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earlysunshines · 1 year ago

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this one's for you

yoo jeongyeon x fem!reader ; fluff (highschool au)

synopsis: yoo jeongyeon can shoot a basketball pretty well--just not when you're near.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: cursing ; jeongyeon is an idiot ; not proofread well oops

a/n: been working on this for a bit, hope you all enjoy this brain rotting fluff :-)

also there might be a good amount of mistakes because i got tired and gave up on proof reading :-/

yoo jeongyeon shoots her shot and almost always makes it.

the 5'6, dark-haired, cocky, and well-known shooting guard is arguably the best on the team, everyone knows it.

though yoo jeongyeon lacks some height for a star player on the court, her skills make up for all of it.

each and every pass made is precise, no matter how far she is. every time she would dribble, those who would watch would be in awe at how quick she was on her feet and how quickly the tips of her fingers were able to shift the ball from one side to another. her shots are the star of the show—each time she makes one, there's a ninety percent chance that it'll make the infamous swish—which makes the whole crowd lose their minds.

most girls eye her, most girls want her; yoo jeongyeon could pull almost anyone she wanted, but you were a different case.

"who's that?" the shooting guard perks her head up, narrowing her eyes at the unfamiliar second-year who had just passed by. you hadn't shifted your gaze in the slightest; you didn't bat an eye at jeongyeon or even acknowledge her.

jihyo rolls her eyes at the hopeless lesbian next to her who now looks at jihyo through her clear glass frames, desperate for an answer.

"that's myoui's cousin or something, she transferred here last week." jihyo answers.

"she's hot." jeongyeon says, still staring at you as you converse with mina. jeongyeon looks at you with heart eyes, "i'm gonna ask her out." she adds, determined. jihyo rolls her eyes once more.

jeongyeon gapes at you, she notes that your style is a more casual version of mina's. the gray sweatshirt that you wear fits loosely around your figure, and the navy sweatpants fit the same around your legs too. the shoes you wear are for lounging, something comfy—jeongyeon thinks they're some type of clog. the dark-haired basketball player notes that you're just barely taller than mina, maybe two or three centimeters taller than the school's ballet star, but not taller than yoo herself. she's into shorter girls; you're perfect.

you and mina have similar features: sharp jawlines, similar beauty marks/moles, hair, etc. though, you have some sharper features, and god... the thought of your eyes and lips might have her slipping up during practice.

the girl jeongyeon had been eyeing turns and makes eye contact with her for a split second. you slow down time during that split second, it seems as if ten have passed by before you turn back to your cousin. jeongyeon wishes that moment could've lasted an hour.

"you're being weird, i hate it." jihyo sighs.

"i need to know her name."

"didn't you bicker with myoui a lot? like hell she'd let you go near her cousin."

"we're 17, i'm not letting that smartass tell me who i can and can't date."

"whatever. stop being so gay it's disgusting and i hate you." jihyo groans, "and, class starts soon. let's go."

"you just want to see minatozaki you aren't any different from-"

jihyo pinches the hooper's ears, which makes the taller girl whine in discomfort. jihyo just sighs, "and we will see minatozaki whether you like it or not."

"why can you be gay but not me?"

"because i can. life is not fair, yoo."

jeongyeon groans.

jeongyeon almost collapses when she sees you walk through the door, jihyo rolls her eyes again and thinks that her eyes might fall out by the end of the day if you continue to be within jeongyeon's field of vision.

the class quiets down and mr. choi pushes his glasses up, then brushes his flat hair back with his fingers.

"listen, you're all old enough so i'll make this short. we have a new student, her name is myoui y/n. treat her with the same respect as you would with your other peers, and please make her feel welcome." he introduces.

"hi. i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you all." you greet, and your voice is like liquid gold, dripping with warmth and sweetness—jeongyeon wants a taste.

"jihyo i need her so bad."

"get a grip." park scolds, "you're gonna make me go insane by the end of the day."

you nod your head and smile awkwardly, making your way over to the empty seat next to the window; the desk is a seat up and to the left. you're sitting close enough for jeongyeon to admire the side of your face instead of paying attention in class.

jihyo's going to be in a deathbed by the end of the year—or month.

lunch is in session, you sit with mina and her friends: tzuyu, chaeyoung, and dahyun. the two shorter ones seem eager to get to know you, asking you all sorts of questions and comparing their schedules with yours. mina informs you that this is how they usually are, tzuyu snickers at their enthusiasm.

as lunch goes on, your gaze shifts over to a short, dark-haired girl with clear frames. she's talking to some girl with this particularly apparent bob, and another girl who's laughing so hard you can see the two bunny-like front teeth from the way she lights up. you also recognize the two other girls with longer hair: sana and momo—some of mina's other friends.

the girl with the glasses makes eye contact with you for a moment, and she smiles at you immediately, even adding a wink. nervousness washed over you like an uninviting wave, and you respond by redirecting your attention to your cousin who sits in front of you.

mina quirks a brow when your focus is suddenly drawn to an empty spot on the lunch table, curious at the sudden change in expression.

your cousin turns her head toward what, or who you were looking at.

