#hyunjin fake texts | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

wyzminho · 3 days ago

Text

Oh jeez, I need them to fuck 🫣

—dreamlike.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: pining, fluff, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 8.3k (sorry)

warnings: mentions of drinking, minors dni!!

summary: hyunjin would never have thought he'd end up ditching a party for you. never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he'd end up leaving the girl he so badly wanted to hook up with to come to you instead. however, there he was, arriving at the art studio late at night just to be with you.

a/n: so... can you tell i got too caught up in my feels lmao. anyway this is part nineteen of my social media au "watercolor", for those of you who don't follow the story. you guys can take all that happens here as you may, make your own conclusions heh. i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts and theories about what's going on or what's to come here, tysm for reading<3

Hooking up with Yerim. That was Hyunjin's plan for the night. Just get to the party, go up to her, talk for a bit, make a move, and then hopefully take her back home like he had wanted to do for a good while now. Simple as that.

Instead, he was standing in the middle of an isolated 24/7 grocery store aisle, at nearly one in the morning, looking for some bottled water to bring you over to the art studio.

He could only laugh over how differently his night was going, according to the original plan.

When Hyunjin first got to the party that night, he would never have thought he would end up ditching it for you. He and his friends were having way too much fun for the idea of leaving early even crossing his mind.

But Changbin, out of all his friends, was missing. And so were you.

That's when he should've known his night would not go to plan.

Bin had let them all know he was arriving a bit later, Hyunjin did not mind that. They saw each other every day at their shared dorm, he could not care less if Changbin ended up skipping the party. What he did mind, however, was the fact that you were not at the party either, at the same time his friend so conveniently wasn't there as well.

"You okay?" Felix asked, handing him a glass of soju as he reached his side.

Hyunjin nodded, staring into the glass he had just accepted from his friend. "Is Y/N coming tonight?"

Felix's eyebrows raised in slight surprise. "Um, no. She said she wasn't coming".

"She isn't?"

"I think she was getting done with next week's art assignment" Seungmin drew his attention.

"On a Saturday night?" Hyunjin incredulously rolled his eyes.

"She isn't the first in our class for no reason".

"Right".

Taking a sip of his drink under his friends' knowing looks, he took a quick look around the place. Minhyuk's parents were mad rich, so the place they got him near campus was way too big for a single person to live in — or so Hyunjin thought. However, he could only admit it was a great place to hold parties at.

Most dance majors were there, along with other people who had tagged along with them —Seungmin being one of them—, yet the place was far from seeming too crowded. Still, he was having a hard time finding Yerim. Leaving his friends' side and walking around to look for her seemed like the right thing to do, and he would've done it right away, if it weren't for the sight of Cherry cheerfully approaching his small group, being followed by your whole gang.

Chaeryeong went straight up to Seungmin, whose face lit up in a split second. Han greeted them all with a smile and wondered where they had gotten their drinks from, not giving Jeongin time to properly greet them as well and dragging him to the kitchen once Felix pointed towards it. Minho greeted them all with a small nod, not bothering to smile at Hyunjin once his eyes fixed on him.

And that was it. Once again, no sight of you.

"Y/N's not coming?" Hyunjin found himself asking before he could stop himself.

Minho's eyes had seemed to throw daggers at him as soon as your name had slipped past his lips. "Why do you care?"

"Yah, don't be mean" Chae slapped his arm, for the first time taking her eyes away from Seungmin and later focusing them on Hyunjin. "She's not. She wanted to be left alone with her art tonight".

"Told you she was not coming" Felix nudged him.

"Told you she was painting" Seungmin mumbled.

Both of their taunting remarks received a roll of eyes from Hyunjin, who had missed Chaeryeong's proud smile as he proceeded to search around the place once more for the blonde he was trying to hook up with — a smirk curving up his mouth when he finally found her by the other side of the living room.

After that, the night had seemed to move rather fast.

Hyunjin had gone up to her and her friends, made his smooth way into the conversation, and managed to get her away from their little circle in a matter of minutes — snatching a seat on the white leather sofa, that left them with little to no space in between their bodies. Lucky him.

However, although he had managed to find the girl he had been looking for since he got there, and although she was now only a couple of centimeters away from him as they shamelessly flirted back and forth, he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from wandering around the place, not exactly knowing what they were looking for.

His aimless stare found its focus when a group of people sat down in a circle near the sofa they were sitting down on, one of them bringing an empty soju bottle and loudly announcing that a round of spin the bottle was about to begin.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes for the third time that night. Lame. But that didn't stop him from looking one by one at each person that had sat down and was willing to play.

None of his friends. So he confirmed when he saw them all still in the previous spot he had left a few minutes ago — a light laugh leaving his mouth at the sight of Chaeryeong pretending to leave Seungmin's side to go play, only to have him pull her right back to him and place his arm around her shoulders. Yeah, they were definitely not playing.

His eyes travelled back to the game already taking place next to him. Still, no sight of you. Thankfully this time.

Hyunjin couldn't stop but wonder what you would've done, had you been there. He had been to a couple of parties you had attended as well, but he had always been too busy hooking up with someone else to pay attention to these games and its players. Had you ever played before? Were you the type to play this kind of game at all? Would you have played had you shown up tonight? Would he have been down to play if you had been currently sitting down on that circle as the bottle started to spin around?

He shook his head in a poor attempt to push all those annoying thoughts away, finishing the rest of his drink in one go and then fixing his eyes on Yerim.

"You want me to bring you another drink?" he offered, motioning to her almost empty cup.

God knows he needed another one.

She nodded, a smile curving up the corners of her mouth. "Another beer would be nice".

"Got it," he smiled, gently taking the cup from her hands and standing up. "Be right back".

His smile would only last the ten seconds span from the couch to the kitchen. The sight of Changbin's back and a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, was all it took for it to be erased.

Hyunjin stood there frozen, holding his breath without even noticing, as he stared at his friend making out with someone who looked a bit too much like you. And he could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment.

