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lionhanie · 5 months ago

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han taesan ; back 2 u (part three)

you can’t help but find yourself coming back to taesan everytime

this is part three of my series, back 2 u! read the previous part here!

fuckboy!taesan x fem!reader, college au

...featuring! BFFS jaehyun + woonhak, fuckboy leehan (AND he's taesan's roommate), and lovely roomies sungho + riwoo <3

word count: 3.7k

warnings: cursing, woonhak is also in uni (lol sorry had to make my life easier), toxic (?) behavior, mentions of enha jake LOL, y/n is delusional

a/n: i’m alive

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

The clinking of plates and someone gently singing along to music from the kitchen wakes you up. Head pounding slightly as your eyes adjust to the brightness of the room, you groan as you stretch out your limbs from your spot on the couch. There’s a pair of footsteps dragging against the floor from down the hallway; likely belonging to Riwoo, knowing he wasn’t going to be the one awake in the kitchen considering how much he drank last night. You yawn, finally sitting up properly and reaching for your phone resting on the coffee table.

5 unread texts from “Han Dongmin”! [2:15AM] hope ur feeling better y/n :) [2:15AM] get back safe [2:21AM] u aren’t walking back to ur dorm alone right? [2:34AM] just stay at their apartment or smth [2:38AM] or i can come get u

Why is he… literally in love with you? Surely he wouldn’t care this much otherwise. The gaps in time between the messages make you laugh; imagining Han Taesan, supposed resident heartbreaker on campus, triple texting a girl in concern for her wellbeing. After last night, you’re convinced that Taesan’s too big of a softie to actually match the rumors about him floating around. His roommate, on the other hand… You wouldn’t be surprised if Kim Leehan lives up to his reputation to a tee. You smile at the notifications on your lockscreen, sending him a couple messages in response.

to: “Han Dongmin” sorry didn’t see these last night, was busy helping sungho handle riwoo LMAO dw i stayed the night here

Much to your surprise, your phone lights up a couple minutes later. “Han Dongmin” loved “dw i stayed the night here”! An exaggerated gasp comes from a clearly hungover Riwoo, who’s currently standing at the kitchen island. “Sungho, I think I love you.” The roommate in question coughs at the sudden words of affection. Upon making your way from the living room over to your friends, you let out a similar gasp at the spread of food currently splayed out on the dining table. You think you love Sungho too.

“Let’s eat, the pancakes are gonna get cold soon.” You and Riwoo shuffle over to the table, each taking a seat and grabbing a plate and set of utensils.

“Sometimes I wonder what I did in my past life to be given such a good roommate,” Riwoo’s mouth is full of food as he rambles on, “Let’s live together forever, Sungho.”

“Oh my god, I just got goosebumps. Don’t say scary things like that while we’re eating.” You can’t help but giggle at the dynamic at the pair across from you. The three of you were randomly assigned together for a group project last fall semester, hitting it off immediately. Riwoo and Sungho decided to live together at the start of this school year-- you would’ve joined their lease if you weren’t already planning on dorming with a friend from high school.

The meal is accompanied with various stories from last night, primarily following Riwoo’s main character moment when he was the center of attention in the dance circle. Maybe it’s the hangover, but the dancer suddenly feels shy after having talked about himself for a little too long. “Okay, enough about my night,” He wipes his mouth with a napkin before throwing it onto his empty plate, “Care to explain how you ended up in Taesan’s room last night, Y/N?” Riwoo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively from his seat.

Your movements still, fork lingering in your mouth for a moment before taking it out, chewing your eggs slowly and analyzing the looks you’re getting from around the table. “Come on, that’s none of our business.” You send Sungho a thankful smile, earning a grin from him in response. Your current savior can’t deny that he’s equally as curious about why they had to find out from Leehan that you were swept away to the confines of his roommate’s bedroom.

“If you want me to be completely honest, I don’t remember how exactly I ended up there either.” It’s a complete lie; you spent roughly two hours laying awake on their living room couch recollecting everything that happened. Getting your kiss rejected, being so overstimulated to the point of almost crying, an awkward conversation in the middle of his room, and last (but definitely not least), the kiss Taesan gave you goodbye.

You probably replayed the end to your night over twenty times, fighting back the urge to squeal into your blanket. You felt like a middle schooler experiencing their first crush. You hope that they don’t catch your bluff, or at the very least refrain from prying any further.

The pair share a look with each other, definitely aware of the fact that you’re withholding information. “Alright, but just… Don’t fall too hard for him.” The atmosphere suddenly feels serious, making you anxious in your chair.