"y/n,"

uh oh.

"yeah?"

"were you checking out yoo?" mina presses. her tone makes it seem like she has a dagger to your throat.

"what are you talking about?" your attempt at innocence fails.

"don't act stupid." mina sighs. "she's trouble, i've had too many bad encounters with her. i don't want you having any similar experiences with her either."

chaeyoung snickers at mina, "mina's just mad because yoo accdientally spilled milk on her once, and made her drop all her shit on the floor." chaeyoung explains, amused—it makes your cousin shoot a glare that has the shortest of the table shrinking in her seat.

you giggle to yourself and it calms the tension from the now moody mina; the thought of her having milk spilt all over is pretty entertaining.

"just watch out okay? she's just... i don't know, be careful with her she's kind of strange and might be trouble; and her low iq might rub off on you." mina groans.

you laugh at her words—yoo jeongyeon seems interesting.

yoo jeongyeon seems to have bad luck with the myoui family.

two weeks after you catch her eye, you're in the gym helping out the student council by putting posters up with chaeyoung. the shorter girl had convinced you that it would be fun, and she practically begged you to since everyone else was busy.

the tape that you had on the tip of your finger was taken off your skin to put on the edge of a large, white poster for the student council. you're busy holding the other side of the paper for chaeyoung while she grabs some more tape rolls since you had run out, so your attention was focused on the phone in your hands as you waited.

the last thing you had heard was "watch out!"

but it was too late.

it all happened so quickly, but you remembered everything.

the basketball hits you in the head and the force from it even has you making contact with the wall beside you. the pain is sharp and has you falling to the ground, clutching your head as your eyes water.

there are a couple of gasps and you even hear a muffled "jeongyeon!" while your eyes are shut.

a few seconds after the collision, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a rushed sequence of words.

"oh my god are you okay? fuck... i'm so sorry, how many fingers am i holding up? can you see?" jeongyeon asks, worried and filled with guilt. the shooting guard had made a quick, sharp pass—which would've been great in an actual game, but the timing was terrible and it just had to hit you.

"could you not-" you start, but you clutch your aching head at the sudden pain that hits you. "fuck," you groan, "could you watch it next time?"

"i'm sorry, really. i didn't mean to, it was an accident-"

you're in a terrible mood now (the myoui cousins seem to have moodswings in common,) and you're even more agitated from the overwhelming amount of words and apologies from jeongyeon.

"accidents can hurt, you know." you grumble, glaring at her with a hand still on your head.

jeongyeon winces, feeling like she'd just embarrassed herself in front of the one girl she's been eyeing.

"sorry, let me take you to the nurse." the shooting guard says, offering a hand—which you take with irritation.

"i'm jeongyeon by the way, i think we have biology together." she says, trying to break the awkward silence that stretches while you two walk down the hall.

you turn to her with an intimidating gaze, it's scary and has jeongyeon avoiding eye contact. as much as you'd like to spark a conversation with her, your skull hurts and the more you listen to her voice makes you ache more.

"you're myoui's cousin, right?"

"why do you ask?"

"um, just curious."

"i heard you spilled milk on her too." and you almost giggle, "you're not good with first impressions, huh?"

you notice jeongyeons slightly flustered demeanor and despite your irritation, you find yourself intrigued at this new facade. it's almost cute, almost.

"it's just a little bump, it'll probably be a bruise though." ms. lee explains casually, "at least it's not a concussion—some ice should help with the swelling."

you grumble as you accept the ice pack. "thanks."

ms. lee smiles at you then nods, "let me know if it troubles you anymore."

you nod back.

when you get up and turn towards the door, you notice jeongyeon leaning against the frame of it. she leans awkwardly against the door, looks like guilt painted her expression—almost like a somber portrait—it’s like each brushstroke reminded her of the stupid slip-up from earlier.

her face softens before she apologizes again. "i'm really sorry y/n."

