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a door was my downfall (yet you caught me) - yang jungwon
summary -> you go to pick up jungwon at school, but run into some troubles at the door
warnings -> female reader x jungwon, fluff, protective jungwon, falling in love
you glanced around nervously, the school gates looming above you like a prison gate. you had changed into your old school uniform to try and blend in, but it was no use.
you hadnât anticipated the different color schemes at all. your beige school blazer and skirt did nothing to blend you in with a crowd of black blazers and sewn on insignias, even picking up your friend from school seemed like a major task.
you took a deep breath. âalright y/n, you can do this,â you muttered under your breath, eyes glaring at the front doors of the institute, âjust walk past all the groups surrounding the door, ask the front desk lady about jungwon, and then walk home. easy. perfectly doable,â you said, taking your first steps forward through the school gates.
as soon as you walked through the gate, you felt nearly every single eye turn your way. you donât blame them, you would turn and stare at someone walking through his school gates with the completely wrong uniform on too, but you really wished they wouldnât. you just wanted to pick up jungwon and go home, maybe getting ice cream while on the way. you didnât want to be the center of all the whispers being exchanged. not at all.
you made it to the front door with no difficulties, about to pull it open to walk inside when you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around and came face to face withâ a boy? he seemed to be a bit nervous, his hands playing with his fingers.
âuh, hi,â he started, making eye contact for a second before glancing back his fingers. you could practically hear all the whispers floating around now, and you desperately wanted them to stop, but you also didnât want to be rude to the poor guy.
you continued to stare at him as he gathered his words again, âum, why are you here?â he asked, using all his might to look you in the eye. for someone so nervous, he seemed to be handling it well.
âIâm here to pick up someone,â you responded, about to spin on your heel and walk through the door. as much as you didnât want to be rude, you also wanted to get jungwon as soon as possible.
a grip on the back of your blazer stopped you, âwait!â the boy exclaimed, drawing even more attention to them, as if half the school wasnât already watching this shitshow of an interaction. âcan I have your number? uh, you look really cute, and all. yeah.â his voice trailed off at the end, forcing you to strain your ears to hear his last few words before leaning back into your own space.
you looked at him with a blank stare. what were you going to do? you couldnât just turn him down with no good explanation, and you didnât want to seem more rude than youâre probably being right now. you glanced around nervously, hoping someone would give you the social cues you needed to turn him down and enter the damn school building like you had been trying to for the past five fucking minutes!
you were about to give up and completely ignore him when the door you were holding on to suddenly pushed open, forcing you to stumble forwards toward the guy in front of you. you tried your best to steady yourself, but felt your weight shift forwards beyond your control, and you were already begging the gods for mercy as you pitched forward toward the guy and the concrete ground.
you pinched your eyes shut and awaited for your head to meet the ground, but it never came. instead you felt a pair of arms grab you and pull you backwards back on your feet. the person who yanked you backward, however, obviously misjudged their strength and together you fell backwards, with the other person cushioning your fall.
as soon as you hit the ground, you shot back up to your feet and profusely apologized, not even looking at the poor person you had fallen on. you then heard a familiar chuckle, and your eyes rose to meet the smiling ones of jungwon. you let out a sigh of relief, thankful for his amazing timing.
you went to talk to him, but a tug on your sleeve stopped you again. the guy was looking at his shoes still, but his grip on your sleeve was tight, âso, can i have your number?â he asked again, his voice now echoing across the square.
you opened your mouth to respond, so ready to turn him down now that jungwon was by your side, but a hand around your waist stopped your words in your throat.
âiâm sorry, but sheâs taken,â jungwon said, pulling you flush against his side. if the whole school wasnât listening, they sure as hell were now. every eye in the square was suddenly interested at the interaction occurring at the doors and you couldnât help but feel the warmth rush to your face.
âa-ah! i see! iâm so, so sorry for bothering you two!â the guy exclaimed, words breaking and faltering in between his breaths. he quickly walked away, rejoining his group of friends who laughed along with him in a shared moment of embarrassment.
jungwon loosened his grip on your waist, grabbing your hand instead as he turned to face you, âshall we go then? iâm sure youâve dressed up for something, and you donât change out of your pajamas unless you really have to,â he teased, tugging you down the walkway away from the school with everyone still watching.
you whined, âhey i change out of my pajamas sometimes!â you refuted, walking along side jungwon as you walked back through the gates. was this what love felt like, you wondered? a stomach full of butterflies and a heart threatening to escape your chest? if it was so, then there was no doubt.
you were in love with a certain yang jungwon, and you really had to talk to him about it.
but for now, you enjoyed your time off. getting ice cream with jungwon and playing around at the park. you would reserve this happy feeling in your heart for the next year if you could, but alas, it wouldnât last forever. your heart was being tugged into knots after all, but you would worry about that later when you returned to your apartment. then you would talk with him, you promised yourself as jungwon ran off to get the ball you had accidentally thrown over the playground fence.
a smile was all you needed now. and it was easily attainable.
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hi ! can i req jungwon as the big spoon?
hihi ofcc <3 writing this def cheered me up, thank u for the cute req anonnie! (soft hours closed)
9:41PM â âjagi, are you sleepy yet?â jungwon whispers, head against your chest as the promised neverland plays softly on your tv in front of you.
you tap your phone curiously at his question, brows furrowing at the early time displayed on your screen. âitâs only like, 10pm, wonnie.â
your boyfriend peers up at you grumpily, large cat eyes nearly impossible to refuse. âi know, but iâm really really getting sleepy, y/n,â he continues to complain, wiggling around like a toddler.
snickering at his tired antics, you reach for the remote to turn off the anime, watching from your peripheral vision as jungwon grins happily at your inability to tell him ânoâ.
only a minute or two later, you find yourself hopping into bed, jungwon following close behind from his side of the mattress while eliciting a silent yawn. once youâre both securely settled in the sheets, you quickly lift an arm to turn off your lamp, embracing the pitch black darkness that follows suit.
at this point, normally youâd wrap your arms around the boy, leave a few gentle pecks down the back of his head and neck before murmuring out a âgoodnightâ and âsleep wellâ. but youâre shocked to say the least when you feel jungwon push you over to face away from him, a lazy arm pulling your back right up against his chest while the other lays above your head on the pillow protectively.
âwhat- what are you doing?â you inquire, rendered speechless. his heart beat is surprisingly calm and relaxed, opposing your unsteady one at the close yet unusual contact of the male. it was practically an unspoken rule that you were supposed to hold him in bed, not the other way around!
jungwon giggles, dragging you impossibly closer and snuggling his face into your hair. âi felt like trying out big spoon tonight,â he explains cutely.
âoh? and whatâs your opinion thus far?â
âi get the appeal,â he instantly admits. âi have so much power! i can change positions and cuddle you however i want and thereâs nothing you can do about it~â you can nearly envision the cat boyâs snarky, teasing expression at that moment, sighing as a larger leg raises on top of yours, effectively trapping you in place like a snake to its prey.
your boyfriend may look weak and small compared to some of his weightlifting bandmates, but there was no doubt in his strength at times like these. âah, this is seriously perfect,â jungwon groans in satisfaction.
you fake a dramatic huff, âyeah, for you, idiot. iâm practically immobile over here.â little did he know you that you were busy smiling like an idiot, thanking the overwhelming darkness for hiding your ears and cheeks growing warmer by the minute.
âyoi, donât pretend you arenât loving this.â
perhaps youâd allow jungwon to take charge of cuddling more often.
the âyoiâ is supposed to be that thing wonnie always does irl đ i just didnât know how i should spell it jshsj
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ENHA HYUNG LINE â YOUR GIRLFRIENDâS DADDY ! (they all have daddy kinks. sorry.) part 1 !!
P. enha hyung line + jungwon x fem!reader (17+) | W. unprotected sex, infidelity (but itâs valid), mentions of cheating, lots of pet names, cervix & womb fucking, enha r jealous & feral, breeding kink, biting & marking, other members from diff kpop groups being assholes & getting fucked over (this is just fiction donât come at me), lots of other filthy shit i forgot | WC. 12k (idek how that happened) | A,N. this one has been in the drafts since july. and i just finished it up while waiting for my doctorâs appointment, enjoy!
IN WHICH the hyung line (+ jungwon) get addicted to a pussy that doesnât belong to them in the first place ?!
⥠PS this part contains heeseung, jake & jungwon !! <3
â· LEE HEESEUNG â ìŽíŹìč
the one thing that always stood out about heeseung, a striking trait that he carried was his exceptional ability to hide his emotions.
though this odd trait of his did have its own pros and cons that appeared and made themselves pretty evident throughout his life, heeseung still thought this was a good characteristic about himself.
it helped a lot to hide his emotions when he lied, when he tried to make an excuse as to why he forgot to do his homework. when asked from his friends if he was feeling down and the list went on. to put things short, he was the exact opposite of an open book that was easily read.
but heeseung started to slowly doubt this speciality of his, especially when it came to his bestfriend. and his little sister, you.
jeno has always been a great friend of heeseung, their small age gap making the two feel comfortable with one another immediately after meeting. the friendship had a click of some sort, almost making them feel like theyâve known each other for decades when theyâve only been friends for a handful amount of months.
and heeseung wasnât stopping his grateful and happy emotions to spill out whenever he was with jeno, the kind hearted guy that he always saw as a solid, constant figure in his life and future.
the issue came for heeseung when you, jenoâs cute little sister that he always seemed to eye for a bit too long, got into a relationship.
your first relationship at that.
jeno, as your older brother was rightfully protective, giving you advice every chance he could after checking up on you and your boyfriend, soobin. whom always rubbed jeno the wrong way. but he didnât have the courage to point it out to you and potentially break your heart, it was a risk he could never take.
but if there was someone that was even more concerned and even more protectiveâ overly protective even, than jeno. it was heeseung.
there was something about soobin that always seemed to just not settle with heeseung. he couldnât tell if it was his weirdly âforgetful memoryâ as you liked to call it, or the way his eyes were constantly glued to his phone whenever you four decided to hang out. not giving you a singular ounce of the attention you deserved.
his behaviour towards you, his own girlfriend, was dry. cold. dismissive. and he couldnât tell if jeno was purposefully turning a blind eye into this, but it was so clearly hurting you.
especially with the way your shoulders would visibly slump whenever you would excitedly tell soobin about an a new event that happened during your lecture, an interest that had your eyes sparkling while he would just nod mindlessly along to your words. vision obstructed and glued onto his stupid phone screen that irritated heeseung to no end. he could see the disappointment rising in you when soobin would pay you no attention. so passive in his responses, so visible that he did not care.
and it was angering heeseung so tremendously. setting him off like a ticking bomb that would explode at the guy any second but he kept holding himself back.
for the sake of jeno. for the sake of you. after all, he was just a friend.
and he couldnât tell if soobinâs attitude towards you angered him more, or the fact that he was always going to be stuck under the âfriendâ title in your life.
heeseung had developed feelings for you way before you got into a relationship with soobin, might even be a mere month after jeno introduced you to him. he had always had his eyes lingering on you. a soft, gentle glint in them whenever your presence was surrounding him in any way.
he believed that it was just him forming a soft spot for you in his heart in the beginning, but as time passed by, especially after soobin ruined everything in heeseungâs opinion, his feelings grew. becoming a solidified fact for heeseung instead of a mere reverie that he cooed about in his head.
yet for the longest time, he knew he had to keep his emotions hidden again. falling back into his old routine of covering, blanketing his feelings. hiding and cowering away in fear of your brother finding out and the dear connection that heeseung held so close to his heart ending.
so he bit his tongue. holding back any words, any opinions, any thoughts and of course any emotions that were related to you and soobin. swallowing back his anger that swirled sombrely in the pit of his stomach. though no one was taking notice of his hatred towards soobin, it was only growing more and more day by day.
like a foul stench that would blind your senses, an evil beast that festered malignantly. his distaste towards soobin became a hardened feeling. a prominent one that settled in the front of his chest. growing and branching between his ribs to only pulse in hatred whenever he saw the guy.
he wasnât sure how long heâll be able to hide these feelings though.
because not only was he now dealing with the fact that he had to fight himself back from punching soobin everytime he saw him, he also had his own completely opposite emotions that bloomed like the breathtaking petals of a flower when graced by spring sunlight, his undying and thriving pure love for you.
it made his heart ache in dull pain when he saw the damage soobin was causing to you. his own insides ripping apart whenever you would come crying onto jenoâs shoulder because of another argument with your jerk of a boyfriend, he was growing tired. almost as tired as you were becoming from holding his shaking fists back from marking soobinâs god forsaken face. tired from actually capturing his tongue between his teeth before vile words spilled past his lips towards him.
he was so tired with this routine. so sickened of the way you were struggling and struggling. stuck in a bubble of anguish and pain formed by soobin that no one was able to pop.
but heeseung always carried a needle around, for safe measures.
the rainy day you decided to frantically knock on his door, your sobs echoing in his house when you buried your face into his chest because you actually found another girlâs number in the same phone that soobin had his eyes stuck on. was the day that heeseung finally snapped.
fuck all of this.
fuck soobin. fuck jeno. fuck both of their feelings. he had you, who so clearly needed a massive amount of attention, of care and love to pour all over your fresh wound that ached in heeseungâs embrace. he felt his heart shattering into the tiniest pieces when you sobbed in his hold. the desperate grip your fingers had on his arms pulling at his insides as he felt his own tears aligning his waterline.
he hated to see you like this. so heartbroken and devastated over a guy that didnât even deserve you one bit. he wouldâve never treated you like soobin. not even for a single second. heeseung wouldâve treated you so much better if only you had looked at him the way heâs always been looking at you for the past months.
if only you took notice of the longing in his eyes. the yearn that clawed at his heartstrings whenever he saw you in front of him. right within armâs reach but so so far away.
but that didnât matter anymore. you were finally away from soobin, that fucker was out of your life and you were in heeseungâs arms. heeseungâs embrace that felt so warm, so welcoming as you fit perfectly in his hold. so right.
so you stayed, feeling the safety and comfort that seeped through your body in heeseungâs presence. a peace of mind that youâve never felt with anyone, not even with your own brother. that lulled you into calmness, heeseungâs gentle touch that brushed against the skin of your face and neck when he would tenderly caress you as he whispered sweet, calming words to your ear that made the raging storm inside of you sizzle down.
the hurt, the pain and all the agony was pushed aside. stuffed inside of a box discarded into the back of your brain. your head throbbed in pain at the excessive amount of crying you did in heeseungâs arms. a pulsing ache that travelled from the back of your skull to the end of your spine as you sniffled quietly in his arms.