You let out a scoff at Riwoo’s warning, finding it ridiculous. “Fall for him? I literally met the guy on Thursday,” The fork you're currently holding is used to push around the remnants of food on your plate. “I find him interesting, that’s really it.”

“He’s a good friend, but I’ve seen the way he can talk to women,” Sungho stands up, already moving to pile up the dirty dishes on the table to take them to the sink. “He isn’t just well-known ‘cause of his looks.” You know exactly what he’s referring to, but you dismiss the thought. Right then and there, you swore you weren't going to indulge in the way you were currently feeling for Han Taesan. You knew better than to do that to yourself.

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Though here you were, a week after the party, laying stomach down on your bed as you complained to Woonhak and Jaehyun about the boy who plagued your mind for the past couple days. A week since you’ve heard from Taesan. No texts, no library run-ins, nothing.

Jaehyun’s playing around with the things you have scattered around your room, even going to rummage through your closet full of clothes that (most likely) would not fit him. “This is nice,” You look up to see him holding the jacket Taesan lended you that night sitting neatly on a hanger. “Look Woonhak, it actually suits me pretty well!”

A groan escapes you at the sight of Jaehyun putting it on and flashing you various poses, modeling the jacket before returning it to your closet. "Damn, just say you think it looks bad on me next time." You drop your head back down to the bed, not wanting to be reminded of the intimate moment you associated with the jacket for the thousandth time that week.

“Guys, can you be so serious with what I’m about to say right now?” Your voice is muffled by the fact that your face is currently shoved into your pillows.

“Yeah, but only if you get the hell up so we can hear you properly.” Woonhak giggles at Jaehyun’s comment from his spot on the carpet, where he was currently laying with his phone raised up in the air. “Is it about that random from last weekend?”

When you initially told them about Saturday, you spared them a couple details to spare you from the inevitable jokes they would’ve made at your expense. And by a couple details, you actually only told them that you "went to a party with Riwoo and Sungho, got drunk and kissed a mystery guy at the end of the night".

Ignoring Jaehyun’s question, you sit up properly on your bed, hair disheveled as you reach for one of your plushies to hug for comfort. “Okay, so I’m going to give you guys a hypothetical scenario right now.”

“And by hypothetical, you mean it happened to you, but go on.” Woonhak calls you out, making Jaehyun snort in agreement.

“Wow. Woonhak, I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with anything you’ve said more,” Jaehyun pats him, as if he was praising him for saying something right for the first time. “You used to do this all the time in high school… The whole ‘fake’ scenario that fully described your current internal turmoil, it’s too funny.”

Jaehyun wasn’t wrong, but you still smack the top of his head with your plushie in retaliation.

You and him were nothing but rivals when you first met, both fighting for the spot of class president in your freshman year of high school-- You unfortunately lost, but were appointed as vice president, which meant you were going to spend a lot of time together from that point onwards. The competition quickly ended once you realized how well your personalities bounced off each other; the two of you were like brother and sister.

Woonhak was brought into the picture on a random spring day; he was one of the new members of the school’s basketball team, which Jaehyun was a part of. At some point, he started following Jaehyun around outside of practice, finding enjoyment in bothering the upperclassman. Eventually, he found his way to one of your after school hangouts, and the rest was history.

He hates when you guys bring it up, but Woonhak cried like a baby at you and Jaehyun’s graduation, cursing at both of you for leaving him all alone… Only to enroll in the same university the following fall, properly reuniting the now-inseparable friend group you had.

The boys couldn’t remember all the times you’ve been in this exact state throughout the span of your friendship. The two knew you as someone who got attached far too quickly, putting an unreasonable amount of meaning into minor interactions, so the situation wasn’t unfamiliar to the two friends hanging around in your bedroom on a random afternoon.

“Imagine you’re me, okay, and some guy tells you to come to his party after renting out a book at the library.” It’s sweet how the two boys are now seated by the foot of your bed, listening intently like puppies waiting for their next command. “Then you show up, and the chemistry between you two is there, like seriously. You could cut the tension with a knife-type thick.”

“Okay, pause,” Jaehyun shoves his hand in front of your face to stop you from continuing, “Are we talking about actual tension, or is this just Y/N tension?” Woonhak fails to hold in his laughter at the term Jaehyun just made.

“It was very real to me, for your information.” You send a glare to the younger boy cackling on the bed, making him shut up once he catches your gaze. “And then you’re drunk, and you’re dancing with him the whole night.” Jaehyun playfully gags at your description, making you frown. “Fine, if you’re gonna be like that, we can just talk about something else.”

