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Jealousy

fandom: PLAVE pairings: various x reader genre: drama word count: roughly 1k prompt: how would they react to jealousy on their part? (NOT DATING)

a/n: hello all! I won't be posting anything next week due to the holidays. Thank you for your understanding!

You were always popular in uni: smart, dependable, and well-liked. It was part of your job as one of the seniors. It didn’t help that you were always swarmed by admirers, boys, girls, you name it.

Yejun: “Does he not know that we’re together?”

It’s always when Yejun sees you that he has questions. You were both top of your class, but he always seemed to have trouble in each subject. You scolded him when he forgot to write notes during class or skipped cram school to go play in his band.

But you didn’t mind. He has always been kind to you and you couldn’t help but soften at his sweet face and voice. He would have an endless amount of questions, ones that you couldn’t fit in a whole study period. So he invited you out to cafe’s on the weekend.

You would both meet at your favorite shop, always sitting in the same spot and ordering the same thing everytime. It would become a regular meeting and you both agreed to meet at the same time and spot for the rest of the semester. The employees basically knew what you both wanted as soon as you sat down, bringing over the regulars and giving their greetings.

It was a simple rhythm and melody throughout the semester. You both got to know each other and even frequented each other's clubs when you both had time. You would always be the first one Yejun called when the band he was in made it to first place in a band tournament against the other schools and Yejun was the first to know when you told him any good news as well.

It was a simple rhythm and melody.

Until a chorus of dissonance appeared.

Yejun was running late and you impatiently watched streams of rainfall on the windows outside. You could only become anxious from how late he was. Was he in an accident?

“Hey sunbaenim!”

You eagerly looked up, thinking it was Yejun. But to your disappointment, it was Jung from the science department. You greeted him, trying to hide your disappointment. He slid into the seat across from you. Yejun’s seat.

He struck up a conversation with you; asking about the current class you were both in, what kind of drink you were consuming, what your plans were for the day. You would politely reply and chat with him, but you couldn’t help but feel a knot in your stomach growing.

Eventually, Jung left and you checked your phone, hoping to see anything from Yejun.

Five text messages and one missed call. You felt your stomach flip and you frowned, shakily swiping your lockscreen away.

Yejun had gotten stuck in the subway and couldn’t get out for an hour. His friend was giving him a ride and should be there soon. You checked the time. He should be arriving at any second.

As if on cue, Yejun walked up to the table and sat down across from you. He breathed an apology, setting down a cup of your favorite drink and the new seasonal cake. You felt your shoulders relax and you smiled brightly at him, waving his apology away.

You began to dig inside your bag for the notes he needed to copy, happy to finally see him safe and sound. If you had looked up, you would have seen Yejun’s face had turned cold, eyes sweeping the cafe.

When you turned back to him, his usual demeanor went back to normal. An easy smile appeared when he looked at you.

Yejun was late again and The dissonance appeared.

This happened a total of three times. And each time, Yejun would catch Jung in the act of trying to flirt with you. He would always hang back, watching if Jung would do something. Anything.

And when it happened, Yejun would step in.

The fourth time Jung approached you, he tried to take your phone from you. You had protested, pulling your hand back. But he insisted and grabbed at your wrist. You could feel a certain emotion coming from Jung when he did.

You felt sick and the look in his eyes made you coil back in fear. You tried to jerk away, but his grip was too strong.

“Ah, so that’s where you are.” A soft voice rang out. “I thought we were meeting in the library today.”

You looked up to see Yejun standing at the table, a cold smile in place instead of his warm one. Jung released your hand, standing up to greet his older classmen. But was ignored as Yejun gently helped you get your stuff.

Yejun ignored Jung all the way up until he had guided you to the door. He turned towards Jung, glaring an icy stare into his soul.

No one could lay a hand on you like that.

He led you to the park and the two of you sat at one of the benches, breathing in the fresh air. Your hands were shaking as you replayed the scene in your head over and over. What could you have done to de-escalate that? What had you done or said to have him do that to you?

You felt Yejun’s clasp of your own and you instinctively leaned into his warmth.

“Are you alright?” His voice sounded husky in your ear as he came closer, your heart squeezing inside your chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.”

You shook your head and put the blame on Jung since he was pushy, even from the beginning.

You heard Yejun’s tongue click and he muttered, “Does he not know that we’re together?”

You froze, your heart beating out of your chest. The adrenaline must be making you go delusional as you sat there thinking about it, you slowly turned towards the blue man with a confused look on your face.

“...how could he know,” You breathed, waiting for him to stop you. “If you weren’t there with me?”

He stared back at you, his lips slightly parted. Before he could utter another word, you jumped back in.

“I mean, we’ve been study partners for the whole semester. We’ve been together since day one. He didn’t seem to notice that at all.”

You try to crack a whimsical smile, hoping to break the tension between you two. It seemed to work as Yejun smiled and chuckled a bit.