âfeeling better, precious?â he whispered quietly, voice barely audible. so soft and delicate as if he was scared that any unexpected move or sound will scare you. make you cower away in fear. he knew how to speak to you. how to touch you and handle you just the right way.
so affectionate, calm and delicate when handling you. touch as soft as a baby birdâs feather as if you were made of glass, the most precious material that could break and crumble with the slightest incorrect move.
he made you feel so seen, so understood and cared for. you werenât too much for him as soobin claimed you to be. not attention seeking or annoying at all.
ânot really..â you closed your eyes, wet lashes heavy with tear droplets that didnât have the chance to roll down your face, he looked at you. in his eyes an unfamiliar glow. unable to pinpoint or understand exactly what he was feeling, all he knew was that he wanted you close to him.
âwhat can i do to make you feel better, pearl?â the new petname that rolled off his tongue so easily had your heart leaping in your chest, you opened your eyes. glossy vision landing on his own expectant one, he was implying something with his words. both of you aware of the sharp edge in his tone, an invitation that he had slipped towards you. waiting for you to pick it up and accept.
âmake me forget about him..â your warm breath fanned over his face, the feeling of finally having you so close made his head spin. a carnal, hidden urge in him awakening after being discarded and thrown away for so long. stuffed deep inside of him for months, a crippling desire. a wicked desire to have you, has surged forward again.
his emotions, feelings, thoughts everything about you that were invalidated by his rational side. concealed in the name of his morals and beliefs that heâs wrong. he shouldnât desire a taken woman, shouldnât look at his own best friendâs little sister wrongly, were all springing back to life. enlivened at your mere presence. your mere existence and attendance in his hold. and heeseung was no longer holding himself back.
he didnât care if what he was going to be doing aligned with his stupid morals and beliefs anymore. didnât care if you were to wake up tomorrow regretting everything. didnât care if he wasnât going to be able to look at jeno in the eye again. he was finally given a taste of you.
not a whisper of you, not a piece of you, you were entirely served on a silver platter for him only to devour. to ravish. to feast on with ardour. to finally satisfy and satiate the hunger that always ached in his stomach for you.
you were finally here. between his fingertips. within armâs reach, looking at him. staring into his eyes and not only looking at the devoted shine in them directed towards you, you were reciprocating it.
âyeah? thatâs what you want, pretty?â he leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. you closed your eyes at the intimacy. a warmth spreading inside of you before settling into your core. dripping. thatâs what you were. absolutely soaked.
âi want you.â you spoke, hit with an unknown urge to only speak the truth. removing each and every filter from your mind and mouth as you let your tongue speak whatever your brain formed at that current moment. and you wanted heeseung.
and who was he to deny you of that?
your sultry eyes that looked at him in pure lust asking him that? he was gone. your vixen like manners wrapping him in a chokehold. he was such a weak man for you. determined on pleasing you to the best of his ability, make you lose count on the amounts of times heâll push you towards your high just so you can think about him and how good your pretty little cunt feels.
and so heeseung started, laying you on your stomach atop his satin sheets with your hands behind you, restrained by his fastened belt around your wrists while you squirmed on his bed. long, thick fingers that worked past your sopping entrance. leaking mushy walls tightened around his digits as if welcoming them for being inside of your needy pussy. fuck you were drenched.
âwhat a greedy cunt.. sucking my fingers in like this, wonder how long youâve been waiting for this, pearl.â he laughed behind you, busy taking in the way your slick was drizzling down his palm, the way your puffy swollen folds swallowed in his long fingers entirely. the wet sounds from his abuse against your sweet spot was the cherry on top for him.
he was so fucking hard in his pants. his briefs feeling unbearably tight. heeseung breathed out short huffs of breaths, working his way to stretch your tight pussy open before fucking you on his length that he was sure you couldnât take.
especially not with the way you were moaning and thrashing in his bed just from his fingers.
but who could blame you? he felt so good. his elongated fingers brushing against all of your sweet spots so deliciously. you could only imagine how mouth watering his cock would feel when he finally decides to fuck you like youâve always dreamed of.
you couldnât deny the attraction youâve held for heeseung. the twinge at your heart that hoped to tug you towards him, an unknown pull that always made you stay up late at night thinking about heeseung. wondering about heeseung. dreaming about heeseung.
and for the longest time, it made you feel so guilty. so ashamed of the fact that you were thinking of your friend more than your own boyfriend. yet at the same time you heard a tiny voice in your head justifying your actions, a small part of you knew that your boyfriend was really anything but a boyfriend.
you did notice his passive behaviour. his curt responses and cold attitude towards you. but did you actually have the courage to confront soobin about it? to bring it up as an actual issue that was clearly building a separating wall between you two in your relationship? of course no. you decided to turn into a blind eye and hold faith in false beliefs that maybe, just maybe soobin will change one day.
except that day never came. it was never going to.
and the rational, logical part of you knew this. knew this so so well that it decided to give up on soobin long before your heart realised the change in your desire. the change in your mind, the way your thoughts quickly turned from being clouded with soobin, to being thundered with your beloved friend heeseung.
you didnât even realise you had such a drastic change of heart. only coming to the chilling notion of how when you were with soobin, heeseung roamed your mind. when you were talking to jeno. heeseung was filling the back of your head. when soobin was trying to make dry love that lacked any sense of passion with you, you were left to fend for yourself with your fingers, and heeseung in your brain. heeseung on your thoughts, the whisper of âheeseungâ on your tongue when you finally reached the climax soobin couldnât bring you to.
and in the beginning you were scared, terrified even of the thumping in your chest that you were sure anyone could hear if they stepped close enough to you when you were around heeseung. scared of the way your eyes would stray too far away from soobin and remain stuck on heeseung for too long. scared of the way you were only staying in your current relationship not out of love, but out of attachment to soobin when you yearned for heeseung.
hence why the only relief that you found in your love life was in your dreams. your unconscious daydreams that would conjure up a love story, a love vessel that branched between you and heeseung. every night with no fail.
yet you didnât have to worry about this anymore. no longer tied emotionally to the false, unrealistic images and feelings that only existed in your head about heeseung. not when you had him currently groaning out praises to you, showering you with so much love and attention that you missed out on as he fucked you through your first orgasm on his fingers.
âsuch a good girl for me.. cumming around my fingers so well. my obedient little girl.â he trailed kisses from the back of your thighs, wet smacks of his lips against your skin till he reached your shoulder, where he traced his long tongue along your neck. âthink youâre ready for me, precious?â he whispered lustfully into your ear. and god did he sound so much better. so much hotter than in your dreams.
voice almost gruff, an entire octave lower than his usual tone as he pressed his warm body against yours. brushing the exposed, leaking head of his cock and separating your oozing lower lips after discarding himself from his clothes. he was so menacing. teasing you so much when all your body ached for was to be filled up to the brim with his length.
âso needy for me.. look at your cunt trying to suck me in, pearl.â he hissed, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sight of the same hole that he just fucked open with his fingers gaping at him. dribbling more of your syrupy nectar down your inner thighs as if to seduce him. winking at him when you tightened around nothing just to entice him further. making a wave of thrill pass through his body just so he would fill you up.
and well, heeseung was a very weak, weak man when it came to you.
he pushed the head of his cock in. the two of you hissing in sync, your pretty plump lips falling in an âoâ shape while he bit on his lower lip, your gushing walls wrapped around him so tightly the first time he sunk his cock in you. as if greeting him, their new owner before moulding into his shape.
if heeseung stared at your form any longer, he wouldâve came inside of you already, ruining both of your fun. but goodness was seeing you twitching in his bed, plush thighs pushed to the sides so he can stuff his cock inside of you so fully while your arms shook and jerked around his own belt was a divine sight. one he quickly imprinted onto his brain to always go back to whenever needed.
but something told him that that wasnât going to happen, he doesnât need to depend on his memory anymore. he felt like he was going to be able to experience the real deal after this.
he pushed his hips forward, thrusting in and brushing right against your g-spot that had you whining his name almost automatically. âfound it..â he smirked in victory, âthatâs your weak spot isnât it, pearl?â leaning down just a bit to inch closer to your ear, âyour sweet sweet spot, baby.â you felt tears aligning your eyes. glossing over when he continued to nudge his hips against your spot. the one corner in your walls that had you seeing stars.
legs already shaking under him, you mewled his name so adorably. each huff and puff of air past your glistening lips made his heart skip a beat. he was growing even more obsessed with you than he already was. ây-yes seung.. thatâsâ oh my god.. thatâs it!â you whined and sobbed for him.
heeseung sucked a deep breath in, lips kissing his teeth as his body felt like it was lit ablaze. so many months of daydreaming about this current moment that he was in right now paid off. you felt so hot. so pliant. so malleable under him. body reacting to each touch of his so sweetly, like your body recognised his as its other half before either of you did.
âsuch a good- haah shit.. such a good pussy.. sucking me in so well. you feel fuckinâ divine, pretty.â his eyes rolled into the back of his head from the way your cunt just kept gushing and sputtering out wetness before wrapping around his cock and sucking him back in deep. so so deep he was bruising your insides.
âj-just for you daddy..â a broken, quiet sentence that was almost unheard. almost went unnoticed. but heeseung was so glad he caught it. as the second that endearing name fell past your parted lips, he felt an entire electric shock shoot through his spine.
his mind was reeling, breaths growing uneven as your voice played like a broken record in his head, so pretty. so small. so frail and so delicate. as sensitive and precious as an actual pearl you were. heeseung was sinking in so much deeper in love than he already was with you.
âyeah, little girl? daddyâs making you feel good, isnât he?â he was so careful. each move of his made solely for the purpose of pleasing you. of pushing you closer and closer to your peak of pleasure. and before you realised it, your climax broke down upon you like a dam. tears rolling down your cheeks and onto heeseungâs pillowcases as he fucked you through your high.
god did it feel so relieving. so alleviating to have someone put your pleasure first, to push you to your pleasure first. to care for you, think about you and make love to you for you. it was so different. so delicious you couldnât help but ravish in the ecstasy of it all. your first ever experience of pure, arrant love.
it wasnât only heeseung that was getting high off of the pleasure of experiencing you for the first time, your mind was also reeling from experiencing such pleasure for the first time. âsâgood daddy.. too good! you feel so warm.â hicupping and babbling on as heeseung only continued to thrust in more harshly.
he felt so feverish, the temperature of his body rising while his room turned steamier. it was almost as if he could no longer breathe. not that his mind registered that feeling in the first place, the only thing he could process was the way your pussy was trying to suck him back in more and more and more.
he leaned forward, allowing his hot exhales of breath to fan against your ear. hand sneaking between your shaking thighs and circling around your clit. âyou can give daddy another one, canât you pearl?â he whimpered next to your ear. his eyelids droopy as he held back on his own climax.
he rolled his hips in circular motion against yours, no longer thrusting his leaking cock in and out and only pressing his mushroom shaped tip onto your cervix, the sensation of him so close, so deep and so hot on top and inside of you made your eyes roll to the back of your head, his movements incessant as he worked and guided your body towards another release.
âf-fuck..â sobbing under heeseung as he coaxed another orgasm out of you, he cooed besides your ear as his hands quickly unclasped his belt from around your wrists, making your hands grip desperately onto the sheets while his laced around your shaking legs, tongue peeking out to lick against your tears as he felt relief in his chest at the sight of you crying from pure pleasure and not over your ex.
the feeling of being so intimately connected to you, having you entrust him with your body and pleasure made his head reel. you being so close to him was a dream come true for heeseung. and now that he had you in tears underneath him, he was never going to be able to let go of this moment.
every second of this night has already been engraved in his head. every emotion and every fast thump of his heart tattooed itself on his memory, and it made him feel so good. so accomplished, he felt complete.
he buried his face in your neck, relishing in the way your body was shivering because of him, the goosebumps that aligned your skin because of his touch, relishing in the feeling of having you around him in every way. âyou feel so good, princess..â he drunkenly spoke, his orgasm creeping up on him as he continued to grind against you.
âwrapped around daddy so well, pearl.â he groaned, every sniffle and whimper that left your mouth due to his lewd words went straight to his throbbing cock, he felt like he was seconds away from releasing and filling you up entirely. the thought alone making his jaw clench in delirium.
âwant daddy to fill you up, baby?â he whispered, his smirk evident in his whisper. luring you slowly into his trap that seemed so effective with the way you whimpered for him and tightened around him more. so pleased, ecstatic and needy of the mere idea.
âp-please, daddy! please fill me up.. give me your babies..â you begged, weaker hands wrapped around his forearms to keep him in place while your cunt squeezed around him, gushing around his cock just to urge him to not pull out and fill you up instead.
and fuck heeseung was losing it.
your words almost awakening something animalistic in him, a noxious urge to truly fill you up, give you his babies and keep you just for himself only. in that exact moment, all the worries from heeseungâs shoulders evaporated.
your brother no longer mattered, soobin no longer mattered, he himself didnât matter anymore. he only needed to have you stuck with him for eternity. by his side forever, and you were asking him to do exactly that. asking him so desperately. how could he refuse?
after all, heeseung was a very weak man when it came to you.
âgonna take all of daddyâs babies, pearl?â he chuckled, sweat rolling off of his temples as the coil in his stomach tightened further, the feeling making his voice crack at the end. you nodded frantically under him, nails digging into his skin yet the pain made him hiss in pleasure.
âplease give it to me..â you moaned as you felt another release wash over you, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks while heeseung bit your skin at the overwhelming waves of ecstaty that crashed on him. âiâm your good girl, daddy arenât i? i deserve it.. please.â fuck you sounded so starved. the mere longing in your voice, you calling yourself his good girl made him lose his mind.
and before heeseung could even realise it, he was pumping you full with his warm ropes of cum, both of you groaning in vehement, blinding euphoria while he peppered kisses around your neck and jaw. âof course youâre my good girl, baby fuuuckâ youâre my prettiest girl.â his own legs started to shake in pleasure as he rode out his high.
keeping himself so deep inside of you, pushing his load deeper with each slight thrust while he stayed above you. whispering praise after praise for you just to show you how much he truly loves you. heeseung was ready to die for you.
and once his high subsided, he carefully laid next to you, moving you gently to your side and staying rooted deep inside of you before covering both of your bodies with his blanket.
he placed a loving kiss to your temple, arms wrapped protectively around your weak and spent body. âsleep well, pearl.â he spoke, âdonât think about anything, daddyâs here.â you felt the way his hold tightened around you.
you felt too fatigued to reply, instead tilting your head just enough to kiss his hand that was close to your neck, the small gesture carrying your love for the man behind you, making his heart thunder in his chest as you fell asleep, feeling so protected and loved for the first time in so long.