“Ah hyung, don’t be mean. Continue, Y/N.”

“...And the whole night you’re lowkey tweaking because this guy is being really sweet to you even though you kind of just thought he wanted to sleep with you or something.”

“Y/N, I thought you don’t like guys like that though?” Woonhak knows you too well. Nothing can ever be just casual for you. The mere existence of a man like Han Taesan should’ve been your first red flag, but you’re also not one to deny your heart from what it wants.

You give him a shameful look, feeling like you were just caught red-handed doing something you weren’t supposed to be. “Okay, you’re right, but let me continue. At the end of the party when there’s basically no one there anymore, he gives you his jacket, and kisses you goodnight at the door. Like what?!”

“Dude, why’d I just get chills?” Woonhak looks dumbfounded as he places his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Jaehyun shrugs his hand off in faux-disgust, rolling his eyes at the action. “It’s kind of romantic, no?”

“Exactly my point! And to top it all off, he texts you afterwards making sure you got back safe… And even offers to pick you up so you don’t have to walk home by yourself,” Your voice is filled with frustration as you bring your plush up to your face to yell into it. “Like… Does he want me?”

The boys in front of you sit in silence for a moment, analyzing the scenario you presented to them. “Ah, so that’s why that jacket I wore earlier fit me,” Jaehyun looks back at your closet, still open from his fashion show earlier, “Well, I wouldn’t say he doesn’t want you, but is there nothing else to the story?”

“You’re telling me this guy did all that for him not to want her? That doesn’t make sense, Jaehyun hyung!” Woonhak looks to Jaehyun beside him, shocked that they aren’t on the same page. “This is one of the few times I actually think Y/N’s delusions might actually be real.”

Ouch. Jaehyun brings up a good point, though. Other than the few texts you shared the morning after, there was nothing but radio silence between you and Han Taesan. “First of all, I hate both of you, but that’s kind of why I need your takes on this. That’s the end of my interactions with Tae-” You cut yourself off before you carelessly expose the identity of the "hypothetical" man in your story. “...The guy who kissed me that night. I haven’t heard anything from him in seven whole days.”

“Don’t you have his number? If you think he’s into you, why don’t you just, I dunno, ask to hang out or something?” Woonhak’s suggestion is valid, but it just isn’t like you to do that kind of thing; Asking out the guy you’re into, that is. Not only that, Taesan doesn’t seem like the type of guy to go out on dates like that… Maybe he would, if he knew he could get you in his bed by the end of the night.

“I guess, but doesn’t that seem too random? I don’t even know if we could keep up a normal conversation if we hung out.” At that moment, you’re faced with the reality that you still didn’t know much about Taesan. It’s clear that you’re attracted to each other, but could that be the only thing you have in common?

“Hm, you said he borrowed a book from the library when he invited you to the party, right?” Jaehyun inquires. You can practically see the gears in his head turning before he seems to come up with an idea. “Has he returned the book yet?”

“Myung Jaehyun, you’re a fucking genius.” Your friend brushes off his shoulders cockily, letting out a prideful laugh at the praise. “I doubt he even finished it yet, so I could remind him to bring it back to the library when I’m working!” Woonhak hums in acknowledgement of the recommendation, nodding his head at you. “...Do you guys think that’ll make me look too desperate?”

“Well, you’re looking for any reason to text him without sounding like you’re obsessed, aren't you?”

“Fuck it.” You don’t think you’ve ever been so eager to talk to a man when you grab your phone from your nightstand. Your high school friends hover over your shoulder, watching you pull up Taesan’s contact.

to: “Han Dongmin” btw that book u borrowed is overdue there’s a fine if you don’t renew it soon

You’re embarrassed to say that you throw your phone across the bed from you after pressing send. “I’m having crazy deja vu right now, Woonhak. This feels like we’re in high school again.”

“You’re right… Who was it again? That Jake guy from our basketball team?”

“Yeah! Sim Jaeyun, right? Gosh, can you believe Y/N only started coming to our games when she found out he was the point guard?”

You’re about to scold them for bringing up a former high school love interest nearly two years later in the midst of your college love predicament, when you hear a familiar ping come from your discarded phone.

2 new notifications from “Han Dongmin”! “Han Dongmin” emphasized “there’s a fine if you don’t renew it soon”! u working tuesday?

