#jungwon x reader enemies to lovers

[lhswon]

CRAZY TIPS = CRAZY FEELINGS { l.hs }

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: wherein, heeseung is a player, a fuck boy, and a rich one too which is all what y/n hates about a man. y/n in contrast is a broke college student who barely makes a living to pay up her rent and college tuition. despite years of being in the same university as heeseung, they never had any interactions until the day heeseung finally laid his eyes on y/n who works on the counter at some nightclub and started leaving her with some crazy cash tips.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: yandere!lee heeseung x tsundere!fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: non!idol, enemies (one sided) to lovers troupe, kinda slow burn, teeth-rotting fluff, heeseung is a softie, you and enha are in the same age for the sake of the plot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: lots cursing, suggestive scenes (mdni!), fighting, drinking, smoking, mention of substances, family issues, mention of SA, display of dominance and possessiveness, heeseung is always jealous (lmk if i missed any!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙘: unknown (as of now :D)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: whoop whoop. wrote this au the moment i saw that video of hee drinking whiskey in a party :D man he was HOT i couldn't stop myself from making this. ALSO BIG NOTE, none of this reflect the idols mentioned in real life. this is only a FICTION and for entertainment purposes only.

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

the loud music and people's chaotic cheering and murmuring were the ones that welcomed heeseung and his friends, along with the mixed smell of alcohol, perfumes, and smoke from cigarettes. it was already 2:00 am but it seemed a bit more early for the people inside the club, the energy was just insane.

as they walked to find their own spot, heeseung constantly sees people making out on the spot which made him smirk a bit. his initial plan was to find someone to hook up with tonight. it was their midterm interlude after all, he needed to relax and he wanted to start by hooking up.

"i'll order us some drinks, what do you guys want?" jake remained standing while the rest of them sat at the circular couch.

"i want just want some rum." sunghoon said. jay said he wanted the same thing.

"sunoo hyung and i will just have some whiskey." jungwon followed, raising his left hand up and pointed to sunoo next to him.

"what about you, seung?" jake asked.

"just get me some scotch, please and thank you." heeseung said and jake nodded before leaving.

while jay and sunghoon was talking something about their academics, sunoo and jungwon was just chatting why their youngest, niki, recently failed his long test and have to go through intensive tutoring as of the moment.

heeseung on the other hand wandered his eyes around and when he catched a glimpse of jake on the counter, he followed him using his eyes and his breathing hitched when he saw your angelic face giving small smiles to jake as he leans in to tease you.

"come on, do you really have to work tonight? i can pay your manager so he would let you drink with me." the man in front of you insisted. you subtly gave him a 'are-you-fucking-serious' look before brushing his statement off with an awkward chuckle.

"i'm sorry sir, but we are currently short on staffs so everyone needs to play their parts." you gave him a small smile before handing him the bottles he ordered.

"oh come on, don't call me sir. don't act like you do not go to the same university as me." jake chuckled sexily which made you secretly scoff.

you have to admit, jake is attractive, hot even, but he's just way out of your league. he's hot, he's rich, he's an academic achiever, and lives almost a perfect life, plus he's a play boy which is a big no no for you. he's just everything you hate about men.

"i can't jake, i have to work. now, please do get off the counter, i have other customers to serve other than you." you said bravely and gave him a fake smile which made jake smirk. your feisty attitude just turns him on.

after successfully shooing away jake sim, you suddenly felt eyes watching you. you wandered your eyes around and you choked on air when you realize that the pair of eyes watching, and staring at you darkly was heeseung's. one of your schoolmate and friend of jake.

the way heeseung stared at you darkly made you panic. his piercing eyes never leaving you even before you saw jake put down the drinks they ordered. you're like a prey, recognized by the predator. he only diverted his gaze when jake called him, handing him his drink. you too, were nudged by your co-worker.

"you okay?" red asked. she's your co-worker, also your work buddy. you nodded and cleared your throat.

"if you're tired already, you should rest. you're about to end your shift anyways." she suggested while you nodded.

you chatted with her a bit before going to the staff room to change, get your things, and time yourself out from work. the moment you exited the club using the back door, you immediately hugged yourself due to cold. you could see the smoke coming out of your mouth as you breathe. not even the padded jackets could easily warm you up in this cold weather.

you walked through the parking lot to find your second-hand car when you saw two shadow beside your car, making out. it made you mentally scoff, out of all places, why beside yours?

it was cold and already late, you have no choice but to walk towards your car. as you finally get close to the scene, you yet again saw those familiar piercing eyes from heeseung when he watched over you while still kissing the girl in front of him. since the girl was leaning on your car, you couldn't really go without her getting off first so you coughed awkwardly.

"oh, sorry!" the girl squeeled.

finally, they stopped kissing and the girl giggled, as if she's happy that someone had just caught her making out in the parking lot. heeseung on the other hand stayed silent and watched over you intently.

"i'm sorry." you said politely as you bowed your head before moving to open the door of your car. you were about to head inside when you heard the girl murmured something.

"this car is trash, right hee?"

your eyes twitched from what the girl said. slowly, you turned to her with a small smile.

"well look who's talking, you'll just be as dirty as a trash when this man throws you away like a garbage after using you." you said before getting inside your car and starts your engine.

the girl was shocked while heeseung smirked at your attitude. without knowing, you just picked heeseung's interest, and it was the on switch for his yandere era to begin.

check out the chapter 1 here

[021894s]

TANGLED DESIRES- p.sh (COMING SOON)

PAIRING: enemy!sunghoon x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: At a prestigious private school, you and Park Sunghoon are locked in a constant rivalry. During a party at your friend Karina’s, a heated argument between you two escalates into an unexpected, passionate encounter. The next morning, you wake up in his arms, forcing both of you to confront the new, complicated tension between you. As you navigate the fallout and shifting feelings, you start to question if your biggest enemy might actually be something much more.

GENRE: enemies to lovers, rich kids au

WARNINGS: smut (unprotected sex, oral sex) rivalry, hurt feelings, angst

wc: tbd

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[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ﹙ THINK WE KISSED ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park jongseong with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `3377 warnings. lots of cursing! unedited.

JAY VER: mutual hate f2e JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER.

"what the fuck, piggy!" you feel jay's feet against the side of the waist before his voice reaches your ears. kicked out of bed and rolled onto the floor, that's how your mornings with jay start.

"what the hell is this!" he shouts again and when you turn to look at him you find yourself questioning the same,"what the hell is that!" a litter of pretty lipstick marks all over him, collarbones to neck to jaw to face. and keyword: lips.

"you tell me! what the hell does it look like?" if it were some other time you'd have laughed your ass off at the horrified look on his face, but the very familiar shade of color on him, the one you always wear because you're quite literally obsessed with it has you horrified as well at the realization. there's no way you did that, with park jay? no no no.

"don't tell me we-"

"i have my boxers on and you're still in that ugly fucking dress so no we did not," his words are like a shower of relief to you. however to jay, it is also something else. sure he is glad you did not do anything but that dress you have on? it's not ugly, it is everything but ugly. you look so pretty in it, like a doll and he thinks it's probably the reason why he let you kiss him all up.

"you better have something to say because i don't understand how this happened," his hands rub over the marks he can see while you sit on the floor trying to remember last night. you went to a college party, and you met jay there, and having the same group of mutual friends you remember playing drinking games. a shot of tequila when you refused to kiss jay for a dare and that's where your memory fails you.

"i don't remember," you say simply, watching jay get of bed and into the bathroom.

"i don't either so let's just call it truce and forget,"

sighing in resignation, you take a look around the room, going over to the mirror to scan yourself. there under the shadow of your ear you spot something purple, a touch and it hurt. pushing your hair out of the way, you take a closer look at it. pupils dilating upon the realization that it's a hickey. with a mortified look in your eyes, you pull down at the collar of your dress to find more. a litter of it mirroring jay's kiss marks. and when you shift on your legs to inspect the other side of your neck, you feel a sting on the skin of your thighs. no way no way please no. you pray as you lift the skirt of your dress, but it's all in vain for you find bruises on the plush of your thighs, in the shapes of handprints, one on each.

you scream. you scream scream and jay is rushing out with a towel hanging low on his waist,"what! what happened!"

there's no time to feel the heat in your cheeks at sight of his naked figure, you are too traumatized by the possibilities of the events that could have happened between you two to even acknowledge the pounding of your heart on noticing the droplets of water cascading down the valley of his chest.

you show him what you had to see and in comes a scream from him.

"oh my god, fuck off before we find more things!"

"missy piggy is all dressed up," he looked you up once, coming to a halt just a step away from where you sat at the kitchen counter turned bar. he couldn't deny you looked good though, he almost lost his breath when he spotted you across the room. there were some loopholes in this weird relationship you had and he couldn't seem to accept it. he found you attractive and he was disgusted with himself for that. out of all the fishes in the sea it just had to be you. his little weakness, the pretty dress.

you wave your hand at his face,"whatever," jay doesn't like the way you just dismiss him, closing in on you blocking your view of whichever guy you were eyeing. whichever guy was hot enough to have your attention away from him.

"you wanna play some games?" his hand goes over to circle the top of your cup, noticing the orange juice in there.

"what game?"

"truth and dare, all our friends are gathering there to play," he wasn't interested to join earlier, but watching you fixated on some guys is itching him to take you away and get your ass busy.

hours later and he's in a circle, all drunk sitting right across you. 'kiss kiss kiss!" the chants go around with the bottle stopped right between your two. if he'd been sober, he would've left the second someone proposed for a kiss but with his mind all hazy right now, all he can think about is how your lips would feel on his. if the pretty shade on them would taste as sweet as they look.

to say he was disappointed when you chose to drink it out would be an understatement. jay felt no more purpose in the game, leaving as soon as you excused yourself. with your wobbly steps you sway your way to the dance floor, almost falling over yourself before jay has his hands around you, keeping you afloat.

"watch your step, pretty," he whispers into your ear.

"pretty? what happened to piggy?" there is a slight flinch in you when you whisper back, growing conscious of the proximity.

"piggies can be pretty sometimes," his hands move lower to your hips, gripping lightly as the music changes to one of sensual hues. body moving together to the sultry notes.

"we're dancing," turning to face the rather drunk boy, you trace a finger over the exposed skin of his chest. jay's sure you can feel the fast thumping of his heart under your pretty little soft tips but honestly he couldn't care less right now. the alcohol in his brain messing with his feelings. a mushy daze of everything he's ever felt for you, from middle school to college.

"together," you breathe out staring at the plump of his lips and jay feels this weird sparkling thing where his stomach twists and turns but in a good way,"apparently," all these people around, so many attractive faces he could have latched onto yet he can't imagine himself swaying away with anyone else, it just feels wrong for some reason.

"and we hate each other," the reminder is like a fresh breeze across his fuzzy mind, no matter where he looks he can't seem to feel the hatred right now,"mhm," jay reaches out with a delicate touch, watching your dazed eyes in a trance as you scan him, muzzling into his hand when he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear in a faint caress. after that it's a silence between you two, not the one where you usually think of ripping each other's hair off but perhaps one where you're thinking to eating each other's face off. at least that's all jay can think about.

you were drunk and he should have seen it coming. at some point you leave him hanging in the middle of the floor only for him to find you amidst a crowd of screams, letting it all loose on an elevated platform with a pole, right towards the front. twerking your ass off and instead of being embarrassed out of his wits jay rather feels this warm fluffy feeling. a conjured up image of a sober him driving to bars and clubs to pick up a drunk you as you shout 'baby' while running into his arms.

no what the fuck, what am i thinking. he is baffled at his own imagination. enemies to lovers trope is so not his thing. it should never be his thing. right?

"come on you need some fresh air," spotting a few guys eyeing you in the wrong way, jay is quite literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before walking out the house into the backyard.

"i was having so much fun there! why did you bring me out here!" you shout, still feeling the loud music ringing in your ears.

"you were having too much fun, you needed to touch some grass," he tries shushing you, flicking lightly at your forehead.

you ignore him, too tired and used to, to bicker back,"there's a pool here?" the excitement in your voice makes him laugh, y'all have probably been sitting here for five minutes, and you've only noticed the big ass pool now. but well, with the amount of alcohol you both have in your system right now it's a miracle you're still conscious and otherwise a little sane.

"why, you wanna skinny dip?" he knows that's exactly what you would want to do, if you could. he hasn't known you for ten years for just nothing. all those fights and bickerings and make ups, he's sure he knows you more than your friends and more than you know yourself. and he's always followed you whenever you weren't following him. doing everything you did just to get a chance at annoying you.