"you better be." you respond. "my head feels like it got in a fight with your basketball."

jeongyeon tries to hide the small smile that tugs at her lips, she knows she shouldn't be amused, especially after giving you that noticeable bump and dark red mark—but your pout and adorable expression do not help. the tinge of annoyance in your voice was even cuter.

the smile fights back against jeongyeon and it's visible on her face now. "if it helps, i think you look lovely with that bump on your forehead."

"are you trying to flirt with the girl you nearly concussed?" you respond in disbelief, but a (very soft) blush creeps up your cheeks from the unexpected compliment.

"can't help it when you look like that." jeongyeon smiles, and her attempt at easing the tension works (to her surprise.)

as much as you want to argue and be stubborn with her, you're too busy fighting back that smile from seeing that stupid smirk on her lips and hearing her teasing tone.

"you're unbelievable."

you think jeongyeon is an idiot, a stupid idiot with a stupidly annoying (and particularly lovely) face.

you find out that jeongyeon is certainly an idiot.

a month after that painful encounter with the shooting guard, you're pulled aside by your biology teacher after class. it's frightening, you wonder if you had done something wrong and it makes your thumb scratch at the side of your fingers.

"did i do anything wrong mr. choi?" you ask worriedly, since it's been what, almost three months? since you've even been at this new school, and you're not trying to ruin your reputation this early into your transfer.

mr. choi simply shakes his head, still facing the laptop in front of him—his dark hair stays slicked in place as he does so.

"not at all; actually, i called you here because you're one of my best students, really." he explains, turning to face you. "you've been here for only a bit, but your grades are at the top of the class."

the worry that had been sitting on your shoulders brushes off—you let out a sigh of relief.

"i see, thank you." you respond, "so what did you need?"

"since you're so proficient in this class, i wanted to ask if you were willing to tutor one of the students thats," he pauses, his shoulders seem to sink just barely. "-not so knowledgeable."

mr. choi uses the word "ask," but it sounds more like a demand, almost as if you couldn't say no despite the softness of his deep voice. you tilt your head and look at him with creased brows.

"um, okay?"

he sighs, pushing his black glasses up.

"it's yoo, she's been... slacking."

oh.

"and you want me to... tutor her?"

"please." mr. choi sighs. he leans back in his seat and starts pinching the bridge of his nose, disappointment etched lines on his face. "she's one of the most significant players on the basketball team, and they're pretty deep into the season."

"and that has to do with what?" you question, thinking about your distressing experience with basketballs.

"if she continues to perform so poorly in this class, she'll be benched from the team."

"mr. choi, i get that you want to help one of your students, but i have my own things to do and i need that free time to-"

"y/n," he starts, "i'm the assistant coach, you know. she's not just a student, but she's also one of my players."

the expression that flickers across your face is one of surprise—he did not look like the type to coach in his free time, maybe one to do crosswords or something like that—but coaching girl's basketball? crazy.

"mr. choi, i get that you know, she's an important player and whatnot but how would this benefit me?"

"it'll look really good on your record and also, i'll give you service hours for it, even double. to add onto that, i can write a damn good recommendation letter for when you need it."

shit that's a good deal.

you think to yourself for a moment; do you really want to tutor that idiot?

another sigh leaves your lips.

"okay."

"great, i've already told jeongyeon that you'd do it anyway. i told her to meet you in the library afterschool." he smiles, the lost hope seems to return to his eyes and his shoulders lift back. you look at him in disbelief.

"what?"

you walk into the library with a groan.

as you scan the room, you notice a few students who occupy tables and chat with each other, some even pass around notebooks, and some laugh with one another. some students are browsing through the library, you spot that smart kid hyunseok from your math class in the science fiction section.

your gaze lands on a familiar classmate, the same one who had nearly concussed you.

jeongyeon sits back in the chair, leaning back—almost lounging in her seat. she has her head angled down and it's evident that she's on her phone. in front of her there are some papers, a folder, and a light blue notebook; you wonder if there's even anything knowledgeable written in it.

when you set your bag down on one of the four chairs at the table, jeongyeon looks up at you and turns off her phone. a small grin spreads across her face once her; the mischievous curve of her lips altered her face into a playful canvas of delight. she looks more than happy to see you.

"y/n!" she beams with optimism.

"jeongyeon." you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"i'm glad i have such a pretty tutor." she says, resting her chin on her palm. she's already flirting, you think to youself (but you can't lie, the compliment catches you off guard and almost makes you grin.)

