#i was so excited bc unlike when i had my SCHOOL laptop this internship laptop allowed me to GO on sites that were blocked

[loverofallthingssmart]

ourgh i hate monitored laptops theyre so annoying.

[ukulelewrites]

In Terms of Fire & Ice {2}

A/N: Part 2 is up! There are little hints in here regarding the other boys’ stories. If you catch them (I made them pretty obvious) which one are you most excited for? Tbh i really want to know! I’ll tag @smols-n-tols bc they’re just a great group of supportive people who yell at me whenever I lose sleep just to write lmao ily y’all

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 1k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Bound in leather, yellow with age, the journal that sat on the third shelf of the southernmost bookshelf in the second library had been with the school since its opening in 1917. Inscribed on the first page, in cursive handwriting, were the words, “Welcome to the Cherry Pickers’ Club.”

The six boys lounged in Jonghyun and Minhyun’s dorm room. “So…who’s still a virgin at this school?” Jonghyun asked from his desk, cheeks flushing scarlet at his rather scandalous question. Daniel, who was laying on the floor flipping through one of Jonghyun’s manga, spoke up, “Well, Minhyun, Jonghyun, Jaehwan,” he stopped when Jaehwan chucked a football at his head. “He meant female virgins, smartass,” Jaehwan snapped, ears bright red. Seongwoo looked up from his phone, “Well, there’s that girl in Minhyun’s business administrations class,” Minhyun shot him a confused look, “The one who always wears that oversized sweater over her uniform and sits near the back of the class.” Minhyun let out a sound of realization. Seongwoo continued, “And then there’s that girl who’s always late to our math class, Jonghyun.” Jonghyun furrowed his eyebrows before a look of realization dawned on his face, “Ah! She’s the one who’s always doodling on her notes or sleeping in class…wait, but isn’t she kind of scary?” the other boys looked at him, begging for clarification, “She always shows up with bruised knuckles and stuff…And there’s a rumor going around her dad’s in the mafia or something…” The boys waved him off, of course Jonghyun would be the one to be scared of a girl. “Plus,” Seongwoo leaned forward so all the boys could hear as he dropped his voice ten volumes, “I heard the TA for the music tech class was one too.” The boys ooh’d at the newfound information. “And what about you, Seongwoo? Going for any of them?” Hyunbin asked from the floor. Seongwoo simply leaned back against the wall, “Too easy, I’ve got my eyes on a bigger challenge.”

“Go away, Seongwoo,” you snapped, not even looking up from your notebook. “How’d you know it was me, sweetheart? Obsessed enough with me to sense my presence?” he leaned down, sending you a smirk. You rolled your eyes and looked up, “Your ego made its presence; I was practically suffocating.” He placed his hands on your desk, leaning forward until his nose was almost touching yours; you felt everyone focus their attention on the two of you, and you glared at him with all the fury you could muster from your body. “You coming to the bonfire Saturday?” You narrowed your eyes at him; of course you were going, everyone goes to Daniel’s back-to-school bonfire, even if they barely knew the guy. “And why does that matter to you?” you asked, patience growing thin. He scoffed, placing his hand on his chest in mock offence, “Aren’t we friends, Y/N?” You shot him a look and returned your attention back to your notes. Seongwoo chuckled to himself, “Of course not, we’re something much more, right, Y/N?” He cupped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him, sending you a satisfied smile. You froze in your seat before remembering there were spectators, reverting back to your default scowl and swatted his hand away. “Pull that shit again, Ong, and I’ll have you suspended for harassment.”

“Any luck?” Daniel asked over lunch. The six boys sat together at their corner table, hunched forward and speaking in low whispers, just in case anybody walking by could overhear their conversation. “I’m too scared to talk to girls…” Jonghyun mumbled, mouth half full with food. Minhyun looked up from his textbook, “I sit next to her in math class now, doesn’t mean I’ll accomplish it anytime soon.” Daniel leaned back and turned his attention to Jaehwan and Hyunbin, who both just shook their heads. “Seongwoo, buddy, please tell me you were able to at least find a virgin?” Daniel pleaded, turning to his best friend. Seongwoo, on the other hand, was relaxed, peacefully chomping on his apple. “Boys, seduction is an art; you can’t expect a girl to simply hand her virginity over to you on a silver platter. You have to coax it out of her, makes sure she’s the one to give it up, not you forcing it from her,” Seongwoo stated matter-of-factly. Daniel snorted at his friend’s tone, “Dude, we know that. I’m just asking because you won’t tell us who your target is.” Out of the corner of his eye, Seongwoo caught you walking by with Nayoung; he leaned back and sent you a casual wave; you just rolled your eyes and continued to your table. Daniel’s eyes widened in realization, “Y/N? Ice princess, Y/N? You’re going after her?” Seongwoo just nodded, “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