"can we go in there?" no.

tonight he'd like to stay dry and cozy.

"it's cold, i ain't doing this," he reprimands, squinting his eyes in the distance, a look away from you to tell you he's not having it.

however it's not like you listen anyway, at least not to him.

it's like second nature at this point, running after you. be it to get on your nerves or to secretly protect you,"piggy!" he snaps up at once at the sound of you skipping down the patio. albeit almost slipping and cracking your head open on the way. jay doesn't know if he should be worried more about ending up in the hospital or getting in there with you all wet and close.

he's been in the pool with girls before but he's not been in the pool with you since you were like eleven and friends and not hit by puberty yet, in your ugly loose swim shirts and pants, hair all over in a mess with no idea about romance.

"slow down will you, i can't be bothered to drive you to medics if you break a leg or something," he whines, feeling the water soaking up the clothes against his skin as he carefully walks down the stairs leading into the pool. two steps behind with his hand reaching out to steady you incase you decide to slip again.

"try to catch me!" you yell, putting in all efforts to move as far from him as you could.

"do i look like i need to try?" his hands loop around your wrists in a moment, pulling you against his chest is a low splash. arms going around the waist as he locks eyes with yours. the palm of your hands find refuge on his chest playing with the undone buttons when the hard pounding of his heart reverberates against your skin. you're nervous, he's nervous.

"why do you hate me?" he asks.

"because you do," you answer and jay's confused. what?

"why do you hate me?" you ask him. and as expected,"because you do,"

realizing it's all a big misunderstanding, jay can't help but feel his heart race faster if that is even possible,"i don't really hate you," the pout on your lips falters his gaze, looking down to avoid his breath stopping right there and then. "neither do i," a low whisper, softly adjusting the fallen strap of your dress. he scans you over once, his little weakness, the pretty dress. no, it's you, you always know what to wear have him weak in the knees.

"your lipstick is pretty-" you look so damn pretty he wants to say, brown orbs lingering on the shine radiating off your lips.

you're both drunk, and it's probably the only time he'll be able to say it. i can do it! jay swears.

however before he can even utter a syllable, the slippery gloss of your cherry lipstick slide against his lips. feeling the plush of your lips pressing onto his own, like a step into heaven. eyes open and motionless, taking a hard time to let it sink in while you're there moving your lips, catching his bottom lip between in a gentle bite.

"pi- piggy-" when you pull away for a split second only to jump onto him, his hands immediately grabbing the back of your thighs resting them around him, trembling at the tension he feels to dive right back in to a kiss.

"shut up," you begin leaving a trail of marks starting at his neck—

that's where you scream, pulling jay out of the flashbacks. he sits on his bed, tracing his lips in a trance after you've left. he had no idea how to face you after remembering all that while you still seemed to have no clue. how he knows your lipstick tastes sweet and bitter and how you don't know that he knows that.

he takes out his phone, a faint memory of a picture. searching through his gallery is not even necessary, on the top in a grand glory he finds the photo of you perched on his lap on his bed, head tucked into his neck where one can definitely catch glimpse of your fluttering kisses.

he can't seem to recall about the hickeys on your neck, and how you got to his room. but he's sure he will in a few days. hoping you'd too until then.

for now he'll post this. there's nothing better than getting under your skin. figuratively and literally.

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[yuvany]

#ENHYPEN TROPES⋆

❝Enhypen, and tropes I can imagine them in❞ ot7 . . . fmr . . head cannon + imagines . w.c : ~150/character ꩜ ...not proofread!!...

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 – brother's bestfriend

You never tried to associate yourself with your brother's friends because they seemed like people you wouldn't like to associate yourself with. One day though when you were home alone, the door burst open and the laughter of multiple people disturbed the calmness prior. You groaned to yourself, identifying the voices to be them. You saw them very rarely since they were in a different class, and slightly older than you. With a groan, you zoned out their loud voices. While reading your book, the door to your room opened softly, and you snapped your head in that direction. In your sight stood a tall man with bambi looking eyes scanning you as well. "What are you doing here?" You questioned with an arched eyebrow. "Sorry, was trying to find the bathroom." He replied, and stood there awkwardly. "Just go down two door to the right." You returned to your reading. "You're Y/n, right?" He asked. "I thought you were searching for the bathroom?" You said, not sparing him another glance. "Right." He then shut the door, but you felt slightly content with his presence in some way. Lucky to say that he visited his friend more often, and you got to see him more often too.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 – strangers to lovers

Jay would walk into the café down the street every morning to get his usual order; a cup of coffee and a bagel. Every staff knew him, and he knew them. So when he sees a new employee by the cash register, he tries to get to know you too. You greeted him like you did with every other customer, and he ordered like he always did. Jay walked over to a corner and observed the pretty scenery outside. He looked back up when you arrived. "Thanks ... ?" and that's when you realised he wanted to know your name, and that's when you noticed you lacked a name tag. In later weeks, the tense dome around you broke down, and you guys chatted while you made his usual order, realising he was a regular. "Any plans for after your shift?" He asked. "I'm just gonna lay on the sofa and watch a movie honestly." you chuckled. When you went to collect his plate and cup after he waved farewell, you saw a small slip of paper hidden under the plate. "Call me, please. xxxx - Jay"

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 – golden retriever x black cat

He saw you sitting alone during lunch time, and he invited himself to take a seat in the empty spot next to you. You sneered at him, examining him up and down with an icy glare. In contrast, he had a soft smile. "What are you doing here?" You asked with a cold tone. "You looked lonely." Jake replied, wearing a confused look. "Well, I'm not, so you can go." You dismissed him and returned to the lunch in front of you. "What class are you in?" He asked, not giving up so easily. You replied simply, and bit into your home made lunch while he looked at you from the side, and ultimately returning to his own lunch. You thought he would stop bothering you after, but you were wrong. Jake would follow you around the corridors, and later find out that the two of you had a couple of lessons together. As time went on, you seemed to not mind his company, finding it more pleasant than being alone, realising that you maybe needed someone to fill that lonely side you always showed.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 – friends to lovers

You guys would be in the same friend group, but not the closest, you had your friends, and he had his. When he fist realised he had romantic feelings towards you, he started getting distant, even though something inside fo him yearned to be close to you. That, of course was noticed by both you and the other people around you. The friendgroup had decided to go to the arcade, and while they were there he did his best to not look your way as much as possible, but that was easier said than done. He saw how much you eyed that single teddy bear in a claw machine, and he made it his mission to get it for you. You decided to approach him to ask why he was becoming so distant, but started it off with a normal conversation, "Are you really going to use this machine?" You asked him, your eyes scanning the moles on his face. "Yeah." He scoffed playfully, and you stood beside him, watching him play multiple rounds until he finally caught the teddy. "Take it." He shoved the plush into your arms before walking away with a flushed face as you stood there dumbfoudned, totally forgetting the reason you walked over to him to begin with.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 – admirer from afar

Sunoo is shy, and he only ever watched and admired you from afar. The only times he ever saw you up close was when the two of you walked by each other in the hallways or when going to your assigned seats in the classroom. Even then, you'd smile at him, and he'd smile back, just that he would be a mess on the inside. He never ever spoke to you since he thought of you as someone too unapproachable. One day, when he was talking about you to his friends during break time, "She's just so pretty, and smart, and perfect!" His friends had gotten tired of his hopelessness and suggested that he should send you a love letter on valentine's day. "What, why?" He panicked, the embarrassment showing on his rosy cheeks. In the end, they convinced him to do it. February neared closer, and Sunoo arrived extra early just to slip his note into your locker. He looked at both sides, and then behind him and behind the lockers just to make sure he was alone. When the coast was clear, he carefully pushed the paper under the metal, but heard footsteps around the corner. "What are you doing?" It was you.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 – class president x new student

"hello everyone! I'm y/n, and I'm new. I hope we all ca get along well!" You greeted, standing in front of the class, anxiously playing with the hem of your skirt. "Alright, since she's new, Jungwon, you will show her around the school." The teacher said, and sat down in her chair, nodding towards a boy with big clear eyes who nodded his head back in confirmation. After class, it was a free period, and you quickly walked out of the classroom to explore on your own, since you guessed Jungwon wouldn't show you around at all. "Hey, wait up!" You heard a male voice calling for you, causing you to pause in your tracks and turn around. To your surprise it was that boy from earlier. You waited for him to catch up to you, and when he did, he asked, "Ready for a tour, y/n?" "Sure, why not.", you shrugged, and the two of you walked from one hallway to another. After what seemed to be the end, you decided to ask the question you were wondering about the whole time. "Why did you show me around?" It sounded stupid, that's what you realised right after uttering it. "I'm the class president, so it's kind of my job." He explained, and you sighed, now wondering if he was kind because he had to. "Don't worry though, you seem nice, and I'd like to get to know you more."

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 – enemies to lovers

At first, Riki thought it was all a joke when he saw you sneer at him, and so he returned the gesture, but to you, you just never liked him without knowing why. It continued on like that for most of the year. You two would always bicker and compete during most classes, and he would throw paper planes at the back of your head just because he found your reaction funny, so he continued. You would complain about him to your friends daily, while he would tell his friend how funny you were. "Ugh, I hate him! Why is he so stupid?!" You groaned. "Y/n is so funny! Did you guys see how angry she got during English?" Riki laughed, clearly enjoying the memory. The first half of the year passed, and you were finally on break. The idea was to rest, but an obstacle was made. You and your family had gotten in a pretty rough fight, and you decided to leave the house to get fresh air, but on your walk, Riki spotted you. He immediately saw your tears and held back the rude comments he was about to say. "Hey, are you crying? What happened?" His voice was sincere, and you broke down crying again, telling him everything. "Hmm. Let's go to that café to cheer you up." Riki comforted, rubbing your back. At school, he was kinder as well, as well as hanging out with you more.

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[luvhcarly]

CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?

You go to a car race with your friend and Heesung sees you there, not being happy about it…

PAIRINGS - soft dom!heesung x fem!reader

GENRE - smut, enemies to lovers?

TAGS - smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), fingering, eating out, cum swallowing, lmk if I missed anything!

WC - 3.8k

A/N: Hi! For the first time in my life I decided to post on a tumblr. English is not my first language so if you find any mistakes let me know! I would be so happy to hear your opinions etc… have fun reading! <3

© All rights reserved luvhcarly do not copy, repost, or translate.

Music was playing around, the sound of cars echoed throughout the underground. With a smile on your face, you walked beside your friend to her boyfriend, who was casually leaning his body against his car. His hands were in his pockets and his gaze was directed in front of him. When he noticed how his girlfriend walked up to him, he smiled and bounced off the car, immediately putting an arm around her waist and leaving a tender kiss on her cheek.

"Hey stranger." Your friend joked while you just stared at them stupidly. Gently, you waved your hand in greeting and he just nodded and leaned against the car again.

Only a small soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked at them. Your friend was blushing from ear to ear as he whispered sweet words into her ear.

“I am going to grab some drink.” You announced to both of them and pointed to a small bar where people were constantly hanging around. Slowly, you walked to the bar and ran your hand through your hair. You had a casual look on your face, but the truth was that you were quite bored. Every time you inhaled, the only thing you could smell were the fumes from the cars and the only thing that could be heard was the engine of the cars and the loud noise of people who were enjoying themselves.

Everywhere you looked there were people leaning against their cars, laughing or even people betting money on who would win the race. When the bartender brought you an iced drink, you sighed and closed your eyes for a moment. You held the drink tightly in your hand and sipped from it, your eyes constantly darting around.

Suddenly, your eyes caught sight of someone you didn't really want to see. He had a smirk at shapes that you wanted to scrape off every time. His smirk was different from the other’s people smirk... It was mocking. As if he was mocking others directly. Without interest, he leaned his body against his black car. His hair was quite messy, not as smooth as usual. He had an earring on one ear, but not too prominent, a cigarette in his hand, which he gently placed between his full lips and took a drag.

With your eyes you followed his every move. You watched as his chest heaved when he laughed at something his friend said. When you realized that you were looking too long, you averted your eyes back and drink your drink.

The sound of the cars increased as they slowly began to prepare for the race. When you finished your drink, you placed it on the bar and directed your steps towards your friend.

He, who was still leaning against his car, noticed a familiar figure. He immediately furrowed his brows when he finally realized who it was. He watched with his eyes how you walked without interest, as if you didn't even know where you were and what were you doing here.

"Hold on." He stopped his friend with his hand, who was explaining something to him and quickly walked up to you, pulling you by your hand, which stopped you in your steps.