"i'm not here so you can flirt with me for an hour," you say sternly, "i would be home right now, but mr. choi is making me help you out so you can throw basketballs around."

"hey, the more i practice the less chance of hitting you again?" jeongyeon tries—you narrow your eyes and jeongyeon sinks in her seat like a sad puppy who had just been denied a treat.

session one of many goes well to your surprise.

it takes a moment for jeongyeon to actually focus, and it takes a few reminders that she's here to study and not stare at your face for an hour—you'd never admit it but fuck it had you flustered that she had heart eyes for you, so you had to keep her in check just for the sake of yourself.

jeongyeon is surprisingly competent once she had locked in for a bit. you were baffled that she even asked questions, that she tried to learn—but i mean, she had to if she wanted to continue to make spectators scream from the swish of a net.

"that's it for the first part of unit three, is there anything else that you wanted to know?"

"are you single?"she asks--you look at her blankly. jeongyeon just smiles at you with puppy eyes, theres a hint of mischief in her look too.

"review what we learned, we have a couple weeks before the unit test." you sigh, putting your papers in your bag and zipping it up. "let's meet every tuesday and thursday, okay?"

"whatever you say myoui." she adds with a wink, picking up the heavy-looking bag with ease (it almost impresses you.)

the two of you walk in the same direction towards the exit of the library, and jeongyeon decides to make one last little remark.

"you never answered my question."

"it's not biology related."

"you're no fun." jeongyeon says, pouting as she holds onto the strap of her backpack.

you smile without realizing it and curse yourself out mentally—jeongyeon seems to have warmed up to you. you roll your eyes at her and scoff playfully, turning around and walking towards the main entrance.

"see you thursday y/n!" the basketball player says all cheery.

you don't fight back the grin that spreads across your face.

session three.

it's similar to last time, though jeongyeon is much more focused. her eyes seemed to narrow like a camera lense zooming in on something as you explained a certain concept or pulled out some sort of diagram. she listened attentively to whatever vocabulary you were defining, she even took highlighted (but messy) notes.

every now and then your eyes would land on her concentrated expression as she took notes, and the way she stuck her tongue out while writing a small note down was something that threatened your lips to curve up a bit.

jeongyeon looks up at one point and you two make eye contact—you quickly look away when it happens—your heart skips a beat.

"do you have anything you want me to clarify?" you ask at the end of the session. jeongyeon skims through her notes and shakes her head,

"no, i don't think so."

"you sure? the quiz is next monday."

"yeah, i think i get it. i'll look through the notes if i forget anything."

"okay." you reply, and jeongyeon beams at you with pinched eyes and a toothy smile—it's contagious and you smile back bashfully.

session four.

for the first time since your sessions started, you're at the library first.

there's an empty spot across from you, no stupidly flirtatious shooting guard to light up when you're in her field of vision, no flattering comments—just the two unoccupied seats in front of you. the though of jeongyeon ditching you crosses your mind, and it hurts your heart a bit—you have no clue why.

a few moments later you hear someone shouting your name from across the library.

"y/n! y/n! holy shit look!" jeongyeon says, rushing over with a paper in her hand.

the librarian glares at the basketball player and puts a finger to her lips, shushing her aggressively. it makes you laugh.

jeongyeon slams the paper down on the desk and her toothy-grin is like a beacon of light that almost blinds your eyes—you'd stare at it until your vision goes all hazy. she pushes the paper towards you and you eye her with a brow raised.

"what's this?" you say.

"just look." she says proudly. a small laugh escapes you and you scan the paper and look at her name written in messy handwriting, and on the paper it has a score that makes your eyes widen—you have to hold the paper closer to your face because you're in disbelief.

"a b+? jeongyeon oh my god-"

"i know right! choi even pulled me aside to congratulate me, he was proud of my work." she says, "but, he told me i have to keep it up and do well on the next homework assignments, quizzes, and tests before i can get more than thirty minutes of playing time." she frowns, her shoulders slump a little as she fixes herself in the seat across from you.

"you didn't think he'd let you off the hook that easily did you?" you scoff at her naivety, "he's not that easy-going."

"whatever whatever. anyway, he said that you did a good job teaching me." jeongyeon adds, "thanks y/n."

you smile at the comment and look up to her smiling ear to ear.

"thanks jeongyeon." you reply, "i'm proud of you i guess." and jeongyeon laughs at your response.

"you have a pretty smile, i wish you'd smile around me more."

your heart almost jumps out your chest when she says that, there's a warmth that spreads throughout your whole body and you feel flustered all of the sudden. jeongyeon smirks at your reaction.

