen doorway, watching you and jaehyun like a hawk. his grip on his red solo cup grew tighter, and tighter as he watched you and jaehyun get closer, and closer.

he didnt know why he was so upset. taesan swore he only liked y/n for casual hookups. but no, with the feeling of jealousy raising inside of him, he didnt have time to think and reason with himself.

“hey, han. you okay?” a voice spoke, although not catching taesans attention whatsoever as his eyes remained on the pair.

taesan downed his drink in one harsh gulp, wiping the alcohol spilling from the sides of his mouth before throwing his cup aside.

“im fine.” he stated coldly, fiercely making his way towards you.

taesan shoved past the crowd aggressively causing others to stumble at the determination. the boy grabbed jaehyun’s shoulder, pulling him away from you with much force.

“hey- what the fuck man??” jaehyun shouted, displeased. but it didnt phase taesan, who was busy staring down at the girl.

“youre coming with me.” he growled, causing you to raise your eyebrows in shock.

taesan grabbed your wrist, making his way through the crowd as he yanked you with him.

“hey!- hey taesan- ow! stop!!” you shouted, although taesan paid no attention to your discomfort.

or tell me does he know where your heart lies?

y/n took a deep breath of crisp air when finally out of the crowd, gazing around curiously in attempt to identify where they were headed.

“slow down tae!” you exclaim, drunkly struggling to keep up with his pace.

it all happened so fast.

taesan grabbed the bathroom door, yanking it open as he pulled you inside and shoved you up against the wall. the taller then slammed his hands on either side of your head, causing a small flinch.

you would be lying if you said you hadn’t found this action deadly attractive.

“what the fuck was that stunt you pulled over there?” taesan questioned, cocking his head to the side in a taunting way.

“what are you talking about? why does it matter to you.” y/n hissed back, gazing into taesans eyes daringly.

your reply only infuriated him more, lifting a hand from the wall as he harshly grabbed your face, a sound in surprise escaping past your glossed lips.

“fuck. you drive me crazy.”

with that, taesans lips came crashing down onto yours. the two shared a heated, yet passionate and longing kiss. a kiss full of desire, and desperation. it was different from all your other kisses. a good different.

“i want you, y/n. shit i want you so bad.” taesan muttered into the kiss as you felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

god this boy will be the death of you.

taesan wrapped his free arm around your waist, grazing and touching you as much as he could as his hand landed on your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. y/n knit her eyebrows, moaning into the messy kiss and arching her back in response.

“then have me. for real.” you replied, causing him to pull away. your eyes trailed down to his swollen lips, seeing your tinted lip gloss smeared all over his chin. it was quite a sight to see.

taesan stood quiet, his heavy eyes gazing into the girls as nothing but the muffled booming music and their heavy breaths echoing through their ears.

“youre mine, l/n y/n.” taesan finally stated. “youre mine, and no one else’s. you hear me?” the male spoke, his hand tugging your face closer to his.

y/n nodded in response, a playful smile over her lips. “i hear you han taesan.”

where it truly lies.

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𓂃 ⋆⑅˚₊ ICE FAIRY ❅

paring ୨୧ sunghoon x female reader genre ୨୧ fluff

warnings ୨୧ cussing, pressured hoon wc ୨୧ 1517

a/n: im not gna lie this isnt my best 😅 but i hope you all enjoy it either way ! LOL

SHE COULDN’T BELIEVE the words coming out of her teachers mouth. it was like everything had stopped around her, tuning out the world to only focus on the negative thoughts running through her mind.

“park sunghoon??? you want me to write the school paper on park sunghoon??”

y/n was not a fan of figure skating, that was a fact. sure it was an elegant and beautiful sport to watch, but she believed all figure skaters were stuck up narcissists. a controversial opinion, but true to her. never in her two years of being the head journalist for the school’s newspaper would she have thought of covering the sport she hated most.

hated all because of park sunghoon.

sunghoon was the talk of the town. y/n had to admit, he had the whole package. tall, freakishly good looking, excelled in all of his classes — but there was just one thing missing. a heart. just like his profession, sunghoon was cold, rude, and narcissistic in y/n’s eyes. god was she dreading this interview.

