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Part-Time Lover | JxW - masterlist

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: strong language (profanity), petty arguments, depictions of stress/anxiety related to online and work life, light suggestive jokes/humor. (thats about it in this chapt) smut warnings: n/a (yet) wc: 4600

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It was a normal Monday—or, well, as normal as it could be after two weeks of working as a make-up artist at the top beauty company in the industry. Two weeks in, and instead of painting glamorous looks on celebrities and idols, you were running out of the office, battling public transit, just to fetch your CEO his daily coffee from a café so exclusive it required two bus transfers and possibly your sanity.

You weren't a secretary. You weren't an errand girl. You were a licensed, certified make-up artist for crying out loud! Yet somehow, in this strange hierarchy of tasks, you'd managed to become both his personal coffee runner and his private, exclusive make-up artist. Every morning, bright and early, you trekked to his ridiculously luxurious penthouse to "work your magic"—a process that usually involved two dabs of foundation, some lip balm, and you expertly applying his skincare routine.

Why did he need skincare at 6 a.m.? He didn't. He was the type of guy whose flawless complexion could sell serums just by existing. But apparently, making your life harder was his morning cardio.

This morning was no different. The croissant you grabbed was warm when you bought it. The coffee—a very specific order of Jeonghan's signature honey macchiato, no sugar, extra foam—was piping hot when handed to you. By the time you plopped it onto his pristine desk, though, it was "too cold" for his tastes. Of course, he wouldn't ask you to reheat it, because "it's not freshly made anymore," as he oh-so-smugly liked to remind you. But that smug little smile he flashed before you left his office? Oh, that was the cherry on top.

Jerk.

By the time you returned to the studio, the models were already lined up, waiting for their faces to be transformed. A much better use of your talent, if you said so yourself. As you worked, your co-workers showered you with praise during the break. 'You're doing amazing for someone so new!' they gushed. And sure, maybe part of you wondered if they were being extra nice because they knew you were being run ragged by the boss. But still, you let yourself bask in the compliments. You deserved it.

Flashback to two weeks ago, your interview day.

It was supposed to be the start of something great. A fresh chapter, a dream job. And yet, from the moment your toe slammed into the edge of your side table that morning, you knew the universe had other plans. By the time you boarded the bus, traffic had already declared war on your schedule. And if that wasn't bad enough, when you finally made it to the company's towering glass headquarters, you collided with some guy in the lobby—face-first, right into his shoulder.

He didn't even flinch. You, on the other hand, hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Your skirt askew, your blouse wrinkled, and your pride in shambles, you scrambled to your feet and mumbled a hasty apology before bolting toward the interview room.

The interview itself went well—at least, you thought so—until someone pointed out the blood trickling down your knee. Apparently, you'd scraped it in the fall but had been so focused on making it on time, you didn't even notice. Typical you. Priorities, right?

Back in the present, you can't help but think: maybe your boss's smugness, the ridiculous coffee runs, and his insistence on morning skincare aren't random. Maybe this job is some kind of cosmic test. Either way, you're determined to ace it—even if it means surviving another 6 a.m. call time at his penthouse tomorrow.

After slipping into your gaming chair, you took a deep breath, brushing back stray strands of hair as you adjusted your bunny-ear headphones. The LED lights of your room, set to a soft pink glow, reflected faintly on the camera feed. Your overlay—a minimalistic design featuring your username in sleek gold letters—flashed as the stream began. The familiar ding of chat messages filling up the screen brought a faint, almost imperceptible smile to your face.

"Evening, chat," you said, voice calm, almost bored, as your hand moved the mouse effortlessly to launch the game. "Let's make this quick. I have a meeting at seven tomorrow."

The chat exploded, as expected:

- "LOOKING SO CUTE IN OFFICE CLOTHES?!" - "MISS BOSS LADY ATE THIS LOOK." - "Wait, you have a job?!" - "Noooo don't stop streaming full-time T_T."

You scrolled through, giving a few nods to the flood of comments, before spotting the one you dreaded seeing. "You're boring," it read, the username unmistakably @everyone-woo.

You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Wouldn't be here if I was." That was enough to set your chat into a frenzy.

Wonwoo. That guy was a walking headache wrapped in a smooth voice and annoyingly skilled gameplay. Ever since Seungkwan introduced you two at that gaming expo, he'd made it his life's mission to be a thorn in your side—whether in streams, ranked matches, or random Discord voice chats. But, if you were honest, your win record against him was one of your greatest flexes.

The game lobby loaded, and your fingers moved automatically to adjust the settings. You glanced at chat once more before you dove in. "You're loud today. Let's see if you'll keep that energy when we hit Master rank tonight," you said, raising an eyebrow. That earned a fresh wave of excitement from your fans.

- "She said MASTER RANK tonight." - "SHE'S TOO CONFIDENT???" - "wonwoo crying rn"

But just as you were about to start, a Discord notification pinged in your headset. Of course, it was him.

@everyone_woo: "Play duo with me, coward." You sighed. Why was he always like this? Ignoring him wasn't an option because you knew he'd just spam you until you caved. So, begrudgingly, you invited him to the match.

The loading screen transitioned into the game's map, a vibrant cityscape filled with sniper points, tight alleyways, and glowing neon signs. You were on a high-stakes mission to extract rare data cores while eliminating rival players. The game began, and your hands flew over the keyboard, your voice sharp and commanding.

"Cover the left, and don't get caught out again," you barked over comms as you eliminated two enemies in rapid succession. "You act like I don't know how to play,"Wonwoo replied, his tone smooth. "Just focus on not dying this time." "I don't die. I win," you shot back, smirking as you caught him lagging behind and threw a smoke grenade his way, effectively trapping him while you took out another enemy solo. The chat went wild:

- "WONWOO CARRIED IN SMOKE RN LMFAOO." - "MISS OFFICE LADY DOESN'T PLAY." - "IMAGINE LOSING TO HER AGAIN."

By the end of the match, you'd racked up MVP with an impressive kill streak, while Wonwoo was a distant second. Your fans cheered in chat, throwing praise and laughing at Wonwoo's apparent frustration.

"GG, everyone," you said, leaning back in your chair as you took a sip of water. "GG?" Wonwoo scoffed. "You call bullying your teammate GG?" "You deserved it," you replied, not missing a beat.

He chuckled, and for a moment, the teasing dropped, his voice softer. "You're getting better, you know. If you keep this up, I might have to actually try."

You paused, caught off guard by the rare, genuine compliment. But before you could reply, he added, "Or maybe I'll just start taking all the credit for training you."

"And there it is," you muttered, shaking your head. The chat roared with laughter as you ended the match and turned back to engage with your fans, leaving Wonwoo behind to stew in his defeat.

As the stream wound down and the camera focused on your face, you finally smiled—a small, tired one that barely reached your eyes. "Thanks for watching, guys. See you next time."

You clicked the stream off and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The adrenaline was fading, and reality crept back in. Work tomorrow. Rent due next week. Your mom's treatments. It was a lot, but you'd manage.

You always did.

The next day, you were already too irritated to function properly. It was too early for this. You groggily squinted at your phone. 3:37 a.m. in. the. fucking. morning., and it wouldn't stop ringing. Seriously, who calls at this ungodly hour?

You glanced at the caller ID and groaned. Jeonghan. Of course. The man really didn't believe in boundaries.

With a heavy sigh, you swiped to answer, your voice equal parts sleepy and annoyed. "Hello?"

For a moment, there was no response. Just silence on the other end. What kind of sick joke was this? You were about two seconds away from hanging up when his voice finally came through.

"I have a meeting early today. Come get me set."

And just like that, the call ended.

You stared at your phone in disbelief, blinking slowly as if processing what had just happened. "What the actual fuck?" you muttered to no one in particular.

Was this even legal? Well... yeah. It was in the contract. You knew it when you signed up for this job, but that didn't make it any less irritating. Begrudgingly, you dragged yourself out of bed and began to get ready.

By the time you arrived at Jeonghan's penthouse, the clock read 4:15 a.m., and your irritation was teetering dangerously close to snapping. The building's elevator ride to the top floor was silent save for the quiet hum of your thoughts: Why is this my life? You'd slept a grand total of three hours, and now you were about to do the minimalist, yet somehow necessary morning routine of your boss—a man whose face looked like it had been Photoshopped into reality.

You'd been here enough times that you were starting to get used to the spaciousness of the place, even though it screamed, I have more money than you'll ever see in your lifetime.

Knocking softly on the door to his bedroom, you waited for his reply before stepping in with your makeup kit in hand. Jeonghan was already in his usual spot, sitting gracefully in that ridiculously luxurious chair of his, looking like he'd just rolled out of a photoshoot.

Sometimes, you couldn't help but think about how unfairly pretty he was. Sure, he was a man, but why did he look prettier than most women and still manage to be ruggedly handsome at the same time? It was like the universe had decided to give him every aesthetic advantage possible. And it wasn't just his looks. He had the personality to match—charming, charismatic, and annoyingly easygoing in a way that made everyone at work either idolize him or fall in love with him.

The man was running a beauty company, and somehow, just one look at him was enough to convince people to buy into the brand. Honestly? You got it.

Still, that didn't mean you were happy to be here at this ungodly hour.

"Morning," you muttered, setting down your kit and trying to sound professional despite wanting to scream into the void.

Jeonghan smirked, the kind of smirk that made you want to both slap him and admit he had the face of a god. "You look tired."

You froze, hands hovering over the foundation. "Gee, I wonder why."

His laughter was soft but infuriatingly smug. "It's in the contract, isn't it?"

You didn't bother to respond and got to work, dabbing foundation onto his already flawless skin. Why he even needed you for this routine was beyond you. His skin was perfect, like he bathed in unicorn tears or something. Honestly, you felt like this was less about necessity and more about his weird desire to mess with you.

"Stop glaring," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm not glaring," you shot back, pressing the sponge into his cheek just a little harder than necessary. "Just thinking about how ridiculous this is."

"You say that every morning, but you still show up," he pointed out, tilting his head slightly to let you apply concealer.

"Because it's my job, Jeonghan," you snapped, finishing up the final touches with a flourish.

He hummed thoughtfully, clearly enjoying your irritation. "You're very good at it, though. I'm starting to think I hired you for the wrong department."

You rolled your eyes and started packing up your kit. "You mean the department where I'm supposed to work on models and celebrities instead of you? Yeah, me too."

His laugh was annoyingly melodic, and you hated that it made you momentarily forget why you were pissed.

"Well," he said, standing and stretching—his shirt slipping off one shoulder in a way that felt way too intentional. "I do appreciate your dedication. Let's go."

"Go where?" you asked, blinking at him in confusion.

"To the meeting," he said casually, grabbing his blazer.

"Wait. You're dragging me along?"

"Of course," he said with a wink, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're my secret weapon."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. What the hell did that even mean? Whatever it was, you had a sinking feeling that your day was about to get a whole lot worse.

The meeting was held at a ridiculously upscale hotel that made you feel like you didn't belong the second you stepped into the marble-floored lobby. Jeonghan, of course, walked in like he owned the place—which, for all you knew, he might as well have.

You followed a step behind him, clutching your bag and trying to ignore how many people were staring at the two of you. Well, mostly him, you corrected silently. Jeonghan had that effect on people, making heads turn wherever he went. It was like his beauty made him untouchable, and yet here you were—running on fumes and three hours of sleep—dragged along like a reluctant sidekick.

The meeting room was filled with men in sharp suits and women in designer dresses. Everyone exuded confidence, their laughter and chatter echoing off the high ceilings. As Jeonghan sauntered in, the room seemed to quiet just a little, all eyes flicking toward him.

"CEO Yoon," one of the executives greeted with an overly polished smile. "Always a pleasure."

Jeonghan returned the greeting with a smile of his own—charming, disarming, and entirely fake. You could tell because you'd seen his real smiles, rare as they were, and they didn't have that calculated gleam.

You stood awkwardly near the back of the room, unsure of what to do. You weren't supposed to be here, really. The makeup part of your job was done, so why had he insisted on dragging you along? You were still wondering when Jeonghan turned to you, gesturing for you to come closer.

"Stay by my side," he said under his breath, his tone low enough that only you could hear.

Your eyebrows shot up. "Why? I don't even know what's going on."

"You don't need to." He flashed that infuriating smirk again before turning back to his associates.

The meeting began, and you quickly realized just how out of your depth you were. They were talking about brand expansions, marketing strategies, and other high-level corporate stuff that flew right over your head. Yet, every so often, Jeonghan would glance your way, as if silently checking to make sure you were still there.

It wasn't until about halfway through the presentation that you started to piece it together. The execs were pitching ideas for a new ad campaign, and every suggestion seemed to revolve around using make-up artists to market the brand.

Ah, you thought, your irritation bubbling back to the surface. So that's why I'm here.

Jeonghan leaned over, his voice barely above a whisper. "See? I told you you'd be useful."

You shot him a glare, barely resisting the urge to kick him under the table. "You could've just asked," you hissed back.

"Where's the fun in that?" he replied, his smirk widening.

The meeting dragged on for what felt like an eternity, with Jeonghan occasionally throwing you under the bus by mentioning your professional make-up abilities and asking for your "input." It was infuriating, especially since you weren't prepared, but somehow, you managed to string together a few coherent answers.

By the time it was over, you were seething. The second you were out of earshot of the execs, you rounded on Jeonghan.

"You used me," you said, jabbing a finger into his chest.

