#but if you leave me to my own devices I'm. not going to think about them even a little probably lol...

[multiwreckedmess]

Helloooo. Badboy!Yunho ??👀

yesssssss what about himmmm? you raaaaang? i'm always down for Badboy!yunho but he has many FLAVORS 👀

actually oh my god idea. badboy!yunho x nerd!reader no sex just build up but AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhahhahahaaha thoughts THOUGHTS no warnings ain't nothing here.

badboy!yunho is kind of the worst group project partner. He watches you tapping away at your laptop muttering under your breath with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. It's not the grin that's infuriating, at least one of you is having a good time, it's the fact that he's only brought his cellphone with him to his make up meeting.

You see, you'd normally just do the project alone, holed up in your dorm, but at least a portion of the final grade is based on four mandatory group meetings throughout the semester. Unfortunately Yunho had been "sick" (read: hungover) for the meeting the past Sunday and you had agreed to meet up again for extra credit.

"Have any plans tonight?"

"I suppose you're going to ask if you can leave to go pre-game with your frat bros." You don't even bother to look up from the google doc, not yet even opened by him.

"That's what you think of me?"

"Am I wrong?"

The chair creeks as he leans away from you without answering. Phone laying neglected on the table, he isn't even pretending to work. Not that he did much on the phone besides scroll on Instagram with his volume up.

"I'm sorry but I don't see the point of us meeting if you aren't going to at least contribute something. I can't imagine that your phone is your only device available," you finally scoff, patience waning thin. The space feels more like an interrogation chamber than a study nook. Frankly the oppositional stance he'd taken across from you did not help with the tension, his eyes always tracing you.

"Is my charming smile not enough of a benefit?" He flashes a winning grin at you.

"No."

"What if we fucked? Would that be considered contributing?"

"My sex life is fine, thanks." Embarrassment burns in your cheeks as you try to hold the guise of studying. The cursor blinking hopefully on the long forgotten running bibliography tab.

Yunho sees his opening. Your head ducking deeper into the laptop screen without any sounds of typing is a dead giveaway. Getting up he circles the table to stand just over your shoulder, leaning in as though he was genuinely interested in the work you were doing. "That's not what I asked."

You lamely toggle the open windows on your screen, pretending not to hear him. Despite his hushed volume, his face was close enough to yours to feel the warmth of his skin radiating.

"I wanted to know, by your definition, if we fucked if that would count as participation in the project. We're going to fuck anyway, I just want to know if I'll get credit."

Goosebumps bloom down your shoulders all the way to buzz at your fingertips. Sitting in a stunned silent, almost out of body experience, you watch as Yunho rubs your forearm gently.

"Are you cold?" He asks a little too loudly before leaning over to loosely hold you in a back hug. "Or are you just excited at the thought?"

Maybe you are a little cold. His body heat feels nice to have so close to you. He's like a big electric blanket velcro'd to you and you can't help but start to enjoy the way your shoulders fit nicely between his. "No. Yunho, I need you to focus. I need to focus."

He promptly withdraws to your side, perched over the computer still but in his own bubble. Dragging a chair to your side he watches as you type, tabbing between windows and fleshing out the outline. Slowly his head weighs his arm down and he ends up nearly laying across the table, looking up at you instead of the screen. "If I focus, will you go out with me tonight?"

"Sure." You answer curtly. Then his question hits you in the back of the head like a stack of bricks. "No, wait, what?"

His eyes a brighten. "No take backsies, you said-"

"Are you joking?" Anger and embarrassment bubbles inside of you.

"I'm yours for now but you're mine tonight."

[dcviated]

He actually found it a pretty apt comparison. Wasn't she just as blood thirsty? The young man still feels the sting on his shin. And, well... Zelda could be considered a number of different things, Zachary realized. Perhaps, however, Bombchu would remain most apt. With how energetic she was, it sure seemed to fit. Though, typically people would run from Bombchus.. here he found himself. Time after time.

Following along after her.

The foray served its purpose. Most of his frustration found itself assuaged by the destructive force of the rather formidable alley. Like most people, Zach had never thrown a bombchu before let alone a bomb. So, seeing those devices zip their way around the walls and down the floors was equal parts frightening and incredible.

Zelda had gotten the bulk of the plays, having her allowance as large as it was, but Zach did good for the one round he did play near the end. Though he- just like Zelda, found himself walled by that bizarre little bird and the sliding traps from the grand prize. It took a certain discipline not to spend all of his own savings on the game.

Still. Frustrating that may be. It helped him forget Fulk for the time being. Leaving the establishment his expression was brighter, the wrinkle in his lip one of calculating rather than self-loathing. Green gaze flits over to Zelda, as she recounts the better parts of their endeavor. He finds himself smirking before he replies.

"I mean, I'd like to- but practicing with bombchus isn't exactly practical. Where do you even get your hands on those things? I'd like to know, to be honest.." He huffs, knowing that the royal guard wouldn't have anything along those lines. Swords and shields. Some lances. But bombs? Tch.

Zelda begins to dash away, but before she's out of arm's reach- Zach catches her by the wrist. Where his expression had been pensive, now- at least for that fleeting moment- it was concerned.

"Oy! What'd I say about making my job harder? Don't run off without me. I gotta keep my eye on you, y'know. Especially since it's getting later." He sighs, falling into pace and only releasing her hand once it was matched. And he was confident she wouldn't dash again.

"Listen, I'm.. glad you-" He mulls his words. "-decided not to go back. Don't worry about paying me back for any of this. We can just grab some treats that I can bring back to my sis, and that'll be more than good. I think. And then I'll escort you home."

Finding a shop that offered treats might be difficult this time of day. With everything winding down, there's only a variety foodstuffs store that seems to be available. Dang. Had they really spent that much time in the alley? Not that he regretted it, but... oh well. There'd be tomorrow for the other things, wouldn't there?

And besides. Then he wouldn't have to worry about Zelda.

She puffed out her cheeks indignantly, "I'm not a cuccoo and that's a bad comparison anyway. Cuccoo's are blood thirsty beasts if crossed the wrong way." Zelda just felt a bit dejected as all. Was this really what Zach dealt with from the other knights? She knew he was one of the few commoners among the ranks, but she had never predicted he would face scrutiny for being the knight closest to her. Being Royalty was rough...

Luckily Zack seems intent upon forgetting the encounter and enjoying the game. It left Zelda with much to ponder, but he had been kind enough to escort her out here. She can't just dejectedly go running back with her tail between her legs now.

A nod as she followed him inside. The game was as chaotic as expected. They went for several rounds, and Zelda had a surprising amount of fun once she got really into. Although, she kept getting stuck at the last round where you had to avoid blowing up a rather stalwart cuccoo.

It couldn't be real, right?

Her bad mood was seemingly forgotten by the time they had finished, and they had managed to at least win one small prize. A haphazardly made ceramic charm of a bombchu.

By the time they exited the building the sun was tinged in orange and the liveliness of the market had seemingly dispersed for the day.

"--Oh but when you whirled around and managed to bomb the second wall that one time while avoiding the razor was really cool! You should teach me how to do that sometime!" Zelda exclaimed excitedly as they walked back from the entertainment district.

There's a pause as she stops.

"...Oh we should go buy some snacks and stuff before the shops close for the evening. I did promise to buy you lunch. C'mon." Zelda says, remembering her earlier promise before darting off ahead, assuming Zach would follow behind.