Clearing his throat, he excused his way past the few people who were in the kitchen as well —mostly classmates of his that were too busy drinking to mind the two people making out right next to them— and made it to the fridge. Although he tried to keep his eyes focused anywhere else in the room, he could not help but take a look at his hyung. It was no news he disliked the idea of you and Changbin together, in any way possible.

He had already heard you two going at it in his room once, and he had seen you come out of said exact room the morning after. But he had never seen you actually kiss after that one time at the club, when he didn't really seem to care. And the annoying pressure in his chest right now could only tell him how much he genuinely despised the idea of you and Bin together. Even more than he had thought.

Until they pulled away and he realised it was not you. Nor did the girl actually look like you. And he felt like he could breathe and go on with his night again.

His mind was truly somewhere else tonight.

Taking a deep breath to try and compose himself, he proceeded to open the fridge like he had meant to from the beginning, so he could take a can of beer for Yerim out of it.

"Can you get me one?" Bin asked him from behind, earning a small jump from Hyunjin.

"Uh, sure" he mumbled, shakily reaching for another beer and handing it to his hyung.

As Changbin opened it and took a sip, Hyunjin couldn't stop his eyes from travelling to the girl a couple of meters away, who was now talking to another of his classmates. He quickly recognized her as Soyeon, one of the popular acting majors he used to see at every other party, and he couldn't help but wonder how come he had for one second thought her dyed bright red hair belonged to you.

"Don't you even think about cockblocking me tonight" Changbin warned with a taunting smirk once he caught on Hyunjin's stare on her.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, leaning back on the now closed fridge. "Don't intend to".

"Because she's not Y/N," Changbin took a sip of his beer. "Otherwise you would've already been pulling her away, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't…" Hyunjin's voice came out way too uncertain for his own liking. "I thought you… she…"

Changbin followed his friend's gaze once more, a knowing smile parting his lips when his eyes fixed on Soyeon and he got what Hyunjin was trying to say.

"Y/N didn't come," he repeated what everyone had already let him know. "So don't worry, I'm not making out with her tonight".

Hyunjin scoffed. He did so not care about that. Although the last addition of the word 'tonight' did not sit quite well with him.

"I know".

"Go back to your hookup then," Bin motioned towards the beer Hyunjin was holding, guessing it was for someone else. "There's nothing for you to worry about here".

"I'm staying here for a bit longer" Hyunjin stated, placing the beer can on the kitchen counter and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "You can go back to sucking faces, though".

Changbin smiled, saying nothing more as he made his way back to the awaiting girl. Hyunjin gawked loudly when Bin's mouth crashed against hers — feeling accomplished the moment he got flipped off by his hyung.

Taking his phone out, he bit his lip as he considered whether he should do what he was about to or not. His thumbs acted before his mind, however, opening your chat and wasting no time on typing the words before he could give it another thought.

You had been on his mind all night, it was driving him crazy. Hearing his friends tell him you weren't coming was not enough anymore, he needed to hear it from you. Well, read it from you. That way he would stop thinking about you being there when you were not, and he would be able to focus on his night with Yerim.

What he didn't expect was for his plans to change as soon as you confirmed what he wanted to know and told him you were not coming, for his priorities to change the second you told him you were at the art studio alone and would be walking home on your own in the middle of the night, and to feel the need to go to you when, on top of all that, you said your head hurt.

He didn't even realise when he had told you he was coming to you, but he didn't regret saying it either.

Grabbing the beer can once more and leaving the empty cup of soju on the counter —as he would not be drinking anymore—, he made his way to let his friends know he was leaving earlier and then to the girl who was still waiting for him on the sofa. She smiled as soon as she saw him walking towards her, and just for a moment, Hyunjin wondered whether he should fuck up this new chance he had to hook up with her, for you. It only lasted a second, then he was handing the beer to Yerim and explaining to her that an emergency had come up and he needed to leave right away.

So he left, with the promise of seeing each other later.

And then there he was fifteen minutes later, paying for a bottle of water for you after having dropped by his dorm so he could get you some painkillers for your headache.

Life surely was unpredictable.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—♡

Hyunjin hissed when he tripped on the main entrance's staircase, for a moment there wondering why the hell your faculty was so goddamn dark, before it hit him what time it actually was.

He had never been to the art studio at night. He had hardly ever made it to the art studio at all — mostly to one of the art classrooms whenever Mrs. Moon asked him to model for her students. Seungmin was the only friend of his who was an art major, after all, and he had never needed his presence at the studio other than for a few coffee runs here and there. Of course you were there, too, but up until last month he would never have gone all the way there just because you needed him to. Not past midnight at least. Definitely not when he was at a party, just about to hook up with someone else. Unlike now.

Something had changed, that he could not deny. He didn't know what exactly, or maybe he refused to put his finger on it because he did not like the answer. But something had definitely changed between the two of you for him to offer to bring you painkillers all the way here and to walk you home afterwards.

A small smile he could not suppress made its way to his lips as he thought about how ridiculous the whole situation was, how ridiculous he must've looked to his friends and anyone else when he told them he was leaving the party to go see you instead. God, he didn't even want to think about all the questions they would ask the next day.

At least he wouldn't look ridiculous by tripping again, he thought as he reached the hallway to the art studio and was met with the rather bright lights of it turned on, which he guessed was your doing as the self-proclaimed ultimate nerd. It didn't last long, though, for as soon as he entered the studio, he was met with mostly darkness all over again — a dim light coming from a lamp in the corner being all he could count on to recognize your sleeping figure by one of the desks.

Another smile took over his face at the sight of you, staring at you from afar for a couple of seconds before he quietly made his way over to you. Your face remained slightly hidden in between your folded arms over the table, messy strands of hair helping to cover you up some more, yet he still managed to get a glimpse of your closed eyes and the faintly still fresh painting under your body.

Taking a seat right in front of you and placing the bottle of water he had brought for you on the table, he found himself internally debating whether he should wake you up or not. He knew he had to, there was no way you were spending the night there, but you looked so peaceful right then, body softly moving up and down with each breath you took, that he couldn't help but feel bad to disturb your sleep.