He raised an eyebrow, looking entirely unbothered. "I utilized your strengths. There's a difference."

"You dragged me out of bed at 3 a.m. for this. You didn't even warn me."

"You handled it well," he said simply, shrugging as if that was supposed to make everything better.

"You're a nightmare," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

"And yet," he said, his voice dropping to that annoyingly soft tone he used when he wanted to mess with you, "you keep showing up."

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came out. He was right, and you hated that.

"Let's get breakfast," he said casually, already heading toward the exit as if the argument never happened.

You stood there for a moment, torn between wanting to strangle him and being too exhausted to argue further. Finally, with a resigned sigh, you followed.

This job is going to kill me, you thought as you trailed after him, wondering why, despite everything, you couldn't bring yourself to quit.

The day had been long, but Jeonghan letting you off early felt like a rare, unexpected win. Maybe he wasn't entirely the devil in disguise. You got home earlier than usual, but exhaustion weighed down your every step.

Dropping onto your bed, you stared at the ceiling. You were too tired to do anything—too tired to even exist at this point—but the thought of skipping a stream wasn't an option. The donations from your loyal fanbase added up to a decent amount, enough to make a real difference for your mother's treatment.

For every two-hour stream, you usually pulled in somewhere around ₩200,000 to ₩500,000 (about 140 - 360 in USD) in donations, and that was on top of ad revenue and sponsorships. Not streaming meant losing that cash. You couldn't afford that luxury.

Dragging yourself up, you splashed cold water on your face, applied makeup to hide the evidence of your exhaustion, and slipped into your favorite hoodie and sweatpants—ultimate comfort mode. At least, this way, you could collapse straight into bed after the stream.

Once you were set up, you logged into League of Legends and hit the "Go Live" button. The familiar ding of viewers joining flooded your screen, and the chat started scrolling faster than you could read.

- "oh wow she's streaming early!!" - "How are you this pretty AND good at games?? life's unfair" - "no way this girl just got back from WORK and still streams for us 😭"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yeah, long day," you muttered, scrolling through the chat. "Let's just say it involved too much coffee and a certain boss who doesn't know boundaries."

The chat exploded with questions, but you quickly brushed them off. "Alright, enough about that. Let's play."

You loaded into Summoner's Rift and invited Mingyu and Hoshi to your party. Their voices came through your headset loud and clear.

"Finally," Mingyu said with a dramatic groan. "You took forever."

"Busy life," you replied flatly, your fingers already moving across the keyboard.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's see if you're still sharp after that 'busy life,'" Hoshi teased, laughter in his voice.

The three of you dove into the first match, the synergy between your champions clicking effortlessly. You picked Ahri, your favorite mid-laner, while Mingyu locked in Jhin as ADC and Hoshi went full chaos with Nautilus support.

The game started off smooth. You roamed bot to help Mingyu secure a double kill early, and Hoshi's crowd control locked down enemies like a pro. "Easy," you muttered, watching Ahri's Orb of Deception slice through their mid-laner.

The chat loved it, spamming:

- "SHE'S ON FIRE TODAY 🔥🔥🔥" - "carry them!"

But then, things took a turn.

A new match started, and suddenly, a mysterious player joined the enemy team. Their username was obnoxiously simple—W1NN3R—but their gameplay was anything but basic.

From the first five minutes, it was clear: this player was insanely good. They picked Zed and dominated mid-lane, completely shutting down your Ahri.

"What the fuck?" you muttered, narrowing your eyes as Zed solo-killed you under your turret. The chat immediately lit up.

- "REPORT THAT GUY OMG" - "hes gotta be scripting. no way."

Mingyu laughed through the comms. "You good over there? Or do I need to come babysit?"

"Shut up and focus on your own lane," you snapped, though your tone wasn't harsh.

Hoshi chimed in. "Seriously though, this guy's movement is nuts. Think he's cheating?"

"Doesn't matter," you muttered. "We'll handle it."

But "handling it" proved impossible. Zed didn't just dominate mid; he roamed with brutal efficiency, turning bot lane into a slaughterhouse and even outplaying Hoshi's Nautilus hooks.

The chat was losing its mind.

- "WHO IS THIS GUY?!" - "he's playing like Faker, wtf." - "Shes gonna snap, I feel it"

By the time the enemy Nexus was destroyed, you were glaring at your screen, jaw clenched.

"Rematch," you said flatly.

Mingyu snickered. "You sure? You look like you're about to throw your keyboard."

"Shut up and queue," you shot back.

The next match started, and, of course, W1NN3R was there again, picking Lee Sin this time. It felt personal now.

The early game was brutal. Lee Sin invaded your jungle, stealing buffs and setting your team back. By mid-game, he was everywhere—dragon pit, Baron lane, even popping out of bushes just to taunt you with an emote before disappearing.

"Okay, now I'm pissed," you muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Join the club," Mingyu grumbled, watching his Jhin get obliterated in a 1v1.

But then something clicked. You and your team started coordinating like never before. You baited out Lee Sin's Flash with a well-timed Charm, Mingyu's ultimate picked off their ADC, and Hoshi's Nautilus hook finally nailed Lee Sin.

The chat erupted:

- "LET'S GOOOOOO!!!" - "comeback incoming??? 👀👀👀"

Your heart pounded as the match entered its final moments. With Lee Sin down, you and Mingyu pushed mid, taking out two inhibitors while Hoshi distracted the enemy team at Baron.

It was chaos, pure and simple, but in the end, you stood victorious as the enemy Nexus exploded.

"Fuck yeah!" you shouted, throwing your hands up in triumph. Mingyu and Hoshi whooped through the comms, and even Seungkwan—who had joined as a spectator—cheered.

The chat was in full celebration mode:

- "SHE DID IT OMGGGG" - "THAT WAS INSANE!!1" - "better than the LCK finals tbh"

But just as you were about to log off, a private message popped up on your screen from W1NN3R.

"Not bad, rookie."

Your jaw dropped. "The hell does that mean?"

"Looks like you've got a rival now," Mingyu teased, laughing.

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, though your lips quirked up in the faintest hint of a smile.

Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, the faint glow of his monitor illuminating his face. His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he scrolled through @kitsunya's stream highlights on a private browser tab. The username was one he'd first come across by accident—or so he told himself. In truth, it was impossible not to hear about you.

For months, your name had been everywhere. His friends—Mingyu, Seungkwan, and even the perpetually chill Vernon—couldn't stop raving about you. "You have to see this girl play," Seungkwan had said during a casual hangout. "She's insane, like, not just good—insanely good." Mingyu had chimed in, grinning ear to ear, "Plus, she's got this vibe, man. You know, that 'I don't give a shit' attitude? People eat that up."

At first, Jeonghan had been indifferent. Streamers came and went, and he wasn't particularly interested in gaming content anymore. But the buzz around @kitsunya became impossible to ignore. Curiosity eventually got the better of him, and one night, he pulled up one of your streams on a whim.

You were playing League of Legends, your Ahri effortlessly decimating the enemy team. But it wasn't just your skill that struck him. It was your demeanor—calm, focused, and entirely unbothered by the chaos in the chat. The way you'd glance at the comments, roll your eyes at the ridiculous ones, and occasionally smirk when someone said something clever made you... different. You weren't trying to please anyone, yet people couldn't help but adore you.

And Jeonghan? He found himself watching more streams than he cared to admit.

The moment you walked into his office for the job interview months later, he recognized you instantly. You were dressed professionally, hair neatly styled, no hint of the gamer persona he'd seen on screen. But the moment you sat down, with that same composed, no-nonsense attitude, Jeonghan's suspicions were confirmed.

"Kitsunya," he had thought, barely able to keep the smirk off his face.

It was surreal. The person the internet simped over, the one who had his friends screaming in Discord chats, was sitting across from him, asking for a position at his company. You had no idea he knew. He decided then and there that he wouldn't tell you.

You were professional, articulate, and undeniably qualified for the role. He almost didn't hire you—not because you weren't good, but because he wondered if it was too much of a coincidence. What were the odds? But curiosity won. He wanted to see you up close, to figure out if the composed, almost unapproachable aura you projected was real—or just another layer of your persona.

And maybe, deep down, he wanted to test you. Not out of cruelty or envy—no, Jeonghan wasn't that petty. It was because he found you... interesting. There was something fascinating about the way you carried yourself, like you'd built walls so high no one could touch you. He wanted to see what was behind them.

Now, as he queued up for another match on League, the familiar sound of the loading screen filled his penthouse. He glanced at the username on his anonymous account: W1NN3R. It was a name he used only on this account—a throwaway he'd created for casual games. No one knew it was his alter account, not even his friends.

The match started, and as expected, your Ahri was mid-lane. Jeonghan leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand as his Zed effortlessly weaved through your skill shots. He wasn't going easy on you—not that you'd want him to. That much, he was certain of.

He smirked as he landed a flawless combo, taking you down under turret.

"The fuck?" Your voice filtered through the stream. Jeonghan chuckled.

He could hear Mingyu and Hoshi on comms, their playful banter trying to lighten the mood. But you weren't laughing. Your frustration was palpable, and the chat was eating it up.

- "WHO IS THIS GUY?!" - "he's toying with her 😭" - "Someone better REPORT."

Jeonghan's smirk widened. He wasn't trying to piss you off—not really. But he couldn't deny how entertaining it was to see you so riled up. The composed, unbothered streamer he'd admired was slipping, just a little, and he found it... captivating.

By the time the match ended, Jeonghan had secured victory, but not without effort. You and your team had pushed him to his limits in the late game, and for a brief moment, he thought he might lose.

As he typed a message in the game's chat—"Not bad, rookie."—he imagined your reaction. Would you roll your eyes? Scoff? Curse under your breath?

He didn't stick around to see. Exiting the game, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, glancing at the time. It was late, but he wasn't tired. Not yet.

Scrolling through his email, he saw one from you—a quick report about the latest product launch. Always efficient, always thorough. He smirked again, shaking his head. The stark contrast between the professional you at work and the fiery, competitive gamer on stream was something else entirely.

Maybe one day, he'd tell you he knew. But for now? He liked having this secret to himself. Watching you navigate both worlds, unaware that he was observing from both sides, was just too... fun.

Jeonghan closed his laptop, his thoughts lingering on you longer than he'd care to admit.

"Interesting," he murmured to himself, a small smile playing on his lips.

And maybe—just maybe—he'd queue up as W1NN3R again tomorrow.

a/n: posting chapter 2 asap. wait for it, tomorrow 9pm sharp ;)) #iamnowuploadingdailytogetthislazyassofmineworking AND I AM CURRENTLY MAKING A JEONGHAN FANFIC REQUESTED BY SOMEONE (i'll be posting it next week)

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ something about this man makes me feel so... ughhhh nghhh. iloveyouwonwoo he's so hot wtf (the face shop ambassador cause his facecard never declines frfr) ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

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🎮Part-Time Lover | JxW 🎭 `~^\___TEASER___/^~`

JxW Fanfiction / Jeonghan & Wonwoo FF (SERIES)

Afab!Reader x Jeonghan & Wonwoo - MDNI Genre: Smut, CEO x Streamer, CEO x Employee, Gamer x Gamer, Streamer x Gamer, Streamer x Streamer, Enemies to Lovers(?), Friends to Lovers(?), Friends with Benefits, Slowburn, Angst, Romance, RomCom, Workplace Romance, Love Triangle(?), Slice of Life, Modern AU, (inspired by GAM3B01) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: explicit sexual content (18+, smut), alcohol consumption, mentions of drunken behavior, slight workplace power imbalance (CEO x Employee dynamic), strong language (profanity), cyberbullying/online hate (mentions of rumors, edited content), emotional manipulation (mild, e.g., jeonghan’s cold treatment), petty arguments (playful/tense, potential verbal sparring), depictions of stress/anxiety related to online and work life, light suggestive jokes/humor, mentions of romantic/sexual tension between characters, enemies to lovers-style tension (includes teasing, rivalry, jealousy), and my shitty writing (lol I hope y'all enjoy on this one) wc: 734

TEASER

🎮 "In a world where gaming isn’t just a hobby but a battlefield..." 🎭

By all accounts, your life shouldn’t be this complicated. You’ve mastered the double life effortlessly—or at least, that’s what it looks like from the outside.

By day, you’re the razor-sharp assistant to Jeonghan, a CEO whose reputation is as sleek as the tailored suits he wears. In the professional world, you’re known for your no-nonsense attitude, your precision, your ability to keep up with a man whose demands leave most people in the dust. By night, though, you’re a completely different force: Kitsunya. The streamer with a bite, whose persona is as sharp as her gameplay. You’ve carved out a name in a world that doesn’t give second chances, where every mistake—or perceived mistake—can uncover years of hard work.

And for a while, you had it all figured out. A rhythm. A balance. Two worlds, perfectly parallel, never touching. Until that night.

You don’t need anyone to remind you what happened—though your brain seems to enjoy doing it anyway. One drink too many, a kiss you didn’t mean to give, and suddenly, Jeonghan was no longer just your boss. He was the man you’d kissed. The man whose lips lingered far too long in your memory, though you can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or something else entirely.

The fallout? Silent, subtle, but impossible to ignore.

Jeonghan hasn’t spoken a word about it since. But he didn’t have to. His actions say it all: the coffee runs to nowhere, the cold detachment, the subtle but deliberate way he keeps you at arm’s length. And yet, his eyes linger. Longer than they should. As if he’s waiting for you to say something—or maybe daring you not to.