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SIM JAEYUN âââ ìŹìŹì€
sim jaeyun was great at many things. acing his physics exams, being the best captain for his universityâs football team and being an absolute sweetheart to his teachers and friends.
the only thing that sim jaeyun sometimes lacked in was his ability to give a fuck. especially when it came to his childhood friend, his one sided enemy and shameless copycat.
lee anton, whoâs also a close family friend of jake. has been living in his shadow ever since the two could even walk. countless comparisons between the two young boys drew a very fat, drastic line that only distanced them from one another without their parentsâ realisation.
sure, anton and jake mightâve sat next to each other at family dinners, passed each other tissues or salt, but the second they were outside of the dining room or the house that pushed them to be in the same vicinity? it was over.
their so called âfriendshipâ was only a show the two of them had unspokenly agreed on in order to not have their families pry into their lives. and for the longest time, it worked.
jake didnât care. jake couldnât even bring himself to care about anything anton related while that clearly wasnât the case for anton.
call it his insecurities or doubts towards everything, he always watched jaeyun from the sidelines with a glint in his eyes that not even he could decipher, whether it was admiration or envy. the only thing anton was sure he felt towards jake, was resentment.
years and years of all of his actions getting nitpicked and compared to jakeâs made him only strive to be more. to be better than jake. to reach heights and places the older one could only dream of. but at the same time his dreams only stayed as that, dreams.
because jakeâ he was untouchable. a dude that had everything and anything really. he was perfect in every aspect. excellent grades, respected by all the sport coaches, admired by every teacher and fawned over by every girl.
and it sickened anton.
because he had multiple things that now he had to improve on, he couldnât find the one singular thing that jake didnât have that he could snatch. the one thing he could reach and claim before his enemy could even think about it. he had to figure out a way to make jake jealous, to pay for all of these years of one sided rivalry that only made anton almost lose his sanity.
and so he did.
he found exactly what would set jake off. the only way to turn the tables around and have jake eyeing him from the sidelines.
his crush. anton managed to date you, jakeâs obsession and love that no one except his close circle of friends knew about. he had you wrapped around his finger.
you see now as mentioned before, jake didnât care. he didnât care what other opinions people had on him, who were getting compared to him or who he was getting compared to himself. he was content and happy in being present in his own bubble, surrounded by his own people he knew he could trust. and well just lived his life.
except he couldnât do that anymore. not when anton, who was determined to climb up towards jakeâs level by also becoming the co-captain of the universityâs football teamâ walked around the halls with his arm wrapped around your waist and lips close to your ear as he whispered a stupid joke that made you laugh. right. in front. of jake.
jake was livid.
for the longest time in his life, he never felt the need to reach his hands out towards something that didnât come for him first. his eyes never strayed too far away from things that were already meant for him. as difficult as this was to hear for others, jake was simply gifted in many factors in life.
he didnât try too hard to study and ace all his tests. he was just very intelligent and paid a great amount of attention in his lectures, it wasnât his fault that he was ridiculously handsome that (as cliche as this sounds) girls fangirled over him when he would pass by the halls. and it really didnât cost a lot to not be an asshole to others.
so for jake to feel the need to have. the crave to own. the urge to desire something that he wasnât already divinely gifted? was making him pissed.
he wasnât even sure himself when his crush on you started, or how it developed to be something that gnawed at his heartstrings everyday. when the smart student of his physics class turned from someone that he only used to admire during his lectures into someone he thought about before falling asleep everynight. what he did know though was the fact that he wanted you.
and was jake someone that didnât get what he wanted? pfft of course no.
thatâs why he had youâ antonâs beloved girlfriend who he seemed to forget multiple dates with because he spent too much time ogling jakeâ clenching down on his leaking length that thrusted past your sopping hole.
âf-fuck! jakeâ shit! heâs going to hear us!â you mewled his name, body feeling excessively warm, heart thundering against your chest in both anxiety and excitement at the thought of being caught with jake, sweat rolled down both of your bodies while you desperately clawed at jakeâs open locker.
jake was currently balls deep inside of you in the football teamâs locker room.
where anton was just a hallway away, calling out your name since he had to apologise for missing your fourth date this week.
âscared of letting that asshole hear us? haahâ i have no idea why youâre still- fuck.. with him when you have me, angel girl.â he breathed out heavily next to your ear, eyes closing in pleasure as he thrusted into your walls that only seemed to suck him in further and further. he was feeling so ecstatic. so high on your touch and presence that he was holding himself back from filling you up entirely.
you pushed your hips back, actions completely contradicting your own words as you kept tightening around jake with each whiny moan that fell past his bitten lips, âyou know i canât leave him..â you whined, head pressing against the lockers while jake leaned down, hovering his chest above your back.
âwhy is that, baby? is he remembering all your dates? shit- is he buying you all the jewellery you deserve, angel? i-is he fucking you as good as i am right now?â he bit against the shell of your ear, voice growing desperate, needy, ravenous just to hear you say the words he wants to hear. his satisfaction bubbling in his stomach when you shook your head to everything he groaned to you, denying each and every action that jake wouldâve done for you in a heartbeat.
âno! no no he doesnâtâ hmm he d-doesnât- fuck! only you do!â you thrashed under his hold, hips jerking forward from his grip as your abdomen only tightened and tightened further. you felt so good. the stretch of his thick cock splitting you open burned so well. you loved having him so deep inside of you, leaking tip of his dick pressing and kissing all over your sweet spots that had stars spinning around your head.
he laughed breathlessly behind you, reveling in your praises and the way each word was only a further push into his inflated ego, he already knew all of this. he knew how shitty anton was treating you as he was too busy trying to make him jealous. he knew every and each move anton was trying to pull but none of it was going to work.
as he was too busy to study jakeâs reactions to even realise that he had his own girlfriend cumming around his enemyâs cock so prettily. falling apart in jakeâs embrace as jake only cooed and encouraged you even more. to cum more. to make a mess over his cock. to claim him as yours just as badly as he wanted to claim you as his.
and thatâs exactly what you did, with the way his cock kept bullying its way back inside of your walls that continued to milk him for all heâs worth. relishing in the feeling of his hot cum filling you up with warm and thick ropes of his load, you continued to do what he wanted. forming a sheen ring of your combined juices around the base of his cock.
jake kept fucking into you, whispering words after words of praise hotly into your ear while your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. his hand let go of your hip to push in between your sticky inner thighs, fingers working deftly in rubbing circular motions onto your throbbing clit that only pulsed in need under his touch. âtelling me to stop.. when sheâs sucking me in this well.â he groaned, breaths getting caught in his throat as he felt hot white pleasure spreading all over his body.
âasking me to not fuck you⊠only thinking about your stupid boyfriend what about her then?â he slapped against your cunt, the wet sounds of his fingers landing on your wet, glistening skin had your mind reeling. âalways so selfish not thinking about her.. oh but i always do. i canât get this pretty cunt out of my head baby.â he shivered behind you, getting lost in the way you kept sucking him in due to his words.
the two of your bodies were moulding into one at this point, your flimsy panties that were pushed to the side with your skirt pushed upwards and jakeâs shorts that were pooling by his ankles were the last of your concerns, him fucking you this good and this deep in the public space of your lockerâs room was also discarded into the back of your head that was getting gradually fucked into subspace.
your senses heightened, only processing the feeling of jakeâs swollen, pulsing tip kissing and pushing against your throbbing cervix that begged to be filled up with his cum over and over again, filled up to the brim as many times as jake could give to you till the two of your bodies gave out.
âyou donât actually want me to s-stop do you, baby?â his voice became shaky, matching your own shaky breathes as he bit against the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders. his hips began to grind against yours, thick swollen balls pressed against the curve of your ass as he barely pulled out an inch or two before stuffing you full of his cock. ât-think about her, princess.â he starts to slap against your pussy again, gentle wet slaps that echo embarrassingly loud in the empty lockerâs room.
âtelling me to pull out when sheâs so greedy fâme?â he moans, chest heaving in deep gulps of breath as he kept holding his orgasm back, reminding himself to not cum before you again. âtell me baby, will he ever breed this pretty little cunt like iâm about to right now?â his hand that was gripping your hip dug his fingers into your plush skin further, leaving indents of his sharp nails behind while you mewled in pained pleasure at the sensation.
you loved it when he marked you, admiring all his marks whenever anton wasnât home and hiding them away from his eyes, it made you feel excited. a rush of joy sparking in your stomach at the thought of these marks being a secret only you and jake knew about.
ân-no no.. he wonât, jakey he c-canât!â you hiccuped, his favourite pet name spilling out while you felt your used, swollen pussy aching in pain and need. you felt so wasted, so febrile as your cunt only spasmed around him needily no matter how sore you already were feeling. and jake loved it so much when your body began to respond to him, reacting to every touch and contact made by him and he knew each response like the back of his hand.
he doubted if anton knew how to get your body like this too. flushed and burning in his hold, saturated pussy walls milking and squeezing him, salty droplets of sweat that dribbled down the back of your neck that he had no problem licking up. there was no way anton knew your body like he did.
he knew exactly which buttons to push and which parts to pull, just like how he knew that thrusting his hips so deep to the point where your cervix felt bruised while sneaking one of his hands under your shirt to tug at your hardened nipple and slither his other hand to wrap around your neck, pressing lightly just to make your head spin will have you unraveling again on his throbbing cock.
âthere you go princess..â he breathed out, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls calmped down on him. cunt wrapping around his thick cock like a vice as you creamed and made a mess over his dick just how he liked it. âfeels good, angel?â he spoke against the skin of your neck, hands now moving to grip onto his own locker door to stabilise himself. you nodded dumbly to his words. eyes closed as electrifying waves of euphoria twitched along your body.
âgood baby.. so so good tâme.. you can take more canât you now? my pretty girl?â he spoke over the approaching yells of anton, your name spilling past his lips as his eyes darted everywhere in the halls to find your figure. though he didnât know why his feet led him into the hallway of the football teamâs locker room, he just decided to not wonder about it too much.
and you mightâve not been able to hear him over the incessant ringing in your ears as you came down from your high that jake fucked you dumb towards but oh he heard it so clearly. the tone of desperation in his voice was like music to jakeâs ears. this right here, was his chance. and he was going to take it no matter what happens.
âthink you can take a bit more, princess?â he began to move his hips again, nasty, loud and squelching wet noises echoing in the lockerâs room as he pulled in and out allowing a glistening, clear mixed with white mixture of both of your arousals to dribble past your inner thighs, he looked down at the sight of his veiny cock glistening in your syrupy juices. the locker roomâs lights reflecting off your pretty stuffed cunt and his thick cock that disappeared between your dripping folds. god he could cum right now if he wanted to. but he still held back.
his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing slightly to bend you down more. deepening the arch of your back to make his cock slip past your drizzling folds, each thrust of his against your hips almost splattering your filthy wetness over your ass cheeks and his pelvis. he pulled his hips slightly back before ramming them forward again. the ridiculously wet noise in combination with your sinful moan made his muscles tighten.
his abs flexing as he lifted his shirt, tugging the hem of it between his teeth to allow the gushing combination of your juices to climb up his stomach, revelling in the way your pussy spurted out more cum, more squirt and more of your sweet syrupy nectar combined with his own on his skin. in a way he felt like you were marking him, rightfully staining your own territory and it made him feral.
âbaby?â the distant yells of anton became closer and closer. the stupid pet name that he dared to call you made jake scoff. his jealousy, envy and all nastily negative emotions that swirlied within him made him fuck you harder. harsher. his length pulling at your walls, tugging against your sweet spots making you sob and wail his name, jakeâs name in the lockerâs room.
âwhoâs fucking you this good, princess?â he growled, drool dribbling past the corner of his lips as sweat rolled down his temples, the salty droplets finding purchase on his glowing skin before falling atop your shining one. ây-you! jakey.. fuck! oh my god- you you you!â you babbled on, if jakeâs mouth was covered in drool yours was a mess. you salivated more and more as he bullied his cock inside of you, marking and moulding your insides to only fit his length. only recognise his dick and veins that decorated his cock.
âwhatâs my name baby? say it. yell it. scream it, princess. let them all hear who you belong to.â his shaking hand turned to land a harsh slap against your right ass cheek, palm burning at the aggressive contact of your soft skin with his making you cry even more under him. face almost pressed against the cool metal of the locker, pearly tears falling freely onto the wet puddle that the two of you had formed on the floor right between your legs.
âjakey!â you gasped loudly, vision blurry with both overstimulated pleasure and your own tears. a hot pounding forming in the back of your head as jake continued to fuck you stupid on his thick inches that dragged along your creaming walls, clenching and clamping down on him in cadence to his thrusts.
âthatâs not my name, princess.â he frustratedly groaned, he was almost able to hear antonâs foot steps as they approached the lockerâs room where he had you bent over and sucking in his cock like the perfect slut for him that you were. the slut that anton didnât even know existed but jake had memorised like the back of his hand.
âd-daddy!â you choked out, swallowing back sobs as another orgasm washed over you, cumming so hard around jakeâs cock while he continued to fuck into you, each squirt of your sopping pussy only encouraged him to push back into your cunt. âpushing me out now, is she?â he moaned, head thrown back in pleasure at the added pressure of your cunt both pushing him out and sucking him back in. making his head reel in ecstasy.
âsay my name, baby. say it. who owns this fucking pussy?â he thrusted back, attempting to piston his mushroom tip against your sweet spots to make you see stars. âyou do, daddy! you do!â mewling under him as your own nails began to dig into your skin. jake felt so much euphoria rushing deep in his veins at your words. the sound of your whiny voice mewling and moaning so sweetly for him while your body squirmed under his hold made him so happy. he had you exactly where he wanted.
at the best position for anton to see right when he walks past the door of the lockerâs room.