“Nayoung,” you called in shock; she stuck her head out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet. “Yes, Y/N?” she said, pattering across your shared room to stand behind your chair. She leaned over your shoulder to look at the part of your screen that you were pointing at, water droplets landing on your shirt. Her eyes widened, “Oh my god! You did it! You got into the internship!” She instantly hugged you from behind. You beamed up at her, “I start next Monday, and there’s another intern there too, so I might make a new friend that doesn’t see me as an ice princess.” Nayoung walked over to your shared closet, rummaging around for an acceptable dress. “They don’t go to Evanson?” You shrugged, “Rivers & Martin rarely accept interns from the same school, so highly unlikely.” She had tugged on her red dress at this point and was now trying to find her flats. “Y/N,” you looked up from your laptop, “aren’t you going to get dressed?” You looked down to find yourself still in your pajamas, “Yeah, I should probably do that.”

Daniel’s family’s lake house was a ten minute drive away from the school. You and Nayoung stepped out of your car, thanking your chauffeur before heading towards the gate leading to the backyard. Daniel was standing at the gate, greeting guests. He shot you guys a warm smile before handing you a soda can, “I know you two don’t really drink, so I got a couple sodas for you,” he said. “Thanks, Daniel,” you said, giving him a small smile. Even though his best friend is an asshat, it doesn’t mean Daniel was. “No problem, enjoy the party!” You and Nayoung stuck together as you wove through the swarm of people occupying the grounds. “I’m gonna go see if I can find Dongho,” Nayoung shouted over the music. You nodded and waved her off, pointing towards the keg where Dongho stood talking to Minhyun. “Good luck,” you mouthed, giving her a thumbs up. “Well, looks like it’s just you and me.” You turned around to see Seongwoo in a red flannel and black jeans, and out of default, you scowled. “Tsk, don’t you know scowling causing wrinkles,” he said, a smile painting his tone. He ran his thumb over your forehead, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. “Makes sense since you automatically add ten years to my life,” you retorted, swatting his hand away. Seongwoo shook his head dejectedly, “I come over here to tell you that you look cute tonight and all I get are insults.” You looked down at your light blue dress. “After all, the dress really fits the whole ‘ice princess’ aesthetic you’ve got going on,” he gave you a thumbs up, and you instantly whirled around on your heels and stalked away.

“Can you believe the nerve of some people? He practically made me out as some untouchable ice princess. And here he is trying to make himself out as my friend!” Nayoung just cocked her head at your fury, “Nayoung, I can’t even get a boyfriend without the guy trying to cop a feel on the first date thinking he’ll ‘fix’ me,” you raged to your best friend as the two of you stood side by side in your bathroom removing your makeup. “Well, at least you’ll be at your internship every afternoon now, less chances of running to him on campus.” You smiled at the thought of not seeing Seongwoo; however your mood instantly darkened when you remembered your shared math class. “The fucker still has math with me; I’ll have to see his face and obnoxiously large ego for a good hour each day,” you groaned, rubbing furiously at your eye with the cotton pad. Nayoung just shrugged, finishing up and heading out of the bathroom. You finished and trailed after her. “There will always be the bad parts of life, Y/N. Just try thinking of the good things, like chocolate and Kang Dongho’s face,” she swooned. You laughed, “Or, ya know, my internship at the biggest law firm in the country, but Kang Dongho’s face is a good second.” Nayoung rolled her eyes at your comment, “Kang Dongho’s face is a gift from god, Y/N, a gift.” You crawled into your bed and turned off the lamp, “Mhm, you now what’s a gift from god? An internship that takes me far far away from Ong Seongwoo.”