But here’s the kicker: you’re not even sure you know what you’d say.

And then, there’s Wonwoo.

Oh, Wonwoo. The thorn in your side, the bane of your streams. The gamer who seems to have made it his life’s mission to get under your skin. What started as casual teasing during streams has evolved into full-on verbal warfare, the kind that has fans pulling out popcorn and hashtags. It should be easy to dismiss him as just another troll in your life, but there’s something about him that’s… infuriatingly magnetic. You hate that you’re even thinking about him right now.

The tension between you and Jeonghan is one thing. But now, people are starting to notice the dynamic between you and Wonwoo—particularly Jeonghan. You can feel it in the way his gaze sharpens when your name comes up, the way he watches your streams a little too closely. It’s not possessiveness, not exactly. But it’s something, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the heat from it.

Then, just when you thought things couldn’t get messier, the gaming world turned on you.

A viral clip. A doctored video accusing you of hacking. In a space where credibility is everything, the hit was personal. Haters piled on, armed with accusations and hashtags, while loyal fans fought to defend you. It was chaos. But you? You handled it like you always do—with a smirk, a quip, and a gameplay session that shut them all up.

Still, the stress is starting to seep in, and you don’t know how much longer you can keep your walls intact.

And then, Seungcheol happened.

A party, he said. Just a casual get-together for streamers and friends. You’d turned him down initially—your schedule was packed, and honestly, you weren’t in the mood to socialize. But Seungkwan and Hoshi wouldn’t let up, their constant nagging somehow finding its way into your streams and DMs. By the time the weekend rolled around, you found yourself with no choice but to show up.

So, here you are.

Jeonghan’s there, of course. Polished, poised, and watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. Wonwoo’s there too, leaning against the bar with that infuriating smirk of his, as if he knows something you don’t. And the rest of your circle? Laughing, teasing, acting like life isn’t one giant chess game where every move feels loaded with meaning.

The night is young, and the air hums with the kind of energy that promises something big.

You thought boss battles in gaming were tough? This tension, unresolved feelings, and unexpected rivalries would be enough to make your hairs attached to your head fall out. Because the real game? It’s just getting started.

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a/n: to make up the loss of my sudden-long vaca, i wrote this for the reader-anon who requested this ages ago (a wonwoo ff but i decided to add my lovely wife, jeonghan to the mix cause i love and miss him so fucking bad). and now, im making a teaser cause i feel bad for staying out far too long. i have a ton of works pending and im already on it cause like wtf i love writing and this has been on my head far too long. I HOPE YOU GUYS WOULD WANT TO READ THIS AND LMAO I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED OMC SERIES AND IM ALREADY MAKING ANOTHER ONE WTF ajwnruoenfguoaofa im making a masterlist, for those who wants to be added on the taglist reblog / comment on this post and you'll be automatically added ! TY FOR READING ILY GUYS SM

[honeyhae-svt]

Welcome to SEVENTEEN Masterlist!

MDNI 🚫 — I will block those without age indicators on their profiles!

Contents:

SEVENTEEN x Reader

SEVENTEEN X Reader x Reader (xmas edition)

Yoon Jeonghan (YJH) x Reader

Hong Jisoo Joshua (HJS) x Reader

Kwon Soonyoung (KSY) x Reader

Jeon Wonwoo (JWW) x Reader

Yoon Jeonghan | Jeon Wonwoo (JxW) x Reader

Legend

Types: ✧ Oneshot ✯ Series ☆ headcanons Genres: 🔞 Smut ☁️ Fluff 🌊 Angst

Adore You (YJH) ✧ | ☁️🔞

Second Lead, First Choice (YJH)✧ | 🔞🌊

Misdated (KSY) ✧ | 🌊🔞

Christmas With Seventeen (SVT) ✧ | ☁️🌊

Sucker For You (JWW) ✧ | 🔞

On My Command (SVT) ✯ | 🔞🌊

Part-Time Lover (JxW) ✯ | 🔞🌊

Kissing my Bestfriend (But it's SVT) ☆ | 🔞☁️

wonwoo's headcanon when he falls for someone (you) (JWW) ☆ | ☁️

joshua's headcanon when he falls for someone (you) (HJJ) ☆ | ☁️

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Legend

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Untold (KHR) - ✧ | 🌊☁️

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On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (SERIES)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MDNI!!!

GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Gunshots, Blood, Language, Manipulation. -warnings for this chapter

♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO.

READER IS NAMED LI MEI QUIANG

>>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST ♡

On My Command - Masterlist (Chapters)

CHAPTER 4

The living room was a chaotic yet strangely harmonious scene. Wonwoo and Mingyu were deeply immersed in their video game battle, the rapid clicking of controllers filling the space. Seungkwan and Deokyeom sat nearby, casually watching the game unfold, while Minghao stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about you—how he had seen you last night and then again in a much more complicated situation.

Jun entered the room and immediately noticed Minghao's distant gaze. He wasn't one to let a good opportunity slip by, so he playfully waved his hand in front of Minghao's face before pulling a small knife from his pocket. Without a second thought, he aimed it behind Minghao's head, but Minghao's reflexes were sharp, catching Jun's wrist just before the blade made contact.

A tense moment passed as Minghao twisted Jun's arm, disarming him and pointing the knife back at him. Despite the sudden confrontation, the others in the room barely reacted, accustomed to the near-daily violence that was just part of life in Seventeen's household.

Jun chuckled, a sound laced with both amusement and a hint of challenge, before he yanked the knife out of Minghao's hand. The blade clattered to the floor and skidded out of the room, stopping just outside the doorway where Joshua stood.

Joshua picked up the knife with a calm demeanor, his eyes cold as he stared at the two. "Stop it or I'll cut both of your hands off," he warned, his voice carrying an edge that silenced any potential retorts.

Minghao sighed, leaning back into his seat as if nothing had happened, while Jun returned his attention to his phone, the moment quickly forgotten.

"Where's the girl?" Joshua asked, his voice cutting through the room's casual atmosphere. Seungkwan turned his head slightly to answer, "She's in the medical room with Woozi and Jeonghan. I think they put her to sleep to run some tests."

"Aren't you supposed to be working on something, hyung?" Deokyeom asked, his eyes not leaving the TV screen.

"Just finished it," Joshua replied curtly before making his way to the medical room, his steps echoing softly in the hallway.

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You tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you back down.

"Take it easy," Mingyu's voice cut through the fog, firm yet gentle. "You've been out longer than expected."

"What... happened?" you managed to ask, your voice stronger now but still shaky.

Jeonghan exchanged a glance with Woozi, who looked hesitant before he spoke.

"We had to give you a second dose. Your fever spiked again while you were asleep," Woozi explained, his tone carefully measured. "But you're stable now."

But as Woozi spoke, you noticed Minghao's nervous glance, and the slight shift in Seungkwan's posture. They were hiding something.

A sudden surge of adrenaline cleared some of the lingering fog in your mind. You weren't just a sick patient; you were a hostage, surrounded by people whose intentions weren't entirely clear.

"Why do I feel like there's more you're not telling me?" you questioned, your voice gaining strength.

Jeonghan's smile flickered, a brief crack in his usually calm demeanor. "You're sharp, I'll give you that. But right now, what's important is that you recover."

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing the evasion. There was definitely more at play here than they were letting on.

Before you could press further, the door swung open, and Wonwoo entered the room, the usual grim look on his face.

"Meeting," Wonwoo said, ignoring your presence entirely as he addressed the older man.

Jeonghan's eyes shifted, and he turned to the others. "Watch her. Don't let her out of your sight," he ordered, his voice cold as ice.

With that, the rest left the room. Whatever was happening, you knew it was far from over.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, tension was rising. Heeseung stood in his office, his expression dark as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. The voice belonged to a woman, cold and commanding.

"I thought I told you to keep her safe? All you did was make things worse," she said, her irritation clear.

Heeseung clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure. He never imagined that you would be taken so easily. If only he hadn't been so preoccupied with his work, he could have arranged for someone to ensure your safety.

Before he could respond, the line went dead, and in a fit of frustration, Heeseung hurled his phone against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. He took a deep breath to calm himself before storming out of the room and into the meeting area where EXO's members were gathered.

Suho looked up, his brows furrowing as he saw Heeseung's enraged expression. "Kid, you don't just barge in whenever you please. We're having a meeting here," Suho said, his tone stern.

Baekhyun, however, couldn't resist a smirk. "Oh, come on. That girl is not even a pawn in our game. Just let her die, and we'll continue with our attacks," he said casually, earning a glare from Heeseung.

"Baekhyun, watch your words," Chanyeol warned, nudging Baekhyun under the table.

Heeseung's fists clenched tightly. "You guys know we can't let her die, right?" he said, his voice strained with anxiety.

Suho sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. The situation was becoming increasingly complicated, all because of one girl. "We'll lie low for now until we get her back," Suho decided, dismissing the meeting and motioning for Heeseung to follow him.

Once they were alone, Heeseung's anxiousness became more apparent. "How can we get her back?" he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

Suho studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I can't tell if you're worried about her well-being because you genuinely care for her or because you're afraid of the holder."

"Does that really matter right now?" Heeseung snapped.

"Don't worry. We'll get her back as soon as we can," Suho reassured him. "Just make sure you're ready when the time comes."

Back in the Seventeen house, Joshua re-entered not the medical room, but the meeting one, along with the others, closing the door behind him. "Quiang Mei is the daughter of the Dongye clan in China. They've made connections with EXO," he began, sharing the information he had just received.

Jeonghan's eyes narrowed, a calculating expression on his face. "So, we kidnapped a worthless rock that turned out to be a gem, huh?" he mused, a smirk playing on his lips.

"We can use her to blackmail the family. We could get more than we ever expected," Deokyeom added, intrigued by the potential leverage they now had.

"I've already thought about that," Jeonghan said, his tone serious. "But the problem is, EXO and three other groups-including Enhypen and the Dongye clan-are already working together. That makes it hard for us to make a move."

"And they'll cause us more trouble if they get her back," Joshua pointed out, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Does the girl know who she really is?" Seungcheol asked, his voice cutting through the discussion like a knife.

"No, she doesn't," Woozi replied, glancing.

Seungcheol's expression remained stoic as he gave his next orders. "Never let her find out. And never let her out of your sight." His gaze shifted to Wonwoo and Hoshi, who stood at attention. "I'm putting the both of you in charge."

"What? Why me? I'm terrible at babysitting!" Hoshi protested, earning a smack on the head from Seungkwan. "Are you refusing our boss' orders?" Seungkwan hissed.

"Ow..."

Jeonghan, ever the instigator, pouted. "Why can't I be the one in charge?"

"Jeonghan, shut up before I punch you in the face," Joshua said, standing up and leaving the room as the meeting concluded.

Wonwoo and Hoshi exchanged looks before heading to your room. Hoshi sighed, his laptop tucked under his arm. "Bummer. We have to look after a girl... I never would have imagined babysitting someone," he muttered.

"It won't be that hard. We'll just install some CCTV cameras in her room. Keep her locked in," Wonwoo suggested, his eyes still glued to his device as he played a game.

"Seungcheol hyung wouldn't allow that," Hoshi started, but his words were cut short as Jun came running toward them, breathless.

"T-The girl... She's not in her room," Jun gasped, his chest heaving.

Wonwoo and Hoshi exchanged panicked glances before sprinting off in different directions, searching for you frantically. They had just been assigned to watch over you, and now you were already missing. They knew one thing for sure—if Seungcheol found out, they were as good as dead.

Frantic and on edge, Wonwoo and Hoshi scoured the grounds outside the mansion, sending a couple of guards to comb through the public areas in search of you. They knew that even if you had managed to slip away, the mansion's high security would keep you close. Still, the thought gnawed at them—perhaps a few guards had slacked off, or maybe, just maybe, they hadn't noticed how small and elusive you could be.

The news of your disappearance quickly reached Jeonghan, and fortunately for Wonwoo and Hoshi, it stopped there. Jeonghan was already steeling himself to scold them and the guards who failed to keep watch.

With Seungcheol, Dino, and Minghao out handling business, the news didn't reach them... yet.

The entire household was in disarray, desperately searching for you. Deokyeom and Jun pored over the security footage, but there were no signs of you leaving your room—yet you were nowhere to be found. "Where did that little rat possibly go?" Deokyeom muttered in frustration, his voice tinged with worry. Jun simply groaned in response.

"Some parts were cut off from the surveillance," Jun observed, his finger tracing the gaps on the screen. "Someone probably helped her out."

"Wait, who was the first to leave the meeting room earlier?" Deokyeom snapped his fingers, and the two exchanged a look before sprinting toward one specific room.

When they arrived, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Hoshi were already standing there, tension radiating off them. Without hesitation, Jeonghan kicked the door open—only to be met with a sight that made his jaw drop, and the others' eyes widen in shock.

You were sitting on top of a table, Joshua's hands resting on either side of you, your wrists bound together by a thin cloth. His face was so close to yours that your lips were touching.

"What. The."

"Fuck," Jeonghan finished Wonwoo's sentence, the group frozen in place. Joshua slowly pulled away, his expression unreadable as he turned to face them.

"Joshua, what the hell?" Hoshi's voice trembled with disbelief.

Joshua remained silent for a moment, then glanced back at you. Your eyes met Jeonghan's, a silent plea conveyed in the flicker of your gaze—as if to say, "It was his idea."