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The next three days are brutal. You find it hard to concentrate on anything too important when you know you’re going to see Han Taesan show up during your shift Tuesday afternoon. The nostalgic feeling of being a girl far-too-excited to see the boy she’s got a crush on washes over you as you pick out your outfit the night before, settling on one of your prettier cardigans and your favorite pair of jeans. Might as well feel cute if this is going to be the first time seeing him in over a week. The morning of, you wake up twenty minutes earlier than usual to fix your hair and alter your makeup routine slightly. It’s nothing too crazy, but it satisfies your hopes to be complimented again by Taesan.

5:28 PM. The library’s help desk was supposed to close in half an hour (not that Taesan knew that), and still no signs of the dual-tone haired boy walking through the doors. You spin around in your chair, eyes following the hands of the clock hung up on the wall behind your desk. You were looking forward to seeing him, and your five-hour shift was nearly over after having anticipated it the entire weekend.

“Hey, stranger.” You feel a smile creeping up on your face at the familiar voice belonging to none other than Han Taesan. You mentally curse yourself for not touching up your makeup while you were waiting, but quickly find the composure to shoo away your excitement before swiveling back around. He’s wearing an oversized black sweatshirt, intricate details painted onto its sleeves. Even when he’s dressed down, his attractiveness is hard to ignore. “I didn’t realize a week had passed already, sorry.”

Yeah, you didn’t talk to me for a week, is what you wanted to say, but you soon understand he’s referring to the book he borrowed when he places it on the counter in front of you. “Do you want to extend your rent period?”

“Hm, yeah. I don’t think I’m done with it just yet.” There’s a moment of eye contact shared between you two as he answers. You go to click a couple buttons on your screen, bringing up the data log of all ongoing book rentals.

“Your makeup’s nice,” Taesan rests his elbows on the counter, peering over to watch you type. The scene feels reminiscent of when you first met. “Did you get all dolled up for me, angel?”

Is it that obvious? “Maybe you just think I look pretty today, Dongmin.” You accused, hoping the heating up of your cheeks is mistaken as the blush you put on this morning.

“I wouldn’t be calling you angel if I didn’t think you looked beautiful all the time, hm?” Damn. He’s good. Taesan laughs as he watches you avert your gaze, clearly struggling to respond to his barrage of compliments. “When do you get off work?”

“I clock out at six,” You look at the time in the bottom corner of your screen. Only twenty more minutes. Maybe this was your chance to ask to hang out; to properly talk to him while you’re sober. “Are you busy after this? Would you want to-“

“Hold on, someone’s calling me.” Your mouth presses into a thin line as he stops you to answer his phone. “Yeah?” The boy answers the unknown caller after taking a couple steps away from your desk in doing so.

The abrupt pause feels oddly humiliating; You almost didn’t want to bother finishing your question after he’s done. You renew the book under his name quickly, printing out his receipt and slipping it under the cover like you did the first time you spoke. Noticing a pad of sticky notes to the right of your keyboard, you peel one off and begin to write.

want to get lunch sometime this week? :-)

“Told you I had to stop by the library earlier, no? I’ll come after I’m done, promise.” It’s hard not to eavesdrop when he’s standing close enough for you to hear everything he’s saying. “Come on baby, don’t be like that. I’ll be quick.” His voice is quieter now, but you’re still able to make out what he whispers into the phone.

Baby? Who’s he talking to? Whoever it is, you can’t help but feel your previous confidence deflate at the realization that you’re not the only one he’s been sweet talking. It’s something you should’ve seen coming from a mile away, but a part of you really wished you minded your business before shamelessly listening in on his phone call. You look down to the note you just wrote, feeling disappointed as you crumple it up into a ball and discarding it to the side of your desk.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you notice he’s standing back at the help desk. “Sorry, Leehan’s calling me about some dumb shit again.” Oh, so now he’s lying. That, or he just happens to also call his roommate baby in the same sugary tone he uses on you. Surely, he doesn’t think you’re that stupid.

“It’s all good,” You force out an awkward laugh. “You’re all set for another couple days.”

“Thanks for reminding me about it, by the way.” Taesan flashes you one of his signature smiles, and you hate the way it makes your heart beat a tad faster. “Sorry to cut you off mid-sentence just now. Were you saying something?”

“Nah, just wanted to let you know that there’s a two day grace period for the late fee if you miss the return date again.” You hold out the book for him to grab.

He reaches out to take it, fingers brushing over your own as he does so. There it is again. Sparks. “What would I do without you?” Reaching behind him, he unzips his bag to throw the novel inside, closing it up afterwards. “I’ll see you around?”

You only hum in response. His phone goes off again in his pocket, presumably from whoever he was previously talking to. You watch as he does a 180 to walk towards the library’s doors, grinning as he picks up the call outside. Guess Han Taesan’s found his new girl of the week.

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