"Y/N��" Hyunjin whispered after a while, reaching over the desk to gently shake your shoulder. "Hey…"

"Mm…" you whined, weakly trying to free yourself from his hold.

"Y/N," he shook you once more, this time getting you to open your heavy eyes. "You fell asleep".

"What time is it?" you mumbled, voice hoarse as you were just starting to take in your surroundings.

"A little past one" he let you know.

You nodded, muffling a yawn against your forearm before you sat up straight, tiredly rubbing your eyes and then fixing your hair at the realisation of Hyunjin being the one you were in front of — remaining absolutely clueless about the blue oil paint stain adorning your cheekbone.

He, on the other hand, didn't fail to notice as soon as your face was no longer hidden. A small, breathy laugh escaped his lips at the sight of it. Cute.

"Are you feeling better?" he wondered.

You shrugged. "Don't know…" your eyes wandered around the poorly illuminated room before they focused on him. "I think so?"

"You think so?" he chuckled. "You still need the pills?"

"Mhm…" you nodded. "I didn't make you come all the way here over nothing".

"You didn't make me," he corrected you, reaching into his jean's pocket for the painkillers tablet he had brought. "I offered".

"More like didn't give me a choice" you taunted with a small smile.

Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head in defeat. "You seem to be a lot better, you sure this wasn't a trap?"

You rolled your eyes, snatching the tablet from his hand and taking a single pill from it. "I guess the nap helped a bit".

"Mhm…" Hyunjin agreed, taking the lid off the bottle and then handing it over to you. "Good thing I came, otherwise you would've spent the night here for what I could see".

"My saviour" you cynically over-dramatized as you put the pill in your mouth, taking the bottle he was offering you and sipping down a good amount of water.

"You are very welcome" he smiled, cynically as well.

Only then a genuine smile took over your face, closing your eyes for a moment and leaning back on the chair as you waited for the pill to make effect.

It was oddly comforting how you could so easily go back to joke around with each other after what happened the last time you had seen each other, how comfortable you were in one another's presence even after you hadn't talked at all ever since, and after you had avoided him because you were sure you would burst into tears the moment his eyes locked with your still very embarrassed ones.

None of that seemed to matter right then. You didn't know why, maybe it was the fact that you weren't fully awake yet and didn't have it in you to be embarrassed, but you were thankful you didn't really have to address the past events in order for the two of you to be able to hang out again.

"Thank you," you spoke up after a while. "You really didn't have to come".

"It's okay," he reassured you, carefully watching you close the bottle and place it back down on the table. "I couldn't let you walk to your dorm alone at night whilst having a headache".

"You could've, actually".

"I didn't want to".

"Such a gentleman" you smiled, and he couldn't tell whether you were being honest or you were once again teasing him, like it was oh-so-usual by now.

Therefore, he ended up rolling his eyes and ignoring your comment altogether — eyes travelling down to the painting you had been working on instead. "So what have you been painting all night?"

"Nothing," you replied in a heartbeat, pulling your artwork towards you and under the table embarrassingly fast.

"That didn't look like nothing…" he pointed out, watching as you opened your backpack lying on the floor next to you and shoved the small painting inside. "Yah, why can't I see? I already saw some of it before you snatched it away".

"You don't just go around looking at a lady's painting, Hwang Hyunjin" you brought an offended hand up to your chest.

His mouth opened up in defeat, biting down on his lip to hide the smile that had just made its way to his lips at your words. "I won't show you any of my paintings ever then".

"You've never shown them to me anyway" you playfully stuck your tongue out to him. "You can just take a look around if you're that desperate to see my paintings, though".

"I wanted to see that one, though" he pouted.

Regardless of his bummed up statement, which you were not falling for, Hyunjin proceeded to take a look around your usual working place.

He had seen most of it when Seungmin had asked him to bring the two of you some coffee over a couple of weeks ago, before the —not— double date you had gone on with him and Chaeryeong. Funny how this wasn't actually the first time he had dropped everything else to bring you something.

Everything was pretty much still the same, colourful canvases everywhere in the room making a mess of it, yet somehow filling its white walls with life. Yours in particular remained all piled up by the floor, next to your self-assigned desk. The only difference from the last time he visited was a rather big flower painting on what used to be a blank canvas on an easel. Although he knew you had gotten an A+ on your last assignment, he had never seen the final result, and it only took him one look at it to know why you got the grade you did.

He recognized the flowers on the canvas right away, although the entire scenery portrayed on it gave away that you had decided to paint the ones you had seen by the Han River — more precisely, the ones you had seen with him, when the two of you had gone away from your friends to give them some privacy and ended up wandering around for hours, sitting down after a good while on the green grass a few meters away from the water.

You had pointed out how pretty they were, and he had agreed. That was all there was to the purple lilacs you had dedicated your entire work to, as the rest of the day you had spent it sitting down there, talking and having a laugh. He didn't realise you had been looking at them every other minute, and he most definitely did not think you would get your inspiration from them. Something about the situation made his heart race, however… in a very nice way.

"Watercolor" Hyunjin mumbled, catching your attention as he stood up and walked over to your side of the desk, where the easel with your painting was.

"Huh?"

"You ended up using watercolor," he explained, leaning in to take a closer look at it. "You weren't sure what technique you were going for back then".

"Ah, back at the river?" you guessed, receiving a small nod from him. "Yeah, I mean… I thought of playing it safe with oil painting, but…"

"I told you watercolor was the best way to go" he smiled triumphantly.

You rolled your eyes, standing up as well so you could get closer to him and get a better view of the painting you had already moved past from after it was graded. "Don't get so cocky now. I only went with it because it worked better with the result I was going for".

"Mhm… sure" he teased, dramatically placing a hand on his shoulder after you had lightly shoved him with yours.

"I'm never using watercolor again".

"Aw, never again?" he teasingly pouted, taking one step towards you.

"Nope," you stated. "Well, starting off once I finish the painting I promised Felix".

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're painting something for Felix?"

You nodded. "He saw my project when he came by the other day and asked me to make one for him. I mean, I'm sure he was like, half joking, but…"

"How come I don't get a painting from the next Picasso?"