"let's, uh, let's study for the test." you mumble, trying to compose yourself and steer the conversation away because you don't know if you can handle anymore of her compliments. "we have a test next class, so pay attention."

"whatever you say."

three more sessions pass, it's your seventh one with the flirty basketball player now.

her grade went from a c- to a b+ pretty quickly—all thanks to you.

the more sessions you have with her, the more jeongyeon seems to get through your stubborn facade, and she warms up to you, even sparking conversation that's not about biology here and there.

the more you spend time with her, the more you realize that shit, she's really fucking cute.

it starts off as a small thought, something in the back of your mind. Jeongyeon’s focus on you was felt distinctly alarming the more you realized how attractive she was—it almost had you fumbling over your words when you would explain certain terms and processes to her.

jeongyeon has this sparkle in her eyes whenever you ask her a question and she gets it right—it's adorable. she has these cute brown eyes that were like two adorable puppies, brimming with warmth and eagerness. (everything about jeongyeon reminded you of puppies, from her playful curiosity to her stupidly cute face.) not only that, but when she was around your worries seemed to fade and the atmosphere was comforting; it made you feel all tender and fuzzy inside.

there's a flare of pink on your face when she came back to you with a paper in her hand, the homework marked with the big red letter "a" that made her grin so proudly. at this point you realized that you were tutoring her not only for choi's little deal, but also to see her face after doing well in the class.

fuck.

"y/n."

"hm?"

"you've never answered my question." jeongyeon mutters. her eyes don't leave the notebook that she writes on, she's focused on the words that fill the page as she goes alon gwith her pencil.

"what question?" you ask, looking at her while you fiddle with a pencil.

"you know," she begins, her tone hints that she's plotting something—it has you on the edge of your seat. "you never answered me when i asked if you were single." she says, looking back up at you with a hint of hope in her eyes. a lump forms in your throat.

"i," you pause, avoiding her eyes that drill into your skull, eyes filled with curiousity, she needed an answer. "yeah."

jeongyeon smirks at your response, now she starts to resemble a sly fox with the cheeky expression that's carved into her features.

"can we make a deal?"

you stop fidgeting with your pencil and nod hesitantly.

"if i get an a on the next homework assignment, quiz, and test; will you go out with me?"

the question takes you by surprise and you feel your body go hot, you freeze in your place. jeongyeon smiles at you knowing that she's earned the unbeatable sight of your rosy cheeks, she tilts her head while waiting for a response. you bite your lip in an attempt to suppress the way your lips start to curve up, but jeongyeon notices anyway.

"so?"

"alright." you respond shyly, looking down at the desk to prevent yourself from growing even more flustered in front of the idiot that sits before you. "all a's, nothing less."

the shooting guard isn't focused on acing the class for choi's approval anymore, she's determined to take on thsi new academic challenge since you're the prize.

"mina, can i ask you something?" momo questions. mina hums in response without taking her eyes off the laptop in front of her, typing away but paying attention to what her friend wants to say.

"your cousin..." momo starts, "is she dating jeongyeon?"

mina takes her eyes off the laptop and her jaw widens slightly as she eyes momo.

"what?"

"god jeongyeon's been gushing about her so much, seems like they're dating."

dating?

"y/n has only ever told me about tutoring her, and she seemed annoyed about it."

"really? i saw them in the library last week and they seemed to be talking about something together; y/n looked pretty content." momo responds, a hint of smirk in her voice. mina looks at her dumbfounded, she knew you had been tutoring jeongyeon—but looking pleased around her? even after she knew how your first encounter with the basketball player had went? impossible.

"huh." mina mumbles. momo looks at the girl amused, laughing lightly at her simple response.

"even if they're not dating, y/n has jeongyeon under a spell, i swear." momo sighs, shaking her head. "jeongyeon skipped the past lunch to study." momo explains, even raising her brow to emphasize her own disbelief. she shakes her head and takes a sip from the cup of coffee in front of her, "i mean, at least jeongyeon is studious now? whatever your cousin is doing it's working."

"hm." mina hums, puzzled.

mina comes over for dinner and you're a little confused as to why, but she's your cousin so does it really matter?

you find out her true intentions once you two settle in your room.

mina's sitting on your office chair, spinning herself side to side by moving her foot against the ground lightly. you're on the bed, lounging and reading something for your history class, sighing every now and then due to your annoyance. mina's on her phone and it's silent for a bit until she starts to speak,

"you and jeongyeon, momo told me you've been getting close." she mumbles, eyeing you. the expression on your face is priceless: a mix of surprise and bashfulness. you look up at her with a tense jaw and avoid eye contact—you feel terribly nervous for no reason—her gaze is nerve racking.