Joshua sighed, raising his hands in surrender. "Okay, you caught me, but let her explain before I do."

All eyes turned to you, waiting. "What? You're the one who dragged me here and tied my hands," you said, feigning innocence. Joshua scoffed at your words.

"Oh, don't play the victim. Why don't you tell them about your little escape scheme?"

You frowned, clearly not wanting to take the blame. But before you could throw another accusation, Jeonghan stepped in, pushing Joshua aside to free you.

"We won't get anywhere with you two blaming each other. Seungcheol has to know about this," Jeonghan said, untying the cloth from your wrists.

As the five men sat across from you, their eyes bore into you, waiting. But it wasn't just an explanation they were after—they wanted to see if you'd break, if you'd surrender to the pressure or keep up the defiant front.

You met their stares, your focus narrowing on Jeonghan. "Aren't you guys busy? Nothing else to do at all?" you asked, your voice edged with sarcasm. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Despite the awkwardness, you kept your composure, refusing to let them see any sign of weakness.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke, breaking the oppressive quiet. "Fine. I tried escaping, but I couldn't even get to the stairs because of your stupid bodyguards. They didn't notice me until this guy"—you pointed to Joshua—"caught me and dragged me into this room. He told me to sit, but when I refused, he tied my wrists."

Jeonghan snickered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, clearly entertained by your reluctant confession.

Joshua, however, wasn't about to let you have the last word. "If you had just stayed in your room, none of this would've happened," he said, his voice firm, his brows furrowed in frustration.

"Yeah, but why did you have to kiss me?" you shot back, a devilish grin forming on your lips. Joshua's eyes widened in disbelief—what you said was far from the truth.

You had been the one to pull him into that kiss, taking advantage of the moment while he was tying your wrists. He had planned to secure you in place, then leave to retrieve his laptop from the office so he could interrogate you about what you knew. But instead, you'd ruined everything with that kiss, using your charm to throw him off balance.

Joshua knew your version of events would be more believable—after all, who would trust him over you in this situation? So, he simply glared at you, his brows knit together in frustration.

The others were stunned by what they heard, but they weren't naive enough to take your words at face value. They knew Joshua wasn't reckless—though he did have a tendency to act impulsively at times.

"So, Joshua, I'm guessing that's true?" Jeonghan asked, his tone teasing, though his eyes were sharp.

"It doesn't matter whether I explain or not. You won't believe me anyway," Joshua replied, shrugging in resignation. "But what she said is the exact opposite of what happened."

Joshua's gaze locked onto you, filled with frustration as you met his stare with narrowed eyes and that same small, knowing grin.

"You really put on a show for us," Jeonghan remarked, clearly amused by the spectacle that had unfolded.

Jeonghan’s amused smirk deepened as he leaned back, crossing his arms. "You two are something else," he said, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe the mess unfolding before him.

Joshua sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, this is not how I planned it, okay? She—”

You cut him off, tilting your head slightly, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Planned what, Joshua? You planning on tying up all your problems from now on?" The playful jab sent Hoshi into a fit of laughter, his hands slapping his thighs.

“Oh, that’s rich!” Hoshi managed between laughs. “What were you planning to do next? Feed her? Maybe brush her hair?”

Joshua shot Hoshi a withering look, though a tiny smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Well, we were worried about her,” Jun chimed in, “but now I’m more worried about you. This isn’t exactly normal behavior, Josh.”

You couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire. “It’s fine, Jun. Maybe Joshua just has some... unique hobbies.” You winked, and this time even Deokyeom couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

Joshua threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, laugh it up. But in my defense—” He stopped mid-sentence as if realizing that no defense would really hold up. “You know what? I’m done. You all can think whatever you want.”

Jeonghan leaned forward, his voice dropping an octave, making the atmosphere feel suddenly more serious. “In all seriousness, Joshua, what were you really thinking? Tying her up? Kissing her? You know Seungcheol’s going to find out, right?”

Joshua groaned, rubbing his temples. “I was trying to keep her here long enough to ask some questions. I didn’t expect her to... to do that.” He waved a hand vaguely in your direction, clearly flustered.

“Do what?” Jeonghan pressed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You smiled sweetly, enjoying how flustered Joshua had become. “Oh, just a little something to keep him on his toes. Can’t let these boys get too comfortable, right?”

Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. “Comfortable? You’re giving everyone heart attacks. Including Joshua.”

“And me!” Deokyeom added. “I had to run here, and you know how I feel about running.”

“Wow, are we really talking about your lack of cardio right now?” Joshua deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Deokyeom shrugged. “Just saying. It’s relevant.”

Jeonghan finally stood, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, enough joking around. We still have a situation to deal with. Mei—uh, I mean, you—” he corrected himself, catching your eye with a grin, “are clearly not going anywhere.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Guess not. But don’t think I’m done trying.”

Jun raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You’ve got more tricks up your sleeve?”

You leaned back, stretching your arms as if completely relaxed despite the chaos you’d caused. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Actually, no,” Wonwoo cut in dryly. “I’m good not knowing.”

“Same,” Jun agreed.

Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, good luck trying to escape now. With Joshua on high alert, I doubt you’ll have much luck.”

Joshua smirked. “Yeah, just try it. I’m ready this time.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him. “We’ll see about that.”

As you and Joshua exchanged a challenging look, the others shared glances filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“Looks like we’ve got a new game in the house,” Hoshi said, grinning.

“A very dangerous game,” Wonwoo muttered under his breath.

Deokyeom, always the optimist, clapped his hands together. “Well, as long as no one gets hurt, it should be fun, right?”

Joshua shot him a glare. “No promises.”

“Just keep the ropes to a minimum, Josh,” Jun teased, earning a few chuckles.

Jeonghan stepped in, finally taking charge. “Alright, everyone, back to your posts. And Joshua, maybe... try talking next time before resorting to, uh, restraints?”

Joshua sighed but nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Noted.”

As the group began to disperse, you remained seated, watching them leave with a satisfied smile. You caught Jeonghan’s eye as he turned to follow the others, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about what you were planning next.

You simply winked at him, your expression one of pure mischief. “Don’t worry, Jeonghan. I’m full of surprises.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked out. “I’m counting on it.”

The room finally emptied, leaving you alone with your thoughts—and the thrill of knowing you’d managed to shake things up once again. Joshua might think he’s ready for you, but you had a feeling this was just the beginning of a very entertaining battle of wits.

"Where's the girl?" Seungcheol asked, his voice low but laced with frustration. The tension in the room was palpable, and the added complication you caused didn’t help his mood.

"She's in her room," Hoshi replied cautiously, sensing the dangerous edge in Seungcheol's tone. "She’s been on her best behavior the past few days. Maybe we don’t need to push it any further." His attempt to defuse the situation was clear; he didn’t want to see you hurt.

Seungcheol slumped into his chair, rubbing his temples. “If we let her off too easily, she'll keep testing us,” he muttered. He took a deep breath, trying to contain the storm brewing inside him.

Hoshi didn’t argue further. He knew Seungcheol wasn’t wrong, but could he really stand by and let you get hurt? Especially after last night when you had confided in him about your past—how you'd never met your parents, how your relatives passed you around like a burden no one wanted to carry, eventually sending you off to Korea. You were abandoned, left to fend for yourself, with Heeseung being your only saving grace. Or so you thought.

In reality, Heeseung hadn’t saved you out of kindness. It was his job, nothing more. But you didn’t know that, even though you had your suspicions. Something felt off, but you chose to ignore it. For now.

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Hoshi’s heart ached as he replayed your story in his mind. As much as his job required him to be ruthless, your vulnerability had hit him hard. He knew better than to let emotions cloud his judgment, but your tearful eyes and soft, hesitant smile made it impossible not to feel something. Maybe it was the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you talked, or the way your gaze lingered just long enough to make him question everything.

“I guess I was stupid for not figuring out what Heeseung really does,” you said, with a small chuckle, lightly knocking your knuckles against your head. “He told me he worked for a small company, and I believed him. Silly, right?” You smiled as your eyes met Hoshi’s, but there was something in your look—something deliberate. You weren’t as naive as you appeared.

“I even tried bringing him lunch once. Thought I’d surprise him. Ended up getting scolded instead.” You let out another laugh, but Hoshi could tell it wasn’t genuine. He was trying not to get sucked into your story, but he found it harder to remain distant. Even Wonwoo, who sat silently in the corner, seemed to be affected, his usually cold demeanor softening slightly.

“Thank you for trusting us with that,” Hoshi finally said, patting your shoulder gently. He wasn’t sure what else to say. He wasn’t even sure if you were telling the truth.

For the past three days, you had done nothing but talk—constantly. You couldn’t act out, not with them watching your every move. So, you shared your story, laying your past bare before them. It was all part of your plan. You’d done this countless times before—tugged at the heartstrings of those around you, made them feel sorry for you, manipulated them. You didn’t do it because you wanted their pity. You did it to gain control.

They were criminals, after all. Kidnappers. Murderers. Manipulating them was the least of your worries. You didn’t feel bad about it. In fact, you were starting to enjoy it.

"Okay, enough for tonight," Wonwoo said, standing up from the edge of the bed. "Just... don’t give us any more trouble, alright?" He looked at you with an unreadable expression, but you knew. You had already started to get to him.

Three down, ten to go. You were making progress faster than you’d anticipated.

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After they left your room, Hoshi and Wonwoo found themselves in the kitchen, cracking open cans of beer. The silence between them was heavy, and Hoshi was the first to break it.

“So... what do you think of her story?” he asked, glancing at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo took a long sip of his drink before shrugging. “Could be true. That might explain why her background check came up so empty. But...” He trailed off, not finishing his thought.

“But what?” Hoshi pressed.

Wonwoo sighed. “I don’t think she told us because she trusts us. We kidnapped her, for God’s sake. She’s not stupid. There’s something else going on.”

Hoshi nodded, biting his lip. He’d sensed it too, but he didn’t want to admit it.

"Bring her to me," Seungcheol’s voice cut through the air as he gestured toward you from his office. Hoshi hesitated, knowing where this was going. Before he could move, Wonwoo spoke up.

"I don’t think that’s necessary, sir." His tone was steady, but his words were a gamble.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being challenged. "Oh? And why’s that?"

"It’s our job to handle her. She’s been compliant since the incident, so there’s no need to escalate things right now." Wonwoo stood his ground, his voice calm but firm.

Seungcheol eyed him suspiciously. “Are you two covering for her?”

Hoshi kept silent, while Wonwoo answered, "No, sir. Just trying to manage the situation without causing you more trouble."

After a tense moment, Seungcheol sighed, waving them off. "Fine. But don’t let her step out of line again."

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You watched the whole exchange from just beyond the door. As soon as Seungcheol dismissed them, you allowed a small, satisfied smile to slip onto your face. Another victory.

As you step back from the door, careful not to make a sound, you hear Hoshi and Wonwoo's footsteps getting closer. Heart racing, you quickly scan the area, looking for a way to avoid getting caught. Without thinking twice, you slip behind the nearest pillar, holding your breath. You watch as the two approach, completely unaware that you’ve been eavesdropping.

Just when you think they’re about to walk past, Hoshi suddenly stops and turns toward where you're hiding. "You there?" His voice is calm but firm.

You freeze, your mind scrambling for a quick response. You slowly step out from behind the pillar, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Oh, hey... I didn’t mean to hide," you say, scratching the back of your head sheepishly. "I was just... uh, about to head to the kitchen, but I overheard you talking to Seungcheol and thought it’d be better if I didn’t interrupt." You give him a small, apologetic smile, trying to play it off like you were simply minding your own business.

Hoshi raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but before he can ask more, Wonwoo cuts in, his tone casual. "Makes sense. You’ve been good so far, so no need to worry. But next time, just head where you need to go, alright?"

You nod quickly, thankful for Wonwoo’s intervention, and turn to head back towards the kitchen. But just as you're about to go, Hoshi calls out, "Wait a minute. What were you really doing by the door?"

You pause, cursing inwardly. Of course, he wouldn’t let it go that easily. Turning back, you give him your best sheepish grin. "Okay, fine. I was curious about what Seungcheol was saying... and maybe I thought I could help with whatever’s bothering him. You know, since I’ve been... cooperative lately?" You tilt your head slightly, hoping the honesty angle works.

Hoshi crosses his arms, still studying you with suspicion, but after a moment, he sighs. "Just don’t push your luck. You’re not out of hot water yet."

You let out a relieved breath as the tension eases. "Got it. I’ll behave," you say with a wink, hoping to lighten the mood.

You've learned one thing in this house: "You can't slack off." Even though you’re their hostage, sitting around and doing nothing is never an option. They make sure you work for every meal, every drop of water. It’s a twisted form of survival where even basic necessities are earned through labor.

Every day, there’s some errand to run. Mingyu often demands snacks to be delivered to his office, and you’ve become familiar with the kitchen’s layout. You’re also responsible for your own dishes, and it doesn’t stop there. Laundry is another chore—you’ve lost count of the times you’ve helped fold their clothes—and Woozi’s clinic is your responsibility to tidy up when it gets too cluttered, it doesn't clean itself. They remind you that it’s because they’ve bought you necessities—clothes, toiletries—and now you’re paying your dues.

You despise the role of being their servant, but what choice do you have? You’re a hostage, and your life is hangs on the balance.

