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Trust

Genre: Angst | Highschool!au

Pairing: Kyungsoo x OC

Length: 1.8k

Warning: Unfinished | OC

Summary: Kyungsoo keeps to himself, but that all might change when the most popular girl in school, who just so happens to be his neighbor, decides to set her sights on him.

Author’s Note: This is an idea I came up with waaaay back in like 2015 I think. I wrote all this and then forgot about it. Idk if I’ll ever get back to it or not. The plot, ngl, was wild, like fucking crazy haha. But it fit Kyungsoo a lot I think.

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She was doing it again.

As hard as I tried to ignore her, I couldn’t help but know.

She was staring at me.

Park Sooyoung, the most popular girl in school, was staring at me, Do Kyungsoo, the most invisible person in my class.

Most guys would be flattered by the gesture, but I just wished she would stop. I sink lower into my chair and hold my textbook over my face, hiding it from her view.

I could still feel her stare.

The bell rang, and I was instantly out of my seat. I slung my backpack over a shoulder and spared a glance at the bold girl. Our eyes locked briefly and I cringed internally, pretending it never happened and practically ran out of the school.

When I got to the front, I sighed and leaned against the brick of the building, waiting for my brother to pull up. I was just scrolling down my blog when a burst of sound pulled my attention. I lifted my head and spotted Sooyoung saying her farewells to her minions and heading over to a shiny red mustang, an older man was in the driver’s seat, his shades blocking his face.

Figures. Sooyoung was notorious for her hookups. It was no surprise to me she would try to get an older man—and a rich one at that.

I lifted an eyebrow as I watched the man rev the engine, a cocky grin on his lips. Sooyoung laughed ecstatically and hooted as her friends squealed and they peeled off.

A loud honk straight ahead of me caused me to jump and I felt my face redden as I saw my brother waiting for me. He gestured for me to hurry and I jerkily fumbled to the passenger seat.

The car ride was silent. I’m ashamed to have had Sooyoung catch my attention, no matter how brief. She was not worth my time in the slightest and I was unimpressed with her in every way possible.

“Did you see that mustang in the lot?” My brother, Seungsoo, asked me. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah,” I said quietly with a slight nod.

“It was nice. The person who owns it must have money to blow.”

“He must,” I agreed, whipping my phone back out and opening the app to my blog.

I could see my brother glancing at my phone and me quickly, “back on your blog?”

“Yeah,” I repeated myself, my attention not really on my sibling.

“That’s…cool…”

I repressed another sigh. My brother didn’t understand me, and I didn’t really care enough to try to let him. He pitied me somewhat, making himself believe my isolation was not of my own doing. He wished I had more friends.

He cared, I had to give him that. He was a good older brother to have.

He drove up the driveway and parked the car, leaving it idling. He spun to me as I realized our location and began to gather my stuff.

“I have to work tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Tell the parents for me?”

“Will do.”

Seungsoo saluted me off and sped away from our house. My eyes flickered to the pale blue two story building beside my own off white home and sighed again, dragging my bag behind me like a dead dog.

The first thing I noticed once I entered my home was the smell. My mother was in the kitchen, humming to herself. I stood near the entrance, just watching her for a minute. Her back was turned to me and she didn’t notice me once she turned around to the sink, washing her hands briefly.

After I realized she wasn’t going to notice me anytime soon, I slowly climbed the stairs.

I saw my father’s office door was cracked open, so I poked my head inside, knocking gently against the soft wood.

My father was glaring at his computer screen before I caught his attention.

“Kyungsoo,” he greeted with a nod. I bowed and once I straightened, cleared my throat.

“Just letting you know I’m home,” I mumbled, letting my eyes take in the lighting of the room. It was too bright.

My father nodded quickly and returned to his computer.

“I…uh,” I gulped and cleared my throat again. It kept trying to close on me. “Seungsoo hyung has a late shift tonight at the restaurant. He told me to tell you, so…”

I peeked at my father through my lashes as he made a disapproving noise from the back of his throat, “that’s unfortunate. Your mother was looking forward to seeing him… When is your next shift?”

“Tomorrow at five,” I informed quickly.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome,” I bowed nearly ninety degrees and quickly departed from his presence, my job done.

I retired to my bedroom, throwing my bag into the corner and myself on top my bed.

My fingers started pulling at strands of my hair without my permission and I bit my lip hard enough to keep my scream from escaping.

I strongly disliked my parents.

~*~

The incessant ringing of my alarm interrupted my dreamless sleep. I groaned and blindly reached for the device, finally hitting the snooze button. I rolled around so that I was lying on my back and blinked blankly at my ceiling.

It was cold.

A lot colder than it was yesterday, and I was both overjoyed and highly annoyed.