“That’s true. I’m always late–so how could he know?”

After that day, Yejun moved the meeting place to corresponding places depending on the season and weather. You both didn’t want that happening again.

But after that day, the two of you somehow became closer. You would share a small cake, hold hands outside, and even opted for a hug when needed.

Both of you oblivious to the fact that you held feelings for each other.

Noah: They knew that Noah was definitely keeping you all to himself.

Whenever you get busy with helping others, Noah somehow appears. He helps you with the extra tasks and treats you when you both stay late. Afterwards, he’d always ask for compensation. You would always pout and complain, but you would think it’s only fair if he’s helped you this much.

He’d ask you to help complete a game, help spot him at the gym, or go to a new cafe or shop when he bought one too many tickets. You thought it was easy enough, but then you began to hear the rumors.

Was the prince of the school, Han Noah, dating you, the top prefect? You had to put the rumors to rest, trying not to ruin Noah’s love life. You knew that there were others who lined up in droves to get a glimpse of the prince and hoped to catch his attention.

But you and Noah were just friends.

From all that time together, you had felt something but you pushed it down, thinking Noah didn’t feel the same.

So you threw yourself into your school work, helping other students and teachers as the semester went on. Noah still offered to help, but you turned him down as much as possible with simple excuses that you knew he couldn’t refuse.

I already finished most of the work–don’t you have band practice today?

One of the other prefects has already asked to help me, so I’ll be alright.

Sorry, I have cram school. I won’t be able to do much as of late.

I thought I heard that Yejun and Hamin were asking for you. Don’t keep them waiting and go!

This went on for a while and the rumors eventually died down. You knew that Noah had a kind heart, but sometimes people can really misunderstand his intentions. Eventually, you let Noah hang out with you again. He almost seemed perkier when you called for him in the hallways and in public.

“Sunbaenim!”

You heard your name being called from down the hallway and you looked over to see a group of freshmen waving at you. You waved back at them, giving them a smile. They asked if you were busy–they needed help with a project that was due soon.

You could only give them an apologetic smile and hasty apology. You had plans with Noah–but you didn’t want to tell them that.

As if he was summoned telepathically, you turned to see the prince himself. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, a wide smile on his face.

“Ready? I’ve been waiting for you for almost 20 minutes!”

“Of course I am! Greet your hoobae’s properly next time!”

You fluttered your fingers under his arm, tickling him as punishment. He bent over, quickly retracting his arm as he laughed loudly.

With a quick wave of his arm and smile to the underclassman, he spun you around and began to push you towards the exit. “Alright~, Alright~! Let’s go already!”

You hid your face in your hair, biting your lips from smiling too wide and willing your cheeks to stop burning.

If only you could see Noah’s face as he stuck his tongue out and smiled cheekily at the others. They knew that Noah was definitely keeping you all to himself.

Bamby: “Wait, why would you be jealous?”

You worked with various departments as one of the school’s top prefects and one of them had to do with a certain pink-haired gremlin. You would always run into him at social events and in the cafeteria, but you were sought out by him during any exam or test coming up.

He would come by, backpack strapped to the front of him with papers and books sticking out from the unzipped pocket.

“Sunbaenim–I need you!”

You used to be taken aback when he said this, but nowadays it’s a common occurrence. You’d watch the clock the day before exam day and then expectedly watch the door open with Bamby huffing and puffing from the sprint.

This time, you were surprised to see Bamby come in tow with four others trailing behind him.

You could hear them before you saw them, but you thought it was the soccer team passing by. The five of them piled in the room, Bamby’s ears burning underneath his hair as he muttered the usual phrase when he came to visit you.

You chuckled at his sudden shyness and instructed them to pull the tables together so they could study. They were all stuck on different subjects and each had questions for you as you went around the table. You were confident that Yejun and Hamin were solid in most subjects–they just needed a refresher in some of their notes. And Noah was fine as long as remembered certain math equations.

But it was the other two you were worried about.

Bamby was usually fast to the uptake with his subjects, but he kept bickering with Eunho for no good reason. Eunho would casually say something before Bamby would retaliate. Physically and with his sharp tongue.

You felt like you were suddenly taking care of children in grade school. Eventually, you decided to break up the study group after Eunho leaned too close to Bamby and he nailed him in the stomach for it.

The other four left, Hamin taking Eunho to the nurse, leaving you and Bamby alone to pack the rest of your stuff. You eyed Bamby and tried to come up with a way to start talking to him.

“How come you were so aggressive today?” The words spilled from your mouth before you could realize it.

Bamby’s motions slowed and kept his back to you as he zipped up the bag. The room was silent until you heard him mutter something.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you.” You stepped closer to him, hoping to hear him this time.

“...didn’t like it.”

“Bonggu please, I can’t–”

“I said, I’m annoyed that you were so close and I didn’t like it!”