Today marks your first trip to the training room. Minghao, Mingyu, Jun, and Wonwoo are already there, working out. It’s almost surreal—seeing them so casual in a gym that looks like something out of a luxury fitness club. The room is packed with every machine, weight, and piece of equipment imaginable.

For a brief second, a wave of familiarity washes over you. You've been here before—well, not here exactly, but in spaces like this. Back in your old life, the gym was your sanctuary. You used to go three times a week, a place where you could control something—your strength, your endurance. Now, that world feels a lifetime away, and everything you once loved is overshadowed by the stark reality that you’re not here for leisure.

As Mingyu yaps on about proper form, lifting techniques, and how much he can bench—80% of which is just him boasting—you tune him out, your gaze shifting toward Minghao. There’s something about his quiet demeanor that intrigues you. The two of you have a shared history now, a secret that neither of you have spoken about since that night. His posture is relaxed, but you can feel his tension whenever your eyes meet.

"Are you even listening?" Mingyu's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He’s holding a dumbbell up, waiting for your response.

You nod quickly, though your attention is elsewhere. "Yeah, totally. You’re like... super buff, Mingyu." You flash him a grin, and he puffs out his chest, satisfied with the praise. You pretend to listen to Mingyu’s ramblings, nodding along and adding the occasional "Uh-huh," but your focus remains on Minghao. He’s trying to act unfazed, but you can tell he’s uncomfortable by your presence. The memory of that heated make-out session lingers between you both, creating an unspoken tension that no amount of gym equipment can dispel.

Finally, you get bored of Mingyu’s self-glorification and decide to excuse yourself. With that familiar, subtle smile that worked the first time, you make your way over to Minghao. He notices you approaching and hesitates, forcing a smile—one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Need a spotter?" you tease lightly, standing next to him.

Minghao chuckles softly, but there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes as he looks up at you. "Not really, but thanks."

You lean in just a little closer, lowering your voice. "You sure? It looked like you could use some help the other night..." The subtle reference to your shared moment is enough to send a ripple of tension between you two.

Minghao clears his throat, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes again. "I’m good," he says, trying to sound nonchalant. But the slight flush on his cheeks gives him away.

You decide to push just a little further. "Well, if you ever need a hand... you know where to find me." You wink before walking away, leaving him to deal with the lingering tension as you casually return to your tasks. You can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing you're slowly but surely getting under their skin.

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december with seventeen ! 3/13 tags: joshua x reader, holiday au, christmas love story, snowball fight, mistletoe kiss, fluff, romance, cozy vibes, snow angels, warmth in the cold, friends to lovers, slow burn, winter vibes genre: romance, fluff, holiday/christmas au, friendship, humor warnings: none (this is a fluff-filled story with light teasing and playful moments) wc: 3702 a/n: 3/13 ! ten to go. PLAY MISTLETOE BY JUSTIN BIEBER RN !!

the town square was alive with the kind of magic only december could bring. strings of fairy lights draped over every lamppost, their soft glow reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. the scent of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and the occasional jingle of sleigh bells. stalls lined the cobblestone paths, each one adorned with wreaths and red bows, offering everything from hand-knitted scarves to steaming cups of mulled cider.

you pulled your coat tighter around you, your breath visible in the frosty air as you glanced at the clipboard in your gloved hands. "decorations—check. food vendors—check. sound system…" your eyes scanned the square, landing on a small stage being set up at the far end. "pending."

"you’re doing great, by the way," a voice piped up beside you. turning, you saw karina, the friend who had somehow convinced you to volunteer for this event. she was bundled in a puffy coat and a bright red scarf, her cheeks flushed from the cold, pretty as ever.

"sure," you replied with a wry smile. "because frantically running around and triple-checking lists just screams ‘competent.’"

karina laughed, linking her arm with yours. "it’s your first christmas in town. you’re supposed to be soaking in the charm, not stressing over the details."

"says the person who handed me this clipboard," you teased, nudging her lightly.

"okay, fair," she admitted, grinning. "but trust me, once the festival starts, you’ll forget all about the clipboard. besides, we’ve got an amazing performer lined up."

"oh?" you asked, only half-listening as you scanned the square again. "who is it?"

karina's eyes sparkled mischievously. "you’ll see."

before you could press her for more details, she gave your arm a squeeze and darted off, leaving you standing there with equal parts curiosity and exasperation. shaking your head, you turned your attention back to the clipboard, unaware of the pair of eyes watching you from across the square.

joshua hong adjusted the strap of his guitar case, a small smile tugging at his lips as he observed the flustered but determined volunteer coordinating the chaos. he didn’t recognize you, which was unusual in a town where everyone seemed to know everyone. a newcomer, then. interesting.

"ready to soundcheck?" one of the event organizers called to him.

joshua nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before heading toward the stage.

the festival was in full swing, but you were too busy juggling a stack of boxes filled with ornaments to notice the festive cheer buzzing around you. balancing the boxes precariously, you tried to maneuver your way through the crowd, offering polite apologies to anyone who accidentally bumped into you.

"need a hand?"

the smooth voice startled you, and you turned to see a tall figure in a dark coat and scarf, his smile warm enough to melt the frost clinging to the air. he gestured toward the wobbling stack in your arms.

"uh, i… sure, thanks," you stammered, a little flustered as he easily took half the load. it wasn’t until you glanced at him again that recognition hit. this was the performer karina had been so cryptic about. joshua hong—the local celebrity with a voice that could make christmas carols sound like love songs.

"you’re doing all this by yourself?" he asked, his tone light as the two of you made your way toward the main decoration stall.

"it’s kind of in the job description," you replied, setting the boxes down with a relieved sigh. "volunteer extraordinaire, at your service."

joshua chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. "well, volunteer extraordinaire, you’ve got some serious multitasking skills. but even superheroes need a sidekick, right?"

before you could respond, a group of kids came barreling past, almost knocking over a nearby display of poinsettias. you instinctively reached out to steady it, your clipboard slipping from under your arm in the process. joshua caught it before it hit the ground, his reflexes quick.

"definitely a sidekick," he quipped, handing it back to you with a playful grin.

"thanks," you murmured, still trying to steady yourself—and not just because of the near mishap. there was something about him, a natural ease that seemed to blend seamlessly with the festive chaos, leaving you both intrigued and… frustratingly charmed.

the two of you spent the next hour working together, joshua insisting on helping with everything from stringing lights to setting up tables. his presence drew curious glances from passersby, but he didn’t seem to mind, focused instead on making you laugh with little jokes and observations.

"you’ve got glitter on your face," he pointed out at one point, gesturing vaguely toward your cheek.

"what? where?" you asked, swiping at your face awkwardly.

he leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "here, let me…" he said softly, brushing a thumb just below your cheekbone. the gesture was innocent enough, but it sent a wave of heat rushing to your face nonetheless.

as the evening progressed, the mistletoe seemed to become a running joke. every time you turned around, it felt like one of the sprigs was conveniently hanging nearby, and joshua never missed an opportunity to point it out.

"you know, it’s practically a crime to ignore mistletoe," he said, his tone teasing as the two of you stood under yet another sprig while rearranging a table display.

"pretty sure it’s optional," you shot back, trying to sound unfazed.

he tilted his head, feigning deep thought. "hmm, maybe. but it’s bad luck to tempt fate during the holidays."

"you’re impossible," you muttered, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

"and yet, here we are," he replied smoothly, his grin making it clear he was thoroughly enjoying this little game.

despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his actions that made it hard to stay flustered for long. whether it was handing you a cup of hot cocoa when he noticed you shivering or helping an elderly vendor fix a stubborn string of lights, joshua had a way of making everything feel a little brighter.

by the time the night wound down, you couldn’t deny that he’d left an impression—one that lingered long after the last stall had closed and the fairy lights cast their soft glow over the empty square.

the festival's glow had long since faded as the crowd dispersed, leaving only a few lingering souls, each wrapped in the warmth of the evening's festivities. you were wrapping up, your clipboard now a crumpled relic of the day, as the final touches were made to the stalls. the soft crunch of snow underfoot was the only sound as you made your way toward the town's ice skating rink, your steps slow and heavy from a long day of coordinating and running errands.

but then, you heard it—joshua's voice, light and warm as ever, calling your name from behind.

"hey," he greeted, appearing beside you with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in hand. "thought you might need a break."

you smiled, accepting the drink gratefully. "thanks. this night’s been… a lot." your gaze shifted, following the snowflakes drifting down, blanketing the square in a thick layer of white.

"i can imagine," joshua said, his tone soft but carrying an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place. he fell into step beside you, matching your slow pace. "you’ve been running around all day, coordinating everything. that's impressive."

"well," you shrugged, wrapping your hands around the cup. "someone had to make sure everything was in order." you stole a glance at him, noting the way he seemed a little distant, his usual playful demeanor dimming slightly.

"yeah," joshua murmured, but there was a hesitation in his voice that made you glance at him more closely. "i heard you talking earlier. about leaving after christmas?"

you froze. the warmth from the cocoa seemed to drain from your fingers as the weight of his words sank in. "what?" you asked, trying to steady your voice, but a knot had already formed in your stomach.

"you said something about going back to the city, after the festival. thought i'd check if that’s still the plan." his voice was carefully neutral, though his gaze was intense, searching yours.

you couldn’t help the confusion that bubbled up. "oh, that… yeah, i’ve got some things to sort out. after the holidays, i’m going back." you tried to brush it off, but there was something in his eyes that made you pause. "but it’s not like i’m leaving forever. i’ll be back for work and stuff."

there was a long silence between you, one that stretched out uncomfortably as joshua seemed to retreat further into himself, his gaze now fixed ahead.

"right," he said quietly. "well, i guess that makes sense." his words were distant, the playfulness from earlier all but gone. it was strange, this shift in him. you were used to his teasing, the way he would joke and make everything feel easy, but now… now he seemed so different. like he’d closed off in a way you didn’t understand.

"joshua," you called softly, hesitating. "are you… are you okay?"

he turned to you then, his expression unreadable. for a moment, there was only the sound of the wind and the soft hum of the distant festival. and then, he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "yeah, i’m fine. just, you know, a little tired. long day, that’s all."

you weren’t convinced. you wanted to press him for more, to understand why the joshua you knew was suddenly so distant. but the words caught in your throat, leaving you frustrated and unsure.

"i’ll teach you how to skate," he added quickly, as if to change the subject, his eyes lighting up with a new, brighter energy. "if you’re up for it, that is."

you nodded, grateful for the distraction. "sure, why not? i’ve never tried before."

joshua led you to the rink, his hand naturally brushing against yours as you approached the edge. there was a quiet moment between you, both of you standing there, bundled up in scarves and jackets, staring out at the ice. joshua grinned at you, his usual playful self returning just a little.

"okay, so," he began, his voice light. "first rule of skating: try not to fall."

"great," you muttered, already dreading the inevitable disaster that was about to unfold.

he laughed, a low, easy sound that filled the space between you. "don’t worry, i’ve got you. just hold onto my hand and follow my lead."

you hesitated but then took a deep breath, letting him guide you onto the ice. your legs wobbled beneath you at first, but joshua's grip on your hand was steady, reassuring. he guided you slowly, laughing when you nearly slipped.

"hey, you're doing better than i thought," he teased, his voice warm with the familiar teasing tone. "maybe i should start calling you a skating prodigy."

"please," you muttered, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the way his hand felt in yours. "i’m just not falling on my face yet."

joshua's grin widened. "yet."

you spent the next few minutes skating together, him teaching you the basics and laughing when you stumbled. the chill in the air seemed to disappear in his presence, replaced by something warm—something that settled in your chest every time his hand brushed against yours or he flashed you that smile. and yet, that nagging feeling still lingered, the one that told you something was off between you two.

finally, after a few more rounds on the rink, joshua stopped, pulling you to the side near a snow-covered path. the area was quieter now, the glow of the festival a distant memory behind you, and the snow felt like it had carved out a little world just for the two of you.

"i don’t want you to leave," joshua said, his voice quieter than before, his hand still holding yours, but this time, there was no teasing. only sincerity. "not just yet. i… i think i’ve caught feelings for you."

you blinked, taken aback by his confession. "joshua, i… i didn’t think you—"

"i know, i know," he interrupted, his face flushed from the cold and his words coming out a little rushed. "i've been acting distant, and i hate that i did, but i didn’t know how to say it. i just thought maybe you wouldn’t feel the same. or maybe you’d leave town and… well, then it would be too late."

you stood there for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you, mixing with the surprise and the warmth that bubbled up inside. it was hard to process, but the more you thought about it, the clearer it became.

"joshua," you said softly, your voice catching in your throat. "i didn't realize... but now that i know, i don’t want to leave things unsaid either."

he stepped a little closer, his gaze never leaving yours, and then, in a soft, sincere voice, he asked, "so… what does that mean? for us?"

you smiled, your heart suddenly light as the snow falling around you. "it means, i’m not leaving just yet. and maybe… just maybe… we should see where this goes."

joshua’s face broke into a grin, his relief palpable. but then, he hesitated, his eyes searching yours with a new intensity. "well, if that’s the case…" he began, his voice almost shy now. "how about you let me take you out on a date? nothing fancy, just… i don’t know, some hot cocoa and maybe a walk under the lights, or even a skating rink if you’re up for it?"

you felt your heart skip a beat. a date? it hadn’t even crossed your mind that he was thinking of this, of taking things further already. but the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held himself so openly, made you feel a warmth that spread through you.