A snort escaped your mouth, followed by an amused shake of your head. "You haven't asked".

"Can I get one?"

"I don't know," you played it hard, puckering your lips and looking at the ceiling deep in thought. "Will I ever get a painting from you?"

"I'm not an art major" he reminded you.

"Doesn't make you any less of an artist" you smiled.

Hyunjin couldn't help but mirror your smile, finding himself undoing the eye contact as he felt his cheeks suddenly burn. "If I say yes, will I get one from you?"

"I asked first".

"No, I asked first" he contradicted.

Rolling your eyes, you stood up straight and folded your arms under your chest. "Yeah, I can do that".

"Okay then," Hyunjin smiled. "I haven't ever painted for anyone, but I guess I could make an exception for you".

Lowering your head in a poor attempt not to show the beaming smile that had taken over your face, you cleared your throat, taking a step back and staring at the rather messy desk you had been working on —and sleeping on—, as you tried to control your heart from going wild.

"So we have a deal?" he leaned slightly in, looking for your eyes.

You nodded, finally looking up at him. "You're probably getting an oil painting, though. That's what I've been mostly into lately".

He chuckled, causing your heart to make another jump the second your eyes caught a glimpse of his hand getting closer. The space from his body to your face felt almost as if it happened in slow motion — until the warmth of his touch was comfortingly placed on your cheek, and his thumb rubbed ever so gently on it.

"Yeah, I can see".

"W-What?"

Hyunjin laughed breathily, running his thumb up and down your cheek once more. "Your cheek is blue".

Being hit by reality, you brought your hand up to cover it, later staring down at your art supplies and only then realising you had fallen asleep on top of the piece you had been working on that evening. "Yah, why didn't you tell me?"

Another laugh escaped Hyunjin's mouth, this time more of a giggle. "Because you look cute".

"Don't," you whined, rubbing your palm against your cheek to try and take the paint off. "I bet I look like an idiot".

"You look cute," he repeated. "I can help you even it up, though".

"Wha—"

Hyunjin's fingertips tracing against the until then clean side of your face was quick to cut your words off, having your stunned eyes travel down to the palette on your desk and then to his hand, only to be hit with realisation at the sight of his freshly yellow painted fingers.

Not like the mischievous smile parting his lips and the loud giggle that escaped them right after didn't give away what he had just done anyway.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" you recriminated him, reaching for the palette and staining your fingers with fresh paint as well.

"Wait, no" he backed away as soon as he saw you were about to take revenge. "No, I'm no—"

His mouth remained open forming a perfect 'o' once you had smashed a mixture of blue and yellow on his chin, being now his turn to watch you laugh.

That lasted a little over three seconds. After that, chaos was unleashed as he snatched the palette from next to you and started merciless chasing you around the studio.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you pleaded in between your own laughter as you went around the desk.

"Saying sorry won't save you" he warned you, smiling when he managed to corner you against it and the wall.

"Careful with the clothes," you begged, holding your hands up in front of him for him to stay away. "Careful with th—Hyunjin!"

He threw his head back to let out a throaty laugh after having smashed some more paint on you, this time on your neck, as you had not stopped moving while he aimed for your chin.

"If you stained my sweater I swear t—"

"I didn't," he reassured you with a smirk. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't put paint on me".

You scoffed in utter disbelief. "Excuse me, you're the one who started".

Hyunjin chuckled. "I was only trying to even up the stain you gave yourself".

"It's only fair I even up that stain on your chin then" you nodded, reaching out to get more paint from the palette he was holding.

"It's right in the middle, there's nothing to even up" he pointed out, squinting his eyes at you after you had painted his cheek instead.

"Oops," you cynically pouted. "Seems like I will have to even that up now".

He rolled his eyes, both in amusement and resignation, and turned his cheek to you while he leant in, so you could get it over with. You smiled, letting out a giggle that had him smiling as well before he once more felt your fingertips trace against his cheek — this time slower, gentler, as you no longer feared getting caught by him.

"Happy?" he wondered, turning to you.

"Mhm…" you managed to get out, gulping down your nervousness at the sudden closeness — memories from the last time you had him this close invading your mind. "We should, um… I should get m-my things, so we can leave…"

"I haven't evened up the stain on your neck, though".

Your heart jumped, and a wave of heat reached your face. "Haven't you painted me enough?"

"Nope," he smiled, placing the palette down on the desk and taking some more blue paint from it. "It's only fair".

You rolled your eyes, clearing your throat as quietly as you could not to show how nervous you were. Nevertheless, you tilted your head to the side, resignatedly exposing your neck to him. "If you say it's only fair…"

He laughed under his breath, using one of his clean fingers to move your hair behind your shoulder and avoid getting oil paint on it. "You know it is".

You didn't know why you felt the way you did, he was literally just putting some paint on your skin like he had already done two other times by now, that was it. However, your knees went weak at the contact of his fingers against your skin — his every trace burning down each inch they touched. He had already painted your cheek and the other side of your neck, but his touch right then didn't feel quite like it had felt before.

Ten seconds felt like an eternity, as his gentle touch and his calm breathing hitting your skin had sent you over the moon.

"Are you painting something over there?" you wondered when his traces no longer felt like simple lines, earning a small laugh under his breath.

"Just a couple of lines" Hyunjin reassured.

You didn't buy it. "If you're drawing something embarrassing, I—"

"Okay," he mumbled, standing up straight with one last tap to your neck. "We're even now".

You leaned slightly back, trying your hardest to look down to your neck, although you knew there was no use. "It's done?"

Hyunjin nodded, smiling ever so softly when your eyes fixed on his. You had never seen that look on him, not towards you, and for a moment there you allowed yourself to have hope — hope about him maybe, deep down, having feelings for you, too.

And that hope was only reassured when his hand reached up to cup your cheek for the second time that night, rubbing tender circles near the corner of your mouth that took your breath away.

"I don't think there is anything else for you to even up now…" you pointed out in a whisper, voice failing you under his intense stare.

"Y/N?" he asked, eyes travelling from your lips to your anticipating eyes.

"Mm?"