"um, kind of." you say. mina's gaze was comparable to a towering mountain, and you felt like a mere pebble in her shadow.

mina turns off her phone and sits down next to you on her bed. "i'm not your parent, i don't know why you look so scared dumbass." she sighs, "i don't really care if you're dating her, as long as you're happy you know?"

"we're not dating-"

"we're cousins, you don't have to lie-"

"no i'm serious, we're not dating." you explain, but you pause for a moment when you remember the deal you made with jeongyeon. "ok well we might."

"what do you mean might?" mina questions, looking at you with a newfound curiousity in her eyes. you put the book down and find that you're probably not going to be able to finish this reading, so you might as well just stop for the night. you sit up and it feels like a sleepover, a girls night—it cleared the nervousness flowing in you as well as the tension in the air from mina's unrivaled glare.

"we made a little deal," you start, "if she aces the next quiz and test, then she gets to take me out."

mina covers her mouth from your explanation, leaning closer to you with raised brows. you're giggling and blushing just from thinking about it, and it's so ridiculous that you feel like a teenage girl in some romcom movie (you love it, though.)

"and if she doesn't ace her quiz and test?"

"i hadn't thought of that—but mina, she's doing really good! her grades went up like, two letters." you boast proudly. your cousin laughs at you and lays herself on the bed next to you, and you allow yourself to relax next to her while setting the history textbook on the table next to you.

"so you like her?" mina asks, turning to the side to face you.

you practically breathe out your response, as if your head were in the clouds.

"yeah."

a day before the test—24 hours before yoo jeongyeon takes the test that determines whether her cute tutor will go out with her.

determined would be an understatement, she's been studying her ass off and even getting enough sleep to let her brain marinate properly. she has to ace this.

jeongyeon slams the quiz with the bold "a" on the table aggressively, there's even a little note in red that reads "nice work yoo!" on the top right corner of the stapled papers.

you smile at her enthusiasm, it's cute.

"good job jeongyeon," you practically chuckle out as you pull out the notes that you plan to go over this session.

"one more y/n, one more," she smirks, looking at you and her eyes blazed with determination. she's going to take you out, no doubt. her expression was as cute as an eager, unwavering puppy, and confident tone made a soft, rosy glow unfurl across your cheeks.

"yeah, yeah. sit down, we have to go over this if you want to pass."

"i'll pass alright, ill ace it."

you giggle at her, she's even more appealing with every session.

"shit." you grumble, looking at the text from your mom that pops up on the screen of your phone.

jeongyeon stops what she's doing and looks at you with a raised brow, humming in a way that asks: what's wrong?

"my mom wants me home right now," you sigh, "we have to cut this session short." you add with a frown.

there's half an hour left of your session, and jeongyeon really wants to get everything down so she can be fully prepared for that damn mixed unit test. you look at her apologetically and rush to pull out your biology folder, skimming through the pages and handing it to her.

"you're giving me all the notes?" jeongyeon questions.

"you need it to ace that test don't you? i know the material like it's the back of my hand, just give it back to me tomorrow before class."

"you sure?"

"how are you going to take me out if you don't have the notes needed?" you respond. now it's jeongyeons turn to be flustered. you simply laugh at the astonishment that had been etched into her features.

as you turn to leave, a surge of boldness rushed through your body like an unexpected gust of wind, it sent tremors through your senses.

you're only a couple steps away from jeongyeon—who had redirected her attention on the material—but you make sure to get to her quickly to press a quick, gentle kiss on her cheek.

as your lips met her cheek, it was like a soft petal of a rose brushing against her skin, creating a ripple of shivers that woke up her senses. your quick peck was gentle, and so incredibly swift, but god it made jeongyeon feel all warm inside.

the shooting guards face is amusing, it transformed into a portrait of surprise—as if some sudden plot twist had unfolded amongst her emotions—and, to add on to that, her cheeks had a rosy flare. your action definitely took her by surprise.

she turns to face you—your face a couple of inches away from hers—and the smile on your lips gave her a stronger desire to ace that damn biology test.

your cheeks were flushed like a canvas painted to resemble a warm sunset, and you're equally as flustered but you manage to mumble something soft and sweet.