"joshua…" you said, your smile growing, "i think that sounds pretty perfect."

his grin widened, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped moving around you. all that was left was the two of you, standing under the twinkling lights, the soft sound of falling snow, and the gentle press of his hand in yours.

"then it’s a date," he said, the playful spark returning to his eyes. "i promise, i’ll make it a night you won’t forget."

you laughed softly, feeling a little shy but also strangely giddy. "i’m looking forward to it," you replied, your voice lighter than it had been all evening.

the two of you stood there, the world quiet except for the soft hum of the holiday festivities in the distance, and as the snow continued to fall around you, you realized that this moment—this beginning—was more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

just as the two of you were about to say something, a snowball suddenly hit you in the back of the head, causing you to freeze in surprise.

"gotcha!" karina called out, her laughter ringing through the air. she was grinning mischievously, clearly delighted with herself. "you two look like you’re in your own little world over here, all lovey-dovey."

you turned to karina, your face flushed, and tried to glare at her, but it was hard to stay mad with the way her eyes were sparkling. before you could say anything, joshua was already brushing the snow off your coat, his hands gentle but quick.

"don’t want you to get cold," he said, his voice soft, but his eyes playful as he made sure no snow clung to you.

"oh, how sweet," karina teased, crossing her arms. "you’re really spoiling her now, huh?"

"well, someone has to take care of her," joshua shot back, a grin tugging at his lips as he wrapped his scarf tighter around your neck. you felt your heart warm at his protectiveness, but then—

"oh, it’s on," karina said, her tone wickedly playful as she scooped up a snowball, launching it straight at joshua.

he ducked easily, and with a smirk, he returned the favor. "watch out, karina!" he warned, before launching a snowball of his own in her direction.

within moments, snowballs were flying in every direction. karina and joshua were laughing and dodging, trying to outwit each other while you stood by, completely unprepared for the chaos.

"you’re just gonna stand there?" karina yelled, throwing another snowball, but you had no time to react. joshua immediately stepped in front of you, raising his arms to block the incoming snowball.

"stay behind me," he said firmly, his tone teasing but protective. "i won’t let you get hit."

"what?" you laughed, "you’re treating me like a princess or something."

"hey, you don’t have gloves on," he said, his eyes soft but mischievous. "besides, you’re too precious to get hit with a snowball."

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to say anything sarcastic. joshua had this way of making everything feel just a little bit magical.

"you better not be hiding behind him the whole time," karina shouted, tossing yet another snowball, but joshua dodged it easily, taking a few steps back to shield you further.

"i think i’ll hide behind him forever," you joked, poking joshua in the ribs as he grinned, clearly enjoying the attention.

before you could say anything else, karina threw a big snowball right at joshua, catching him off guard. the impact sent him stumbling backward, and before either of you knew it, he lost his balance completely and fell straight into the snow.

"oh no!" you gasped, quickly bending down to check on him. but as soon as you did, karina laughed triumphantly, her arms raised in victory.

"i finally got him!" she cheered.

but the celebration was short-lived, because in the next second, joshua reached up, grabbing your wrist, and pulled you down beside him. the two of you ended up laughing uncontrollably in the snow, your bodies making soft impressions in the cold ground as you rolled and tumbled together, trying to escape karina’s playful attacks.

"looks like we’re stuck now," joshua teased, his breath visible in the cold air as you both lay there, staring up at the sky, giggling.

"we’re definitely stuck," you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips as you made angel marks in the snow beside him, your body creating the perfect shape next to his. "this is nice."

"perfect, actually," joshua murmured, his voice low and warm as he reached over to take your hand, squeezing it gently. "snow angels with you? i can’t think of a better way to spend the night."

"me neither," you said softly, still laughing, but with a feeling of contentment filling you from head to toe. you looked at him, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of your laughter and the soft, fluffy snow that surrounded you.

karina, watching from a distance, rolled her eyes dramatically. "you two are impossible," she muttered, but her smile was as warm as the Christmas lights twinkling overhead.

joshua turned to you, his grin wide and genuine, his eyes sparkling with something more than just playfulness now. "hey, maybe we can do this again tomorrow?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

you smiled, your heart light as a snowflake. "i’d like that."

"good," he said, his hand still holding yours, his fingers brushing gently against yours. "because there’s no one else i’d rather make snow angels with."

after karina left to give the two of you some space (or maybe she was just going to find her next snowball victim), the quiet of the night settled in, with the soft crunch of snow beneath your boots as you walked together. the night was peaceful now, the only sound being the occasional giggle between you and joshua as you made your way back to where the lights twinkled in the distance.

as you were walking, joshua stopped suddenly, his eyes catching something above. you followed his gaze and found yourself staring at a mistletoe, hanging just above you both, tucked between two snowy branches of a nearby tree. the sight made your heart skip a beat.

"well, well," joshua said, his voice low and teasing, "looks like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe."

you looked up at him, trying to suppress a grin, but it was impossible. the way he was looking at you—like he was waiting for something, and maybe even hoping for something—made your cheeks heat up.

"what are we supposed to do now?" you teased, trying to play it cool, but the fluttering in your chest gave away just how nervous you were.

"i think you know exactly what to do," he replied with a smirk, his eyes softening as he stepped closer to you. snowflakes dusted his hair and shoulders, and his cheeks were still flushed from the cold, but his warmth—his presence—felt like a blanket around you.

you took a small step toward him, your heart racing. "maybe," you said softly, your breath mixing with the chilly air. "but it’s your turn to make the move."

joshua’s smile widened, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek, brushing away the stray snowflakes that had landed there. "well, if you insist," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against the quiet night.

then, with a small laugh, he leaned in. the world around you seemed to slow down, the falling snowflakes swirling in the air, everything silent except for the beating of your hearts. his lips were warm against yours, and for that brief moment, everything else faded. there was only the softness of the kiss and the sparkling snow around you, as if the world had paused to give you this perfect moment.

when you pulled away, your noses still brushing, joshua chuckled softly. "i think that’s the best Christmas kiss i’ve ever had."

you laughed, feeling lighter than air. "i think i might agree," you said, your hand slipping into his as you both stood under the mistletoe, still covered in snow, but with warmth radiating between you.

"so," joshua said, squeezing your hand, "what else can we do to make this night even better?"

you smiled up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "we can start by making more snow angels."

joshua laughed, shaking his head. "always trying to get me into the snow, huh?"

"you’re lucky i like snow," you teased, nudging him playfully, your heart full of warmth despite the cold air around you.

"well, i’m lucky to be with you," he said, his voice full of sincerity. "this is the best christmas i’ve ever had."

"me too," you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness. and in that moment, with snow falling softly and the mistletoe still above you, everything felt perfectly, wonderfully right.

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Kang Haerin FANFICTION (oneshot)

GN Reader x Kang Haerin - r16+!!!

GENRE: Angst, Drama, Romance, High school, RomCom.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Infidelity (light), Betrayal, Bullying / Rumours, Jealousy, Manipulation (light).

wc: 7134

Synopsis: In high school, rumors spread, secrets come out, and friendships get tested. You thought you knew who to trust, but when betrayal strikes, everything changes. Caught between your past and a surprising connection with the new girl, Haerin, you have to decide if you can rebuild what’s been broken. It’s a story of heartbreak, healing, and a romance you didn’t see coming.

>>>pictures are from 📌, CTTO

a/n: hope y'all like this one(?), idk, maybe it's a little cliche but well, we have our preferences soo... please do enjoy this work.

You were always the lively, outgoing, and extroverted student everyone knew at school, effortlessly drawing attention wherever you went. Your charm, humor, and kindness made you popular, and it didn’t hurt that girls seemed to swoon over you more than they ever did over the boys.

You were tomboyish, smart, and playful—a combination that had both admiration and envy directed your way, particularly from the boys. After all, you could steal girls’ hearts with ease, becoming the school’s unofficial heartthrob.

"Y/Nnie, you got another confession letter, this time from..." Minji, one of your closest friends, paused to inspect the letter in her hand. "Kim something," she shrugged, tossing it onto your desk. It was already the third confession of the day.

Sighing, you put down your phone and picked up the letter. Though you received these love letters regularly, you still appreciated them, each one different in its own way. What you didn’t enjoy was the inevitable rejection that followed—figuring out how to let someone down without breaking their heart was exhausting.

"The handwriting is neat," you commented, scanning the page. "And the way they described my eyes? Not bad at all." You folded the letter and stuffed it into your bag.

Minji rolled her eyes, hopping onto the table. "You don't even know him, do you?" she asked, a sly grin on her face.

"'Him'?" You blinked, surprised.

"Yeah, him. It’s a guy." Minji confirmed, watching as your expression shifted into a frown.

You sighed again, already preparing your response. Men weren’t your thing. Ever since what happened with your father, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust them. That’s why dating girls had always been so much easier—you could be dominant, in control, the way you wanted it.

"Tell him I'm not interested," you said, leaning back in your chair and reaching for your phone.

"What? Why do I have to do it?" Minji scoffed, crossing her arms. "That's your job, not mine."

The classroom buzzed with the usual gossip and chatter as the two of you settled into the lull of scrolling through your phones.

"Oh, did you hear there’s a transfer student?" Minji added casually. You barely reacted, too caught up in your feed to care.

"She’s transferring into your class," Minji continued. Before she could elaborate, the classroom door swung open, and everyone scrambled to their seats as the teacher entered.

Curious, you put your phone away and straightened up, eyeing the unfamiliar girl who followed the teacher inside. She had wide doe, cat eyes, her hair neat and shiny, and she stood taller than most of your classmates. Her presence was quiet, but something about her intrigued you enough to look twice.

The teacher clapped his hands to get the class’s attention. “Settle down, everyone. We have a new student joining us today.” His tone was neutral, but the room was buzzing with curiosity.

You leaned back in your seat, your eyes flickering back to the new girl standing at the front. Her hands were clasped tightly together, betraying a hint of nervousness despite her calm appearance. You found yourself watching her a bit too intently—she had this quiet confidence, the kind that intrigued you, but also left you wondering what secrets lay beneath the surface.

“This is Kang Haerin,” the teacher introduced. “She’s new here, so I hope you all make her feel welcome.”

Haerin. The name felt soft, matching her gentle demeanor. Your eyes followed her as she scanned the room, her gaze landing briefly on you before she quickly looked away. Was it just your imagination, or did she look... uneasy?

“Go ahead and take a seat,” the teacher said, motioning to the empty desk a few rows ahead of yours. As Haerin moved toward it, you noticed a ripple of whispers spreading among the students. You weren’t the only one who’d been captivated by her presence.

Minji leaned over, whispering, “She's pretty cute, huh? Heard she transferred from Seoul or something.”

You barely nodded, still watching Haerin as she sat down, adjusting her hair behind her ear. There was something about her you couldn’t quite place—something that made your chest tighten a little.

As the lesson resumed, you found it impossible to focus. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Haerin, wondering what her story was. Why did she transfer? Why did she look so tense when your eyes met? You weren’t used to being thrown off by someone, but here she was, making you question things you hadn’t thought about in a long time.

When the bell rang for lunch, Minji was quick to pull you aside.

"Let’s go grab food, I’m starving," she said, dragging you out of your seat. But before you could leave the classroom, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned to see Haerin standing there, her expression unreadable.

“Y/N, right?” she asked softly, her voice smooth but a little hesitant.

"Uh, yeah." You replied, trying to hide your surprise. How did she know your name?

“I—I just wanted to say hi,” she stammered, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “You seem... popular around here.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the statement. It was rare for someone to approach you so nervously. Most girls were bold, confident, trying to catch your attention with flirty remarks or teasing grins. But Haerin wasn’t like that.

"Uh, thanks. Welcome to the school, I guess," you replied, trying to sound casual.

She smiled—just a small curve of her lips, but it felt genuine. Then, without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with Minji watching the whole exchange, eyebrows raised.

“Hmm, weird,” Minji muttered. “New girl has guts. Didn’t expect that.”

You shrugged, trying to shake off the odd feeling lingering from your conversation with Haerin. But as you left the classroom, Minji linked her arms with you, leading you the way to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria buzzed with laughter and chatter, the familiar sound of students teasing each other filling the air. You sat with your group of friends, casually picking at your food and sipping your favorite drink. One of your friends cracked a joke, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, thoroughly enjoying the playful atmosphere.

But then, someone approached your table. Haerin.

She stood there with a shy smile on her lips, clutching her lunch tray. The conversation around you quieted as all eyes shifted to her—and then to you. She didn’t say a word, but the way she looked at you, seeking silent permission to sit down, which created a brief moment of awkward tension.

Clearing your throat, you reached for her tray, placing it on the table as an invitation. Haerin took the seat across from you.

"Hey, new girl—Haerin, right?" one of your friends asked. Haerin nodded, picking up her chopsticks and nibbling on her food.

It was clear she wanted to be near you, but there was a certain distance between her and everyone else at the table. Maybe it was just her shyness, or perhaps something more. When your friends tried making small talk, asking her a few questions, she responded with simple nods and shakes of her head. The lack of engagement left some of them visibly annoyed.

But you? You were the most intrigued.

You noticed how she kept making eye contact with you, her gaze lingering before darting away, like she was trying hard to maintain her composure but couldn’t quite manage. That amused smirk tugged at the corner of your lips—you were enjoying this little game of push and pull. It was the most excitement you’d felt in a while.

As the conversation drifted and your friends began goofing off, you leaned in across the table, your smirk never fading.