âam i fucking this pretty cunt good, princess? want me to fill your cheating pussy up? knock you up so you have no choice but to stay with me and not your asshole of a boyfriend, hm?â he egged you on, knowing so so well that anton heard everything. the loud screech of his sneakers against floor of the hallway telling him everything he needed to know and god jake was on cloud fucking nine right now.
âgonna let me breed you? make you pregnant with my baby. have you all round and pretty carrying my baby so youâre mine forever.â he leaned down to kiss against your neck, his balls squeezing more tightly as he finally let go. allowing all the cum stored in them to push against your pretty cervix and womb. filling you up with his hot ropes of cum, knocking you up just how he wanted.
jake didnât even mind the shocked gasp the fell past antonâs lips at the sight, too high. too drunk and wasted on the feeling of the way your pussy was sucking him in as he triggered another orgasm from you because of his own, he hummed at the feeling, soft whimpers falling past his lips while he held you close to him. god he was cumming so so much. filling you up to the brim so well you could feel his cum flooding your insides, filling up your swollen pussy and uterus so well. there was no way it didnât take.
your drool was dribbling past your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jake grinding up against your ass to ride both of your highs out, his hand pressed against the bloated bulge in your lower stomach while broken sobs and whispers of his name made it to his ears. your body was so weak. so used and so utterly exhausted from the continuous fucking and breeding. âfeeling tired, mama?â he whispered lustfully against your ear, peeking one eye towards the locker roomâs door just in time to catch the faint sight of antonâs sneakers quickly disappearing behind the walls.
he smiled, satisfaction and happiness bubbling in his insides at the thought of finally having you. with no worries or concerns of anton. he felt so joyous. so relieved that you no longer had to deal with that asshole. he finally had you all to himself.
he kept his softening cock buried inside of you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. you felt so soft, so nice and warm in his hands when you moved your hand back to tug at his neck, you turned your head back and connected your lips to his.
and just that action alone had jakeâs heart bursting with love, he finally had you wrapped around his finger just how you had him for the longest time.
â YANG JUNGWON ⥠ìì ì
for yang jungwon, life had always been on easy mode. as if playing an easier, more smoother game of life with less bumps and obstacles in his path. everything almost moulded to his liking and every unfavourable decision changed for the sweethearted guy.
his life was nothing short than averageâ he was a remarkably good student, great president of his class. trusted tremendously by the teachers, very dearly loved by all animalsâ well okay maybe his life wasnât that average.
but he just liked to believe that it was fate, or luck, one of those two didnât matter which one but he did know that there was some other higher power that played an important role in all of his life events. as surely there was a reasoning behind every single thing that happens in his world.. or maybe not somethings are just meant to be the way the are.
much like his confusing rivalry with his number one public enemy, the guy that he would actually have no problem with killing if he could, haruto.
the hatred, dislike and absolute loath the two shared against each other was a mystery to not only the people surrounding them, but to their own selves as well. jungwon couldnât pinpoint exactly when his relationship with haruto had began to bend incorrectly but as far as he remembersâ itâs always been like that.
the two couldnât stand each other to stay in the same room. throwing nasty glares at one another before turning their heads to spew hateful words. âthis fucking assholeâ âthis stupid bastardâ and their friends were used to it. no matter how many times they attempted to understand, to really know the reason as to just why there was so much ill dislike between themâ they just couldnât reach anything.
âbecause heâs a cocky son of a biââ âyeah okay i think thatâs enough.â jungwon got cut off by his younger friend ni-ki when asked about his unexpected distaste towards haruto, no one bothered to figure out the weird and unexplained hostility between the two boys after that.
and for the longest time, with no interaction points between the two. everything seemed to be fine. both of their hearts calming down from beating so much hatred, mouths empty from nasty words and a calm and collected peace of mind for all parties.
but that didnât last that long.
you see, jungwon wasnât the best when it came to maintaining relationshipsâ not in a cheating or unloyal kind of way. he just didnât feel like he was reciprocating the same amount of effort and dedication he was receiving in a relationship, hence most of the ones heâs went through had reached their demise before they were able to fully bloom.
blame it on his busy schedule and duty filled routines, he just sometimes couldnât push an entire romantic relationship to handle and be apart of into his life at certain periods.
something that haruto was clearly able to do. and god he did not let anyone hear the end of it, especially jungwon.
the problem wasnât the fact that jungwon couldnât keep a relationship anymore. jungwon had always wanted to be in one, to be loved and appreciated and doted on by someone he wholeheartedly trusted and saw a future with. he wasnât afraid to love either. it was just the time factor that he wasnât sure about giving. not the satisfactory amount for a lover atleast.
but for haruto to rub all of this into his face when he sat at a lunch table with his arm slinged around your hips as you gazed at him with hearts in your eyes? was a bit too much.
âthatâs why you canât keep a fucking relationship!â this sentence coming from haruto during another argument a mere two days later after seeing you two in the cafeteria? oh jungwon was fuming.
this was it. if haruto was so concerned about jungwon being unable to keep a relationship, why not just snatch away his?
which explains how you currently landed in this situation, laying sideways on his bed. one of his hands gently held your leg, keeping an open entrance for him to plunge his cock back inside of your wetness. he felt so ecstatic. so deep as he shoved his thick inches inside of your gummy walls. length exploring and massaging your insides so wonderfully you couldnât help but moan so prettily for him, small praises tumbling past your lips. you were so dizzy in pleasure.
âfeels good, precious?â he would mumble behind you, his own eyelids shut tightly at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in greedily. a ravenous grip around the base of his cock that had him seeing stars. âsâgood won.. f-fuck.. tâ feels amazing..â you huffed, pearly droplets of sweat shimmering prettily over your body as he rolled his hips up against your ass.
his thrusts were short, not too much power behind him as he was so drunk off of your pussy already. they were just right. pushing and kneading against your sweet spots so deliciously and making you bite you lower lip harsh enough to draw a metallic taste into your mouth. he was stuffing you so well. fucking you so good you couldnât even think about anything else.
especially not the date with haruto you were supposed to be on like right now.
and jungwon knew about it. he knew so well exactly what haruto was planning to do on this date, which flowers he was buying and to which restaurant he wanted to take you to make up for the fact that he was an actual asshole just like jungwon had always known.
because what sane man would be mean to you? no matter how many times you tried to hide it from everyoneâs eyes, jungwon knows that youâre not happy in your relationship with haruto. hellâ he even got into a relationship to make him jealous in the first place. it wasnât out of love or whatever lie he was feeding you.
no one except jungwon knew about the disgusting and degrading comments and names haruto would make about you. about his horrible manners and actions that would only make you question the whole purpose of this relationship, because loveâ what was known as the basis for every relationship, was clearly missing in this one.
but you were too attached to realise that, too used to being around haruto to consider anyone else. so what if he was rude to you? atleast he was your boyfriend. or well.. that was until jungwon walked into the picture, more like waltzed into your life.
âyou feel so good around me, doll. milking my cock with this pretty cuntâ fuuuck youâre so good to me.â he praised you on and on. mouth and tongue never getting tired from showering you with compliments, something drastically different from you were used to and it felt so nice. different, but a welcomed different.
you shyed away adorably from him, whimpering in his hold as tears sprung into your eyes from both the sensitivity of your cunt and your heart, he felt the way your walls tightened around him at his words. the feeling paired with your body turning warmer and your cute mewls made him coo in your ear. how cute can someone be?
he couldnât wrap his head around the fact that haruto had actually managed to score you. to date you out of all people. such a sweet souled woman that only deserved praise, love and affection. all things that jungwon couldnât help but shower you with as you laid under him, taking his cock so well like a good girl. seriously how could haruto not treat you right?
though questioning haruto did become something jungwon gave up on ages ago. the only point he took away from that was if haruto is wrong about something, then thereâs a very high chance that jungwonâs right.
and haruto was so so wrong about degrading you. treating you so poorly when all you needed were a few soft whispers of how well you were doing, what a pretty girl you were as you took his big cock in so sweetly to get you to glow more. to flourish right before his eyes when you bucked your hips back against his. eyes shutting in ecstasy while butterflies fluttered in your stomach. feeling so loved and appreciated in the arms of a man you knew would never hurt you.
jungwon was enamoured by you. drowning completely in adoration and love for you. you were so warm in his embrace, body so pliant and responsive to his every move. almost like you were made for his touch. made to allow his fingertips to burn along your skin as they trailed from your waist down to your leg.
so needy, so so desperate to feel him all over you. and he felt the same way. the urge to press his skin against yours, cover your body with his and mould both of them into one you couldnât tell apart where he was ending and where you were starting, everything felt so hot. so warm so electrictifying as he fucked you open on his cock in a way youâve never felt before.
âp-please.. leave him for me bunny..â he stuttered out, throat closing up when your walls clamped down on him at the sound of his voice so distant, an entire pitch higher and so debauched in you. you shook your head mindlessly at his words, unable to agree to them, haruto still held a small precious spot in your heart. you were still attached.
âyou know he doesnât deserve you, precious..â his chest heaved in heavy gulps of air, his own waterline aligning with tears as he desperately clawed at your body as if he was almost panicked at the thought of you not leaving. begging you to leave his own enemy and become his. he wanted you so bad. to call you his so bad. to claim you, to please you and to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
and he could tell you wanted him just as badly. if your body language was anything to go by, he would think you were in love with him already. you were so good to him. felt so incredible around him he couldnât help but feel his body floating in utter euphoria, pure ecstasy with you.
âi c-canât.. i canât do that won.. sâtoo mean..â you hiccuped, tears rushing down your pretty face making him coo, he slithered his other hand down your waist, middle and ring finger teasing your throbbing clit that pulsed with need. you were so close to the edge of your climax your eyes rolled back when he began to rub slow circles on your aching bud. almost matching them along with the rolls of his hips against yours.
he was fucking you so well. so good. teetering on the edge of complete pleasure as his heavy balls pressed against the wet curve of your ass with every motion. the sound so lewd and sinful it made your head spin with each smack! smack! everything felt too good. too much.
âdonât you think him not fucking this pretty cunt good is too mean, bun?â he laughed breathlessly, eyelids fluttering shut when his raging hot tip that leaked tremendous amounts of pre nudged against your cervix, you sobbed out incoherent words. mind turning into a puddle of mush in your skull as you were unable to process or think about anything other than jungwonâs dick fucking you open like this.
he nudged his nose against your ear, hand and hips picking up in speed to ram inside of your snug cunt that only seemed to suck him in further. sticky, glistening ropes of arousal connected his hips and pelvis to your ass cheeks that were covered in a white mess. you had lost count about the amount of times youâve creamed on him now, and jungwon didnât mind at all.
with your hot breaths fanning against one another, warm, sweaty bodies moving in cadence and your insides feeling so sensitive and sore, neither of you were able to pick up the echoing sound of your phone ringing on the bedside table. the call coming from none other than haruto.
âcome to me pretty bunny.. leave him and- haahâ shit.. come to me.â he moaned by your ear, finger incessant in rubbing against your clit and to coax out another orgasm out of you and another and another.
you were feeling so delirious at this point. having jungwonâ a guy that your heart soared for fucking you and dragging out so many highs out of you while begging you to leave your asshole of a boyfriend was so.. intense. it was so much. way too much for your brain to comprehend.
âyou know i-i can treat you better right?⊠so much better than him..â he whined, so lost on you, so gone and drunk on the flavour of you atop his senses. overtaking his every thought, his every idea, his entire brain and whole heart completely. and he loved it. as if hexed by a spell you casted upon him, he relished in it.
and you revelled in his attention, his love that he continued to rain on you, possessed by his presence and enchanted entirely. as if stuck under his hypnosis, the movements of his body against yours, his whispers of sweet words, sweet promises and dirty nasty things he would do to you if you were his had you hexed so so deep into his own spell. tangled in a passion dedicated to him and formed by him only.
you nodded in a lucid manner to his words, eyes droopy as they opened and closed with your vision blurry. you could barely pick up the way you were unraveling around his length again. gummy walls clamping down around the base of his cock for the nth time in the past few hours as you came so hard.
âjust like that bun⊠cumming around my cock so good doll.. needy cunt sucking me in so so well.â he spoke deliriously, his own consciousness slipping away before he finally heard your ringtone. the thought of it being haruto made his inside twinge in excitement. his hand moved imperceptibly, wrapping his fingers around the device while you were still lost in your stupor of pleasure.
he glanced at the small screen and couldnât help the wide cheshire grin that spread across his features at the sight of âharuto âĄâ this was it.
he quickly answered the call, lowering the volume to not have you hear his worries and apologies that instantly began to spill out the speaker. you were so caught up in your own high, eyes closed as jungwon kept rocking his hips against yours making you get stuck on subspace as he remained restless. not taking a second to stop and trapping you in a constant state of ecstasy. and you were loving every second of it.
âfeeling good, baby bunny?â he asked loudly, unnoticeably switching the phone to his other hand that kept holding your leg up and lowering the speaker right against your cunt. making the wet smacking sounds, the slaps of his heavy balls against your ass echo in harutoâs ears as he felt his heart drop.
that voice. was too familiar for his liking.
âsâgood won.. shitâ feels sâgood..â you babbled on, soft hands gripping roughly at his ruined bedsheets as there was almost a puddle forming between the two of your bodies, more cum more wetness more arousal seeping out of your fucked hole when jungwon would pull slightly out. a mere inch that will make his cum leak outside of your gummy walls before squeezing himself back in and god the sound was so filthy. so nasty as it echoed for all three of you.
âwhoâs making you feel this good, hm? tell me whoâs filling up this pretty little greedy cunt, bun?â he bit against your ear, licking the shell of it sensually as the need and urge to devour you was just worsening with every second. he needed to feel you everywhere, taste you everywhere and touch you everywhere.
âyou areâ fuck! youâre making me feel so good.â you mewled under his hold. writhing in complete pleasure and ecstasy as he kept pushing his cock between your puffy and glistening folds. âwhatâs my name, my pretty bunny?â he whispered lewdly into your ear, his mere voice almost acting like an aphrodisiac for you. making you more needier and wetter for him.
âdaddy! ngh daddy you feel sâgood!â gasping his favourite name for him so loudly, unaware of the fact that haruto choked on his own spit at how slutty you sounded. voice almost an entire pitch higher and voracious. he felt his own pants tightening at the filthy sounds filling his ears. you never sounded like this with him hellâ your room never sounded like this when you were with him.