"Does your head still hurt?"

You laughed quietly, breathily. "Kinda forgot about it with the whole you chasing me around thing".

Hyunjin smiled. "Good".

Just like that, he leaned in and closed the space between your mouths — plump, soft lips trapping your bottom one, as you remained too stunned to do anything other than close your eyes and get lost in the gentle touch of his you had craved for so long.

It roughly lasted five seconds, maybe six. Too short of a time for you to be able to tell whether you were dreaming or not. Yet that was all it took for you to wonder how you could have survived all this time without getting a taste of his lips. All it took for you to want more, for you to know you needed more.

One look at Hyunjin and the way his eyes once again travelled back down from your eyes to your mouth, was all it took for you to know he was feeling the same.

And just like that, his mouth was back on yours, and you confirmed this was indeed not a dream, nor your recent headache driving you mad.

You kissed him back this time, melting under the touch and taste of his lips, and the warmth of his hand as it travelled down from your cheek to your neck. Your hand rested comfortably on his chest while your other arm wrapped around his neck, tugging at his t-shirt when you stumbled against the desk he was cornering you against.

That seemed to give him the perfect opportunity to lift you up and sit you down by the edge of it, barely giving you time to adjust when his hands were tightly grabbing your waist and his mouth was back on yours.

Bringing your other arm up around his neck as well, you tightened your hold around it, letting out a contented hum before opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to gently massage yours.

A part of you still felt like you were dreaming with each touch of his. The way his hands moved slightly down to your hips and tightened their hold on them to pull you closer to him, the way his thumbs caressed the spot they were resting on, the way his hot mouth felt on yours, and how his heavy breathing would hit your face… it all felt too perfect, too dreamy to be true.

It only hit you that you were in the middle of the art studio when Hyunjin's hand pressed to your lower back and his body leaned over yours, placing your hand on the desk to keep your balance and managing to press it down on the long forgotten palette instead.

"Wait, wait" you mumbled against his lips, pushing him slightly away by his chest. "Someone could walk in".

"Don't care" he whispered, trapping your lip in between his once more — only for you to pull away and stare at him with incredulous eyes.

"Are you drunk?" you questioned.

"No," his eyebrows furrowed. "I only had one drink the whole night, do I seem drunk to you?"

You denied with your head.

He smiled, stealing another kiss from you. "Do I taste drunk to you?"

Your cheeks burned at his question. You denied again. "Last time, though…"

Hyunjin sighed, defeatedly resting his forehead on yours at the memory of the way he had pushed you away when Yerim walked into the dance studio. "I wouldn't have pulled away if you had been kissing me like this".

You playfully shoved him away, hearing a loud giggle escape his mouth as your face burned up harder. "You're the one kissing me".

"Maybe…" he murmured, already back at looking for your lips. "But you're not stopping me".

Rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance, you pulled him into another kiss, feeling like your heart would burst out of your chest when you felt his breathy laugh against your mouth, taking a moment to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss.

You swore you could kiss him all night. Especially since, even if it hurt to admit, you didn't know if you would ever get to kiss him again and feel as good as you were feeling right then.

This could only be a one time thing as far as you knew. You wished it wasn't. You truly wished it wasn't. But you were making the most out of it regardless.

No matter how long you could kiss him for, however, you knew reality would hit at some point. It was his phone buzzing in his pocket, the one to bring you back to it.

You had both ignored it at first, being too busy getting a taste of each other to care about anything else, but Hyunjin ended up breaking the kiss apart when it wouldn't stop — not without having first let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled a small 'sorry' against your swollen lips.

"You're not answering it?" you couldn't help but wonder after he had taken one small look at the screen and shoved it right back in his pocket.

He shook his head no, resting his hands on your thighs and smiling before pecking your mouth. "I can get back to them later".

You bit your bottom lip, smiling against his mouth when he leaned in to steal another kiss you didn't wait to return. "We should probably leave…"

"Mm…" he whined against your mouth. "Just a little more…"

A light laugh escaped your lips, pulling him in by placing your hand on the back of his neck and planting two chaste kisses to his needy mouth. "It's like, two in the morning by now…"

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of you and resting his forehead on your shoulder for a second before he stood up straight. "It's not that late but okay, let's go".

"I thought you wanted to go back to the party after dropping me off?" you pointed out, getting off the desk and going to pick up your bag.

"Nah, I'm not going back there" he shrugged, rolling his eyes with a smile when you questioningly squinted your eyes at him. "I'm not!"

"If you say so…" you shrugged as well, throwing your bag over your shoulder and turning the lamp by your working spot off.

Maybe not the brightest of decisions, considering the room went nearly pitch black, if it weren't for the hallway's lights giving you some sense of visibility. That didn't stop you from stumbling against one of the chairs as you reached Hyunjin's side.

"Easy," he teased, grabbing your wrist even though you were far from falling down. You didn't protest. "Do I have to carry you out of here?"

"Shut up" you half whined, half laughed, sticking next to him as the two of you made your way out of the studio.

You couldn't help but smile as soon as the light of the hallway hit his face, only then realising how pink his lips were as a result of your previous doings. Somehow, that simple sight had managed to make the entire situation feel more real.

And if it weren't because you had gathered every single bit of self-control in your body, you would've pulled him into another kiss right then and there.

"What?" he dumbfoundedly asked at the sight of your shy smile.

You shook your head in response, trying your best to brush it off as you reached for his cheek and traced one of the oil paint stains your fingers had left. "You look ridiculous".

Hyunjin's mouth opened in full offense. "Here I was calling you cute, and now you go and insult me".

"Well, you do look ridiculous" you laughed, earning a small shove from his shoulder on yours. "Let's hope it washes off easily".

He shrugged. "It was worth it anyway".

Your heart jumped at the sound of his words, standing still in the middle of the hallway as Hyunjin resumed walking towards the exit. It didn't take long for him to realise you were not following — turning around and tilting his head when he saw you just standing there, staring at him in complete awe.

"You coming?"

You nodded your head, still a bit stunned as you were brought back to your senses. Taking a deep breath to try and collect yourself, you rushed next to him once again, so you could for once and for all begin your ten minutes journey to your dorm.