"We’re both sitting here, feeling..." You started, but before you could finish, Minji slumped down beside you, taking the empty seat next to yours. Her arm casually wrapped around your waist as she rested her head on your shoulder, her attention fixed on her phone.

Minji glanced across the table, noticing Haerin. She narrowed her eyes for a brief moment before offering a polite smile. "Hey, new girl," she said casually, before immediately returning her focus to her phone. She leaned in closer to show you something on the screen—a funny picture, judging by your stifled laugh.

Haerin, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly spoke up. Her voice was soft, but her words had an edge of determination. "Feeling what, Y/N?"

Her directness took everyone by surprise, their attention snapping back to her. It wasn’t the kind of tone anyone expected from her—especially not aimed at you.

You blinked, caught off guard, while Minji looked between the two of you, her confusion evident. Something unspoken was hanging in the air now, the tension palpable.

The silence that followed Haerin’s question was thick. You felt the eyes of your friends on you, waiting for your response, but it was Haerin’s unwavering gaze that held your attention.

You leaned back slightly, tilting your head as if to analyze her. That determination in her voice had caught you off guard. For a moment, you weren’t sure if she was challenging you or just curious, but either way, it made your heart race in a way you weren’t used to.

A slow grin spread across your lips. “Feeling curious,” you said smoothly, your eyes locked on hers. “About you.”

Your words hung in the air, and you could tell by the way Haerin’s posture stiffened that she hadn’t expected that response. The corner of her mouth twitched, as if she wasn’t sure how to react.

Before the tension could build further, Minji’s grip around your waist tightened slightly, her head still resting on your shoulder. “What are you two talking about?” she asked, her tone light but laced with something unspoken. Jealousy, perhaps?

You glanced at her briefly, your smirk fading just a little. “Nothing serious,” you replied casually, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that Minji’s sudden closeness wasn’t just random.

Minji gave Haerin a once-over before returning her focus to her phone, but the subtle shift in her demeanor wasn’t lost on you. Something was definitely off with her, but you couldn’t figure out what just yet.

Haerin, on the other hand, had composed herself. She lowered her gaze to her food, her expression unreadable, but there was a noticeable tension in her shoulders. Your curiosity deepened.

The cafeteria noise resumed, and your friends went back to fooling around, but your mind was elsewhere. Haerin had piqued your interest in a way you hadn’t expected, and Minji’s reaction only complicated things further.

As lunch neared its end, Haerin quietly gathered her tray. Without a word, she stood up and walked away, but not before glancing at you one last time. That look in her eyes—it wasn’t just shy anymore. There was something deeper, something that made you want to follow her.

But before you could act on that impulse, Minji’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“You’re not actually into her, are you?” she asked, her tone playful but with an edge of seriousness.

You raised an eyebrow at her, trying to read between the lines. “What makes you think that?”

Minji shrugged, still holding onto you tightly. “I don’t know. Just wondering.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

There it was again. That hint of jealousy. You could feel it creeping into her words, her body language. And for the first time, you began to wonder if Minji’s feelings for you ran deeper than friendship.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, you stood up and stretched, your mind racing with the possibilities. Haerin. Minji. The strange tension building between the three of you.

This was going to get interesting.

After lunch, you and Minji headed to your next class, but your mind was still caught between Haerin’s strange behavior and Minji’s lingering possessiveness. It wasn’t long before you noticed someone else watching you—Hyejin, the class president.

Hyejin was one of those girls who seemed perfect at everything: top of the class, captain of the debate team, and effortlessly cool in a way that didn’t scream for attention but still got it anyway. You’d never paid her much mind, but today she seemed particularly interested in your interaction with Haerin. Maybe a little too interested.

As you slid into your seat, Hyejin casually walked over and leaned against your desk. “So, what’s going on with the new girl?”

You raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by her sudden interest. “What do you mean?”

She gave you a sly smile. “Don’t play dumb, Y/N. Everyone saw her sitting at your table, looking like she wanted to say more than just ‘hi.’ The whole cafeteria was buzzing about it.”

“Is that so?” you replied, leaning back in your chair. “Didn’t know it was that big a deal.”

Hyejin shrugged, but the way her eyes sparkled with mischief told you she wasn’t buying your nonchalance. “You have a way of stirring things up, you know that? First Minji practically glued to your side, now the new girl with those doe eyes of hers. You might want to watch out.”

You smirked. “Sounds like I’ve got competition.”

Hyejin’s smile widened, but there was something sharper behind it. “Just a friendly warning. Some people don’t take well to sharing.”

Her words hung in the air for a second longer than necessary before she sauntered back to her seat, leaving you with a new thought: Hyejin wasn’t just warning you out of kindness. She was clearly up to something, and you had a feeling this wasn’t the last you’d hear from her.

As class dragged on, you noticed more students glancing in your direction, no doubt fueled by Hyejin’s not-so-subtle observations. The attention wasn’t new to you, but today it felt different. The vibe in the room had shifted. Even Minji, who was usually content to banter with you throughout class, seemed quieter than usual, stealing glances at Haerin whenever she thought you weren’t looking.

By the time the final bell rang, you were ready to escape the growing tension. But as you packed up your things, you spotted someone else lingering near the door—Jisoo, your partner from last semester’s science project.

Jisoo wasn’t part of your usual crowd, but the two of you had gotten along well enough while working together. She was quiet, more of an observer than a talker, but when she did speak, it was with a sharpness that caught people off guard. Today, though, she seemed different. Nervous.

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, her voice lower than usual. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure,” you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “What’s up?”

Jisoo hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “It’s about Haerin.”

You blinked. “The new girl?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I don’t know her personally, but... I’ve heard some things. Back at her old school, she didn’t exactly have the best reputation.”

You frowned, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

Jisoo leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Let’s just say she’s not as innocent as she looks. There were rumors—about her messing with people’s heads, getting close to them and then... turning on them. I don’t know how much of it is true, but I thought you should know. Be careful around her.”

Before you could respond, Jisoo quickly walked away, leaving you standing there with more questions than answers.

Haerin, with her quiet demeanor and shy smiles, didn’t seem like the type to cause trouble. But then again, everyone has secrets.

As you walked out of the classroom, you caught sight of Haerin standing at the far end of the hallway, talking to one of the teachers. For a brief moment, her eyes met yours, and that familiar unease crept back into your chest.

What was her deal?

Just then, a pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar embrace. You didn't need to look to know who it was—Minji. She rested her chin on your shoulder, her warmth sending a sense of comfort through you. But today, it felt different. She was being unusually clingy, and you could sense a certain edge in her tone when she spoke.

“Karaoke later?” she asked, her voice teasing but with an undertone of something deeper. “Seonhwa and the others are coming.”

You hesitated. On one hand, you had cram school later—something you couldn’t afford to miss—but on the other, hanging out with your friends sounded like the perfect distraction from the swirling confusion in your mind. You weighed your options, feeling Minji’s arms tighten slightly around you, as if trying to pull you in more than just physically.

“I don’t know,” you replied, unsure. “I’ve got a lot to do today.”

Minji’s grip didn’t loosen. Instead, she let out a soft sigh, her voice dropping to a low, almost coaxing tone. “Come on, Y/N, we don’t get to do this every day. Just this once. Please?”

Her persistence was hard to resist, as usual. You glanced over your shoulder at her pouting expression, knowing full well she wasn’t going to let this go. With a sigh of your own, you finally gave in.

“Fine,” you muttered, “but only for a little while.”

Minji’s face lit up with a victorious smile, and before you could react, she grabbed your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours in a way that felt far more intimate than usual. The closeness was something you’d grown used to over time, but today, with the weight of Haerin’s earlier gaze still lingering in your mind, it felt...different. Almost like a silent competition was brewing between the two girls.

As Minji led you out of the classroom, your thoughts were disrupted when you passed by Haerin, who was still standing by the door. The brief exchange of glances between you felt electric, as though there was an unspoken connection pulling you towards her, even as Minji clung to your side.

But then, out of nowhere, you felt a gentle tug on your wrist. You turned around, surprised to see Haerin standing there, her fingers still wrapped lightly around your wrist. Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.

Minji stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing at Haerin in a way that wasn’t just curious—it was almost territorial. “Can we help you?” Minji asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Haerin ignored her and looked straight at you, her unreadable expression softening into a quiet smile. “See you tomorrow?” she asked, her voice so gentle, it sent a shiver down your spine. The smile she gave you—small and shy—was strangely comforting, and for a second, you forgot that Minji was still standing next to you.

Caught off guard, you returned the smile, a genuine half-smile that felt like the most honest reaction you’d had all day. “Yeah,” you replied softly. “See you tomorrow.”

The tension between the three of you was palpable as Minji let out a loud sigh, pulling you closer to her, almost as if to stake her claim. “Alright, enough with the sweet goodbyes,” she grumbled, lacing her arm through yours once more. “We’re late.”

With that, Minji practically dragged you away, but your thoughts were left behind with Haerin—her smile, her touch, and the lingering feeling that something about her was different. As you caught up with the rest of your friends, your mind kept wandering back to Haerin, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far more complicated than you anticipated.

The walk with Minji was filled with light chatter, but your thoughts kept drifting. Without thinking too much, you brought up the one question that had been nagging at you since lunch.

“So, what’s Haerin’s story? What happened at her old school before she transferred here?”

Minji paused, her steps slowing slightly. She seemed to consider it for a moment before offering a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know all the details, but I’ve heard she’s bad news. Doesn’t seem like the friendly type.”

Her tone was casual, almost dismissive, but you couldn’t help noticing the subtle shift in her demeanor—the tension in her voice, the way she stiffened. It made you wonder if your question had struck a nerve. Was it curiosity or something else? A flicker of jealousy, maybe? Minji never liked to share your attention, but for now, she kept her emotions in check, hiding behind her usual playful facade.

You arrived at the karaoke room soon after, the air immediately filling with laughter and music. The atmosphere was lively, as always, your friends singing and goofing off without a care in the world. Minji, though, had a different energy tonight. Whenever it was her turn to sing, her eyes found yours, and every love song she chose seemed to carry a hidden message.

It was subtle at first, but soon, it became impossible to ignore—the way her gaze lingered on you, her voice softening as if speaking only to you. And while you didn’t want to jump to conclusions, the intensity behind her eyes was unmistakable. You smiled, trying to play it off like you hadn’t noticed, but deep down, you knew. There was something more to her actions tonight, something she wasn’t saying.

But you couldn’t let yourself think about it. Not now. Your friendship with Minji was important, too much to lose over misinterpreting her signals. So, you decided to stay neutral, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

As the night went on, amidst the laughter and off-key singing, Seonhwa suddenly brought up a familiar name, one that immediately caught your attention.

“Haerin,” she said casually, as if dropping a bomb in the middle of the conversation.

Minji’s eyes narrowed at your reaction, but she said nothing, simply watching you closely.

“I think that new girl’s into you,” Seonhwa added, glancing at you with a mischievous smirk. The others murmured in agreement, some laughing, some nodding.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you played it cool, forcing a laugh. “Really? I don’t think so.”

Seonhwa wasn’t about to let you off the hook that easily. “Oh, come on. You must’ve noticed something. Or... is it that you’re into her too?”

You chuckled again, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are you crazy? I barely know her. It’s nothing.”

“Hmm, sure.” Seonhwa’s tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it that made you uncomfortable. Before she could push further, someone else chimed in.

“She’s weird, though. Off, you know? Definitely not your type.”

The conversation shifted again, as Seonhwa quickly moved on to another topic, but you were left with your thoughts. You stared down at your grape juice, swirling it absentmindedly.

Why did you care so much? You’d only just met Haerin, yet she was all you could think about. It was unlike you. The magnetic pull you felt towards her—this unfamiliar curiosity—was something new, something that unsettled you in a way you couldn’t quite explain. It was as if you've just discovered a part of you that you, yourself didn't even know existed.

And yet, for the first time, you found yourself wanting to know more.

The morning sun filtered through the classroom windows as you settled into your seat. The usual buzz of students preparing for the day filled the room, but your thoughts were still wrapped around the previous night’s karaoke session. Haerin’s name, her curious eyes, and that inexplicable pull you felt towards her were on your mind.

As the day went on, you found yourself scanning the hallway for Haerin. The moments between classes felt longer than usual, and you were increasingly aware of how much you wanted to get to know her better.

Your chance came during lunch. As you walked into the cafeteria, you spotted Haerin sitting alone at a corner table, her lunch untouched as she flipped through a book. You hesitated for a moment, then made your way over.

“Hey, Haerin,” you greeted, sliding into the seat across from her. “Mind if I join you?”

She looked up, her eyes meeting yours with a soft, shy smile. “Of course. I was actually hoping you would.”

The conversation started off slow but gradually picked up. You learned that Haerin had a love for literature and was passionate about art, which was something you could relate to. You found her company surprisingly calming, and her quiet nature seemed to draw out a side of you that you rarely showed to others.

Days turned into weeks, and your friendship with Haerin grew. You’d meet up between classes, share stories, and support each other. You noticed Haerin’s subtle gestures of encouragement, especially when she caught on to your quieter moments and offered a listening ear.

During one of your conversations, Haerin brought up a topic that made you pause.

“You know,” she began, her voice gentle, “I’ve noticed that you seem to carry a lot with you. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected. The trauma from your childhood—seeing your father with another woman, the betrayal, the pain—it was something you never really spoke about. But with Haerin’s sincerity, the walls you had built around those memories began to crack.