"The fuck are you doing here." He looked around with a distasteful expression. Cigarettes could be smelled from his breath, but that smell was also combined with his spicy expensive scent. You just smiled at him and looked down at your hand and how he was gripping it tightly. His cold rings on his fingers pressed against your skin, but you said nothing. You remained silent and just stared at him.

He redirected his eyes to you and stared dangerously at you, waiting for an answer, His jaw clenched and his eyebrows still furrowed.

"I came to enjoy the race, Heesung." You said in a mocking voice and he just scoffed, not believer you.

"Don't make any trouble." His grip was still firm, so much that you had the feeling that he would leave a small bruise if he continued to hold you so tightly. He leaned closer to you, his breath tickling your ear as he was close to you. Your breath stopped for a moment and your heart started beating faster, as his lips almost touched your ear. "Or I will drag you out of here myself." He whispered, as soon as he leaned closer to you, you could feel his perfume even better than before. Heesung noticed how you stopped breathing for a moment and he smirked at that.

"Afraid I will tell the police?" Provocatively, you asked him and he pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. Something broke in his eyes then. There was something darker that you had never seen before.

"Oh, try it, sweetheart. I will make your life living hell." He grinned as usual and you wallowed, slightly opening your mouth as you wanted to say something to him, but unfortunately you didn't have time.

"Everyone, get in your places." The man shouted loudly and he immediately let go of you hand, but his eyes were still fixed on you.

“Enjoy the show.” With a smirk on his face, he walked to his car and took off his leather jacket, leaving him with a white shirt. He got into his car confidently and enjoyed it as the people around him shouted and cheered him on.

"Asshole." You rolled your eyes at his stupid and egotistical behavior and redirected your gaze to your wrist, where he was holding it tightly before. Your wrist was slightly red, slowly you ran your fingers over it and sighed.

"Are you okay?" Your friend asked you as you leaned against the car annoyed.

"Yeah, just-" Annoyed, you ran your hand through your hair and then looked back at his car and how he was sitting there, grinning.

"Heesung will probably win." The friend’s boyfriend interrupted you and pointed his finger at Heesung’s car and how the car arrived at the starting line.

"He always wins." Your friend announced in annoyance, while you were too lost in your own thoughts.

The sound of the cars was again too loud as they started preparing for the starting line. A woman with flags came to the center and they started to count out loud. Everyone was full of adrenaline and couldn't wait.

“3…2…1! GO!” The woman raised the green flags in the air and the race started immediately at that moment. People around cheered and shouted. Adrenaline surged in their blood as the tension grew. Heesung was first, his opponents couldn't catch up. Everyone already knew that Heesung would be the first to cross the finish line. And so it was. Heesung was the first to cross the finish line. He got out of the car right away and his appearance had the look that was saying everything.

Everyone ran after his car and started shouting his name loudly. While he was just enjoying it. He was enjoying the attention he was getting. It gave him something that he himself could not even describe.

You just rolled your eyes at him as Hesung scanned the crowd of people looking for you. He didn't even really know why he wanted to see your expression so much. Probably because he wanted to see your disgusted and angry expression at his win.

When his eyes found you, talking to your friend and paid no attention to him, he scanned you from top to bottom and bit his bottom lip. Why don’t you pay any attention to him? Why aren’t you angry and why do you look like that you don’t care at all?

These questions ran through his mind as he stared at you with his eyes. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were darker at some weird point as he had his eyes fixed on you, watching how you laughed softly at something that your friend said.

"Hey man you good?" His friend interrupted him from his observation. He shifted his gaze to his friend and nervously ran a hand through his hair. "I am fine." He blurted out and put on his leather jacket. "Let's drink." Heesung announced with his usual grin and the others shouted out loud in excitement.

-

As the night went on, everywhere you looked, people were drinking, smoking and kissing in cars and fucking wherever they could at the moment. And you were no different, holding a bottle of vodka in your hand and dancing together with your friend. Your let yourself be carried away by the rhythm of the music and slowly swayed your hips up and down, enjoying the moment.

Heesung watched this whole thing from a distance, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were on you all evening. He watched how your perfect hips moved to the rhythm of the music and how your hair perfectly flowed when you danced. His thoughts got in the way where they probably shouldn't have, but there was always something about you that attracted him extremely. And he didn't say it. He hated how sometimes his eyes slid to your lips and how he wished he could taste them. But he never admitted it.

He hated like how you always knew what to say to him, how to always shut him up. Sometimes he had a tendency to silence you…

A boy's arm suddenly wrapped around your waist and you grinned. It didn't bother you. It was probably because you already had more alcohol in you than you should have.

"You're so beautiful." A voice you didn't recognize spoke into your ear, his lips brushing against your ear and you grinned with a sigh. His hands traveled all over your body and you turned around and pressed yourself closer to him, your lips almost touching.

At that moment something snapped in Heesung and he quickly drank the glass of whiskey and put the glass down on the bar. He pushed through a huge crowd of people towards you and put his hands at fist and thrust it right into the guy’s nose.

"What the hell dude?" The boy was immediately thrown backwards to the ground, putting his hand to his nose as he kept looking at Heesung, who still had both hands clenched.

"What the fuck, Heesung?" You blurted out at him and went to bend down to the guy who was holding his nose, but Heesung grabbed you by the waist and started pulling you out, away from people.

“You just broke the guys nose!” You screamed at him incomprehensibly while he dragged you to his car, where no one was.

"You are drunk." He told you as he leaned your body against the hood of his car, his hand still firmly holding yours. His cold rings again touching your skin and you shook your head at his words and sighed with laughter. There was alcohol on your breath and Heesung clenched his jaw slightly.

"You are an asshole, you know that?" You raised your eyebrows as you let it out, pulling your hand away from him, but he just put his hands on the hood of the car, caging you between his car and his body. His body was so close that for a small moment your breath stopped. His eyes drifted to your lips and you swallowed loudly, he leaned closer to your ear and his lips gently touched your ear causing your to open your mouth slightly.

"Can we already stop the tension?" He asked you, his hot breath glazing your ear and you swallowed again and closed your eyes for a small moment. There was always an unknown tension between you two, which you strongly suppressed. You didn't want to give in to him, you really didn't. But the desire was stronger than your mind. He pulled away from your ear and observed every part of your shape with his eyes. The way you blinked and looked at him nervously, the way you bit your lip trying to control your irregular breathing.

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” You suppressed your thoughts and sighed nervously, at which he only grinned.

"Oh, I know you do. Don't act dumb.” For a moment, he looked at how your chest was rising quickly and how your eyes were nervously scanning his features.

"I really don't." You repeated it to him and he leaned closer to you, your lips almost touching. "Then why are you breathing so heavily?" There was desire and something dark in his eyes, which attracted you even more. For the first time in you life, you did not know how to answer him, you just watched him with your eyes silently.

"Fuck it." At that moment he pressed his lips to yours and his hands on your waist tightened. He kissed your lips hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of you. At first you were surprised that he really kissed you, but then you started kissing him back. "Tell me." He broke the kiss and began to speak. "Tell me to stop." He wanted to stop, but fuck the way you looked at him? His breathing was irregular and too heavy. You began to think for a moment, but then you grabbed his cheeks and pressed your lips to his. Even though you were drunk, you wanted it. You wanted him.

The kisses were wet and dominant. His hands traveled slowly from your waist to your exposed thighs, which he immediately squeezed and you opened her mouth. He used this moment to stick his tongue into your mouth and began to explore it. Your tongues danced around each other and the tension between you two grew more and more.

Heesung pulled away from you for a moment but then pressed his lips to your jaw as he slowly made his way down. He trailed gentle wet kisses, but stopped at your neck. First he licked one spot with his tongue, but then he started sucking on it and you buried your hands in his dark hair. Heesung marked you and then he pulled away from and took a good look at you. Your cheeks flushed, eyes hooded.

He pressed his lips to yours again and slid one hand under your skirt. He ran his index finger over your panties and you let out a sigh of pleasure. He could feel how wet you were between your legs, even though you were wearing panties. His touch was gentle and so addictive that you needed more and he could see it in your eyes. The way you looked at him made him even more horny than he was right now. He put the panties to the side and ran his index finger over your sensitive area again. He didn't break eye contact with you and he enjoyed it as you breathed heavily and how a shiver came down your spine.

He thrusted one finger into you and you let out a moan at which he grinned possessively. He liked how you reacted to him. To his touch. To his finger. He curled his one finger inside you and he enjoyed how you squirmed at that. His thumb found your clit, circling around teasingly as another finger joined the first.

“Feels good, sweetheart?” He asked as he pressed his thumb on your clitoris and fucking her with his fingers. “Y-yes.” You admitted between moans and he watched his two fingers disappearing into you. He then shifted his gaze to your chest and he watched it rose and fell rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut tightly. He could feel your inner walls tightening around his fingers. So he added another one, stretching you, making you take them deeper. He watched your mouth open slightly, silent moans trying to escape, his thumb rubbing your clit faster. When he felt you being close, he suddenly pulled out, your eyes shut open immediately. With his hand he pushed your skirt higher and he threw your panties away. Slowly, he kneeled before you, keeping an eye contact on as you raised your eyebrows at him, not understanding what he was doing.

“What are you doing?” You asked out of breath. “I want to taste you.” He informed as he began to leave wet kisses on your inner thighs. You leaned on the hood of the car more to have better body stability. Loudly, you swallowed at his words as he began to gradually leave kisses near your sensitive area. When you felt his hot breath, you sighed loudly, but kept looking at him and so did he.

Suddenly he starts to suck on your clit heavily. He licked and sucked with abandon, his tongue penetrating your entrance before moving back up to your clit. He hummed against you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Heesung-" His name rolled over your tongue so gently and he moaned again at your entrance, your hands digging into his hair as you held his head better against your pussy. You tried to control your moans, but it was too hard for you, his hand spreading your legs wider, feasting on your pussy like a starving man. He licked up one side of your slit and down the other, spreading your lips with his thumbs. He found your entrance again, pushing his tongue inside.

“Please-“ You started to beg for more and he moaned against your core which sent vibrations through your body. He pushed his tongue deep inside again and again, his nose bumping against your clit. Wanting more, you again pressed his face against your pussy, his tongue buried inside you as he ate you out. He could feel your legs trembling and he knew you were close.

Heesung hummed as he felt your pussy clenching, your climax washing over you. He lapped up your release hungrily, not wasting a single drop. For the last time he gave your sensitive clit one last gentle lick before pulling back, a smug smile on his face. Hungrily you pressed your lips on his and he let you taste yourself on his tongue.

“I want you.” You breathed heavily and you looked into his eyes, searching for something. “You sure?” His voice was gentle suddenly, not wanting to press on you too much. At first you swallowed but then you shook your head in agreement.

“Sit up.” Heesung ordered you to sit on the hood of the car and you obeyed. Your cheeks were red as you tried to control your breathing. Slowly, Heesung started to unbuckle his belt, his manspread hurting from how hard he is. You watched him how he pulled his jeans down along with his boxers. When your eyes met his red tip with precum you swallowed loudly.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” With his eyes he scanned you and took a good look at you. Your eyes were widened slightly as you observered him with hunger.

“No.” With a quiet confidence you replied to him and he let out a small chuckle as he pumped his dick a few times. Then he slowly positioned himself between your legs and you let out a small moan as his dick pressed against your core. “Spread your legs, come on.” He leaned closer to your ear, sending shiver down your spine. And so you did, you spread your legs to him, obeying him again.

Slowly he slided his dick into you, stretching you out. “Fuck.” He let out as he felt your tight walls around his dick. At first he let you adjust to his length, then he started to thrust into you more faster. His thrusts were deep, his pelvis grinding against your clit with each movement.

“Would you let that guy fuck you like this huh?” Out of nowhere a jealousy hit him when he remembered the guys hands all over you, slamming more hard against you and watching you moan loudly. “No.” With a quiet voice you replied, he leaned closer to your lips, brushing against them softly. “Didn’t hear you. Say it louder, sweetheart.”

Heesung whispered into your mouth , slamming into you with renewed vigor, his pelvis crashing against yours. He gripped your thighs tightly, pushing them back to alter the angle, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. “No! Fuck.” He smirked at the answer, being satisfied. “That’s what I thought.” He speeded up again and your moans spurned him on, making him lose control.

“I hate you.” Your chest is rising up and down heavily as you tried not to be loud. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t stop thinking about you.” You swallowed as he admitted the truth, resting his head against yours, keeping an eye contact with you. His dick still slumming hard, hitting that spot with each snap of his hips. Your moans were louder now, your body tensing. He knew you were close again. With his hands he squeezed your thighs again, enjoying every bit of it.