Although you didn't want this moment to ever end, and you loved the thought of walking home alone with him, a part of you hoped to get there soon. You didn't know how much longer you would last before the realisation of tonight's events hit and your knees finally gave out.

tag list: @blaaiissee @hyuneytoast @staysuki @tardiscompanion @princehyun-jin @hyuka-luvbot @halesandy @nattisbored @qnjayn @hibuki-chan @purenjuniverse @seungly @suhnnyskiess @midsoulz @yellowroseskolchek @esme-ordaz @perriwiinkle @n4n444 @andnowimtalkingtomyself @leafyshroom @emmie5168 @soobin-chois @readingfanfic-ly @multifandomizer @elviransworld @valewoos @ktttwwn @hazzaloveschopsuey @hannahdinse8 @youngestdelacour @zoe8stay @sadbixth11 @phenomenalgirl9 @hwangful @aeminju @threevracha @kai-maree @laryisthinking @wolfietara @iam2out @kingggjaay @cosmic-railwayxo @straykidsficsrecsbaby @marsophilia @choibeomgogi @ddaengpotate @oceanyocean @rinsdesires @jhslmhbtsskz @lixlovesworld

1K notes · View notes

wyzminho · 3 days ago

Text

god, I love your writing 😮‍💨

—psycho.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: pining, fluff kinda, slight angst, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: over 3.0k i think (google docs failed me and i had to write half of it straight on tumblr lol)

summary: visiting hyunjin at the dance studio ended up giving you mixed feelings you were most certainly not prepared for.

a/n: ahhh, so sorry once more for taking so long to update!! but well, you know the reason why i was absent for over a week lol. for anyone who might be new here, this is part fifteen of my social media au watercolor! if you're following my story you must know by now that shin ryujin is my muse for it, so if you're interested in the dance i mention in this part just look up "ryujin look what you made me do dance cover" on youtube and you'll find it. as in for hyunjin's, i'm sure you all already know what dance i'm talking about lol.

this is not proofread, so if you see me change anything as you read, no you didn't<3

i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts and chat!!

You had never been in your college's dance studio like this before. Every single time you had come over had been to see one of your friends, whether it was Chae or Minho, and lately Felix as well — all of them with the hope of getting to see Hyunjin, and maybe even spend some time with him, of course.

Ever since you met Hyunjin, you had to look for excuses to talk to him, and to be with him. You might have been obvious as hell about your feelings for him, but it didn't matter to you as long as you got to be with him. And now that you had become friends with Felix, it had all become so much easier. You suddenly didn't need to look for excuses anymore —which didn't stop you from doing so altogether—, for you would always get to see him around one way or another thanks to your now shared circle of friends.

However, getting to spend some alone time with him was rare, to the point you would jump at any possibility you got.

Hyunjin would never really ask you to go alone with him somewhere, for he didn't want to be mistaken for a couple, like you had already been mistaken for a few months ago — which ended up with him pushing you away and avoiding you like never before.

Until that night at the pub, when he asked you to go to the store around the corner with him, so you could get ice cream for all your friends. You thought that would be as close as you would ever get to him, but then a few days later he walked you home, that embarrassing morning you woke up in his roommate's bedroom. And it didn't stop there, for then a week later he told you to go on a walk at the Han river, so you could give Chae and Seungmin some privacy.

Moving forward to last week when he invited you for coffee after lunch, just the two of you.

And now this.

You had played it hard at first, making it seem like you weren't dying inside when he told you he wanted you to visit him that evening. Truth was, even then, when you were acting like you would have to think about whether you were coming or not, you knew damn well you would.

You could only thank God he had asked you through texts, otherwise he would've caught on the way you had visibly freaked out.

Dropping your bag on the floor next to the burgundy wall of the dance studio, you looked around in awe, a part of you still not believing Hyunjin had asked you to go see him there that evening. After over a year of coming here to watch him from afar —every now and then getting to actually talk to him if you were lucky enough—, you could not believe you for once were here at his own request.

Checking the time on your phone, you sighed at the realisation that you had made it there twenty minutes earlier. The excitement of getting to see him must've been too much.

With no other choice but waiting, and having the studio all to yourself, you couldn't help but run to the speaker so you could connect your phone to it and play some music to dance to in the meantime.

All your life, dancing had been your biggest hobby. You remembered doubting the major you were pursuing because of it, and how happy Cherry was at the thought of having you as her classmate once more after high school. After all, the two of you were the headliners of every single dance presentation back then, and every competition your school had made it to as well. The difference was that, while dancing was Chaeryeong's life, to you it was just that, a hobby.

Of course, it didn't seem like it whenever you danced.

You were mindlessly dancing to anything that came on shuffle for a while, just feeling yourself and enjoying having the dance studio all to your own for once. Maybe you should do this more often, it was a public space in campus after all.

The sound of a Taylor Swift song you knew very well coming through the speakers had seemed to turn on a switch on you, though. It was the song you had self-choreographed and rehearsed over and over for your and Chaeryeong's last presentation at school before graduating, where each of you had a solo, and your time to shine just happened to be to Look What You Made Me Do.

You remembered how hesitant you had been at first, not knowing if you would be able to pull off a song like that, yet wanting to challenge yourself one last time. You were glad you had, for it was the most fun you had at the end of that stressful year.

And here you were now, over two years later, having the time of your life jamming out to the same song and hitting every move as you reminiscenced how good you had felt back then, with all the eyes in the crowd focused on you, and all the voices cheering for you.

Having Hyunjin's eyes on you felt completely different, though. Just as good, yet your heart would race twice as fast. So you had confirmed when your eyes focused on the corner of the mirror, and you were startled by his standing figure on the door.

"Oh my God, you scared me!" you blurted out, bringing your hand up to your chest as Hyunjin's giggle reached your ears.

"Feel free to continue" he smirked.

"No, I'm shy now" you pouted, eyes following his every move as he walked over to drop his bag next to yours. "How long were you staring for?"

"Long enough".

You sighed. "That's embarrassing".