I loved autumn. It was my favorite holiday, but I dreaded the winter, and you couldn’t have one without the other it seemed.

My alarm went off again and I rolled back on my stomach just so I could bury my head into my pillow and scream.

By lunchtime, I had yawned around seventy times since my alarm first went off. I got plenty of sleep, but I was exhausted.

Hongbin, who was sitting directly in front of me watched as I blinked and struggled with keeping my eyes open.

“You okay?” He asked.

I focused on his voice and nodded, “yeah. Just tired.”

“It’s probably the weather,” Sanghyuk, who was sitting beside me, rationalized on my behalf.

“Yeah, it’s really cold today, isn’t it?” Hakyeon agreed, shivering for emphasis.

“I like it!” Another guy at my table, Jaehwan—although he preferred to be called Ken for some odd reason—yelled. He threw his beanie on the table and the guy sitting on the other side of me, Wonsik, snatched it up, putting it on top his close shaven head.

These were the closest things to friends I had—although the term ‘acquaintances’ didn’t even really cover what we were. We really only ate lunch together, and sat beside one another in any classes we shared. There was another guy, Taekwoon, who hung out with us occasionally, but he hated areas that were too crowded and chose to eat his lunch alone in his car.

I had no reason to judge him on that.

“I like the cold,” I countered, staring at my rice.

“Isn’t it the best?” Ken urged, excited I was talking.

“I like when it’s chilly, the chilly autumn breeze. You can feel it in your bones, but the sun is still there to reassure you warmth still exists.”

Wonsik grinned, “I like that. Sanghyuk, give me a beat!”

The youngest of us started beat boxing terribly and Woonsik immediately started rapping about the weather. Ken began singing exactly what I had just said, word from word, during Wonsik’s verse.

I shook my head and allowed myself to grin at them.

Hongbin lightly kicked my shin, and when I looked up at him, he grinned knowingly, lifting his eyebrows up to let me know he understood.

That was why I still ate lunch with this odd group.

The rest of school passed by in a blur.

My locker closed with a bang and Sooyoung was on the other side, eyes wide and centered on me.

I jumped as I saw her, my heart racing as I noticed her. “Hi,” she nearly whispered, a knowing grin gracing her lips.

I glanced around the hall even though, at such a close proximity, there was no denying who she was looking and talking to.

“Hi?” I swung my backpack over a shoulder and spun around, heading out to the front of the campus to get picked up.

“So… are we going to talk about the other day?”

I cringed. So she didn’t forget. That explained the stares.

“What about the other day?” I played off. I didn’t want to talk about it. It was a lapse of judgment, my darkest moment of seduction.

“Well… I thought you had fun and… well, I did too. I was wondering if we could do it again sometime, maybe….”

Her sentence carried as I spun around to glare at her. I wasn’t the tallest person, and she wasn’t the shortest, her head stopped at my nose and it was hard being intimidating at this angle. I felt like a Chihuahua.

“Nothing happened that day, Sooyoung, and even if something did it was unintentional, an accident. One I’m not willing to repeat. Understand?”

Her eyes fluttered when I said her name and she seemed to drift off afterwards, not comprehending anything after.

I gazed at her apprehensively in silence waiting for her reply, but when she remained silent I lifted an eyebrow, “Sooyoung?”

“Yes?” She asked immediately, blinking quickly in an attempt to seem focused.

I sighed and decided I was done with the conversation.

“Kyungsoo!” She called after me and I tried to ignore the weird twist in my stomach hearing my name come out of her mouth. Images of our day together came to the surface without my consent.

I was going to throw up.

My hand was wrapped so tightly around the strap of my backpack I was sure my knuckles were white, I also had a feeling Seungsoo was already waiting for me. That being said, I slowed down enough to let Sooyoung know I was listening to give her time to catch up.

She did and fell instep with me, “you can say whatever you want, Kyungsoo, but I know what happened wasn’t something you could forget, let alone regret.”

“You don’t know me very well,” I informed her with a frown.

She shrugged, “and you don’t know me very well either, or you would know I’m not one for giving up on a conquest.”

“Me? A conquest?”

She laughed darkly and my stomach twisted again. She took ahold of the strap of my bag that dangled behind me and yanked it hard enough for me to fall back a bit. She used my second of falling to redirect my momentum so that I caught myself pressed closely against her. Her lips grazed my ear and her breath stung, “you underestimate yourself, Kyungsoo. Just tell me you’re flattered and you’ll see me tomorrow.”

She pushed me away just as quickly and I barely regained my balance as she strutted ahead of me. Her skirt rolled up so that her ass nearly poked out. I gulped as I watched her walk away, confused and, to be honest, terrified of the girl.

What had I just gotten myself into?