“You’re close, sweetheart?” He asked with low voice, lips brushing against yours again. You shook your head in agreement not being able to reply.

“Aw, come on you are better than that.” With a pitiful voice he teased, wanting a proper answer. “Yes, fuck please.” He spreaded your legs wider, going even deeper.

“There you go. Good girl.” He praised, his voice strained. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough, demanding kiss as he continued to fuck you senselessly. He swallowed your moans, his tongue dancing with yours as he could feel himself getting close too, his balls tightening.

Heesung felt your body tensing, your walls clamping down on him like a vice. He groaned loudly, his movements becoming jerky as he lost control. But he didn’t stop, he kept thrusting into you, chasing his high.

“Heesung! Too much.” You let out a little cry and he shut you up with a kiss. “I know, fuck just-“ He groaned as he slumped into you for the last time and when he felt that he was cumming, he putted his dick outside, cumming on his jacket.

Both of you stared each other out of breath, thinking about what just happened. Quickly, you pulled your skirt down and jumped down of the hood of his car, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He pulled his jeans up and he saw how nervous you were, looking like you were regretting it. He caught you by your wrist pulling you closer, making you look at his worried face.

“Hey…” He whispered in a low voice catching you off guard. “I hope you don’t regret it.” He paused for a little as you bit your bottom lip nervously, letting out a big sigh.

“Because I don’t.”

[enhastars]

NO STRINGS ATTACHED .ᐟ

(𝜗𝜚˚⋆) — no strings attached | s.jaeyun smau

SYNOPSIS: when pre-med stem major jake got assigned with sorority girl y/n for a group project, he considered dropping out of college. they absolutely despise each other's lifestyles, but with grad school just around the corner, the desperation slowly started to kick in. will they be able to swallow their prides and work together in harmony, or end up sabotaging each other instead?

FEATURING — sim jaeyun x reader

GENRES: comedy, social medialau, romance, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, non idollau

WARNINGS: kys/kms jokes, swearing/vulgar language, angst, jake and y/n are both insufferable, mentions of death and suicide, mild nsfw jokes

TAGLIST: send an ask to be a part of the taglist!

started: O1/O6/25

a/n: omg my first jake smau… about time!! this is kind of me projecting onto jake as i am also a pre med bio major.. and they’re all (slightly) insane however! he will find love yayyy

this is not a reflection of enhypen and their characters, this is fiction and merely for fun. also sorry to any sorority girls i offend i love u guys 🙏 i just thought this trope would be funny

profiles 1 | profiles 2

O1: the beatbox mystery

O2: jungwon's villain arc

O3: he's a bit.. delusional

O4: freakhoon??

O5: alcoholism 💜

O6: liar liar pants on fire

O7: jake's crashout arc

O8: yikyak admin exposed

O9: a potential pledge?

10: grown ass man btw

11:

& more to come!

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[yeonzzzn]

👾he fell harder: yang jungwon

pairing: jungwon x afab!reader word count: 5.7k

synopsis: jungwon and you have always been competitors from children to adulthood, mostly when it came to gaming. so when the gaming club you both are apart of joins a competition, the two of you are put on the same team…

genre: gamer!won, gamer!reader, enemies to lovers

warnings: stupidly cute wonnie, swearing, gaming fun, a lot fluffly towards the end ♡

“Okay everyone, come collect your room keys and head to your respective rooms until you are called back down for practice. We will select your team members then.” Heeseung, your game club manager, yelled at the top of his lungs while standing on the hotel's lobby chair. 

The professor in charge of this little miniature work/college/vacation clapped his hands twice to signal everyone to line up for their room keys. 

“Hopefully I get a room with a balcony!” you rolled your eyes and sighed at the annoying voice in your ear. 

You slightly turned to look at Jungwon, a smile spread wide on his face. 

He wasn’t even speaking to you, but the fact he had to stand RIGHT NEXT to you when there’s a whole lobby full of other college students in your club he could be standing by. 

You finally received your room key from Heeseung, and Jungwon got his right after. 

“Y/N! What room do you have?” he cutely asks, trying to peak over your shoulder at the room number on the paper. 

You scrunch your nose at him as you turn the paper away from him, “None of your business Yang Jungwon!” You retort, shoving your room key and paper into your jacket pocket. 

Jungwon mimics your facial expression adding in his nasty side eye.

Heeseung calls everyone to head to their rooms, and to your dislike, Jungwon was right behind you as you got into the elevator. 

“Oh? Going up?” he teased, as the other students filled in behind him. 

You ignored him, watching as another student pressed the fourth-floor button. Silently blessing that kid for doing so that is why Jungwon couldn’t see which floor you were on. Because god, if he knew what floor you were on…the ways he would annoy you. 

Your heart raced faster at each stop and not seeing Jungwon get off the elevator. 

Maybe he was a few floors up?  

Finally, the fourth floor was reached, you quickly stepped out, not realizing Jungwon was right behind you. 

Jungwon couldn’t help but smile, his hands sliding down into his jeans pockets as his eyes searched for his room number, stopping at his door and seeing you stop at yours. 

“No way,” he laughed, making you jump, “Neighbors again for the week!” 

You slowly glared at him, making a mental note to unplug your hotel room phone the minute you got inside. 

Quickly slapping the room key to the door and hearing it unlock, you rush yourself inside, locking the door and the hard bolt lock for safekeeping. 

Dropping your backpack and suitcase to the floor, you fell onto the bed, your face going into the sheets as your favorite baseball hat fell from your head. 

The vibrations of your phone pulled you out of your almost nap, your hand reaching into your pocket and pulling the device out. 

It was a text from your best friend.

You didn’t even have to explain yourself to her, just your smiley face alone was enough for her to place the puzzle pieces together.

Locking your phone and dropping it by your face and rolling onto your back as you stare up at the ceiling. 

It wasn’t always like this with Jungwon, being enemies. You actually have known him your entire life. 

You grew up in the same neighborhood, his house being directly across the street from yours. Your parents became friends quickly after they moved into the house across from yours. Your mothers both ended up becoming pregnant around the same time just added to the friendship your families have. What was icing on the cake was you being born a week after Jungwon. 

Your mothers always arranged play dates and was not only an excuse for the two of you to grow up as best friends, but a way for them to spend time together. Same with your dads. 

The amount of cookouts the families would throw together. You couldn’t even count on your hands and feet with how many times you’ve seen the Yang’s backyard. 

It wasn’t just the play dates, your parents made sure you and Jungwon attended the same daycare after they returned to work and even enrolled you both at the same preschool. Your parents would even have the two of you take bubble baths together as infants, and they have pictures to prove it. 

Your family was always at their house or them at yours. Heck, even Jungwon’s older sister was tired of seeing you around so often. Not like you could have helped it. 

Your friendship with Jungwon slowly started to change once you got into elementary school when the fight to be top of the class with good grades was introduced. 

Jungwon and you have always been competitive, even before elementary school. With toys, drawing, board games with the family, and even the stupid little games toddlers play like seeing who can run faster or drink their orange juice faster and not get sick. 

Just the competitiveness got worse once grades got involved, and it didn’t stop there. Family nights with board games got worse. Rushing to see who can finish their homework first and get the least amount of questions wrong. Fighting to be at the top of the class. Sports. Band. Taekwondo. You name it, you both probably got competitive over it. Even getting into the same middle and high school was a competition. 

It drove your friendship apart halfway through elementary school, and you’ve been enemies since. 

But the god giving fate your families have for the two of you to finally makeup, you both were accepted into the same college. You groaned after finding out from your mother that he was also accepted. But once you moved into the dorms, you were happy to find out his dorm was on the opposite side of the campus. Plus both your majors were two separate things, so seeing him was slim. 

But your happiness soon faded after you walked into the video game club and saw his shit-eating grin staring back at you with his Nintendo Switch in his hands as a pokémon battle song played through its speakers. 

Honestly, you should have known he would also join the gaming club. You both grew up as gamers after all. If there wasn’t a board game or a handheld console in your hands, it was the PlayStation or the gaming laptop or PC. 

You didn’t realize how much time had passed when a knock came to your door. 

“Y/N,” it was Jungwon, “Heeseung just texted me, we are meeting downstairs in ten,” you rolled your eyes, forgetting how close Heeseung and Jungwon were, “Just wanted to let you know because I am heading down first.” 

You quickly jumped from the bed, pulling your hat back on your head and your phone into your pocket, double-checking that you had the room key, and busted out the door. 

You looked down both sides of the hallway, seeing Jungwon’s grin as the elevator door closed. 

“Shit!” you scoffed, eyes then catching the door to the stairs. 

You quickly ran down them, thanking whatever God gave you your athletic ability as you finally reached the lobby floor, hands pushing the metal on the door open, rushing through, and seeing Jungwon step out of the elevator at the same time. 

He made eye contact with you for a split second before the both of you made a full sprint to the middle of the lobby where Heeseung was standing. 

“Woah woah woah!!!” Heeseung yelled, holding both hands up to save himself in case you both knocked him down. 

Heeseung held his hand to his heart once the two of you made a complete stop. 

“Can you two let go of this never-ending fight?” Heeseung took a deep breath, standing back up straighter. Eyes looking between the two of you. 

You squinted your eyes at Jungwon as he gave back the same look. 

“Or not,” Heeseung sighed, dropping himself into the nearest seat, “At least sit-down or something.” 

One by one the rest of the students piled into the lobby, Yunjin linking her arm with yours. 

“Okay, everyone!” Heeseung yelled, standing back on the same chair as earlier, “We will put you guys into teams now!” 

“Can I be on your team, Heeseung Hyung?!” one of the male students yelled from the back, causing the crowd to laugh. 

Heeseung smirked and ran a hand through his hair, “It’s because I’m the best gamer right?” A couple of female students cooed out an “ahhh” as his reaction. You had to admit, Heeseung was a very good-looking man and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on him. He was indeed the best gamer in the club, hinting at the reason he’s the manager in the first place. 

“I am just kidding, you guys are all the best which is why you’ve made it this far in this competition.” Heeseung gave another smirk as he looked around at the students. 

You couldn’t help but smile up at him. But your smile didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon. 

His eyes stared at you from across the crowd of his club members, watching as you made heart eyes at his best friend while he was standing right beside him. 

“Hyung,” Jungwon said, catching Heeseung’s attention. 

“Right!” Heeseung continued, “Unfortunately, everyone has already been put into teams, and we have enough people to be put into ten teams of two. Once your team is called, please meet up with each other and discuss your plan for this week's competition.” 

“Hopefully we are a team! We always fuck shit up as a team!” Yunjin whispered. You nodded, praying to be paired with her. The two of you always kill it at video games together. You’re so happy that she was not only your roommate, but also a fellow club member after you met. 

A clipboard was handed to him and started to read off the names of each team. 

Yunjin unfortunately wasn’t paired with you and was put on a team with the male student who asked to be with Heeseung. 

Finally, your name was called…

“Y/N and Jungwon.” 

Your jaw clenched as your eyes found Jungwon’s. You expected him to have his normal shit-eating grin, only to see he was staring back at you, a completely blank face. No expression whatsoever. 

The rest of the teams were called and placed into their teams. 

“Okay!” Heeseung clapped his hand against the clipboard, “Get into your team and raise your hand if you have any questions!” 

Your hand flew into the air, standing on your tippy toes to make sure you were seen. 

“Yes, Y/N?” Heeseung nervously asked, already knowing what the issue was. 

“Can I switch teams?” 

“Ahhh…” Heeseung glanced down at Jungwon who was mid-rolling his eyes at you. Jungwon felt his eyes on him, slowly glancing at his hyung, “Unfortunately the teams were randomly picked, and cannot be changed. It’s the competition rules, I’m sorry.” 

You dropped your hand to your side, feeling defeated but also understanding. 

This competition wasn’t meant to be fair. The whole point was being paired up with different people and going against other students from other colleges was it to be a challenge. 

Heeseung slowly climbed down from the chair, making his way towards his partner. 

Jungwon slowly walked up to you, his shit-eating grin finally making an appearance, “Hi teammate.”

“Fuck off, Won.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you started to walk away from him. 

“That’s not very nice,” Jungwon smirked as he kept up with your pace, “We are teammates, gotta play nice.” 

You stopped in front of the elevator, finger pressing the up button, “Jungwon, I’ve spent my whole life with you, can I please have some space?” 