Watching from afar as you went to disconnect your phone from the speaker, Hyunjin wondered whether it was a good time to tell you he had seen you dance before, that one time you and Chae were the only ones in the studio. Probably not, he thought as the room went completely silent.

"You're a great dancer" he complimented.

"Ah, I hadn't done it in so long" you lamented, shoving your phone into your pocket and walking over to him.

"Why not?" Hyunjin wondered, taking a seat next to you on the floor right after you had done so.

You shrugged. "Haven't had the time to, I guess. I still do it from time to time with Cherry or Minho when they have the studio to themselves".

Hyunjin smiled rather cheekily, leaning slightly in towards you. "We have the studio to ourselves right now".

"Oh, no" you shook your head as soon as you caught up on his intentions. "I'm not dancing any more today".

"Aw, come onnn" he cutely pushed.

"Nope," you smiled. "Maybe if I had chosen this major we would've been dancing side to side on a daily basis".

"You were thinking of choosing a dance major?"

"Mhm…" you nodded.

"And why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to have dancing become a task".

He scoffed. "It's not like that at all!"

"I know, I know" you couldn't help but laugh over how defensive he had just sounded. "But you get the point. Dancing has been my hobby all my life, I would do it whenever I was stressed out so I could feel better. It's kind of my escape from reality, I didn't want that to change".

"And what about art?" Hyunjin questioned. "Didn't mind having that hobby change?"

"Art is my life, as cheesy as it sounds" you mumbled the last part, already feeling your cheeks burning and missing the way his eyes had softened at the sight of you nervously playing with your shoelaces. "I can never get tired of it".

"I get it" he nodded, resting his back against the wall. When he saw the way you had squinted your eyes at him, he rushed to say, "Honestly! It's the other way around for me, but I feel the same".

"Dance is your life then and art your lifelong hobby?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I also considered taking the art path and getting a major on it, but dancing is just… everything".

You smiled. "Good. Otherwise I would've had some tough competition when it comes to being Mrs. Moon's favourite student".

Hyunjin smirked. "I already am her favourite student and I didn't need to enter an art major for it".

"Only because you're beautiful and she loves aesthetically pleasing sights" you rolled your eyes.

Hyunjin's eyes snapped in your direction as soon as those words had abandoned your mouth. Funny how you remained sitting down there beside him, with your back and head pressed to the wall, eyes closed, unfazed as ever over your own statement, all while he sat there staring at you completely stunned, trying his hardest to keep the smile that was threatening with curving up the corners of his lips and ignore the way his chest suddenly felt all weird.

"Well, then it makes sense why you're her favourite art student".

Your eyes opened at that, locking with his in a second. It was now your turn to feel a slight pressure in your chest, and your cheeks burn harder than they had done before.

"You should go practice now," you pointed out, motioning with your head towards the center of the room.

He let out a heavy, over-dramatic sigh at your change of topic as he stood up. "If you wanted me to leave you alone you only had to ask".

"Yah, that's not what I'm saying at all" you laughed.

"Come dance with me then" he said.

"What?"

"Come dance with me," he repeated, reaching his hand out for you to hold and help you up your feet. "I'll teach you my routine".

Hesitating, you held his hand — pushing aside the electricity that ran down your body as soon as they made contact. It was soft, very soft, yet still somehow rough and strong enough to make you feel oddly safe.

"Keep in mind that I am not a trained dancer" you reminded him.

"Please, I've seen you dance".

Missing his touch the moment he gently let go of your hand, you walked to the middle of the studio as he went to put some music on.

"You probably know this choreo anyway," he pointed out, scrolling down on his playlist. "Mrs. Shin wanted us guys to learn a girl group dance routine, and the other way around for girls".

"Oh, that sounds like fun" you nodded. "Did you get to choose the song or did she give it to you?"

"We got to choose".

"And which one did you go with?"

Hyunjin looked up from his phone and gave you a mischievous smile that could've easily sent you straight to heaven. Not giving the butterflies in your stomach to take over, however, he finally pressed play on a song — Psycho by Red Velvet echoing through the entire room the next second.

"Oh, I know this one!" you jumped up excitedly, earning a giggle from him as he placed his phone by the desk and made his way over to the center of the studio as well.

"I had a feeling you would" he smiled, getting into position right next to you and motioning for you to do the same.

Irene's voice coming through the speaker was your queue to start dancing, not thinking much of it as you let your body move to the rhythm, stunned at the way you seemed to remember every move of the dance routine you had learned back in your last year of high school.

You had started out quite shy, not being able to help it as you could feel Hyunjin's piercing stare on you through the mirror wall in front — even dropping the mirror altogether and shamelessly turning around to look at you a couple of times. You wanted to believe it was to make sure you were both on sync, dancing to the same choreography. You knew that was probably it, for what other reason would he have to focus on you like that?

Nevertheless, whatever the reason was, you could feel your cheeks burn and your entire body heat up. Hyunjin's effect on you truly never stopped surprising you.

"Come on, you weren't this shy ten minutes ago" he teased you.

You weren't staring at me ten minutes ago, you thought.

You said nothing, instead rolling your eyes and simply shaking your head in feigned annoyance.

"That's not part of the routine".

"Shut up" you laughed, enjoying the sound of his own laugh.

That had seemed to calm your nerves somehow, still feelings electricity run through your body under his stare, yet feeling way more confident when it came to your dancing. It may have also got to do with the fact that you were now hypnotized by his dancing — no longer focusing on the way he was looking at you, but staring at him instead.

You could tell he was born for this. The way every pore of his exuded talent. The way you could tell he was enjoying himself from miles away. The way his movements were sharp, yet somehow still delicate, and so, so goddamn hypnotizing.

You found yourself physically having to snap yourself out of it before you lost it — eyes going up and away from him for a moment, so you could compose yourself.

That had seemed to work.

"Are you sure you got the right routine?" you wondered after one particular move of his before the bridge had seemed a bit different.

"Yes, miss 'I'm not a trained dancer'" he amusedly rolled his eyes at you.

"You're doing it wrong" you called him out with a light laugh.