âgood girl.. such a good obedient little bunny for me, screaming her daddyâs name like the good bunny she is..â he kissed along your skin lovingly, dropping the phone onto the bed without a care if haruto had hung up or not, you were right in front of him and he wasnât able to not give you his full attention. not when you sounded so slutty and needy for him.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, relishing in the way your cunt tightened and tightened around his cock as another orgasm washed over you, you sobbed his name, pretty little tears falling along his stained bedsheets as he switched the position.
he gently laid down your aching leg, the soreness of your body making you wince with the combined pleasure before he situated himself onto his knees. holding your thighs open just enough to see your ruined gaping hole leaking in front of him. the sight making his pulsating cock twitch before he pushed it back inside of you.
the two of you groaned in pleasure, both of you way past being gone. you were completely cock drunk while he was entirely pussy drunk. his mind spun with the way you still tried to suck him deeper, tight mushy walls milking his length and greedily clamping down on him. âf-fuck iâm sâclose bun.. gonna let me cum inside of your slutty pussy, hm?â he breathed out. sweat rolling from his temples down his chest and even reaching his glistening, muscular thighs.
you buried your head against the pillow, mind completely high and lost on the way jungwon kept fucking you into subspace. nodding against the wet pillowcases as jungwon was almost about to push past your cervix. âthatâs my girl.. my pretty little bunny letting me breed her pussy like this.â he groaned, his abdomen tightening further before he finally released the cum stored in his heavy balls that slapped noisily onto your inner thighs.
hot, long spurts of his cum webbed along your insides, filling you up to the brim and pressing right against your cervix. your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your lower stomach almost bloating with his cum. he was releasing so so much. warm cum making your insides turn hotter as he kept fucking it back inside of you.
his groans and moans, whispers of your name and how good you felt barely reached your ringing ears, hell he couldnât even hear his own words himself. his ears popping as he finally released the final spurts of his unusually prolonged and intense release before he dropped on top of you. caging your body beneath his.
he cracked one eye open, moving to look at the phone screen that just now closed as haruto finally hung up from the call. he noticed the way you were trying to catch your breath, slipping in and out of consciousness and took this as an opportunity to open your phone.
memorising your password as harutoâs stupid birthday, he quickly went through your home screen to find your messages. where he could already spot multiple notifications from his enemy.
haruto âĄ: you fucking bitch
haruto âĄ: how dare you fuck my own enemy out of everyone else
haruto âĄ: i shouldâve never trusted a whore like you
jungwon felt his eye twitching at the way he was texting you. anger rising up like along with the fatigue in his body before he tapped onto your keyboard
my love â„ïž: never text this number again you stupid asshole.
read
haruto ⥠is typingâŠ
and before he could text another nasty message, he blocked his number for good.
now discarding your phone back onto the bedside table, he turned towards you littering your shoulders and exposed skin with affectionate kisses before whispering how much he loved you into your ears.
and at the end of the day, jungwon still took the one thing haruto kept teasing him for and shoving in his face. his beloved girlfriend.
a,note. yay :D ! quick karinasbaby comeback while iâm busy w uni, hopefully ill be able to post more soon if not pls know that im trying my hardest đ hope u enjoyed !!! âĄ
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Love 119 [Part One]
part of my paramedic!jungwon series. [part two] [part three]
pairing: paramedic!jungwon x doctor!reader genre: workplace tension, constant bickering, fluff (trust me) word count: 2.7k summary: jungwon and you made it a habit to constantly be at each other's throats, especially in the emergency room. while he barked orders, you fired back just as fiercely. but once the doors closed, the tension shifted into a warm intimacy that only you two knew. author's note: self-indulgent fic because i've seen no one writing this trope
The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip behind the skyline when the call came inâan emergency at a construction site on the outskirts of the city.
Jungwon barely had time to glance at his watch before he was in motion, his team falling in line behind him as the sirens wailed and the ambulance tore through the city streets.
Arriving at the site, chaos greeted them. Workers were clustered around a man lying motionless on the ground, his hard hat cracked and discarded nearby, dust and debris littering the air. Jungwonâs jaw tightened, taking in the scene in a flash. This wasnât good.
âLetâs move,â he barked, his tone sharp but calm, his team already spreading out as they grabbed the necessary equipment from the ambulance.
He strode forward with an authoritative air, his well-built frame and broad shoulders drawing more than a few eyes from the construction workers, some of whom were openly staring at him, their faces filled with a mix of concern and awe.
âStep back, please,â Jungwon said firmly but politely, the workers quickly making way as he knelt down beside the injured man.
His dark hair, just a bit tousled from the rush, caught the light, and the sharp angles of his jawline seemed even more pronounced against the backdrop of the gritty site. His team watched him with admiration; Jungwon always exuded this calm, confident charm that somehow made even the most panicked scenes feel manageable.
Jungwon quickly assessed the manâs condition. The patient was unconscious, his breathing shallow. One of his teammates handed over the stethoscope, and Jungwon listened intently to the faint sounds of the manâs breathing. His brow furrowed.
âPossible head trauma. Weâve got low oxygen saturation,â he muttered under his breath, signaling for the oxygen mask as his hands moved swiftly yet delicately over the manâs body, checking for fractures and injuries.
His every move was precise, commanding attentionânot just because of his skill but the way he carried himself. Even in the face of an emergency, he looked collected, like he was born to handle the pressure.
"Jungwon," his teammate called from the side, holding the patient's chart. "No significant external bleeding. Weâve got a weak pulse though, around 130, BP's borderline. We need to get him out of here fast."
Jungwonâs eyes narrowed as he nodded, quickly making a decision. âLetâs secure his airway first and immobilize his spine. We canât risk any movement.â He made the call as he smoothly slid the oxygen mask onto the patientâs face, adjusting it with a gentleness that contrasted the urgency of the situation. His fingers brushed over the manâs wrist, checking his pulse again. A slight frown creased his forehead.
With practiced ease, his team set up a backboard to stabilize the patient, while Jungwon prepared to radio the hospital. His deep voice echoed through the dust-laden air, crisp and calm. âWeâre looking at a possible internal bleed or brain injuryâtrauma to the head, decreased GCS. Get Y/N on standby. Sheâll want to know.â
He tapped his earpiece, dialing straight into the hospital, his tone switching effortlessly into that of a strict professional.
âY/N,â he started, his voice filled with authority as he spoke into the receiver, âweâve got a situation here. Male, late twenties, unconscious after a fall from heightâGCS is 4. Weâve administered oxygen and immobilized his spine, but heâs unresponsive. Internal injuries are likely.â
There was a brief pause on the other end, before your voice came through, crisp and all business. âVitals?â
Jungwon rattled off the numbers, his tone growing sharper as he outlined the gravity of the situation. âBPâs dropping fast, pulse is weak, pupils unevenâoneâs blown. Itâs not looking good.â
âGet him here as fast as you can,â you replied, your voice steady. âWeâll be ready when you arrive. I need him in trauma two for imaging, and you better give me a detailed report when you get here.â
Jungwon rolled his eyes subtly, though no one else could hear his exasperation. âOf course, Doctor. Just make sure the roomâs prepped.â His sarcasm was impossible to miss, but before you could retort, he was already motioning for his team to get the stretcher ready.
âLetâs get moving,â he said, standing up in one fluid motion, his wide shoulders casting a shadow over the patient as he signaled for the transfer. His team lifted the man onto the gurney, Jungwon guiding them every step of the way. Despite the intensity of the moment, there was something about the way he commanded the situationâhis deep voice, his piercing gaze, the way he moved like a force of natureâthat made even a frantic scene seem a little calmer.
Jungwon was the kind of guy people listened to, the kind of guy people looked up to. Even with the weight of the situation hanging over him, he held his head high, taking charge like it was second nature. His team moved quickly, securing the patient in the ambulance as Jungwon gave one last glance to the scene before climbing in.
âLetâs go,â he said firmly, and with the wail of sirens, they sped off toward the hospital.
Jungwon stormed through the emergency room doors with a sense of purpose, his jaw clenched as he guided the gurney toward the trauma bay. â28-year-old male, head trauma, GCS of 4, possible internal bleeding. Move it!â His voice boomed with authority, eyes scanning the room as the ER team sprang into action.
The chaos of the emergency room was nothing new, but today it seemed more charged than usual. The tension was thick as the nurses hurried to get the trauma room prepped, doctors barking orders as they readied themselves. And at the center of it all was youâfocused, sharp-eyed, already gloved up and waiting.
The moment Jungwon and his team wheeled the patient in, your eyes met his, a silent exchange of understanding mixed with the tension that always crackled between them in moments like this. Not that anyone wouldâve noticedâyour constant bickering was practically a feature of every shift.
You stepped forward, your voice cutting through the noise of the room. âTrauma two is open. Letâs get him in fast!â
The team followed your lead, transferring the patient from the gurney to the hospital bed with swift efficiency. Jungwon stayed close, hands still gripping the rails of the stretcher as if he was unwilling to relinquish control.
âYou took too long with the vitals report,â you said, throwing him a sharp glance. âWe couldâve been in there five minutes ago.â
Jungwonâs eyes narrowed. âWe did take the vitals. Maybe if you paid attention, youâd know that.â
âExcuse me?â you shot back, your gaze never leaving the patient as you worked to stabilize him. âI donât need a paramedic trying to tell me how to do my job. We had a plan, and your delay didnât help.â
Jungwon glared, his voice low and clipped. âMaybe if your plan didnât waste time on unnecessary scans, we wouldnât have needed a second round of intubation last time.â
Your hands froze for a split second before you caught yourself. You threw him a withering look. âThis again? You think you can waltz in here and play doctor, Jungwon?â
âIâm not playing doctor. Iâm trying to make sure you donât screw it up.â His tone was biting, but professional, and the tension in the room rose instantly.
One of the nurses stepped back, shaking her head. âHere they go again.â
You didnât back down, leaning closer as you adjusted the IV line. âHow about you leave the doctoring to me, and Iâll leave the paramedic work to you? Weâll see how long that lasts.â
Jungwon took a breath, his expression unreadable for a moment, his frustration barely contained. âFine. Just donât mess it up.â
âSame to you,â you retorted, not missing a beat.
Before Jungwon could respond, one of the nurses interrupted. âDr. Y/N, patientâs BP is dropping.â
Instantly, you refocused, the banter dropped as quickly as it had escalated. âLetâs get the trauma panel done. We need to stabilize him before moving for imaging. Prep the fluids.â
Jungwon watched you work, his arms still crossed, but he didnât say another word. Despite the constant arguing, there was no denying that you are incredible at your job. Even in the most high-pressure situations, you were in complete control.
You worked together in tense silence, the only sounds in the room now the soft beeps of the monitors and the quiet shuffling of the medical team around them. Jungwonâs team lingered just outside, waiting for their next call, though they couldnât help but glance back inside the room occasionally, accustomed to the combative exchanges between Jungwon and you.
As the patientâs vitals finally stabilized, you took a step back, letting out a quiet breath. âWeâre clear to take him to imaging now. Good work, everyone,â you called to the team, your voice steady once more.
Jungwon uncrossed his arms, walking past you toward the door. âYouâre welcome,â he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
You narrowed your eyes at his back but said nothing. You didnât need to. Your argument had run its course for now.
Thirty minutes later, with the patient stable and prepped for surgery, you stepped out of the trauma room, pulling off your gloves. Jungwon was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, that same tight-lipped look on his face.
âEverything go okay, or did I miss something else?â he asked, his voice loaded with sarcasm.
You glared at him. âYeah, we managed just fine without your commentary, thanks.â
âGood,â Jungwon muttered, pushing himself off the wall and adjusting his jacket. âMaybe next time you wonât waste so much time arguing.â
âMaybe next time youâll do your job and get out of my way,â you shot back, your voice sharp.
âYou love being in control, donât you?â Jungwonâs eyes glinted, his voice dropping low as he stepped closer. âCanât handle someone else calling the shots, huh?â
You crossed your arms, your gaze unyielding. âI donât need to handle anything, least of all you.â
âTrust me, Iâm not asking for much,â he replied with a smirk, his voice oozing with challenge.
You scoffed, brushing past him. âTry asking for less.â
Jungwon shook his head with an exasperated sigh as he watched you walk away, but his lips twitched ever so slightly. The others on their teams didnât even blink. This was just how the both of you were. They were used to it by nowâthe biting remarks, the challenges, the constant back-and-forth. Every time Jungwonâs ambulance showed up, it was only a matter of time before you and him were at each otherâs throats again.
Hours later, the hospital had quieted down. The rush of the afternoon was over, and most of the staff had gone home. You and Jungwon had managed to avoid each other for the rest of your shifts, though your earlier argument still hung in the air like static.
You finally peeled off your gloves after your last appointment and scrubbed your hands clean, your mind replaying the events of the day. You were tired, drained even, but there was something about that last spat with Jungwon that wouldnât stop gnawing at you. Maybe it was the way he always had a smug retort ready or how he never backed down from your challenges.
Shaking your head, you let out a sigh. âAnnoying paramedic,â you muttered under your breath, grabbing your coat and heading out of the ER.
Your apartment wasnât far from the hospital, a quiet space tucked away from the noise of the city. By the time you have arrived, your exhaustion had fully settled in, your body craving rest.
You pushed open the door and was greeted by the sound of faint rustling from the kitchen.
âRough day?â a familiar voice asked, soft and warm.
You smiled, the tension from earlier melting away. There, standing in the kitchen in the same paramedic uniform that had driven you crazy just hours ago, was Jungwon. His hair was a little disheveled now, his expression soft and boyish, the strict leader of the paramedic team completely gone.
âYou have no idea,â you murmured, walking over to him, your eyes catching on his broad shoulders, still defined under the crisp lines of his uniform. Jungwon turned around, and you couldnât help but feel your heart skip a beat when you see his easy smile, so different from the sharp tone he used at work.
Without another word, Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. The scent of antiseptic still clung to his uniform, mixed with the faintest hint of his cologne. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt against him, the weight of the day slipping away. You buried your face into his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles beneath the fabric, and sighed softly.
âYouâre lucky I put up with you,â he teased, reaching for your hand and pulling your close. âEven after you yelled at me for no reason.â
âI didnât yell for no reason,â you protested, but your voice had lost all its sharpness, softened by the warmth of being home. You leaned against his chest, letting out a deep breath. âOkay, maybe I did. But only because you deserved it.â
Jungwon chuckled, his arms wrapping around you more tightly. âSure, I deserved it. You really hate me that much, huh?â
You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat behind it as you melted into his embrace. âThe worst,â you muttered, though your fingers played with the collar of his uniform.