“oh come on y/n, having thee park sunghoon in the paper would be a hit!“ the teacher spoke, beaming with excitement. y/n couldn’t let her favourite teacher down with the look on the teachers face.

“i expect your piece to be done by thursday the latest.”

y/n’s eyes widened largely, jaw dropping at the new information that was given. “thursday..? but thursday is in like, three days!” the girl exclaimed, the panic soon beginning to rise.

tomorrow. you had to talk to the ice prince tomorrow? she wasn’t prepared. she didn’t have time to mentally prepare herself before facing satan himself. y/n was quite the dramatic.

“so you better get on it. good luck!”

y/n stood in the empty club room dumbstruck. sunghoon hated your guts. the both of you weren’t cut out to make this paper a success. but y/n had to try. this was her job. she wasn’t going to let a little ice fairy get in her way.

the girl took a deep breath in, nodding her head in determination with a light grin playing on her lips.

“you’ve got this.”

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‘you so dont got this.’ was all y/n could think as she stood in the cold rink, watching as the skaters danced across the ice with their pristine charisma. y/n could smell the snobbiness from a mile away.

the girl’s eyes scanned the ice in search of a particular boy, before here eyes had stopped. there he was, thee park sunghoon. thee ice prince of korea.

‘bullshit.’ was all that went through your head with an eye roll.

y/n watched carefully as sunghoon’s sharp eyes met hers, feeling her body immediately stiffen. sunghoon intimidated the hell out of her, but she would never admit that.

‘god … why does he have to be so good looking?’

sunghoon began making his way over to the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiousness. “l/n y/n …. i would have never thought to see you here.” the boy snickered, earning a scoff from the other.

sunghoon knew your hatred towards him and his sport. it amused him. he didn’t know why he found you quite amusing.

“lets just make this short, and simple, ice fairy.” y/n sternly spoke with a soft sigh in defeat heard in her tone, staring up into his eyes. his dark beautiful eyes— no. she needed to get a hold of herself.

y/n was snapped back into reality at the sudden head shake in protest for sunghoon, causing a scowl to quickly form over her face. “what is that supposed to mean?”

sunghoon chuckled to himself, gazing down at the ice before that smirk played on his lips. that stupid fangy smirk you hated, but loved so much.

sunghoon met your eyes once again, his expression only hardening. “you want to talk?” sunghoon questioned, cocking his head to the side in a teasing manner, confusing y/n. “i only talk on the ice.”

oh how park sunghoon made your blood boil.

“w-what?? sunghoon you cant be serious!” you shouted at the male, but it was too late. he was already skating backwards, deeper into the rink with a simple shrug as his response.

today was going to be a long day.

and that it was. of course y/n didn’t know how to skate. trying to keep up with sunghoon on the ice while focusing on the questions written down in her notepad was a challenge. especially when the figure skater refused to be cooperative. the voice recording only consisted of sunghoons devilish snickers followed by, “ow!”, “be serious!”, “fuck you sunghoon!”.

y/n couldn’t possibly see this was going in the right direction.

“do you ever feel like you’re missing out on a ‘normal’ high school experience? i mean because of your intense training schedule, you barely even—“

sunghoon stopped abruptly, letting out a harsh sigh as the white puff escaped from his lips. he was irritated. you could tell. the way his dark eyebrows crinkled in frustration as his fang poked at his bottom lip.

“are there any other questions?” sunghoon spat harshly, causing y/n to raise her eyebrow in surprise at the male’s sudden outburst. it took the girl by surprise, although on proved her point further on her opinion of figure skaters.

‘arrogant and annoying.’ she thought, a deep sigh coming from her as she scanned over the rest of her questions. “okay. how do you deal with the pressure of competitions, especially with so many eyes watching you—“

you were cut off again.

“im done with this interview.” sunghoon stated, as your eyes widened at his response.

“what?? but i didnt even get to finish my questions!” she exclaimed, attempting to chase after the boy on her skates only to fail miserably.