Jungwon glanced up as if he were thinking about it, “No.” 

The doors opened and you stepped in, Jungwon right on your heels. 

“Besides,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the time, “We find out what the first game is tomorrow, want to practice?”

“No thanks, Yunjin and I are going to play Overwatch tonight,” you said without hesitation, leaving Jungwon wide-eyed as you stepped out of the elevator onto your floor, “Besides,” you mocked him, “We will start practicing tomorrow.” 

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You sat in the corner of the gaming cafe that was rented out for your club for the whole week. 

You twisted around in the chair, eyes landing on Jungwon as he dropped into the chair beside you, his arms filled with snacks. 

“You still like orange soda and candy right?” He set the soda and oranges flavored bag of candy in front of you.

The ache you felt in your heart while looking at the soda and candy made you a little bit sad. 

Did he remember? After all these years he still never forgot your favorite snacks from when you were children?

You looked up at him as he opened his can of orange soda, “What? I know you’re staring at me.”

“You remembered?” 

Jungwon looks at you, giving a small nod, “I never forgot.” 

You glanced back down at your snacks, hands finally reaching to open the candy bag. 

A smirk danced on Jungwon’s face as he took a sip of his soda and let out a small chuckle. 

The soft feeling you just felt went away instantly, reminding you that Jungwon was no longer your friend but indeed your enemy. 

“You annoy me so much, Yang Jungwon.” 

His chuckle only continued, “What? You act like we never used to take bubble baths together as infants or something.” 

“Shut up,” you snapped, pulling your baseball hat down to cover your eyes, “Just eat your snacks.” 

Finally, once everyone was seated with their teammate, the official announcer of the competition came by and announced the first game round was League of Legends. 

“The way this competition will work is we will have multiple rounds of each game, whichever team hits the first ten slots with their wins using the bracket method, will move on to the next round. Each practice day for the games will be two days.” The announcer explained the rules, and once everyone understood, he left to go to another school's cafe. 

Jungwon cracked his fingers and his neck, stretching out his arms and pulling himself closer to the table, “LOL is way too easy, we’ll make it to the next round for sure.” 

You nodded, also doing small stretches before moving yourself closer. 

Jungwon and you have always been smart with strategy, attack, and defense games. Mostly since the two of you have had to use these three things with your self-competition. 

The first practice day went in a flash. You rubbed your eyes and you dragged your feet to your room, unlocking the door and trailing in. 

You wanted nothing but to shower, order food, and then go to bed. But being a gamer, and having friends who are gamers, wouldn’t let that happen so easily. 

With a quick shower and food on the way, you sat at the desk with your gaming laptop open, joining your friends' discord call. 

“Y/NINNEEE!!” Huening Kai sang through the mic as he saw your username pop into the call. 

“Hello hello~” You sang back, “Hope you aren’t missing me too much in Bio.”

Kai scoffed, “As if, the class is a lot quieter now.” 

“So was this call before Y/N joined,” Beomgyu teased, but then a soft sigh left his lips when Yunjin’s username joined the call. 

“Wow, can’t believe you’re on a call without me!?!” she gasped. 

“Oh gross, who invited you in here?!” Beomgyu groaned, his side eye being felt through the mic. 

“It’s an open voice chat, asshole, plus I am ALWAYS invited in here!” she spat back. 

You giggle at your best friend's banter, making you miss being back on campus. 

You decided to open up League of Legends, better to get more practice in before the first round. 

“Ugh! League?!” Beomgyu said disgustedly, “Why!?” 

You roll your eyes, “Because it’s the first game we are playing for the competition Gyu.” 

“Y/N, lemme in so I can practice too.” Yunjin hummed, “And anyways, you act like you were even invited to play?”

Beomgyu chuckled, “Don’t we always play games together? Isn’t that the point of being in a call?”

“Hyung, we are literally playing phasmophobia right now. Kai sassed, “We need ONE MORE piece of evidence to find the ghost.” 

“But I am scaredddddd” Gyu pouted. 

You once again found yourself laughing at your friends, only for your smile to fade when you see Jungwon’s username pop up on the left side of your discord showing you had a message from him. 

You opened it seeing it was just him asking for an invite to the league match, which you ignored. You already practiced enough with him today and will all day tomorrow as well. He can deal with it. 

Jungwon slouched down in his chair, staring at the discord message he sent you, debating if he should send you a call instead, but stopped at the sound of your laughing and hearing Huening Kai’s name come from your mouth. 

Jungwon sighed, you were clearly with your friends. 

—

The second day of practice also flew by quickly, the first competition day being finally here. 

The competition was being held at a small center, just big enough for the gaming clubs and the officials. 

Your team was placed in the third round of brackets, so there was plenty of time to get your nerves under control. 

You sat in the bleachers, watching the current game on the massive screen in the middle of the room that was filled with each player's screen. 

“There you are,” Jungwon said, flicking his index finger to your hat and sitting beside you, “You ready?” 

You shrugged, “We practiced enough, I was confident until watching the way some of the teams from other schools play.” 

Jungwon nodded, “Yeah they are good, but we are better.” 

You looked at him, his eyes slowly finding their way to yours as well, “You’re competitive through and through aren’t you?” 

He smiled so wide his cute dimples you loved so much as kids made their appearance, his ego also coming through, “Well yeah, of course! I am literally the best gamer in our club.”

You rolled your eyes, dropping your chin into your hands, “I can’t stand you.” 

“I hear that often.” He teased, reaching up and taking your hat off your head.

“Hey! Give it back!” 

“Since when did you start wearing hats?” Jungwon asked, placing the hat on his head, “How do I look?” 

“It brings me luck! Now give it!” 

You snatched it from him, placing it back on your head. 

“Damn,” he hissed, “Didn’t bring you enough luck since you got stuck with me as your teammate.” 

Jungwon stretched his legs out and leaned back on his hands, releasing a sigh and shaking his head. 

All you could do was stare at him, you struck a nerve with him. 

The final round ended, calling for the next bracket of players to make their way to the gaming area. 

“Come on,” Jungwon stood up, sliding his hands in his pockets, “Let’s kick some ass so we can go back to the hotel.” 

You studied him and his body language, this wasn’t like the normal Jungwon you knew. 

He sat quietly in his chair as he placed his headphones over his ears and set his mic up properly to his liking. 

You tried to focus on the monitor before you, but the tension was high between you and your teammate. You already knew being on the same team as him was going to be hard, you just didn’t expect this. 

The announcer started the game, and your focus narrowed in. 

Jungwon’s whole demeanor changed right back into the competitive boy you knew the moment the game started. 

Before you knew it, you and Jungwon were being crowned as the victors of the first day, moving on to the next round. 

—

The gaming cafe went larger as the teams from your school who didn’t make it past the first round were sent home. 

The second round was Overwatch, which sent you and Yunjin looking at each other from across the cafe from the excitement. 

Since Overwatch is a six-player team, two other teams will be put together for this round. 

The first and second day of practice came and went. Your confidence boosts knowing this next round will be a piece of cake. 

You jumped onto your gaming PC, loading up overwatch and fixing to send Yunjin an invite when your phone vibrates, receiving a call from Jungwon. You ignored the call, hovering over Yunjin’s discord username when a string of texts spams your phone.

Jungwon made his way inside your hotel room, pushing his chair with his laptop and snacks in it. 

“We can’t be up too late you know,” you raised a brow at him, “We have to be at the center early.” 

Jungwon shrugged, setting up his laptop beside yours, “We can play for about an hour or so.” 

Jungwon watched as you sat down beside him, pulling your headset over your ears. 

His heart raced to see you in your cute pink sweatpants and black hoodie, your hair pulled back into a messy bun. 

His palms got clammy from the sudden nervousness that washed over him. He’s known you since birth and sees you as a good rival, why is he so nervous over you right now?

Maybe it’s because all Jungwon wants to do is confess everything he’s been hiding all these years. 

That he hopes being on this team with you can rekindle what was broken and win you back, but so far it hasn’t worked. 

He opens his mouth to say something, just to close it just as quickly, and sets his eyes on his laptop screen. 

As the overwatch game went on, the more friendly the both of you became with each other. With small jokes and Jungwon reaching over to press random keys on your laptop just for you to swing his hand out the way as you laugh. 

God, it made his heart race even more. To finally feel like things were back in place. 

You had to admit you enjoyed this moment. It felt like you actually had your childhood best friend back. 

But how long would this moment actually last? Until you got back on campus for the rivalry just to start again?

You cleared your throat, snapping Jungwon’s attention to you, “It’s late, I think you should leave.” 

Jungwon’s smile faded, nodding softly as he gathered his things, leaving you alone in the room. 

—

Your overwatch team left the gaming area cheering. You’ve made it to the final round. 

Yunjin’s and even Heeseung’s teams were knocked out early on in the day. Which made you sad to see your best friend go. 

Heeseung was stuck there since You and Jungwon were the only team left from your club still in the game, which surprised you that Heeseung was knocked out. He was the best gamer you knew. 

The final contestants that remained, pulled you against your will to a bar to party. 

Both you and Jungwon weren’t social butterflies, but Jungwon was able to blend in with the other students perfectly fine. 

You, on the other hand, were slowly inching your way closer to the front entrance, making your sweet escape. 

Tucking your hands into your jacket pockets, you slowly made your walk back to the hotel, thinking you finally got some peace until you heard the scuffling of shoes running after you. 

“Y/N!!” 

You rolled your eyes, you just can’t get away from him, can you?

“What, Jungwon?” you sigh, walking a bit faster. 

“Where are you going? I noticed you were gone.” 

“Back to the hotel, obviously. Please go away.” 

Jungwon could sense something was…off. 

“Hey,” his voice filled with concern as he wrapped his hand around your forearm, “Y/N what’s wrong?” 

You shook your arm from his grip, staring daggers at him. 

Jungwon dropped his arms at his side, raising his eyebrows at you, “What? Why are you angry with me now?”

You groaned, “Because! You won’t leave me alone!” 

Jungwon scoffed, “Maybe I want to spend time with you? With my teammate? Is that so bad? We literally kicked ass today, yet you’re upset with me?” 

“Yes! You’ve been acting more friendly than normal with me lately! Not your usual teasing me and showing off like you’d always do!” 

Jungwon narrowed his brows at you, very much confused, “You hate me when we are rivals, and now you hate me for trying to be friends with you? Pick a fucking struggle Y/N.” he shoved his hands into his jean jacket pockets, twisting the hand warmers with his fingers as a distraction. 

You laughed, “Why are you even trying to be friends with me anyway?! Everything is just going to go back to normal once we step foot back on campus! So why?! All you have done is suffocate me since we’ve been here!” you took a deep breath, rubbing your fingertips at your temples, “I was so looking forward to having a somewhat relaxing time here with Yunjin as my teammate and us as normal rivals but good lord my luck has actually been shitty like you stated the other day.” 

Jungwon licked his bottom lip as he stared down at his sneakers, trying to keep his eyes dry, “I asked Heeseung to put us on a team together.” 

You looked at him confused, your body relaxing a little, “What?” 

Jungwon looks back up at you, his eyes glossed over, “I asked Heeseung to pair us up. The plan was originally to have everyone draw names from a bowl but I…” he looks away from you, staring off down the street, “I asked him to just pair people up and make it seem like it was random and to just give me you.” 

Snow started to fall from the sky, slowly collecting in his soft dark hair. 

“Why…?” you softly whispered. 

Jungwon chuckled, reaching a hand to scratch his face as if it would help him find the right words, “Because I wanted to rekindle our friendship. I wanted to leave this competitiveness behind us. To fix what got broken, Y/N, it’s my fault why things got the way they are now.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you stood there, continuing to listen to him. 

“I thought it was just us having fun, just two kids being stupid until it got to my head. I enjoyed winning. I enjoyed the praise from everyone. And because of that, our little games turned into hatred. To us being enemies. It’s my fault that I let go of our friendship. I kept this rivalry going for all these years because it was the only way I could keep you in my life.” 

You looked down at the ground, your hat covering him out of your sight completely. 

Jungwon took a deep breath, “I miss you. So fucking much. I wanted this trip to bring you back to me. That’s why I tried so hard. I wasn’t trying to suffocate you, that’s the last thing I want.” 

His footsteps got closer to you, and by habit, you clasped your fingers on your hat bill, pulling it down as you looked even further away. 

“Y/N, look at me please.” 

You were scared too, scared to look at him and he sees how much you’ve also missed him. That you were blinded by the rivalry into thinking you hated him. You wanted your best friend back, but did you deserve him?