Jungwon smirked, resting his chin on top of your head. âGood thing weâve got the whole night to make up for it, then.â
âYouâre still in your uniform,â you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, your mind was in chaos. His broad shoulders. The way he held you. The authority he exuded at work seemed to linger here, too, but only just enough to make your heart race.
Jungwon chuckled, his hand moving up to cup the back of your head. âI thought you liked me in uniform.â
You groaned, your cheeks flushing. âStop it. Iâm tired.â
âLiar,â he teased, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His own softened as he took in your face, the familiar tenderness filling his gaze. âYou love it.â
And he wasnât wrong. As strict and commanding as you could be at work, here with him, you couldnât help but feel weak in his arms. You were whipped for him in every sense of the word, even if you would never admit it out loud.
Jungwon kissed the top of your head, his earlier bravado fading into a gentle affection. âCome on. Letâs get you out of these scrubs and cuddle.â
You let out a soft laugh, the kind that only he ever got to hear. âYouâre the one whoâs going to change first. That uniformâs distracting.â
âI knew it,â he grinned, but without missing a beat, he started peeling off his jacket, revealing the tight black undershirt beneath that highlighted his lean muscles. You had to look away before you lost yourself completely.
As you settled onto the couch, your limbs tangled together in the quiet of their apartment, the world outside felt a million miles away. In here, there were no patients to save, no colleagues to impress, no reputations to uphold. It was just the both of you.
Jungwon nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his earlier strictness replaced by a cuteness that only you got to see. âYouâre such a pain at work, you know that?â
You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. âYouâre not so easy yourself.â
And just like that, the bickering, the tension, all of it faded away. Because here, in your shared apartment, away from the chaos of the ER and the expectations of their coworkers, you were just you and Jungwonâno titles, no arguments. Just two people who loved each other, even if you never let anyone else know.
[part two] [part three]
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Soulmarked Rivalry - Y.J
P: Slytherin!Jungwon X Fem!Reader
Requested by @bamguetismee <3 (i hope i got ur vision :3)
Warnings: Teasing, Forced Proximity, Soulmarks/Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Tension, Rivalry, Fluff, Confessions, Jealousy, Soobin Cameo (love triangle??), Peeves being a menace.
Synopsis: As a model student and prefect, your future at Hogwarts seems setâbut Yang Jungwon, a Slytherin prefect, likes getting under your skin. To make things more complicated, he's your soulmate. Should you embrace fate or resist?
a/n: HELLO?? 500 FOLLOWERS?? WAHH!! THANK YOU GUYSS! <3
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You had always worked hard as a student. Thatâs what the teachers at Hogwarts liked seeingâhardworking students with the ability to excel both in a team and on their own. And you fit perfectly. You were a model student with good marks, excellent control over your magic, and a natural ability to care for others, whether they were in your house or not. It wasnât a surprise when you were named a prefect in your fifth year.
You carried that badge with pride. You loved being a prefectâpatrolling the corridors, helping younger students, and upholding the rules that kept Hogwarts running. You loved Hogwarts, period.
Well, all except for one thing.
Yang Jungwon.
The Slytherin prefect who, despite his innocent face and disarmingly sweet smile, seemed to make it his lifeâs mission to drive you completely insane.
It wasnât the usual kind of rivalry either. Sure, Slytherins clashed with other houses from time to time, but this wasnât just about house pride. No, this was personal. It was in the way he smirked whenever he caught you on patrol, somehow managing to be just a little too late to help out when you were swamped with first-years who couldnât find their common room. It was in the way heâd charm his way out of detentions, even when heâd been the one sneaking enchanted fireworks into the Great Hall during breakfast.
Worst of all, it was in the way he made you feel like you were the one always losing control, like you were the one who couldnât keep your composure when he was around.
âYou missed a spot,â he drawled one evening, leaning against the corridor wall as you adjusted the Ravenclaw notice board. His voice was light, teasing, like he had nothing better to do than stand there and watch you work. âTop corner. Might want to straighten it out before McGonagall sees it.â
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. âDonât you have patrols to be on?â
He shrugged, the emerald trim of his robes catching the light. âI could say the same to you, Miss Perfect.â
Your jaw tightened. That nickname.
You turned back to the board, determined to ignore him, even as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks.
But of course, Jungwon didnât leave. He never did.
Yang Jungwon had a way of getting under your skin like no one else could. He was frustratingly clever, sharp-tongued in a way that wasnât outright cruel but always cut just enough to make you grit your teeth. It wasnât what youâd expected from a Slytherin prefect. No, on paper, Jungwon was everything you were: a model student with stellar marks, impeccable spellwork, and a spotless disciplinary record.
And thatâs what made him so infuriating.
Because no matter how much he teased, no matter how many snarky remarks he threw your way, Jungwon had an uncanny ability to slip through the cracks of authority unscathed. He always masked his mischief with that disarming smile, that soft-spoken charm that even the professors fell for.
âHonestly, Professor Flitwick,â heâd say with wide, innocent eyes after youâd caught him charming the suits of armor to sing off-key Christmas carols in the corridors, âI was just practicing for the Yule Ball choir audition. I had no idea theyâd move on their own!â
And Flitwick, much to your disbelief, had waved it off as âcreative magic.â Creative magic!
But when it came to you, he didnât even bother to pretend.
Take the time heâd enchanted a batch of parchment birds to follow you around the library, each one whispering âMiss Perfectâ in soft, sing-song voices. Youâd stormed over to him in the Potions section, where he sat with his feet casually propped up on the table, looking as if he didnât have a care in the world.
âSeriously, Jungwon?â you hissed, holding up one of the parchment birds, which was now fluttering around your head like an annoyingly persistent fly.
Heâd looked up from his book with that infuriatingly serene smile. âOh? Are they bothering you? I mustâve used the wrong spell. They were supposed to cheer you up.â
âTheyâre driving me insane,â you snapped.
âWell, thatâs not very cheerful of them,â he mused, flicking his wand with a practiced ease that made the birds disappear. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. âBut Iâll admit, itâs kind of cute how flustered you get when youâre mad.â
Your face burned at that, and youâd stomped away, leaving him chuckling softly behind you.
And yet, despite his constant antics, you couldnât really catch him doing anything blatantly wrong. That was his specialty. His mischief always danced just on the edge of troubleânever enough to get him punished, but always enough to make you want to hex that smirk off his face.
Like during joint prefect meetings. While you were diligently taking notes on the patrol schedules, heâd lean just a little too close, peering over your parchment.
âWow, your handwriting is so neat,â heâd whisper, just loud enough to catch your attention. âDid you learn calligraphy in secret? Or is this just natural talent?â
âJungwon, do you mind?â youâd mutter, trying to shift your parchment out of his view.
âNot at all,â heâd reply, his tone maddeningly light. âIn fact, I think Iâll start sitting next to you every meeting. Youâre so good at organizing thingsâitâs inspiring.â
Youâd glare at him, but heâd only give you a saccharine smile before turning his attention back to the meeting, his quill poised as if heâd been paying rapt attention the entire time.
It was moments like these that made you want to scream. How could someone so irritating also be so annoyingly good at everything? How could he act like he had all the time in the world to bother you and still keep up his reputation as one of the best students in the school?
But perhaps the most frustrating part wasnât the teasing itself. It was the way he always seemed to know just how to get under your skin, just how to push you to the edge of losing your cool. And no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Jungwon always found a way to make sure you noticed him.
So why, out of all the people in the world, did he have to be your soulmate?
When you first got your soulmark, a delicate little outline of a cat, youâd been ecstatic. A cat felt dignified, gracefulâeverything you imagined your soulmate would be. Youâd hoped for someone respectable, someone who would balance your ambitious nature and match your unwavering dedication. Someone⊠well, not Jungwon.
But no. Of course, your soulmate had to be the one person who spent more time ruffling your feathers than anyone else.
You discovered the truth entirely by accident, during an otherwise routine Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in your sixth year. The professor had asked everyone to practice conjuring a patronus, and when Jungwon stepped forward to demonstrate, a sleek, silver cat had leapt from the tip of his wand.
Your stomach had dropped. Your quill slipped from your fingers.
It didnât take much to put two and two together. How else could you explain the way your heart raced every time he got too close to you? Or the way your pulse quickened whenever his teasing voice whispered in your ear? Youâd always chalked it up to frustration, but now you werenât so sure.
You hadnât realized you were staring until Jungwon caught your eye, that damn smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âWhat?â heâd asked, his voice low enough for only you to hear. âImpressed?â
Youâd quickly snapped your head down, pretending to write something in your notebook. âHardly,â you muttered, but your shaky grip on your quill betrayed you.
After that, you went out of your way to keep your distance from him whenever patronuses came up in class. Youâd never cast yours in front of him, and you planned to keep it that way. The last thing you wanted was for him to connect the dotsâyour dots.
Because if Jungwon found out? If he knew that every teasing remark, every sly grin, every infuriatingly perfect move he made was destined to tug at the invisible string that tied your souls together? You were certain youâd never hear the end of it.
You could already imagine the smug grin on his face.
âOh, Miss Perfect,â heâd drawl. âI always knew you had a soft spot for me.â
No. That would not happen. As far as you were concerned, he could live his life blissfully unaware. And youâd do the same, no matter how much it gnawed at you to keep the secret.
At least this way, you could hold onto the tiny shred of dignity you had left. Even if that dignity felt a little more fragile every time he leaned in close, his voice a low hum in your ear, and your heart betrayed you all over again.
For months, you buried the truth deep down, pretending like the invisible string between you and Jungwon didnât exist. You carried on with your duties as a prefect, kept your head high, and worked tirelessly to ignore the way your heart betrayed you whenever he was near.
But it was getting harder.
He was everywhere. Patrols, prefect meetings, the library, even the hallwaysâyou couldnât escape him. It was like fate itself was conspiring to push you together. And the worst part? He wasnât making it any easier with his constant teasing.
Like the time he caught you nodding off during a late-night patrol. It had been a long day, and you were leaning against a cold stone wall in the fourth-floor corridor, struggling to keep your eyes open.
âFalling asleep on the job, Miss Perfect?â His voice came out of nowhere, soft and playful, making you jolt upright.
You glared at him, cheeks burning. âI wasnât sleeping.â
âSure you werenât.â He stepped closer, his emerald tie slightly askew, his expression amused. âIf you need a break, I could always cover for you. I mean, I am the more capable prefect.â
You scoffed. âCapable? Says the one who nearly let Peeves set off an entire box of Dungbombs in the Great Hall last week.â
He raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. âTouchĂ©. But in my defense, Peeves likes me better than you.â
âBecause you encourage him,â you shot back, crossing your arms.
Jungwon just chuckled, leaning against the wall beside you. His shoulder brushed yours, and you tensed at the sudden proximity. It was a casual touch, nothing out of the ordinary, but it sent your heart racing all the same.
âRelax,â he murmured, his tone softer now. âYou work too hard, you know.â
And there it was againâthe part of him that left you confused. The Jungwon who teased you relentlessly, but then turned around and said things like that, catching you completely off guard.
You didnât respond, afraid your voice might crack. Instead, you stepped away, mumbling something about needing to finish your patrol. But as you walked off, you swore you could feel his gaze lingering on you, like he knew something you didnât.
You descended the staircase as quickly as you could without breaking into a run, your heart pounding harder with every step. It wasnât just from the way his gaze lingered or the softness in his voiceâit was the growing fear that maybe he did know something you didnât.
You tried to push the thought away, shaking your head as you patrolled the quiet corridors. The castle was calm tonight, the flickering torches casting long shadows on the walls. It was peaceful, the perfect atmosphere to collect your thoughts and shove down the gnawing feelings Jungwon always seemed to drag to the surface.
But of course, peace didnât last long when it came to him.
âHey, wait up!â His voice echoed down the corridor, and you inwardly groaned.
You stopped, turning slowly as Jungwon jogged to catch up with you, his prefect badge glinting in the dim light. His hair was slightly messy from the wind on the Astronomy Tower, but he didnât seem to care. In fact, he looked downright smug, like chasing you down had been his plan all along.
âWhat do you want, Jungwon?â you asked, crossing your arms in an attempt to seem unaffected.
He came to a stop in front of you, hands in his pockets as he tilted his head. âWhatâs with the rush? Weâre on the same patrol route, you know.â
âI prefer working alone,â you replied curtly, turning to walk away again.
But he sidestepped, blocking your path with an infuriatingly easy grin. âThatâs no way to treat your partner, Miss Perfect. Weâre supposed to be a team.â
âTeam?â you scoffed, narrowing your eyes. âLast time we worked as a âteam,â you disappeared halfway through and left me to deal with Peeves in the trophy room.â
He laughed, the sound low and warm, and it sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. âThatâs because youâre better at dealing with him. He listens to you.â
âNo, he doesnât,â you snapped, pushing past him. âHe threw a whole stack of awards at my head.â
âWell, youâre still alive,â Jungwon called after you, his teasing tone making your blood boil. âSo Iâd say you handled it pretty well.â
You didnât dignify him with a response, instead quickening your pace down the corridor. But Jungwon, being Jungwon, didnât take the hint. He fell into step beside you, his hands still casually tucked into his robe pockets as if this was all some leisurely stroll.
âWhy do you always run away?â he asked suddenly, his voice quieter now.
You froze mid-step, your breath catching in your throat. Slowly, you turned to face him, finding his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart skip.
âWhat are you talking about?â you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.
âYou know what Iâm talking about.â He stepped closer, and you hated the way your body instinctively leaned back against the wall as if you needed the extra support. âEvery time I get too closeâevery time we talk like thisâyou find an excuse to leave.â
âThatâs because youâre annoying,â you said quickly, but even to your own ears, it sounded weak.
His lips quirked into a small, almost triumphant smile. âAm I? Or is it something else?â
Your throat felt dry, and you didnât trust yourself to speak. He was too close now, close enough that you could see the faint freckles dusted across his nose, close enough to catch the light scent of parchment and peppermint on him.
âWhy do you care?â you finally managed, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.
For a moment, he didnât respond, his eyes searching yours as if trying to unearth a secret you didnât want to give away. Then, he took a step back, his expression shifting to something softer, something almost vulnerable.