“youve got enough answers.” sunghoon coldly spoke over his shoulder, getting off of the ice before stomping away.

y/n’s eyes scanned sunghoons face, seeing the irritation and anger written all over her expression. she felt … bad?

maybe she went a little too far.

the next day at school was rough. y/n tried grabbing sunghoon’s attention all day, but he wouldn’t even look her way. in the hallway as she waved her hands like a crazy person, in the lunchroom where she shouted his name multiple times earning odd stares from the students around her, and right now, as she stood by his locker waiting for him to arrive.

y/n wanted to apologize. after she had replied the encounter in her mind over three hundred times last night, she could see why sunghoon had gotten so upset. her questions were provoking him. she hadn’t even realized she wrote them in a way that would purposely irritate him.

y/n gazed down at her feet as she leaned her back up against sunghoon’s locker. the girl nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, before hearing footsteps approaching. that was until two feet appeared in front of hers. y/n slowly trailed her gaze up the others tall figure, as her eyes landed on the face of the person she hated most. but this time, she was beginning to feel it was not so much.

“what do you want, y/n.” sunghoons tired voice sighed, as he ran a hand through his dark hair frustratedly.

you could see it now. everything. the incident opened your eyes to finally somewhat understand your most hated enemy. y/n could see the stress on sunghoons face. the difference between the expression on his face when he was on the ice, compared to off the ice was very noticeable to you now. you didnt know how to feel.

“i just…” y/n began, letting out a soft sigh in defeat. this was a lot harder than you expected. “i just wanted to apologize for yesterday … some of the questions were a bit too …”

“annoying?” sunghoon finished for you, gazing down at the girl with a piercing yet unreadable gaze, causing her to gulp. “well thats one way to put it…” y/n commented.

it took sunghoon a while to reply, his eyes scanning your worried expression. in all honesty, sunghoon was quite shocked at the sudden apology. he didnt expect it from you, especially it being from someone who claimed she hated him with all her heart. sunghoon only let out a chuckle in response, shaking his head as he took a step forwards.

y/n’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at their now close proximity, taking a step back only to feel herself hit his locker. what the hell was going on.

sunghoon kept his burning gaze on the girl, taking his time to lean down until he was eye level. sunghoon placed his hand up against the cool metal locker next to your head, his signature fangy smirk making an appearance.

you felt like you were about to go weak at the knees. y/n had never been this close to park sunghoon, ever. she couldnt help but feel her cheeks burn as she couldnt look anywhere else but his face.

all she saw was park sunghoon.

“write a good paper y/n, hm?” the boy finally spoke, his deep raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

y/n let out a shaky exhale, slowly nodding her head although still in a state of shock.

pleased with this reaction, sunghoon snickered as he stood up straight pushing himself off from the flustered girl. sunghoon gazed down at y/n’s expression, not being able to hold back a light chuckle as he took it open himself to gently yet tauntingly pat the girls head before walking away.

y/n stood there dumbfounded. why was her heart beating so fast?

“fuck you sunghoon!”

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the paper was all y/n could focus on from that point. memories of that moment replayed in her head 24/7. it was such a simple yet charming gesture. the kind that got her giggling and kicking her feet at night.

before the three days were up, wednesday had rolled around quickly. wednesday, the day of sunghoon’s competition.

it took y/n a while to decide whether or not she should show up, only to find herself sitting in that cold rink yet again. ‘its for the paper.’ the girl attempted to justify, just to make herself feel better.

“fancy seeing you here.” that irritating voice spoke from beside the girl.

although it was irritating in a different kind of way now. a way that made her feel rather more excited that annoyed.

y/n looked up at sunghoon, biting her lips as she immediately looked away to avoid the taller’s gaze. there was no way she could face him without a crazy blush rising over her cheeks.

“i came here for the paper.” y/n stated simply, clearing her throat to get a hold of herself.

sunghoon let out a melodic chuckle, causing y/n to muster up enough courage to meet sunghoons eyes. to her surprise, his gaze was readable, unlike most days. today, his eyes were full of determination. full of passion.

thats when you finally understood park sunghoon.

park sunghoon was not a narcissist, nor arrogant. park sunghoon was full of passion, and ambition.

“say… i have a deal for you.” sunghoon hummed, taking a seat next to the girl for a quick moment, causing y/n to snap out of her realization.