Suddenly you felt the pull of your hat being taken. Jungwon’s fingers lift the bill up exposing your face. 

You made eye contact with him not even for a second before his free hand cupped your jaw and pressed his lips to yours. 

Jungwon pulled your body closer to him, deepening the kiss as his tongue pressed against your lips to allow it in, sliding it against your own tongue. 

Your hand gripped the openings of his jacket, holding on for dear life as your head spun. 

The last thing you expected tonight was to make out with your best friend as the snow fell. 

But it was romantic nonetheless. 

The sounds of a car honking on the street pulled you two back to reality. 

You jumped away from Jungwon, wrapping your jacket around your body. 

Jungwon smiled, placing your hat back on your head, pulling the bill down way too far in a way to tease you. 

“I am also in love with you, Y/N.” Jungwon didn’t expect him confessing his feelings to you would be exactly like this, but what better way than right now as he’s teasing you like old times? 

Once Jungwon’s hand was gone from your head you looked up at him, trying to make sure you heard what he said correctly. 

Jungwon rubbed his thumb against your cheek, “I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and then released it along with a sigh, “I’ve loved you even as kids. For some reason, I always knew I loved you, and as the years went on, I only came to understand my feelings for you more and more.”

Jungwon slid his hand from your face down to your hand, taking it in his own, “That's another reason I asked Heeseung to pair me with you. I wanted to apologize for letting you go, for choosing the competitive life over the one we could have had together if I never let you go. If I told you from the start how I felt.” 

Before you could say anything, the partying students finally left the bar, their loud voices echoing over to you and Jungwon, causing him to drop his hand to his side, taking a few steps away. 

“Let’s go, we have a long couple of days ahead of us.” 

The walk back to the hotel was quiet. 

—

The last and final round of the competition was a battle royale. 

Jungwon bounced in his chair, excited as battle royale was his favorite. 

You, on the other hand, weren’t the best at them. 

No amount of practice the last couple of days was enough to prepare you. 

You even snuck over to Jungwon’s room and begged him to help you, letting you in with a roll of his eyes saying you would do perfectly fine. 

You were good at battle royale, yes, but after finding out the team you were up against was KNOWN as battle royale players. 

You even so much as went and stalked their Steam and Twitch accounts. All they play is battle royales. 

The day of the finale came faster than you’d like. 

You twisted your fingers together as you stared off in the distance of the gaming area, your headphones dangling around your neck. 

Jungwon looked over at you, placing his hand on top of yours.

You looked over at him, his dimple smiling being enough to relax you. 

“It’s okay, we will kick ass,” There he goes with his confidence, “I am the best at battle royales, and you are also good at them, we got this. Just stick to me.”’

You nodded, giving a soft pout when he looked away and released his hand from yours. 

The announcer started the game, and the finale began. 

You stuck to Jungwon like glue, looting the area and switching guns out for better ones as the timer ran down. 

One by one you and Jungwon took out each team you came into contact with, but that was solely because of the fact Jungwon always comes in clutch in hard situations. 

Until it came down to the last two teams. Yours and the team you were worried about. 

Jungwon gave orders as you followed him to the next and final circle, sliding and hiding behind a building. 

Jungwon pulled his sniper out, aiming down sights to see where the enemy team could be. You crept into the building, doing one last final round of looting and reloading, ready to walk out, when Jungwon screamed beside you. 

“Wonnie?! What?!” 

“Don’t leave that building!” 

You did as you were told, peaking your head out a window, seeing Jungwon down one of the players, just for the second one to pop out of nowhere and down him. 

“Fuck!” Jungwon scoffed, dropping his headset down around his neck and rolling his chair to your side, staring at your screen. 

“Y/N, you need to down him before he picks up his teammate.” 

Your fingers shake against the keyboard, as you quickly run out from the building.

“You got this,” Jungwon reassured you. 

You run up behind the other player, “What if I don’t?”

“Baby, listen to me,” him calling you baby was enough to make your heart race even more, “You got this, okay?” 

You nodded, switching your guns quickly just in time for the other player to turn around and start shooting, but you were quicker. Sliding out of the way, and getting up behind him with a shotgun in hand, pulling the trigger and downing him. The title of winner flashed across your screen. 

“I did it!” you shouted, turning to look at Jungwon, “We did it!”

Jungwon high-fives your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, shaking your hands back and forth, “We did it!” 

With no hesitation, you leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. 

Jungwon was too stunned to say anything, eyes blinking rapidly. 

You pulled your headset down around your neck, letting yourself hear the outside world. 

“I am in love with you too,” You smiled, heart nearly beating out of your chest, “I always have been and just covered it up with the hatred I had. I’ve missed you too, and you weren’t actually suffocating me, I said that out of anger and confusion, I—“

That’s all Jungwon needed to hear, shutting you up by pressing his lips back to yours, cupping your hands softly between his hands. 

All he cared about was winning you back, and he did. Winning the gaming competition was just a bonus. 

He made you fall for him all over again, only he fell harder than he did before.

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Liebestraum No. 3

synopsis Eighteen year old Y/n, the daughter of two accomplished musicians, spends her summers surrounded by aspiring artists in her father’s prestigious program. Among them is Heeseung, a quiet, talented pianist who captivates Y/n with his reserved nature and mysterious charm. Amid the music, family expectations, and unspoken feelings, Y/n must navigate her growing affection for Heeseung and decide what she truly wants for her future—and her heart.

word count 2k+

contains fluff, summer love, rivals to lovers, teenagers in love, eventual smut (in the next chapters), comfort, heeseung x reader, slow burn

author’s note hi guys! this is my first post and first time writing something like this~ english is not my main language so there might be errors! i wish to make this a series with an eventual time skip to make things more interesting <3 i hope you like it^^

chapter 1

Your fingers softly brushed through the black and white tiles, like a ballerina spinning rapidly on her pointy shoes. They danced, at times increasing their speed, hungrier and expectant for the next one, until the running stopped.

Your right hand played a single-note melody, while the left one sustained a long, flowing chord. Your fingers were delicate now, more careful as if you were too scared to touch the piano, or it might break into million pieces.

“Incredible! Truly stunning, my dear!”

You didn’t notice your mother entering the studio with a satisfied look on her face, making you suddenly aware of your surroundings, while turning to look at her.

“Oh my, mom! I told you not to startle me when I practice!”

Your parents loved to brag about you with the rest of your family and friends. You knew you were good, but you were a perfectionist and always aimed for more.

“What can I say, you are indeed your father’s child…besides, dinner is ready and tomorrow is an important day~” she said with a sweet tone, still looking more serious, reminding you of your duties.

You know what was next, you wouldn’t have the room just for yourself. The blinds would finally be shut open, welcoming the light from the sun that would soon illuminate the big wooden piano in the center of the room. The pillows of the sofa and most books from the library would be scattered around and the little glass table in front of it would have pastries and beverages ready for everyone, while your father would begin to explain the summer program to his students.

You were used to this, it wasn’t really a big deal to you.

For almost three years your father had been welcoming his most privileged pupils to hold private lessons for them, preparing them to enter the prestigious conservatory in your city, which your eighteen year old self was expectant to attend.

Most students returned each summer, some aimed to enter the academy but still came for extra practice. This is actually how you met your current best friend, Jungwon.

His cheerful personality made it easy for you to get along with him. He was a bit of a prankster and sooner or later, you two found yourselves running around the tight colored alleys of the countryside, under the hot sun of the summer.

“Y/n wait!”

“Come on, Jungwon! Are you really scared of a little water??” You said, wetting him with a hose you found on a nearby garden.

“What are you saying?? I’m completely soaked! Your mom will kill us if we enter the house like this!”

Your eyes suddenly widened.

Oh my god. The music sheets.

Screw the water, you were supposed to keep them completely safe and now they were most likely wet and-

Jungwon started laughing at your shocked expression. Making his way to his backpack, he quickly took the precious dry and brand-new looking sheets out, holding them in his hand.

“You looking for these?” He smirked with an entertained look in his face.

“Give me those! Oh my God, Jungwon I almost died!”

“You’re such a drama queen!” He laughed, running away from you.

You two were actually pretty similar. Even though he was younger, there was a sparkle of responsibility in his behavior that often made you come to your senses. You could always count on him, that’s why most of the time you confessed your cheesy teenage stories and dreams to each other, whether it was an awkward situation or a romantic interest, like the big crush you had on Lee Heeseung.

Well, you still didn’t know yet.

Your first impression of Heeseung was that he was pretty shy. You were introverted yourself, but he wasn’t much of a talker—for some reason, that made you curious and at times, you would act bratty around him. You knew this wasn’t the best way to approach him, but you felt like that was the only way to get close to him…as if that made any sense.

Like you, he was considered pretty talented: the boy had a perfect pitch and he could play both the piano and the guitar. Despite his age, he was a bit taller than you and you couldn’t help but notice his big brown eyes scanning the studio, before entering each time.

Did he see me staring?—you’d think, quickly gazing away from him when his eyes met yours.

He was magnetic and you couldn’t resist, but you always wondered where your sudden curiosity for him came from.

What’s your deepest meaning for music, Lee Heeseung?

Can I share my secrets with you?

Why don’t you talk to me?

It wasn’t easy for him to break his shell either.

One night, you were all seated around the big table outside the house, a plastic cloth on it and half a watermelon cut into portions for everyone to eat. The air was humid and salty, as if the sea wasn’t so far from the porch. After a nice dinner, your parents left soon to sleep, so you were chatting under the starry night.

“I didn’t think you’d come back this year as well, Hoon. ” Jungwon asked, shuffling some cards between his fingers.

Sunghoon stretched on the chair with his arms behind his head. “Yeah well, my parents think my sister still needs some practice before she’ll get used to the conservatory,” he said, turning to look at you. “So i thought I’d come to say hi again...”

You instinctively blushed and looked down at your hands. There was always some sort of connection between you two. He was the child of two talented musicians, so him and his sister would often spend their summer at the studio.

“My parents always have a plan for everything…” he admitted, for a moment lost in his thoughts. You knew what he meant.

“Sounds like you’ve got your whole life mapped out…does it ever get old?” Jungwon sighed with a knowing look.

Despite your talent, sometimes you wondered if your passion really did come from a deep interest or rather you were supposed to like it, because that is how things went for you.

On the other side of the table, Heeseung was listening to the conversation while taking a bite out of his gelato. With him hanging around this time, those thoughts weren’t so rare. You turned your head to look at him. How was he always so calm about everything? Could he feel any emotion at all?

“Oh, Heeseung!“ Jungwon’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “I saw your recital last year!”

Liebestraum No. 3.

You remember Jungwon telling you about a performance that made him feel shivers all over his body. He was always the empathetic type, but he’s never had this kind of reaction for anything else before. He could almost feel everything around him transforming, Heeseeung’s figure in the middle of a moonlit garden. White lilies shimmering under the sky, the chilly air making them move at a slow pace.

“Seriously, how do you play like this without getting nervous?”

Not knowing how to take the compliment, Heeseung shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but smiled softly with a light flush on his cheeks.

So he wasn’t a robot?

You started to get annoyed at the idea that you never got to see his most vulnerable side. Sure, you could hear him playing in the studio sometimes, but it wasn’t the same thing.

A dry chuckle escaped your mouth.

“You make it sound so easy…” You murmur.

You didn’t want to be rude and knew that your comment was out of place. Immediately you shut your mouth.

“I-“ Your eyes widening.

Everybody’s attention was on you now, which you hated. Heeseung’s expression was once again unreadable.

“I’m going to bed.” You got up out of embarrassment and headed quickly to your room. Jungwon rushing behind you, but you ran faster up the stairs, until his voice calling you was long gone.

The sound of the waves filled up Heeseung’s ears. His pants were rolled up so the water on the shore wouldn’t wet them. Some clouds starting to prepare the sky for the rain. He liked the quiet, but often blamed himself for not stepping up at the right time. It wasn’t just his personality, Heeseung could be bold if he wanted to, he just preferred to observe from time to time.

Suddenly he heard your voice from afar. “Aren’t you coming to practice today? My dad has been looking for you everywhere…”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me?”

“Really? You barely ever spoke to me and that’s the first thing that comes to your mind?”

He took a step closer to you. His feet shifting the hot sand.

Standing in front of him you realized how tall he actually was. Some of his hair strands moved with the light wind and covered bits of his face. You felt your breath quicken as you tried to avoid his gaze.

He held out his hand to you.

“What?”

“Let’s try this again. Give me your hand please.” You freeze. “Uhm..”

“Come on…” He insisted. His eyebrows raising.