âBecause I think thereâs something youâre not telling me,â he said quietly.
You opened your mouth, but no words came. Because he was right, and you hated it. You hated that he could read you so easily, hated the way he seemed to see through every wall you put up around yourself.
But most of all, you hated that part of you didnât want to keep running anymore.
âGoodnight, Jungwon,â you said finally, your voice steadier than you felt. Then, before he could say anything else, you turned on your heel and walked away, this time determined not to look back.
--
It started as a simple enough task: cleaning up the mess left behind by a pair of second-year Ravenclaws who had apparently thought it would be a brilliant idea to practice Summoning Charms in the Trophy Room. Broken glass, scattered awards, and stray parchments were strewn everywhere, and the professor who caught them had, of course, decided that this was a job for the prefects.
âCharacter-building,â Professor McGonagall had said. âItâll teach you both responsibility.â
Both? At the time, you hadnât asked who the âbothâ referred to, foolishly assuming youâd be able to handle it alone. After all, you preferred it that way. The less you had to deal with anyoneâespecially himâthe better.
You arrived at the Trophy Room late in the evening, wand in hand, ready to sort out the chaos quickly and efficiently. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of the enchanted banners overhead. For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. No distractions, no interruptions. Just you and the task at hand.
Or so you thought.
âYou know,â came a familiar voice from behind you, smooth and laced with amusement, âyouâd think theyâd give us a thank-you note for cleaning up after them.â
You froze, your wand nearly slipping from your fingers. Turning slowly, you found Jungwon leaning casually against the doorframe, his prefect badge glinting in the torchlight. His tie was slightly loosened, his hair tousled in that infuriatingly perfect way that made it seem like he hadnât even tried.
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked, unable to keep the irritation out of your voice.
âSame thing you are,â he replied, pushing off the doorframe and strolling into the room like he owned it. âApparently, the professors think Iâm responsible enough to help clean up messes now. Who knew?â
âGreat,â you muttered under your breath, turning back to the mess in front of you. âJust donât get in my way.â
âDonât worry, Miss Perfect,â he said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
You ignored him, focusing on the task at hand. With a flick of your wand, you began repairing a shattered glass case, the shards floating back into place with a soft ping. But of course, Jungwon wasnât content to let you work in peace.
âYou missed a spot,â he said, pointing to a stray shard on the floor.
âI see it,â you snapped, flicking your wand again to send the shard to its rightful place.
âYouâre welcome,â he said with a grin, crouching down to pick up a fallen plaque. As he straightened, he tilted his head, examining the inscription. âHuh. âMost Promising First-Year, 1983.â Wonder what they did to earn that.â
âWhy do you care?â you asked, not bothering to look at him.
âI donât,â he replied, placing the plaque back on its stand. âBut if I have to be here, I might as well make conversation.â
âWell, donât. Iâm busy.â
âOh, I can see that.â He leaned against one of the display cases, watching you with a lazy smirk. âYouâre very good at this, by the way. Itâs almost like youâve done it before.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on a particularly stubborn spell that refused to reattach a decorative plate to its stand. âIf youâre not going to help, at least stay quiet.â
âBut whereâs the fun in that?â He stepped closer, just enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence beside you. âCome on, Miss Perfect, lighten up. Itâs just the Trophy Room. Itâs not like weâre scrubbing cauldrons in the dungeons.â
You ignored him, muttering the spell under your breath again. The plate finally clicked into place, and you let out a small sigh of relief. But before you could move on to the next task, Jungwon reached over, plucking a stray ribbon from the pile of debris.
âDo you think this would suit me?â he asked, holding it up to his chest with a mock-serious expression.
You glanced at him, exasperated. âItâs a participation ribbon for a broomstick-polishing contest.â
âSo?â He pinned it to his robes with a flourish. âI think it adds character.â
You couldnât help itâa small laugh escaped you before you could stop it. The moment you realized what youâd done, you quickly turned away, hoping he hadnât noticed.
But of course, he had.
âWas that a laugh?â he asked, his tone triumphant. âDid I just get the oh-so-serious prefect to crack a smile?â
âNo,â you said quickly, focusing on another broken display case. âYouâre imagining things.â
âOh, I donât think so.â He stepped closer again, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. âYou know, if you let yourself relax more often, you might actually enjoy my company.â
You turned to glare at him, only to find that he was much closer than youâd realized. Close enough that you could see the faint sparkle in his dark eyes, the way his smirk softened into something almost genuine.
âHighly unlikely,â you said, your voice quieter now.
Jungwon tilted his head, studying you like he was trying to figure out a particularly tricky potion. âYou know,â he said, his voice softer than usual, âyouâre kind of fun to mess with.â
âGlad I can be your entertainment,â you muttered, stepping back to put some much-needed distance between you.
But as you turned away, you couldnât help but feel his gaze lingering on you again, that same unsettling mix of mischief and something deeper that always left your heart racing.
The worst part? You werenât entirely sure you hated it.
You busied yourself with repairing another shattered trophy case, desperately trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. Jungwon always knew exactly how to push your buttons, and worse, he seemed to enjoy it.
As you flicked your wand, mumbling an incantation to reattach the intricate golden handles to the glass case, you could still feel his presence behind you. Not doing anythingâjust standing there, watching you.
âAre you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to help?â you snapped, not bothering to look over your shoulder.
âOh, Iâm helping,â he said, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
You turned, narrowing your eyes at him. âReally? How, exactly?â
Jungwon held up a dusty trophy heâd picked off the floor. âMoral support.â He grinned, wiping the plaque halfheartedly with the sleeve of his robe. âYouâre doing great, by the way. Truly inspiring.â
âUnbelievable,â you muttered, turning back to your work.
But before you could even begin the next spell, Jungwonâs voice interrupted again.
âHey, youâve got a littleâŠâ He trailed off, gesturing vaguely to your face.
You frowned, brushing your cheek self-consciously. âWhat?â
âHere.â He stepped closerâtoo closeâand reached out, his fingers brushing the side of your face. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. His touch was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.
âThere,â he said softly, pulling his hand back to reveal a speck of dust on his fingertips. âGot it.â
You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. He was looking at you now, his teasing smile replaced with something softer, something that made your breath catch.
âDonât look at me like that,â you blurted, taking a step back to put some distance between you.
âLike what?â he asked, his voice low, almost curious.
âLikeâlike that!â You waved your hand vaguely, refusing to meet his eyes. âLike youâre⊠plotting something.â
His smile returned, softer this time but no less infuriating. âWho says Iâm plotting anything?â
âBecause youâre always plotting something,â you shot back, turning away from him and focusing on the pile of broken trophies again. âItâs practically your personality.â
âHarsh,â he said with a mock wince, though his tone was still playful. âYou wound me, Miss Perfect.â
You rolled your eyes, determined to ignore him as you began repairing the next trophy. But Jungwon wasnât done.
âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice taking on that familiar teasing lilt, âfor someone who claims to hate me, you sure spend a lot of time thinking about me.â
Your wand slipped, sending a crack straight through the trophy you were trying to fix. You cursed under your breath, quickly repairing the damage before whirling around to face him.
âI donât think about you,â you said firmly, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.
âReally?â Jungwon leaned casually against the nearest display case, his arms crossed as he regarded you with that maddeningly smug expression. âBecause youâre looking a little flustered right now.â
âIâm not flustered,â you snapped, crossing your arms defensively.
He stepped closer again, his grin widening as he leaned in, just enough to make your breath hitch. âAre you sure?â
âYes,â you said quickly, though your voice came out shakier than youâd intended.
For a moment, neither of you moved. His dark eyes were locked on yours, and for once, there was no teasing glint in themâjust an intensity that made your stomach flip.
âJungwon,â you said finally, your voice quieter now. âYouâre standing too close.â
He tilted his head, his lips quirking into a small smile. âAm I?â
âYes,â you said again, though you made no move to step away.
For a brief, terrifying moment, you thought he might say somethingâsomething that would shatter the delicate balance between you. But instead, he stepped back, the teasing smile returning to his face like nothing had happened.
âAlright, alright,â he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âIâll give you some space.â
You exhaled, not realizing until that moment that youâd been holding your breath.
âGood,â you muttered, turning back to the trophies.
"Do you think the founders ever argued over who got the biggest house common room?" Jungwon asked as you muttered a spell to repair another shattered trophy.
You sighed, not even glancing at him. "I donât know. Maybe."
He hummed thoughtfully, as though your answer was the most profound thing heâd ever heard. "Do you think Salazar Slytherin was the type to hog all the butterbeer at parties?"
You flicked your wand sharply, fixing another display case. "Probably."
"And what about Godric Gryffindor? I bet he couldnât resist showing off in duels."
"Sounds likely," you replied curtly, focusing on levitating a stack of plaques back into their proper places.
Jungwon leaned casually against a nearby display, his hands in his pockets, watching you with barely contained amusement. "Alright, last oneâdo you think Helga Hufflepuff secretly kept a stash of snacks in her robes?"
At that, you paused, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "Definitely," you said, surprising yourself with a small smile.
Jungwon grinned like heâd won a prize, clearly pleased that heâd managed to drag more than a one-word answer out of you. "See? I knew you had a sense of humor buried under all that seriousness."
You rolled your eyes, quickly turning your attention back to the mess. The sooner you finished, the sooner you could get out of here and away from him. The room felt warmer than it should have, in a way that made it hard to breathe. You could feel Jungwonâs presence behind you, close enough that your skin tingled, your soulmark on your arm warming pleasantly every time he leaned just a little too close.
You tried to ignore it, brushing the feeling aside as nothing more than nerves, but it was impossible. It was suffocating and exhilarating all at once, and you hated how much it affected you.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you placed the last trophy back in its case and lowered your wand.
âThere. Done,â you said, your voice tight.
âImpressive work, Miss Perfect,â Jungwon said, clapping his hands lightly. âYou really are a perfectionist.â
Ignoring him, you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, desperate to escape before the roomâand himâgot the better of you.
But just as you reached the threshold, Jungwonâs voice stopped you.
âLeaving so soon?â he called, his tone laced with amusement. âI was starting to enjoy our little bonding session.â
You didnât turn around, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. "Weâre done here. Go bother someone else, Jungwon."
You stepped out into the corridor, the cool air a welcome relief against your flushed skin. But even as you walked away, you couldnât shake the lingering warmth on your arm, the way your soulmark had come alive just from being near him.
You hated it.
And yet, deep down, you knew it wasnât hate at all.
The cool air of the corridor did little to ease the warmth in your chest. You tightened your grip on the strap of your bag, walking briskly to put as much distance between yourself and Jungwon as possible.
âHey!â a familiar voice called from further down the hall. You looked up to see your Slytherin friend, Minji, striding toward you. Her dark robes swished behind her, and her usual confident smirk lit up her face. âYou look like youâve just seen a ghost. What happened?â
You sighed, falling into step beside her as she turned to walk with you. âTrophy Room duty. With Jungwon.â
Her eyebrows shot up, and she gave you a knowing grin. âAh, the infamous Yang Jungwon. What did he do this time?â
âSame as always,â you muttered, your tone clipped. âTeased me, asked a million pointless questions, and stood way too close for comfort.â
Minji laughed, the sound echoing softly in the empty hallway. âWell, that sounds about right. Heâs got that whole charming nuisance thing down to an art.â
You shot her a glare, but it lacked any real bite. âItâs not charming. Itâs infuriating.â
âSure, sure,â Minji said, waving her hand dismissively. âBut youâre still blushing.â
You froze mid-step, your hand flying to your face. âI am not!â
âYou so are,â she said with a smug grin, clearly enjoying your reaction. âCome on, just admit itâhe gets under your skin, doesnât he?â
You groaned, resuming your pace and trying to ignore the warmth creeping back into your cheeks. âThatâs not the same thing as liking him.â
âHmm,â Minji hummed, her smirk widening. âIf you say so.â
The two of you turned a corner, the dimly lit hallway now empty except for the faint flicker of torches on the walls. Minji glanced at you, her expression softening slightly. âBut seriously, are you okay? You seem⊠tense.â
You hesitated, your fingers brushing over the strap of your bag. âItâs justâbeing around him is exhausting. Heâs so... persistent. Andâand the way he looks at me sometimesââ
You cut yourself off, realizing youâd said too much.
Minji stopped walking, grabbing your arm to make you face her. âWait. What way does he look at you?â
You shook your head quickly, trying to dismiss it. âForget I said that. Itâs nothing.â
âOh no, no, no.â Minjiâs eyes sparkled with mischief now. âYouâre telling me that JungwonâJungwonâmight actually like you? This just keeps getting better.â
You felt your stomach twist at her words, a mix of denial and something far more complicated. âHe doesnât like me,â you said firmly, though your voice faltered slightly. âHe just likes messing with me.â
âUh-huh,â Minji said, clearly unconvinced. âAnd what about you? Do you like him?â
âNo!â you said quickly, too quickly.
Minji raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. âYouâre a terrible liar, you know that?â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âWhy am I even friends with you?â
âBecause Iâm the only one whoâs brave enough to call you out on your nonsense,â she said with a grin, pulling your hands away from your face. âListen, if you ask meâwhich, by the way, you shouldâI think you and Jungwon would be kind of perfect together.â
Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you shook your head furiously. âNot happening. Ever.â
âAlright, alright,â Minji said, holding up her hands in surrender. âBut for the record, if he ever stops teasing you, youâll know youâre in trouble.â
You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you couldnât help but wonder if she was right.
The days that followed were nothing short of exhausting. It had become a routine of sortsâthis competition between you and Jungwon to see who could outshine the other as a prefect. Both of you were model students, but being better than him was a point of pride you werenât willing to give up.
Unfortunately, Jungwon seemed to have the exact same idea.
âLetâs see who finishes the patrol of the East Wing faster tonight,â Jungwon said casually one evening, walking just a step ahead of you as the two of you began your rounds.
You glared at the back of his head. âItâs not a race, Jungwon. The goal is to thoroughly patrol the area, not sprint through it like a Quidditch match.â
He turned his head slightly, flashing you that insufferable smirk. âOh, but youâre just saying that because you know Iâd win.â
You scoffed, quickening your pace to walk beside him. âYou wouldnât win. Youâd probably miss half the patrol spots because youâre too busy smirking at yourself in the reflection of the windows.â
Jungwon placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. âYou wound me. But, for the record, I donât smirk at myself. I save those exclusively for you.â
You felt your cheeks heat up and turned your face away to hide it. âYouâre ridiculous,â you muttered, ignoring the way your soulmark tingled faintly at his words.