“a deal..?” the girl questioned, her head tilting to the side in curiousness as to what sunghoon has to propose.

“if i win this competition…” sunghoon started, only dragging the suspense causing a light groan to escape past your lips, before his next words took you by surprise.

“you have to go out on a date with me.”

y/n’s jaw dropped to the floor at sunghoons request, staring at the boy with wide eyes at a loss for words. you didnt know what to do, didn’t know what to say. did thee park sunghoon, thee ice prince just ask you out on a date?

“sunghoon! youre on in ten!!”

sunghoon smiled lightly at his coach with a soft nod, before standing up and turning his attention back to you. “i’ll win. watch me.” sunghoon spoke in a determined matter, before bolting away to get on the ice in time for his routine.

thats when you reacted. y/n shot up from her seat on the bench, watching sunghoon scurry away. “wait- sunghoon! hey!! park sunghoon!!”

sunghoon did in fact win that competition. you and sunghoon did in fact go on that date, and ever since then, you suddenly did not understand how you could have ever hate a person like him. he was your everything. your little ice fairy.

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‘DONT CRY … DONT CRY.’ anton repeated to himself, feeling the lump forming in his throat as his eyes couldn’t help but begin to grow glossy. having a full mental breakdown in the middle of brewing up a coffee for a costumer was not an option for the boy. anton sniffled, a shaky exhale releasing from his trembling lips as he finished off his cappuccino with his signature leaf art. what a sad looking leaf it was. anton took a deep exhale, placing the coffee cup down as he pushed it forwards against the counter. ‘speak… you can do it..’

“o-order for minyoung?” anton’s delicate voice cracked.

the boy mentally cussed at himself, watching in fear as the scary woman he had encountered earlier stomped her way up to the counter, anton flinching with every clack of her heels. the woman’s sharp wrinkly eyes glared daggers at the anxious boy who couldn’t help but gulp at the sight.

“finally got my order right??” the woman’s icy tone spat, as anton quickly nodded his head. “y-yes maam… i apologize again for the inconvenience…” anton managed to speak despite his heart rate going off the charts.

anton was having a shitty day.

the boy had woken up that morning and not a thing was going his way. he had slept through his alarm and missed his bus on the way to work, resulting in being scolded by his manager. he had burned himself on one of the steamers, causing a mug to fall and shatter. not to mention the rude customers. anton did not know what was going on today, as it seemed that everyone was not having a good day. especially him.

anton was an emotional boy, one who got overwhelmed easily. today was taking a toll on him. it was mentally and physically draining to contain his tears and his thoughts. he just needed to make it through the day, he kept telling himself.

“excuse me,”

anton paused, eyes widening slightly in realization. he had been staring down at the cash register lost in his thoughts as a customer was patiently waiting for him to come back to his senses. god he was embarrassed. could this day get any worse? the boy lifted his head, ready to apologize to the customer before his words got stuck in his throat at the sight before him.

“… hi,” y/n smiled warmly, gazing up at anton with kind yet curious eyes. “you’re anton lee … right?” her soft voice rang out, a bright and comforting aura radiating off the girl.

anton stared at the girl in disbelief, the tips of his ears slowly beginning to turn a deep shade of red. out of all days his crush could have shown up at his work, it just had to be today? anton shook his head as he snapped back to his senses, a soft chuckle and forced smile came from the boy.

“yeah … yeah that’s me.” he spoke, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly, before meeting her gaze. “you’re y/n l/n … right?”

of course, anton knew who she was. everyone in their school knew who she was. y/n was a star student, known for her good grades, kind soul, and her beauty. it wasn’t a surprise that anton began crushing on y/n in the beginning of tenth grade after being in three out of the six classes a day for a whole year. it had all started the first day of school, when y/n had spoken to him for the first and the last time.

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“excuse me!” a hurried voice spoke, catching anton’s attention as the boy curiously turned around, his gaze instantly shooting down. there she was, in all her glory.

y/n gazed up at the boy with a kind smile, holding out a familiar navy-blue notebook in front of the boy. “here, your notebook. you left it in the classroom.” she hummed, as anton’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“oh …” anton muttered, slowly taking the notebook from the girl, a small smile lifting on his lips.

anton could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he stared at her pretty smile. “thanks …” he had managed to speak, before the girl had nodded her head.