“I appreciate that, Haerin,” you said, looking down at your hands. “It’s just… hard to trust people, especially men.”

Haerin nodded, her expression one of understanding. “It’s okay to take your time. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

As the weeks passed, you found yourself opening up more to Haerin, sharing bits and pieces of your past. She listened without judgment, offering support that slowly began to heal old wounds. The bond between you grew stronger, but the romance wasn’t rushed. It was more like a gentle breeze, gradually building up over time.

Meanwhile, Minji’s presence remained a constant in your life. She continued to be clingy, but her actions were becoming more noticeable. She would often interrupt conversations with Haerin, subtly trying to draw you back into her orbit. Minji’s jealousy simmered beneath the surface, and you could sense it in the way she would look at you and Haerin.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense discussion about your past with Haerin, you noticed Minji waiting outside the classroom, arms crossed and a frown on her face. As you approached, Minji's gaze shifted between you and Haerin.

“So, you two are getting close, huh?” she said, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

You felt a pang of guilt but tried to stay calm. “Uh.. Yeah,"

Minji’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing more. Instead, she pulled you aside, her voice dropping to a softer, more vulnerable tone. “I just don’t want to lose you. It feels like you’re drifting away.”

Her confession hit you harder than you expected. You had always valued your friendship with Minji, and the thought of losing her was unsettling. But at the same time, you couldn’t ignore the connection you were building with Haerin.

You took a deep breath and looked at Minji, trying to find the right words. “I’m not going anywhere. But things are changing, and I need to figure them out. I hope you understand.”

Minji’s expression softened, and she gave a small nod, though her eyes still held a trace of sadness. “Okay. I get it.”

As you walked back to Haerin, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were becoming more complicated. Yet, with Haerin by your side and Minji’s support, you felt more grounded than you had in a long time.

The journey wasn’t over, and there were still challenges ahead, but you were ready to face them, one step at a time.

In the days that followed, rumors about Haerin started spreading through the school. Students whispered about her past—how she was rumored to have bullied others and earned the nickname ‘liar and snake’ at her old school. The gossip seemed to grow darker with each passing day, and it wasn’t long before you heard it too.

Seonhwa was chatting about the rumors in the cafeteria, and you felt a pang of worry for Haerin. Without thinking, you rushed out to find her, but she was nowhere in sight.

Days turned into weeks, and Haerin still didn’t come to school. You became increasingly concerned, and then, things took a turn for the worse. Your own secrets were exposed.

When you walked into the cafeteria one day, the scene was chaotic. Papers were scattered all over—on the floor, tables, and even the walls. Each paper had your face and personal secrets printed on it. You froze when you saw a paper that said, ��father cheated trauma freak,” with your picture on it.

Haerin was the only one you had ever shared that secret with. The betrayal was too much to bear.

As you stood there, feeling a mix of shock and sadness, Minji came over and patted your back. “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she said, trying to comfort you. But the pain of the betrayal was overwhelming.

You grabbed some of the papers and crumpled them in your hands, your eyes filling with tears. The cafeteria, usually a lively place, now felt cold and hostile. You couldn’t see the faces of your classmates—they were all a blur as the tears flowed.

Minji noticed how upset you were and tried to offer more comfort. “Y/N, we’ll figure this out. I’m here for you,” she said, her voice filled with concern. But her words barely reached you through the fog of your emotions.

“Why would Haerin do this?” you wondered aloud, your voice trembling. “I trusted her.”

Minji looked at you with sympathy. “I don’t know. But we need to find out what happened.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and determination. The betrayal was deep, and the exposure of your secrets was painful, but you knew you had to confront the situation. The first step was to find Haerin and get some answers.

Weeks had passed since the papers were scattered around the cafeteria. You were still dealing with the aftermath, feeling lost and overwhelmed. Minji remained by your side, offering support and comfort through your darkest moments. Her presence was a constant source of solace, and gradually, you started to notice a shift in your feelings toward her.

One evening, as you sat together, you found the courage to express how much Minji meant to you. “Minji, I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” you began, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. “You’ve been amazing through all of this, and I realize that I want to be more than just friends.”

Minji’s eyes widened in surprise, her face lighting up with joy. “Really? You mean it?” she asked, her voice full of excitement.

You nodded, smiling. “Yes. I want us to be together.”

The two of you started dating, and though you were happy with Minji, there was a lingering emptiness. It felt as though something important was missing from your life—a puzzle piece that had yet to be found. You continued with your daily routine as if Haerin had never been part of your life. Yet, the absence of her explanation gnawed at you, leaving you unsettled.

As the days went by, Minji and you grew closer in your relationship, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you needed closure with Haerin. The thoughts of her and the unanswered questions about the rumors lingered in your mind.

One day, while walking through a park, you unexpectedly ran into Haerin. She looked just as surprised to see you. “Y/N,” she said hesitantly, her gaze filled with uncertainty. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“Haerin,” you said, your heart pounding. “I need to talk to you. I’ve been feeling like I need to understand what really happened.”

Haerin looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and relief. "... I’m glad you came,” she said softly. “I’ve been avoiding school because I didn’t want to deal with the rumors. They were so painful, and I wanted to stay away from the drama.”

You sat down beside her, listening intently. “I need to believe you, Haerin. The rumors were brutal, and my own secrets were exposed. I can’t understand why someone would do that, especially when I trusted you.”

For a moment, Haerin's eyes widened in surprise, as if she wasn't expecting hearing that your secrets have been exposed. She had no clue, but would you believe her? "W- what...?" she stammered, still in disbelief. But you only stared at her for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to steady the moment.

Haerin’s eyes filled with tears as she continued. “I swear, I didn’t spread those rumors. I don’t know who did, but it wasn't me. I'm as shocked as you when I heard about it. I think someone must have used my name to spread lies. I never meant to hurt you.”

The sincerity in Haerin’s voice gave you pause. You wanted to believe her, but doubts lingered. As you processed her words, another thought crossed your mind: Minji. She knew about your secret, and it seemed too coincidental for her not to be involved.

You listened intently, trying to make sense of her words. Doubt still lingered in your mind, but the thought: Minji had known your secret for a long time. Why would she betray you now?

With a heavy heart, you decided to confront Minji. You arranged to meet her at a quiet café, the tension palpable between you.

“Minji,” you began, struggling to keep your voice steady, “I need to ask you something. Did you have anything to do with the rumors about me and Haerin?”

Minji’s face went pale. She looked down, her hands fidgeting with her cup. It was a brief moment of silence before she spilled everything about what happened—far from what you've expected.

“Y/N, I... I did it,” she admitted quietly, her voice breaking. “I was jealous. I couldn’t stand the thought of you being interested in someone else. I thought that if I could push Haerin away, you’d focus on me.”

The pain of Minji’s confession hit hard. The betrayal felt like a sharp wound. “Why, Minji? Why would you do this? You knew how much this secret meant to me.”

The reason you never talked about your past with just anyone was because you, yourself were insecure of not having the father to lead you like others. And with that being exposed with the reason of this... It was too much.

Minji’s eyes watered with tears. “I’m sorry. I let my jealousy get the best of me. I didn’t think about how much it would hurt you.” As she explained, how Seonhwa was also behind every rumour she made about Haerin and set her up, it was too much.

The revelation was devastating. You realized that the person you had trusted most had betrayed you out of jealousy. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but you knew you had to make a decision.

“I can’t be with you anymore, Minji,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm despite the sadness. “I need to focus on healing and understanding what’s right for me.”

Minji’s tears flowed freely, but you stood up, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. You needed to rebuild your life and find closure with Haerin.

After ending things with Minji, you reached out to Haerin once more. You both started to reconnect, and although it wasn’t easy, you began to rebuild trust. You spent time together, getting to know each other better and working through the past hurts.

Slowly but surely, your bond with Haerin grew stronger. The feelings of emptiness started to fade, replaced by a sense of understanding and companionship. The missing piece of your life began to fall into place, and with patience and openness, you found a new sense of peace and hope for the future.

After everything, rebuilding your relationship with Haerin was slow and delicate, but it felt right. You spent more time together, learning about each other, laughing at the little things, and healing from the wounds left behind by the rumors and betrayal. Each moment with her made you feel like a missing piece of your heart had finally been found.

"So, can you tell me what really happened in your old school?" You asked, taking a sip on your favorite beverage.

Haerin thought for a moment, then nodded. "Well, my mom had to work near here so she decided to transfer me on one of the schools," she explained and you nodded, still slightly surprised that her story was far from the rumours you've heard. "Seonhwa... She was my friend before, but things between us didn't end really well, so maybe she spread those rumours about me absentmindedly,"

She noticed that look on your face, making her giggle—a soft laugh that was infectious. It made you smile, "What? Why are you laughing?" You questioned, although the smile remained on your face.

"Nothing," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, making you feel utterly speechless. Your stomach soon felt as if there were butterflies in it while you felt your face heat up—an emotion you didn't quite normally get. It was as if every time you were with Haerin, you keep discovering a new version of you that would have never thought would even exist.

There were times you and Haerin bumped into Minji in the halls. It was unavoidable at school. Each time, you'd catch her staring from afar, her eyes full of sadness and regret. You couldn’t ignore the heaviness of it all, but you knew in your heart that you had made the right decision. The awkwardness was there, but it didn’t consume you anymore. You had moved on, and slowly, Minji seemed to realize that too.

One day, as you and Haerin walked home from school, a gentle silence fell between you. It wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it was calming, the kind of silence that comes with being at ease in someone else’s presence. You thought about everything you had been through together, from the initial distrust, the rumors, to now—this peaceful, growing friendship. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.

As you reached the park, you both sat down on a bench, watching the leaves rustle in the soft breeze. Haerin spoke first, her voice soft but sure.

“I’m glad we’ve come this far. I didn’t think we’d be able to, especially after what happened,” she admitted, glancing at you with a small smile.

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotions you couldn’t quite express. It was rare for you to feel this way—this close to someone again. And yet, something deeper lingered. A warmth that had been growing steadily within you.

Suddenly, without thinking, you blurted, “I like you, Haerin. I mean, really like you.”

Your confession hung in the air, a rare moment of vulnerability for you. It wasn’t like you to be the one to confess first, but this time, it felt different—like the right thing to do. Your heart pounded in your chest, but there was a strange relief in finally saying what had been on your mind for weeks.

Haerin blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting you to be the one to confess. A slow, wide smile spread across her face, and she let out a soft laugh. “You really beat me to it,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve been wanting to say that too, but I didn’t know how.”

You both chuckled at the awkwardness of the moment, but it only made the confession feel more real, more honest. Haerin reached over and gently took your hand, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing motion.

“I like you too, Y/N. More than I’ve liked anyone,” she whispered, her voice sincere.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt like it was falling into place. The weight of your past traumas, the scars from Minji’s betrayal, and the confusion of your feelings all seemed to fade in that moment. Sitting there, with Haerin’s hand in yours, you felt whole.

As the days passed, you and Haerin continued to grow closer. It wasn’t always easy, and sometimes the shadows of the past crept up on you, but together, you found a way to move forward. There was laughter—plenty of it—small moments of joy in the chaos of school life, and the undeniable feeling of falling for someone who understood you in ways no one else had.

And while Minji still lingered in the background, her presence no longer held the weight it once did. You couldn’t completely avoid her, but the distance between you both had become bearable. Over time, even she seemed to find a way to move on, though the sting of betrayal would remain with you both for a long time.

In the end, you found something rare—something that went beyond just healing from the past. You found someone who made you feel like yourself again. With Haerin by your side, life was far from perfect, but it was yours, and for the first time, it felt like it was truly beginning.

And now, sitting on a bench with Haerin, giggling at teasing at each other, you felt content and mostly... You felt love. With all problems fading away, while Haerin had that small, shy smile—which made you reminisce on the first day you saw her. Maybe even then, you were already in love with her as it is, you just never found it out yourself until now.

As Haerin held your hand, staring at your eyes like the both of you did back on day one, you couldn't help but lean close to her, cupping her cheek with your other hand while the other was busy holding hers, intertwining fingers with one another.

She leaned into your touch and before you knew it, your face were inches away from hers. "Can I?" You asked, and with a split second-pause, Haerin nodded, her breath hitched upon finally touching your lips.

The kiss wasn't rushed at all—if anything, it was deliberate, passionate, and most importantly... It tasted like love.

a/n: okay, maybe i focused too much on readers pov. well, that's all, luvvies. did you like it? hehe. please like, reblog or follow! love y'all and stay safe. mwaapsss. 💋 xoxo

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every piece of writing you put out is a love letter to both your characters and your readers. each word is carefully planned and placed to have the most impact possible. after finishing reading a piece of yours, your readers often will have a warm feeling in their chest and a lightheartedness that stays with them for the rest of the day.

this is so cute!! i hope this is actually how you guys feel after reading my fluff fics. i actually put so much emotion into each and every piece, so all my works are just my feelings put into words and letters.

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At the end of your story, everything may not be perfect or even the way the readers may want it to be, but everything will be okay. The ending is what your characters need, not necessarily what they want. You know how to write strong plots that are able to perfectly balance the right mixture of pain and lightheartedness. Writing tropes is one of your favorite things to do and yet somehow your take on it is always something so unique and original it'll make your readers jaws drop.

i think this is accurate… that’s how others have described my writing is like. if you know me i’m not one for happy ending but a realistic endings enthusiast (or as realistic as you can get with fan fiction lol).

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