You reluctantly reached out, looking at him with squinted eyes, unsure of his intentions. He gently took your hand and kissed the back of it, leaning forward slightly.

You quickly got away from his hold.

“…Wh- What do you think you’re doing??”

His confidence suddenly gone as you noticed his ears getting red.

“I’m sorry. I-…I don’t know how to talk to you.” he admitted, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“You look…so dumb right now. ” you chuckled at his embarrassment, almost laughing.

“I know, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable last night.” His eyes softening and looking more sincere.

You didn’t think he did. It was more like you acted out of jealousy and you only blamed yourself for that.

You cleared your throat, not wanting to remember what happened. “Uhm…do you want to get away from here? I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind for today.” You lied, but Heeseung seemed chattier than usual so it was worth it. He was surprised at your statement but still nodded slowly. A big smile printed on his face.

It was almost evening and the sun was setting already. Everybody was getting ready for dinner, so you could feel the lights from inside the houses illuminating the streets of the village.

After walking for a while you reached a swing on a nearby park, Heeseung following you with an amused look on his face.

He was now standing in front of you. “What are you, ten?” a mocking tone in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and shot him a look. “You’re so boring…” You stuck out your tongue at him, a grin pulling at your lips. “Come on, push me.”

Heeseung chuckled, taking his hands out of his pockets.

“You’re older than me and yet, here you are, swinging your legs like a little kid…”

Besides his provocative comment, he stood behind you, pushing you from your back. He watched as the chilly wind brushed your hair away from your face, softly tickling his hands each time he touched you. He was as delicate as possible and found himself staring at the way your sundress perfectly hugged your lower waist. The ends of it moving back and forth with the swing and, as you got closer, he could almost taste the sweet strawberry scent of the lollipop you held in your hand.

Heeseung was intoxicated by you, and of course he blamed it all on his feverish teenage hormones. Things were still pretty awkward between you two, but right at that moment he felt bolder than usual. He pushed you again — once, then twice, and then a third time. You began to feel the swing slowing down, coming to a stop with a quiet creak. You glanced back at him, a confused frown tugging at your brows, only to freeze as his hand moved toward you.

Heeseung’s touch was careful at first, but it sent a jolt through you when his finger brushed down your exposed spine. You inhaled sharply, suddenly aware of the way your chest was rising and falling. He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingers tracing the line of your back with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. The cool rain, which had started to drizzle, landed softly on your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat that suddenly bloomed in your chest.

The touch lingered a little too long, his finger pressing gently into the curve of your lower back, making it hard to breathe. Everything around you seemed to blur, the sound of the rain mingling with the racing of your heartbeat. You couldn’t tell whether it was the rain or his touch that had made your skin shiver.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, he withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of his touch making you stand up, as though snapping yourself from a trance.

Turning around you noticed your drenched clothes. Your eyes widened as both of you realized how your parents would have eventually reacted if they saw you entering the house like this.

“We should head back.” You said.

Heeseung nodded at you with a soft smile, amused by your alerted reaction. Feeling the adrenaline rushing through his body, he started running and you followed him. You both were breathless, maybe because of your race, or maybe because of what had happened minutes before.

Reaching your house and not wanting to get caught, you exchanged a look with Jungwon who saw you from the window of the kitchen. His eyes widening. “What the…Get inside quickly!” He opened the porch door and let you in.

“Y/n you’re lucky nobody’s here! Where were you all day?? Go wash up before your mom comes back!”

You quickly ran upstairs, the sound of your wet footsteps echoing through the hallway, your heart still racing from the close call. You had barely made it inside before your mother could catch you drenched, and a wave of relief washed over you. You shut the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it for a moment to catch your breath. Heeseung’s touch, his hesitant smile, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

It had been too much, too fast, but you couldn’t deny the rush it left behind. You splashed your face with cold water, hoping to clear your head. You didn’t understand him yet, not fully. But somehow, you had a feeling you were about to.

to be continued…

[page-yerin]

hello!

do you think you can do enemies to lovers head cannons for jake? i love him sm 😭😭 ty!

MISTAKE — 심재윤

in which. you and sim jaeyun’s mutual hate turns out to be.. mutual pining

genre(s). fluff, enemies to lovers, angst (if you squint) pairing. sim jaeyun x reader trigger warnings. profanity, pet names

a/n. anon, are you stalking me?? i was actually going to make smth like this before you requested it- HOW’D YOU KNOW?? ahem, anyways, hope you enjoy! p.s. JAKEY IS SAUR CUTEESJAJA p.p.s. for the quotes, bold is jake and regular is you + ‘—‘ in italics are thoughts

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i feel like you guys would tease each other a lot— i think JAKE would definitely be a flirty ass tease

“stop calling me that.” “what, love?” “that.”

he is such a(n adorable) menace

he secretly enjoys seeing you get all worked up from his flirt- i mean teasing (which is kind of the main reason why he does it)

“you want to kiss me sooo baaad” “i’d rather kiss the floor”

the members are so tired and done just waiting for you two to kiss

(more under the cut !)

one time you and the members all went on a hiking trip, but they really just set you up and left you with jake

“if you don’t care, why are you holding my hand??” “so i can drag you down with me if we fall from this cliff.”

always gives you that adorable grin with his puppy eyes whenever he has the last word, leaving you to glare because you hate that you love it (as in the grin)

and then that incident happened. you kissed him (on accident apparently).

you and jake were having your daily bickering and teasing, until you started getting annoyed and kissed him to shut him up

jake literally started malfunctioning for a few seconds and both of you were processing what you just did

“.. why did you do that?” “.. why did you kiss back?” “i didn’t.” “..you did.”

then it was just this really awkward silence so you decided to run off out of embarrassment and confusion

‘why did i like that??’

you’d start ignoring and avoiding him at all costs and was scared that he now hates you more once you realized you liked him

jake would get really upset by you until he one day just drags you away to somewhere with no people

and then he would kiss you

after you two start dating, your interactions would probably be the same but less harsh and more out of love<33

he would be so clingy and WILL NOT let you go once you’re in his arms

he is still a literal menace (would ruffle and mess up your hair, etc.)

all in all, he would just be super teasing and annoying but you still love him

[lhswon]

CRAZY TIPS = CRAZY FEELINGS

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: yandere!lee heeseung x tsundere!fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: non!idol, enemies (one sided) to lovers troupe, kinda slow burn, teeth-rotting fluff, heeseung is a softie, you and enha are in the same age for the sake of the plot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: cursing, mild sexualizing, drinking, mention of cigarette (lmk if i missed any!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝙖/𝙣: ding dong! as promised, i will continue this au but forgive me for the delay as i couldn't post the chap 1 last night since my migraine was killing me. anyways, enjoy the chapter :D

chapter 1

after surviving a hectic day at the university, you went straight at home to take some rest before your 10 pm shift at the nightclub. you washed up, ate dinner, and changed to your working clothes which is a red v-neck polo shirt and a black skirt. you also wore your black stockings and black boots to finish the look.

after changing, you went in front of the mirror to do a simple make up and tie your hair into a high pony while you left some strands on your face. feeling confident with how you look, you took your black padded jacket resting on the edge of your bed and wore it as you reached for your sling bag. with all the things you needed, you finally left your home to work a yet again, tiring shift at the nightclub.

"i can guarantee you, i'll have more tips than you!" the moment you entered the staff room, you heard red's voice. she seems to be having a conversation with your other co-workers.

"oh yeah? i'll bet that i'll have more." the other girl answered. when you peeked behind the curtain, it was red and jia.

"what's up, girls." you greeted them. red and jia's face lit up when they saw you.

"oh well, since you're here. i'll just bet that you'll be the one who will gain the most tips tonight." jia shrugged, immediately accepting her defeat.

"how are you so sure?" you raised an eyebrow at her while you take off your jacket.

"i just heard that Mr. Baek will be here tonight." jia said.

Mr. Baek is one of the VIPs, he would often go here and tip you a crazy amount of money. it's like Mr. Baek favors you. some of your co-workers are jealous of you because of the hefty amount of money he would tip whenever you're on shift but you will never not notice his intentions behind those crazy tipping. scanning every inch of your body, throwing you those flirty looks, grazing his skin onto yours, it's just disgusting. but life's tough, sometimes you just gotta let other people do the things they want if it somehow benefits you too.

after your short conversation with red and jia, the three of you helped clean the counter since the club was about to open. the moment it did, a small group of men went straight to the counter where you and your friends were standing. you sighed as you flash your brightest smile.

oh, this will be a long night for you.

a few hours passed and it was already late. when you looked at your wrist watch, it was already 1 am. your shift ends at 2:30 so you still have an hour and half. you were just cleaning the counter when red nudged you and pouted her lips towards the main door. it was Mr. Baek together with his men in black which gained a few looks from the other customers.

you finished your small task before he could arrive at the counter, when you catched his eyes, he smiled at you flirtingly.

"hello, dear." you nodded and slightly bowed your head, acknowledging his presence.

"good evening, Mr. Baek." you greeted. he hummed in response.

"i'll be here in a short time, i'll just meet a someone important. just give me your finest whiskey right now and put it in my tab." he said, leaning on the counter to get closer to you.

"duly noted, sir. would that be all?" you asked while tapping something on the screen.

"that would be all, sweetheart." he said. you almost threw up at the pet name he called you.

"alright sir, i'll just have someone serve you the drinks." you gave him a small smile before bowing. he left after that to sit at his regular space. you then instructed one of the servers to serve the bottle Mr. Baek ordered.

a few minutes passed and you saw Mr. Baek leaving together with his men. he went straight to the counter to close his tab.

"here's your tip." he handed you a one banded stack of money after paying his bill. you don't know how much was it but you took it like you always do.

"thank you Mr. Baek, i hope you had a pleasant stay." you bowed to thank him. he chuckled at your politeness.

"seeing you here is already pleasant, dear." he said. you almost scoff at his remarks but you stayed silent. he bid his last good bye for the rest of the staffs who are in shift before leaving the club.

"that's a lot." red whistled, looking at the banded money in your hand. you shrugged before shoving it in your pocket.

time flies so fast and it was already 2 am, just 30 minutes more and you'll finally end your shift. the counter's pretty much chilling right now when people are just vibing and drunk dancing at the platform. you were just looking around when a tall gorgeous man approached the counter. he was wearing a black button down polo and black pants, his aura screaming power and confidence. some girls he would pass by would stare at him with lust, making you scoff.

"hi." you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at heeseung when he approached you at the counter. you sighed and calmed yourself down before giving him a fake smile.

"good evening sir, how may i help you?" you asked. he scanned your whole face before giving you a small smile.

"one glass of rum, please." he ordered. you nodded and tapped the screen. he waited patiently as your colleague make his order.

he sat at one of the high stool just beside the counter, the proximity making you awkward and uncomfortable, specially about what happened last night at the parking lot.

oh wait, is he mad that's why he's here? is he going to confront you? maybe you ruined their moment last night?

you were just overthinking every possible reason why he's here tonight when jia and red approached you. you never even realized that heeseung finally got his drink.

"who's that hottie?" jia whispered. they were both looking at heeseung like he was some prey. he might've been noticed your friends' staring when he turned his gaze at your direction.

you quickly looked away and gulped. there's just something about his stares that makes you just want to melt on the spot. no wonder a lot of woman wants him. one look and you're wrapped around his hands.

a few minutes passed and heeseung went back in front of you to pay his bill. he pulled out the exact amount for his bill but you were caught off guard when he pulled out a much bigger banded stack of money than what Mr. Baek gave you a while ago.

"here's your tip." he lightly shoved the stack towards you. before leaving the counter without looking at you. your mind went blank while looking at his leaving figure, mouth slightly agape from shock.

just when you couldn't see heeseung anymore, you took the money and ran towards where he left. jia and red screaming your name as you hurriedly followed him. you went to the parking lot and there you saw him leaning on a sports car, cigarette in between his lips. he was about to light the cigarette when he noticed you approaching him. he took the cigarette away from his lips when you arrived in front of him.

on the other hand, you were panting, cheeks red from running trying to catch up to him. without saying anything, you extended the arm that was holding the money he gave you.

"i can't take this." you said, you urged him to take it but he just looked at you with amusement. not taking any of your actions seriously.

"what? did the other person tipped you more?" he asked smirking. you looked at him dumbfounded.

is he talking about Mr. Baek? he saw him?

"what is wrong with you? just take your money!" you shoved your hand to his chest.

"you would take an old man's tip and not mine?" he sounded so offended which irritated you even more. his sly smile is not even helping with the situation right now.