"see you tomorrow, good luck."

jeongyeon isn't able to think clearly, and she thinks you did this on purpose because it'll take a while to regain her composure and focus.

yoo jeongyeon finishes the test and she's terrified.

it was a multiple choice test, but ten out of forty questions had her a little mixed up, and that's not good for her. she had even gone over every important vocabulary word twice the night prior to the test day, and she even made her older sister quiz her. jeongyeon made sure to eat enough, sleep enough, and have herself ready for the test.

she's so desperate to feel your soft lips against her skin again, to get that brief whiff of your lavender fragrance when you're close again. yoo jeongyeon needs her score and she needs it immediately.

"y/n!" jeongyeon calls out to you in the middle of the empty hall. you turn around and she has the biggest smile you've ever seen on her face, stretching across her adorable face like a sunrise, but radiant as a beacon at the same time.

she runs towards you and almost trips over from the way she pays no attention to anything but you, completely disregarding her surroundings. she almost shoves the paper in your face, and you can't even read the fuzzy red ink that's on it because the paper is so up close and personal, completely blocking your field of vision.

when you scold her and grab the paper from her own hands, your eyes widen at the sight of the big, fat "a" on the paper. your gaze is back on her and shes grinning from ear to ear. you smile to yourself, biting your lip—and you feel a sudden spark in your chest that seems to turn into a wildfire—it makes your heart race and your cheeks burn.

"it's a friday, i have no practice, and i think that should be perfect for us."

"you're eager huh." you roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your cool even though you're burning up from her direct desire for you.

"let's go." jeongyeon beams.

with a touch that's both gentle and firm, she takes your hand and sweeps you away towards the exit like a leaf caught in an eager gust of wind. you laugh at her and match her rushed pace as she rushes out the door.

the two of you find yourselves at some fair nearby, jeongyeon seemed to have everything planned out already.

she had paid for the transit tickets to the area, one which you had never been to or even heard of before even though it's a fifteen-minute bus ride away from the school. when you question how she knows about this fair and if she's ever been; she simply explains that her team used to go there all the time and that she's been wanting to take a pretty girl out there. the last part makes you blush.

her hand rarely leaves yours, it's always holding it softly—yet firmly—as she guides you through the lively, bright fair.

jeongyeon leads you towards multiple midways that have games to play and prizes for her to win for you.

the first stop is some game where you aim a gun that shoots out water in a sharp streak to hit targets with a sharp thwack—and the more targets you hit: the better the prize is. the two of you tackle this game individually, making it a small competition at first to see who can get more points, it's heartwarming and makes you two laugh uncontrollably.

jeongyeon ends up getting more points and boasts about it, but makes sure to make up for her playful remarks by winning a couple lollipops for you. it makes you look away from her shyly and you even share one of the five lollipops she had given you.

the next game is one that requires precision and focus, as well as some power.

there's a variety of balloons that fill the board in front of you, and you're given five darts. if you use all five darts and each one hits a balloon; then you win a small stuffed animal. the two of you watch each other with anticipation as you take turns throwing the darts, making sure to trade your tickets so that both of you start off with five darts each.

jeongyeon throws her small dart first, it pops one of the small balloons and the basketball player balls her fist up in joy, exclaiming a loud "yes!" after doing so. you roll your eyes at her adorable little exclamation and pick up one of your own darts.

your eyes squint a little as they focus on one of the pink balloons, and you move your hand back and forth twice before actually throwing the dart, and it pops the balloon with a significantly loud pop.

"you're better than i thought, y/n."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

jeongyeon smirks at your response. "nothing." she says with a smug expression—it makes you punch her shoulder lightly, making the two of you laugh.

the two of you continue to walk around hand in hand as you stroll around the fair. cheeks red and a fuzzy, warm feeling spreading all throughout your bodies.

after getting some cotton candy to share and running around taking pictures of each other, the two of you find yourselves at the last game of the night.

jeongyeon had spot a certain fair game that certainly got her attention, it was her forte: basketball. she drags you when you're not paying attention and you let out a gasp in surprise from the sudden yank at your hand, you follow her though you don't fight back—it's as if she were an eager puppy yanking at a leash—your arm in this case.

"look at the prizes." jeongyeon says, mouth open in awe as she gazes at the large variety of stuffed animals hung up for display. there's a certain stuffed animal that catches her eye—she thinks you'd love it, and now she's determined to bag it for you.

she points at the cute, fluffy golden retriever stuffy and smiles with determination.