“of course,” y/n smiled, before retreating to her friends. anton watched as she walked down the hallway, laughing and giggling with her friends. he watched her until she had disappeared in the large crowd of students.

“anton…?” sohee spoke, not snapping the boy out of his daydreams.

“anton… why are you so red?!”

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although of course, anton had no intentions on pursuing her. y/n was way out of his league, or that’s what he believed. he was a silent admirer and planned on keeping it that way.

well, until today.

the girl nodded her head enthusiastically at anton’s question, delighted that he had remembered her name. “mhm! i didn’t know you worked here… this is quite a famous coffee shop.” y/n chuckled softly in attempts to make small conversation with the quiet boy.

anton felt his heart skip a few beats at the sound of her melodic giggle, nibbling his lip anxiously before nodding his head. “ive been working here for a few months now…” anton spoke, his eyes not being able to trail away from the girl’s face as she scanned the menu. anton couldn’t get his eyes off her. it was like he was stuck in a trance, analyzing every feature on her face. her beauty marks, her hair, the way her eyes sparkled excitedly while deciding what she was going to drink.

“make me your favourite order here. i want to try something new.” y/n eagerly spoke, taking anton for surprise. he had never had a customer ask for that before, but he was willing to do it. especially for her.

anton finally gathered the courage to show a little smile, nodding his head in approval at her request. “sure. i’ll make you something good.” anton stated, earning an excited smile from the other.

anton didn’t know what was with him in that moment. he felt a surge of confidence rise. ‘its now or never …’.

“it’s on me,” anton added, his eyes gazing down at his crush, watching as her expression quickly falter. anton rang it through the register before she was able to protest, chuckling at the sight of her shoulders falling in defeat.

“you didn’t have to do that anton…” y/n frowned, almost as if she was glaring at him in disappointment. anton looked down at the floor, a soft blush rising over his cheeks mentally preparing himself to meet her eyes again.

“but… i wanted to.” anton managed to say, his eyes searching for a reaction from the girl.

anton swore he saw her blush. he swore by it, but the self-doubt was convincing him otherwise. he couldn’t tell if he was imagining things. “it’ll be ready at the end of the counter.” anton then added, snapping y/n out of her thoughts.

the girl then showed off her signature smile, letting out a breath she hadn’t even realized she had been holding in. “thank you anton.” she hummed.

anton’s day was suddenly, not so shitty anymore. he couldn’t help but smile as he made her order the whole time, silently giggling to himself as he thought. he talked to you. he had finally talked to you again. something he had been meaning to do for two years. it finally happened.

anton gazed down at the cup, focusing hard on the heart he hadn’t even realized he made on your latte, resulting in a soft blush when he came to his senses. anton grabbed a lid, placing it over the cup as he let out a soft exhale in preparation before making his way towards the end of the counter.

“order for y/n!” he called out, catching her attention.

y/n gazed up from her phone, shutting it off as she stuffed it into her jacket pocket. the girl then made her way over to anton, grabbing the cup from the shy boy. she examined the way he had written her name. ‘y/n ᵕ̈ ‘ it read in his hand writing. she felt like she could stare at it for days, as a smile began slowly spreading over her face. y/n gazed up at the boy, letting out a soft chuckle. “thank you again anton.” she beamed, as anton gazed down at his feet, flustered.

“of course, y/n.”

the two shared a soft gaze, both in a comfortable silence unable to rip their gazes away, until you had spoken up. “i’ll see you at school…” y/n spoke, not breaking eye contact with anton once before slightly hesitating her next words. “dont be a stranger.” she stated, watching as anton shook his head at the girl. “i wont.” he stated back.

anton watched as the girl then began making her way out of the coffee shop. it saddened him a bit, to see her leave, her figure slipping past the door. but after his encounter with you, he couldn’t have been happier. anton stood there, smiling like an idiot. there were hearts practically surrounding the boy in love.

maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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