"It's my routine, what do you mean I'm doing it wrong" Hyunjin blurted out, his whiny tone alone getting a giggle out of you.

"You're not supposed to make a turn".

"I changed it, bite me".

"If I were Mrs. Shin, I would've failed you" you taunted him, enjoying way too much the squint of eyes you had just got from him.

"Good thing you're not my prof then," he stated, dropping the routine all together and walking away from you.

Dumbfounded as to what he was trying to do, you quietly watched him walk back to his phone, only understanding what was going on when the song started playing all over again.

Your heart skipped a beat when this time he did not just position himself next to you, but tugged at your t-shirt to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you asked, voice betraying you by showing just how nervous his closeness made you feel.

"Teaching you my routine" he stated.

Staring at him through the mirror, you gulped when he stood behind you and his arms went around your body, holding your hands up to control their movements.

"Like this" he explained, moving your hands the way he had done right before the bridge — the way you had claimed was wrong. "And then like this..."

His hands on your hips were enough for your breathing to stop.

"W-What?"

"The turn," he pointed out, helping you turn around, just enough for you to face him. "You're supposed to make a full turn now".

"This is so not it" you managed to tease once more in between your inner madness.

"Yah!" he whined, hands unconsciously tightening on your hips, this time closer to your waist, with the intention to keep you still. "We're doing it my way".

"You're insulting Red Velvet".

"I swear to God, you're so annoying" he groaned, throwing his head back in exhasperation and then mindlessly letting his forehead rest on yours.

Maybe it had to do with the way his height towered over you and his face just so happened to naturally fall to the top of your head. Maybe it had to do with the way he didn't calculate well enough the distance from your face when he leaned in. Maybe he just wanted to rest his forehead on yours and feel you close.

Whatever it was, you were not able to react in the slightest.

Still too stunned over both that last action of his and the firm grip his hands had on your body —which had managed to faintly press your waist to his body given the way he had moved right before—, you found yourself placing your hands on his chest out of reflex, absolutely frozen at the realisation of just how close you were to him.

The chorus of the song was playing on the background, yet neither of you seemed to notice, let alone to care.

It seemed surreal, and you were not sure whether you were dreaming or not. One moment you were bickering, and the next one his hold remained on your waist and your hands on his chest, having him closer than you ever had before — closer than you ever thought you would.

Closer to the point you could feel his hot breath tickling your lips.

"I—I should..." you stuttered, slightly removing your hands from their rather comfortable place on his chest and placing them on his wrists instead.

"Mm?" he hummed, gently caressing your hips with his thumbs.

"The turn, I..." you nervously cleared your throat. "I only turned halfway, I should—"

"It's too late to make a turn now, don't you think?" Hyunjin whispered in a teasing tone, somehow managing to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes fixed on his, feeling your breathing halt when you noticed that his eyes were no longer fixed on yours, but on your mouth instead. He licked his lips, drawing your full attention to them and how kissable they looked.

If only you leaned in, just like he had done, you would've met them mid-way, getting the taste of them you were dying to get.

The only thing you got, however, was the ever so faint feeling of his nose bumping yours, and then the sight of his hot mouth pulling away from you when a fake cough was heard from the door.

"Yerim," Hyunjin blurted out.

Something in the way he had said that name, only to then pull you away and let go of your body as if you were burning him, did not sit well with you.

Quietly staring at the girl in front, you couldn't help the pinch in your chest. She was gorgeous, to say the least, and a dancer apparently, given the grey sportswear covering her body and the gym bag in her hand. Straight long hair, blonde, brown almond shaped eyes... the longer you stared, the worst you felt.

"I didn't know you... were..."

"I was just showing her my routine" he was fast to explain. Way too fast. "You know, the Psycho one".

So they were close enough to know each other's routines.

You internally recriminated yourself over that thought. They were classmates, of course they knew about each other's routines. That must've been the reason, right? Probably even Cherry and Minho knew Hyunjin was preparing this particular song.

"Oh, okay..." she nodded, awkwardly moving to the side so she could drop her things on the floor. "I can wait for you—"

"I was just leaving, actually" you announced.

"You were?" Hyunjin frowned.

You nodded, not daring to meet his eyes before you walked over to pick up your things. "Just remembered I had promised Cherry I would help her out with something tonight, so..."

"You're not waiting for Felix?" he wondered.

Funny how suddenly Felix seemed to be the only reason for you to stay.

"No, I saw him earlier today anyway" you shrugged, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "Say hi to him for me, though".

"Okay, but, um..." Hyunjin hesitated, looking at Yerim for a second before he rushed to your side right as you reached for the doorknob. "We're good, right?"

"Yeah," you let out a light laugh. A fake one, but he didn't need to know that. "Why wouldn't we?"

He shrugged. "Just making sure".

"It's okay," you smiled. "Have fun with the rest of practice".

"Okay..." he bit his lip, almost as if keeping himself from saying something more. "Text me when you're home".

"Will do" you promised.

Maybe once you took in everything that had just happened, and figured out why the hell the hurtful pinch in your chest was taking over the wild butterflies you had been feeling only a minute ago.

tag list: @blaaiissee @hyuneytoast @staysuki @tardiscompanion @princehyun-jin @hyuka-luvbot @halesandy @nattisbored @lovhyunj @hibuki-chan @purenjuniverse @seungly @ninjaleeknow @midsoulz @yellowroseskolchek @esme-ordaz @perriwiinkle @n4n444 @andnowimtalkingtomyself @leafyshroom @emmie5168 @soobin-chois @readingfanfic-ly @multifandomizer @elviransworld @ilvaussie @ktttwwn @hazzaloveschopsuey @hannahdinse8 @youngestdelacour @zoe8stay @sadbixth11 @phenomenalgirl9 @hwangful @aeminju @threevracha @kai-maree @laryisthinking @wolfietara @iam2out @kingggjaay @cosmic-railwayxo @straykidsficsrecsbaby @marsophilia @choibeomgogi @ddaengpotate @oceanyocean @rinsdesires @jhslmhbtsskz @lixlovesworld