His sudden shout startled you and you stared at him with wide eyes. So close? You were too close? You took a couple of steps back to give him space, but he had noticed and he pulled his lips into a pout.

“I didn’t mean me.” He closed the distance that you had given him. “I meant the others.”

You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think of why. You were close to them when you were teaching them, pointing out problems and marking things on their papers when they didn’t understand.

Then it dawned on you.

“Are you jealous?”

Bamby’s face went through a series of emotions before resting back on his poker face.

“No, I’m not!” The side of his mouth twitched.

You smiled at this. Bingo.

“Oh, you really are jealous!” You laughed, leaning against a desk for support. The thought of Bamby being jealous was too rich. Your laughter died down and your smile faded. But…

“Wait, why would you be jealous?”

You looked back at him, your face scrunched up again in confusion. If you put the broken pieces together and completed the puzzle, then–

Bamby’s face was almost comical as you looked at him. His eyes and mouth open in an ‘o’ shape. The color of his face went from a healthy pink to a stark white to a blazing red. You felt your own face heat up and before you could say anything else to him, he grabbed his bag and zipped out of the classroom.

Eunho: "Jealous? Me? Pff. Never.”

Even when you had time to help others with your studies, you did your best to participate in an athletic club or event after school. You had a lot of fun, but had to drop out halfway through the semester since you couldn’t handle juggling everything all at once.

You made a lot of friends when you participated, gaining popularity with the sports clubs and student senate as you advocated for both. But when you had to drop out, a lot of the athletic students still visited you when you held study sessions in school.

Eunho was a regular who you had met during the relay event in the beginning of the year. He was snarky, whitty, and a rizzler with anyone who approached him. But he still seemed to hang onto you when you would leave for your next class or study session.

He would always swing by with a drink in hand, promptly telling you why each drink was perfect for you.

This strawberry milk is perfect for someone as sweet as you.

I always seem to buy you a drink, but I’m always so jealous when I watch you drink it.

So you like tea? Is it because you're pre-tea?

This would go on for days on end and you would always scoff at those horrible pick up lines. You didn’t mind them, but you shouldn’t be hearing these things so frequently with how his ‘rizz’ game was.

On a day when you were having a study session with a small group, Eunho called out for you only to stop, staring at the person sitting next to you.

“Noah-hyung, what’re you doing here?”

The blonde waved at him, gesturing at his workbook that he was working on. “Homework for the next class. I forgot to do it last night, so I'm doing it now.”

You looked between the two of them, confused about what was happening. It felt like the air was electrified–in a bad way. You watched as Eunho set two drinks down, one for you and one for him, zipping a bad pick-up line your way. This prompted an eye-roll and you continued to focus on your work until someone had a question.

You weren’t paying attention, but a certain someone was. Eunho watched you lean over Noah, speaking softly as you explained the question and answer to him. Your hands brushed up against his, grabbing his pencil from his hand while you marked his page. You were too close for comfort. His comfort.

He watched you silently and when the bell rang, he stayed behind as you collected scrapes of workpaper from the tables. You had noticed how silent he was and frowned at his mood. What was his problem? He didn’t work on anything. All he did was glare at you.

“Ok,” You stood in front of him, hands on your hips. “What’s wrong? You didn’t take out a single notebook or work on anything. Are you jealous that I didn’t work with you alone today?”

Eunho’s mouth flapped open and closed before he returned the gesture: arms crossed against his chest and he turned his face away from you.

“Jealous? Me? Pff. Never.”

You frown. “Well, that’s what it looks like to me. Next time, do some actual work or request a private study time. Don’t waste your time like that again.”

You grabbed your bag and stomped out of the room, a scowl on your face. Eunho watched your retreating figure before burying his head in his arms. How was he supposed to know that he could request a private study time? If he did, he would have asked you out sooner rather than later!

Hamin: “You look upset. What’s wrong?”

Out of all the freshmen this year, only one tall hoobae caught your eye. Yu Hamin was quiet and worked by himself at the study sessions.

You made sure he was taken care of, asking if he had any questions or problems he needed help with and he would always stare at you.

Of course, it wasn't always like that.

After two weeks of the semester, he started to talk to you more. Usually it was about certain classes but eventually he began to talk about daily life. He was in the music club and a band with other member scouts recognized from your other classes.

It must be them who cracked open the introverts shell. Soon you found yourself an affectionate hoobae who would ask and call for you when he couldn't find you.

Exams were starting to pick up and you were busier than usual helping the other student helpers teach subjects to struggling students. Hamin would sit at his usual desk and finish his work but would pout whenever you had the chance to talk to him.

"You look upset. What’s wrong?” You had asked when the study session was wrapping up. You finally had some time to help him.

"I thought noona was going to help me earlier but everyone was hogging you."

You giggles at his whiny outburst, reaching to ruffle his hair. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. How about we go to that ramen place down the block? They're having a deal right now."

Hamin's mood instantly perked up and you could basically see the ears and tail appear on him.

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