"Mr. Baek is a regular of mine!" you defended yourself. he chuckled at your irritated face.

"i'll be your regular then, starting today." he said and shrugged before he opened the door of his sports car, not even minding your extended arms.

"no! i don't need your money!" you were fuming at him, voice slightly raising.

he didn't even bother looking at you and just closed the door of his car in front of you. he just rolled down his window to flash you his sweetest smile.

"look for me tomorrow at the university." he said before starting his engine and pulled his windows up.

what the fuck?!

"sir- heeseung!" you shouted when his car drove away from you.

just what the fuck is his problem?!

chapter 2 here

[jaeyuniism]

LESSONS IN LOVE | LEE HEESEUNG

pairing: basketballplayer!heeseung x f!oc

summary: in which Kim Eunhi meets heeseung, the annoyingly arrogant basketball player, when she's forced to become the school basketball team's manager.

warnings: sfw, no warnings just a fluffy lil enemies to lovers fic :p

— wc : 1.7k — did not proof read —

part 2/31

KNEELING ON THE BENCH IN THE GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM, MY FINGERS FIDDLED WITH THE STRAPS OF MY NEWLY BOUGHT JET BLACK KNEE PADS. Was I being dramatic by choosing to wear this for my first practice of the year? Maybe.

It wasn't like I'd be practicing with the boys by running laps or shooting balls, but I was determined to do anything to prevent a bruised knee—especially after my encounter with Lee Heeseung.

I whipped my body upright staring straight into the large mirror in front of me. Okay, I look ridiculous; but for a good reason. I took a deep breath examining myself again. My braids were neatly tied in a ponytail with a scrunchie that matched the new blue team tracksuit they had given me. 

"Alleia, you're going to do great."

I snapped my fingers before twisting my neck left, then right. This was going to be a long practice, I could already tell. I continued stretching, placing my elbow under my straightened left arm letting out a grunt.

To be honest, I was stalling--hard. I truly didn't want to go out there and face that team of ragamuffins. The sounds of bouncing basketballs and obnoxiously loud sneakers squeaking against the floor reminded me, however, that I couldn't escape my impending doom.

I shuffled toward the door of the girl's locker room, my palm resting on the door in anticipation. Why did I agree to this again? You know what, student council isn't that big of a deal!

I shake my ahead again. No, I'm going to be alright. I'll get in there, do my job and get out. Simple, what could go wrong?

As soon as I stepped into the gym the team was already warming up, running layup drills like a well oiled machine. But I couldn't help but notice the slight falter in momentum and looks of skepticism when I walked in–not too noticeable, but noticeable enough.

I look to the side of me and notice a tall, broad shouldered Coach Kang. He had a permanent scowl on his hardened face, and his bushy eyebrows looked painfully scrunched up. He lips pursed as he forcefully blew into the whistle and clapped his hands. 

"Listen up boys!" he barked. "As you are all aware, we have a new manager this season. Eunhi, step up."

I look around in confusion before hesitantly stepping up. Did everything that came out of his mouth sound like a threat? 

Looking into the sea of faces, I saw looks of confusion, doubt, and resentment. I haven't even done anything and these boys seem to hate me already. Don't let them get to you, confidence Alleia, confidence.

I cleared my throat squaring my shoulders as I took another step forward, my hands firmly clasped together behind my back. The team honestly looked in good shape, and it made me wonder how good our academy's basketball program actually was.

"This is Kim Eunhi, she'll be handling stats, schedules, and keeping you young bucks from dying of dehydration." That earned a few scoffs and snickers from the group. "Show her the same respect you show me!"

The team went silent for a moment, their blank eyes staring at the both of us. I doubt they respected him much. A few players finally gave some half-hearted nods and I felt a little bit more at ease.

"How long you think she'll last?" The tallest on the team muttered nudging the shorter boy next to him. 

The chuckles that followed made my fingers tighten around the clipboard and my jaw clench.

I squinted my eyes at him curling my lips in disgust. How dare this wannabe emo giant try to imply that I couldn't handle this?

"Longer than you if you don't start running laps, Ni-ki." Coach snapped, his voice rough and relentless. There was laughter from the team at his expense, making me smirk a little. Ni-ki rolled his eyes, turning toward the baseline. 

Then I finally noticed him.

Heeseung stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with that annoyingly attr*ctive signature smirk of his--like this was all a joke and I was the punchline.

Gosh he was so condescending without even having to try. 

He clicked his tongue, raising his eyebrows when he saw that he had finally gotten my attention. I just wish I could wipe that vehemently disgusting–

"Eunhi, you'll pick up on things as you go, but for now, just start tracking the shooting drills."

I nodded flipping open the clipboard in my hand, pretending like I had even the slightest clue about what I was doing.

Basketball practice was intense, to say the least.

I was having such a hard time keeping up. Every five seconds someone was calling for water, stats, towels–-and half of the time I didn't even know who it was that was talking to me. 

I nearly dropped a tray of water bottles five times, tripped over someone's gym bag, and at one point, I accidentally marked a three-pointer as a missed shot earning a glare from one of my seniors.

"Uh, sorry," I muttered, quickly fixing it.

It didn't help that the whole time I could feel Heeseung's gaze on me from across the court and I just knew he was enjoying this.

But of course, he couldn't just torture me with his gaze. He had to join in and start bothering me. 

"Water."

I begrudgingly grabbed a water bottle from the cooler wincing at how cold it was before tossing it in his direction–maybe a little too hard.

He caught it with one hand effortlessly, one brow raised like he knew exactly what I was doing.

"Manager what's my shooting percentage?" 

I scowled flipping through the pages of my clipboard. "Seventy-five."

That same annoying grin of his. "You sure?"

My eyes reluctantly scanned the sheet again. "Yeah, positive."

"I'm pretty sure it should be higher."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe if you were more focused you'd make more shots."

Someone whistled lowly in the background, and I noticed the smirk on Heeseung's face falter. One point Eunhi, Zero points Heeseung.

Practice continued to go on with Heeseung purposely bothering me with questions about his stats, more water, or even demanding me to wipe his sweat for him. 

By the end of practice I was exhausted. Collapsing onto the floor, I let out a groan in defeat. The gym had mostly emptied out, the sound of bouncing basketballs and sneakers on polished wood fading into echoes. Most of the team had already left, muttering tired goodbyes as they shuffled toward the locker rooms. Coach Kang had disappeared too, leaving the lingering scent of sweat and sports drinks.

"Hey, good job manager." I heard a teasing voice say beside me. I finally opened my eyes peering up at the owner of the voice only to see one of the shorter boys on the team.

"Ah, thank you..?" 

"Jake," He replied teasingly, reaching out a hand to help me up. I graciously took it lifting myself up with his help letting out a loud huff. 

"Shouldn't the manager know all of the team's names?" He teased jokingly. He was cute, like a puppy almost. Wait I shouldn't be thinking about that. I shook my head softly smiling at him.

"I'm working on it," I scratched my head abashedly. "Just messing with you. Seriously you're doing great out there, don't let them discourage you." His eyes crinkled up as he beamed at me before turning around to leave.

"Thank you!" I called out to him waving my hands at him. 

After he left, I decided to stay behind a little, gathering my clipboard and double-checking the stats, trying to make sense of the chaotic mess I had scribbled down.

Footsteps. Slow, deliberate.

I didn't have to look up to know who it was.

"You're still here?"

His voice was smooth, almost amused, but there was something else beneath it.

I exhaled sharply, tapping my pen against the clipboard. "Wow, how observant," I muttered.

Heeseung let out a soft chuckle, the sound irritatingly smug. "Most managers run out of here the second practice is over."

"Well, I'm not most managers." I finally lifted my gaze, meeting his dark eyes.

He studied me for a second, then leaned against the nearest bench, arms crossed over his chest. "You planning to stay late every practice, or are you just trying to impress someone?"

I scoffed. "If I wanted to impress someone, it sure as hell wouldn't be you."

That smirk again. Condescending. Infuriating. "Oh? So it's not because of me?"

I tightened my grip on the clipboard. "Not everything is about you, Heeseung."

"Could've fooled me." He tilted his head, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to pick apart every reaction. "You're working pretty hard for someone who doesn't even like basketball."

I swallowed, refusing to let him get under my skin. "You don't know that. Plus, I'm only doing this for an extracurricular."

"Right," he said slowly, dragging out the word. "And this was your best option?"

"No," I shot back. "This was my only option."

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The gym felt too big, too empty, like the tension between us had room to stretch and grow.

Then, Heeseung took a step closer. Not enough to be threatening, but enough to make my breath hitch.

"So, what happens when you quit?"

I scoffed. "Who said I was quitting?"

His eyes flickered with something unreadable. "You will."

The certainty in his voice made my blood heat. He wasn't asking. He was telling me, like it was a fact—like he had already decided how my story would end.

I stepped forward, closing the space he had just created. "You don't know me."

His smirk faltered—just for a second.

"No," he said quietly. "But I know how this goes."

A long beat of silence passed between us.

I clenched my jaw, straightened my back, and met his gaze with everything I had. "You think I'm gonna quit just because it's hard? Because you make it hard?" I shook my head. "You'll have to try harder than that, Mr. golden boy."

Something flashed in his eyes. Interest, maybe?

Then, with a slow nod, he stepped back, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, Alleia. Prove me wrong."

And just like that, he turned, walking toward the locker rooms without another word.

I stood there, heart hammering, fingers curled tight around my clipboard.

What the heck was that? I had so many questions. How did he know my name? Did he really think I wouldn't last?

Fine.

I'd make damn sure I did.

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[florexyy]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐍𝐢-𝐊𝐢

Genre: Enemies to lovers, a bit of smau

Pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader Taglist: Open! feel free to comment and ask!<3 Warning(TBU!): profanity,  angst, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression & anxiety, family issues(not a lot of this),  slow burnish,  y/n & riki have an attitude problem,  alcohol abuse, Blackout,  brutality,  might contain bad grammar,  may be illogical sometimes, mentions of smoking.

 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ༻꧁✬꧂༺ Summary:

Y/N has one rule: avoid Nishimura Riki at all costs. Unfortunately, thats easier said than done when he happens to be her brothers best friend, meaning hes constantly around, but that doesnt mean she has to like him. In fact, she doesnt, not at all. And while he seems to enjoy making her life a living hell, Y/N is more than happy to fire back. What happens when the person you hate the most is also the one you cant stop thinking about? (More Parts Coming Soon!) ❀1.Friends and Rivalries ❀2.Sharp Words, Sharper Glances ❀3.No Peace at Home ❀4.Cofee and Conflict ❀5.A Night to remember (or forget) ❀6.Drunken Secrets, Sober Fists ❀7.Who Invited him? ❀8.Rumours, Whats next? ❀9.A Heated conversation

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

KINDRED — 28

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

❥･• episode 28 — she's studious not stupid

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[wonopia]

NUISANCE ! yang jungwon x fem!oc

[synopsis] . when two high school students grow a fit with each other to the point that it becomes a daily occurrence. when you find yourself trying to escape, but you cant and to add to this whole monstrosity he’s the captain of the boys soccer team- while she is the captain of the girls. he's also her twin brothers best friend n best friends brother. the result of all of that means she sees him almost everywhere she goes. just before she thinks things couldn’t get any worse, the two soccer teams combine to make one large friend group and somehow brings the two closer.

[genre] . hs au , fanfic , drama , enemies to lovers , brothers best friend + best friends brother , slowburn , angst .

[warning] . intended lowercase , cursing/swearing , dark humor (kms/kys) , mentions of death/etc , cheesy , not proof-read.

[status] . completed !

profiles menu !

CHAPTERS . 001. get him back ! 002. lose vs win ! 003. the truth ! 004. blah blah prom ! 005. this odd feeling in my chest ! 006. i don't even recognize myself ! 007. better person because of you ! 008. with you !

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[j4keeobs3ssed]

NOT ANYMORE - S.JY

synopsis: lee yn and sim jaeyun aka jake were rivals since highschool but, when they find out about their mutual love for theatre, something changed.

paring: non-idol!rival!jake x rival!fem!reader

genre: smau, fluff, enemies to lovers, theatre, drama, puppy love.

warnings: profanities, broken humour, kys/kms jokes, insomnia, cringe moments, cussing, a lot of cussing.

start date: tba

taglist: open!!

!! updates once a week !!

PROFiLES : 🥺 🫶🏼

CHAPTER 1 : ew bro no

CHAPTER 2 : oh hell nawh

CHAPTER 3 : …

… more to be added