"i'm going to get you that one."

you chuckle at her adorable tone. "just don't concuss me when you shoot."

she rolls her eyes and gives four of her tickets to the worker, he hands her one of two basketballs in return.

you pull out your phone and start to record, jeongyeon turns to face the camera and smiles brightly, her toothy grin almost rivaling the sun.

the shooting guard winks at the camera and says, "this one's for you." then shoots.

the basketball flies up into the air and curves at an angle—it looks like it'll actually make it, but it doesn't. you laugh so hard it's almost concerning.

your laughter erupts like a volcano—you're practically cackling. you laugh until your cheeks ache from smiling so much, and your eyes are glistening from the tears that seem to form in your eyes. to add on to that, your stomach feels like it's been hit by a bus from the way it tenses up from each loud cackle—you wonder if you'll end up having a six pack by the end of the night. your camera captures every single sound and expression on jeongyeon's face.

she narrows her eyes at you, glaring playfully while you're unable to form words and there's another lighthearted pout that's thrown in your direction.

"stop that!" she groans, watching as you wipe a tear from one of your eyes.

"i thought you were good at basketball? what happened to 'star player yoo jeongyeon?'" you joke, making her stick out her tongue.

"it's rigged." she says, rolling her eyes. you continue to laugh uncontrollably from her tone.

jeongyeon sighs, redirecting her attention on the basketball in her skilled hands and the hoop in front of her. she squints her eyes a little, then shoots the basketball with perfect form and precision.

the swish makes her grin confidently, and she punches her clenched fists up, yelping a "yes!"

you roll your eyes and smile as the worker hands her the stuffed animal she had been set on winning, and the toothy grin that's on her face is one you could stare at forever—one that could rival a paintings beauty and charm.

"you actually did it." you tease, and she just rolls her eyes as she hands you the stuffed animal.

"of course i did, told you 'this one's for you'" she beams, "i'm on the basketball team for a reason."

"after that first shot i think you should reconsider-"

"shut up!" she groans and her cute response makes you laugh again—it hurts your core a bit, and it reminds you that the video of her missing is a video you'll be watching until you fall asleep tonight.

the night ends too quickly, to your dismay.

it's really cliché: jeongyeon walks you home with her hand holding yours, both of you smiling and giggling while conversing over something small.

when you two reach your front door and your foot lands on the welcome mat—jeongyeon's heart breaks a little bit.

you smile at her with a slight sadness in your eyes, wishing everything lasted just a bit longer because you don't remember the last time you've let yourself loose around someone like that.

"i had a lot of fun jeongyeon." you say with a new softness in your tone and eyes.

jeongyeon almost frowns. "me too."

"you know," you start, deciding to stall a bit before you actually have to leave. "if you didn't ace that test… i would've still went out with you."

"seriously?"

"jeongyeon," you say, amused. "a test wasn't the reason i went out with you. i like you, a lot."

"i like you too." jeongyeon says, grins stupidly and your cheeks start to burn at her precious smile. she looks at you with a sudden hint of disappointment and longing in her eyes, then speaks again. "i'll let you get back inside, it's pretty late and you know, it's been a long day."

not long enough.

"yeah." you respond sadly. "goodnight jeongyeon."

"night, pretty." she says adorably, and you scoff playfully at her stupid (-ly cute) flirting.

jeongyeon turns and starts to walk down the sidewalk that leads to your house, and the keys in your hand go into the lock of your door and turn, unlocking it and you turn at the knob—but you don't open the door just yet—instead, turning around.

"wait," you call out to jeongyeon—who pauses in her place, then pivots 180 degrees to gaze into our eyes, one of her brows raises as you walk up to her hurriedly.

"hm?" she hums in confusion, looking at you as the new, sheepish expression takes over your face.

your lips meet hers and it takes her by surprise,—but she places her hand on your cheek gently and reciprocates—jeongyeon knew your lips were soft, especially from the way you had kissed her cheek at the end of that one study session, but god they felt even better on her lips.

there's an electric thrill that runs like a current through her body, and it's absolutely unreal.

you pull away and your lips linger a little, jeongyeon feels like her heart might leap out her chest from the way it's running marathons. you're unable to contain the smile that spreads across your lips after you pull away fully—neither can jeongyeon.

the two of you stare at each other shyly, both feeling so incredibly flustered from your bold action.

"um, i'll get going. night jeongyeon." you mutter hurriedly, turning away quickly.

jeongyeon is incapable of forming words as you walk back to the front door and push it open, looking back at her with rosy cheeks and an amused grin.

"night…" she mumbles in astonishment, and you just giggle softly, closing the door.

jeongyeon's shot was aimed for your heart—and she made it.

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