âRidiculous, but efficient,â he countered, his tone light and teasing. âUnlike some people, I donât waste time lecturing first-years about being out past curfew. I just send them back to their dorms and call it a night.â
âThatâs because you let them off too easy,â you shot back, stopping to peer into an empty classroom. âA good prefect sets an example. Youâre supposed to be teaching them, not coddling them.â
âAnd youâre supposed to be having fun,â Jungwon replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. âMerlin forbid you loosen up for five seconds.â
You gave him a withering glare, but it only seemed to fuel his amusement. He pushed off the doorframe and strolled past you, hands in his pockets, like he didnât have a care in the world.
âTell you what,â he said over his shoulder. âIâll handle the rest of this hallway. You can take the next one. Weâll see who finds more troublemakers by the end of the night.â
âFine,â you said sharply, determined to beat him. âBut donât go cutting corners like you always do.â
Jungwon turned back to you with an exaggerated look of shock. âCut corners? Me? Never.â
You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath as he sauntered away.
The rest of the night passed in much the same wayâhim teasing you, you firing back with sharp retorts, and both of you secretly trying to outdo the other in your duties. By the time patrol ended, you were both walking back to the common areas, still exchanging jabs.
âSo, how many rule-breakers did you catch tonight?â Jungwon asked, his tone casual but his smirk betraying his competitive streak.
âThree,â you said smugly. âAnd you?â
âFour,â he replied, his grin widening when you scowled.
âLiar,â you accused, narrowing your eyes at him.
Jungwon gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. âYou wound me, Miss Perfect. Are you saying Iâd lie about something so serious?â
âYes,â you said flatly, though you couldnât stop the corners of your mouth from twitching upward.
âWell, believe what you want,â he said with a shrug, walking ahead of you toward the main staircase. âBut next time, maybe youâll think twice before underestimating me.â
You watched him go, shaking your head in exasperation. No matter how infuriating he was, there was a strange comfort in the back-and-forth banter between you. It was almost... fun, in its own twisted way.
But as you turned to head toward your dormitory, you caught yourself smiling and quickly wiped it off your face. Jungwon didnât need to know that, for all his teasing and smug remarks, he made your prefect duties just a little less tediousâand a lot more complicated.
--
The air in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was cool, the steady drone of the professorâs voice filling the room as they explained the intricacies of Dementors. You should have been paying attention, but the lesson was one you had mastered ages ago. Instead, your thoughts wandered, your quill idly twirling between your fingers as you gazed out the window.
That was until a small folded piece of parchment fluttered directly in front of your face. You blinked in surprise, catching it before it fell onto your desk. Frowning, you carefully unfolded it, unsure of what to expect.
Inside was a drawingâa portrait of you. The lines were soft, delicate, and surprisingly skilled. It captured you in a way that made your breath hitch for a moment. You looked⊠pretty.
Your cheeks warmed as you glanced around the room, searching for the culprit. Your eyes landed on a tall Gryffindor boy sitting a few desks away. His face turned bright red the moment your eyes met his, and he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his notes.
You couldnât help but smile, a small, amused laugh escaping your lips.
When class ended and everyone began filing out, you gathered your things and stepped into the corridor. Before you could get far, a voice called out behind you.
âUh, excuse me?â
You turned to see the same Gryffindor boy standing there, his hands nervously clutching the strap of his bag. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with soft eyes and a shy smile that revealed dimples.
âYes?â you asked, tilting your head slightly.
He cleared his throat, his face still tinged with embarrassment. âI, um, I was wondering ifâif you donât have any more classes todayâmaybe youâd like to study together? In the library, I mean.â
He was cuteâreally cute. And as luck would have it, he was a prefect, too, which made him even more appealing in your eyes. His nervousness was endearing, and you found yourself smiling softly.
âSure,â you said, much to his visible relief. âI donât have any other classes.â
The two of you walked to the library together, falling into an easy conversation. He introduced himself as Choi Soobin, and you quickly discovered he was funny, charming, and incredibly sweet. By the time you reached the library, you were already at ease in his presence.
The two of you sat down at a quiet table near the back, pulling out your books and parchment. At first, you tried to focus on your work, but Soobin`s quiet jokes and playful commentary kept pulling your attention away. Before long, you were laughing softly, your hand covering your mouth to stifle the sound as Madam Pince shot you both a stern look.
Unbeknownst to you, someone else had entered the library.
Jungwon strolled in, his usual confident smirk on his face as he made his way to the front desk to offer Madam Pince some assistance. He had volunteered to help her organize the new shipments of booksâa task he didnât particularly enjoy but knew would score him some house points.
But as he approached the desk, a sound stopped him in his tracks.
A laugh.
His head turned instinctively toward the source, his gaze landing on you. You were sitting at a table near the back, your head tilted slightly as you giggled at something the Gryffindor boy across from you had said. Soobin.
Jungwonâs chest tightened at the sight.
The Gryffindor was leaning closer to you, his dimples on full display as he smiled down at you, clearly pleased to have made you laugh. And youâJungwon had never seen you so at ease, so⊠radiant.
His grip on the stack of books in his hands tightened as an ugly, unfamiliar feeling began to bubble in his chest. Jealousy.
Why were you laughing like that with Soobin? Why were you sitting so close to him, looking at him with such bright, open eyes? Jungwon had seen that smile before, but it had never been directed at him. And the realization made something in him twist painfully.
He tore his gaze away, his happy demeanor now replaced with a sour expression. He tried to focus on the task at hand, stacking books onto shelves and sorting parchment, but his eyes kept wandering back to you.
Every time Soobin leaned closer, every time you laughed softly, it was like a needle pricking at his chest.
You were supposed to be bickering with him, not smiling at some dimply Gryffindor prefect.
And worse, you didnât even notice him. For the first time, it felt like you were completely out of his orbit, and it made his jealousy burn even brighter.
By the time he finished his chores, he couldnât take it anymore. He shot one last glare in Soobin`s directionâthough the Gryffindor was obliviousâand left the library, the ugly green feeling sitting heavy in his chest.
As he stalked through the corridors, his thoughts raced. He didnât know what was worse: the fact that he was jealous, or the fact that he had no idea what to do about it.
The days that followed were... different. Soobin, with his warm smile and easygoing demeanor, seemed to find every excuse to be around you. Whether it was walking with you between classes, sharing a table in the library, or even just stopping to chat in the halls, he was always there.
And to your surprise, you didnât mind. He had a way of making you laugh without even trying, his gentle humor and wide-eyed innocence making it hard to resist smiling.
âDo you always study this much?â Soobin asked one evening, leaning slightly over your shoulder as the two of you sat in the library.
âItâs called being responsible,â you teased, not looking up from your parchment.
âWell, if responsibility looks this good on you, maybe I should try it,â he joked, his dimples flashing.
You rolled your eyes, biting back a grin. âGood luck with that.â
Moments like these had become the norm, and while you enjoyed his company, you couldnât ignore the way Jungwon seemed to be watching your every move lately.
Every time you and Soobin crossed paths with him, Jungwonâs eyes would narrow, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. It was subtleâno one else seemed to noticeâbut you did. And you couldnât ignore the way his usual smirk seemed to vanish whenever Soobin was around.
It didnât help that Soobin, in his blissful obliviousness, seemed entirely focused on you.
âDo you think heâs going to explode one day?â Yuna, one of your closest friends, whispered to you during lunch, nodding subtly toward Jungwon, who was sitting a few tables away. His eyes were fixed on you and Soobin, his expression unreadable but intense.
You followed her gaze, your stomach flipping slightly when your eyes met Jungwonâs. He didnât look away, and for a moment, it felt like he was daring you to do somethingâanything.
âHeâs just... annoyed,â you muttered, breaking the eye contact and focusing back on your plate.
âAnnoyed?â Yuna raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping onto her face. âThat boy looks like heâs ready to hex Soobin into next week.â
You didnât respond, mostly because you couldnât deny it. Jungwonâs glares had grown sharper with each passing day, and it didnât help that youâd somehow ended up with more patrols and prefect duties with Soobin lately.
At first, youâd chalked it up to coincidence, but now it was starting to feel deliberate. Maybe the professors had noticed how well you worked together, or maybe Soobin had requested it. Either way, it only seemed to worsen the already fragile balance between you and Jungwon.
It wasnât like you hadnât noticed the way your soulmark had been acting up, either. The once-pleasant tingling had turned into an uncomfortable burn, a constant reminder of the growing rift between you and Jungwon.
It was ironic, really. For years, your ârivalryâ with him had been the one constant in your life at Hogwarts. From the moment youâd both become prefects, it had been a steady back-and-forth of playful banter and one-upping each other. But now, things felt... different.
This was the first time since first year that you and Jungwon werenât entirely in sync. And as much as you wanted to ignore it, to push down the guilt that came with the thought, it stung.
One evening, during yet another patrol with Soobin, you caught yourself lost in thought as he talked animatedly about somethingâa story about his younger siblings, if you remembered correctly. His voice was soft and warm, but it faded into the background as your mind wandered.
You couldnât help but wonder what Jungwon was doing right now. Would he be patrolling the opposite side of the castle? Sitting in the common room with his friends, glaring at the fire in frustration?
âYou okay?â Soobinâs voice pulled you back to the present, his kind eyes filled with concern.
You nodded quickly, offering him a small smile. âYeah, just tired.â
âDonât push yourself too hard,â he said gently, his concern only making your chest tighten.
You forced yourself to refocus, to push away the thoughts of Jungwon. But as you walked beside Soobin, his voice filling the quiet corridors, you couldnât ignore the way your soulmark burned faintly against your skin, like it was trying to remind you of something you werenât ready to face.
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It had been an exhausting day. Between classes, your prefect duties, and Soobinâs persistent presence, you were feeling utterly drained. Tonightâs patrol was supposed to be simpleâjust a quick check of the corridors before returning to your common room.
But, as always, trouble had a way of finding you.
The moment you stepped into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, you knew something was off.
A group of younger students was gathered at the far end, laughing nervously and huddling close together. As you got closer, you noticed a faint shimmer in the air, followed by a creeping chill that made your skin prickle.
A Dementor.
Or rather, a Boggart pretending to be one, you realized quickly. But the younger students didnât know that. Their faces were pale with fear, their breaths coming out in short gasps as they stumbled back against the cold stone wall.
Without thinking, you acted on instinct.
âStay back!â you called to the students, pulling out your wand.
The Boggart shifted its attention to you, gliding forward with a slow, deliberate menace. Even knowing it wasnât real, you felt a spike of unease as the air grew colder.
You raised your wand, your voice steady. âExpecto Patronum!â
A bright, silvery light burst forth from your wand, taking shape in the form of an animal. Its figure moved with an elegant agility, leaping forward and sending the Boggart scuttling back into the shadows. The students gasped in awe, their fear melting into relief as the warmth of your Patronus filled the room.
It wasnât until the Boggart disappeared completely, retreating into a chest, that you realized you werenât alone.
From the corner of your eye, you caught movement. Turning your head, your stomach dropped.
Jungwon stood at the entrance, his dark eyes wide and locked onto your Patronus. The silver light of the animal reflected in his gaze, his expression shifting from shock to something deeperâsomething you couldnât quite place.
Your Patronus lingered for a moment longer before fading, its light dissolving into the cold air. The students quickly scrambled past Jungwon, murmuring their thanks as they made their way back to their dorms. But you barely noticed them leave.
It was just you and Jungwon now.
He didnât say anything, but you could see itâthe moment of realization dawning on his face. His eyes flicked to your arm, the same spot where your soulmark had always rested, hidden beneath your sleeve. And then, almost involuntarily, his hand moved to his own arm.
Right where his soulmark would be.
Your heart dropped into your stomach.
âJungwonââ you started, but your voice caught in your throat.
He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was piecing everything together in real time. His hand remained pressed against his arm, his fingers curling slightly as if he could feel the truth burning beneath his skin.
âYour Patronus,â he said softly, his voice steady but quiet.
You swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. âItâs notââ
âItâs the same...." he interrupted, his tone carefully controlled, but you could see his jaw clench. âThe same as my soulmark.â
Your breath hitched. You knew there was no use denying itânot when the evidence was staring him right in the face.
âIt doesnât mean anything,â you said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. âItâs just a coincidence, Jungwon. Thatâs all.â
He let out a soft, humorless laugh, and when you finally looked up, you were startled by the look in his eyes. It wasnât anger, like you expected. It wasnât even annoyance.
It was hurt.
âA coincidence?â he repeated, his voice low. His hand finally dropped from his arm, hanging limply at his side. âYou think a Patronus matching my soulmark is just a coincidence?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldnât come. The burning sensation in your arm flared up, as if your soulmark itself was scolding you for trying to deny the truth.
Jungwon took another step closer, his gaze searching your face. âHow long have you known?â
âJungwon, Iââ
âHow long?â he pressed, his voice breaking slightly.
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. There was no point in lying now. âSince last year,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
His jaw clenched, and he took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âLast year,â he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. âYouâve known this whole time, and you didnât think to tell me?â
âI didnât know how!â you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. âWhat was I supposed to say, Jungwon? âHey, by the way, weâre soulmatesâ? You would have laughed in my face!â
He stared at you, his expression unreadable. âIs that what you think of me?â
âNo,â you said quickly, the word rushing out before you could stop it. âNo, I donât think that. I justââ You let out a shaky breath, rubbing at your arm as if that would ease the burning sensation. âI didnât want to ruin everything. Weâve beenâwhatever we areâfor so long, and I didnât want to mess that up.â
Jungwon was silent for a long moment, his gaze dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, but no less firm.
âYou didnât ruin anything,â he said. âBut lying to meâhiding this from meâit hurt. It hurts.â
Your throat tightened, guilt twisting in your chest.
âI didnât mean to hurt you,â you said quietly.
He looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with a mix of emotions you couldnât quite untangle. For the first time, he looked vulnerable, the walls he always kept so carefully in place beginning to crack.
âI donât know what this means,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I think we owe it to ourselves to figure it out. Donât you?â
You nodded, unable to trust your voice.
After that night in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, you found yourself plagued by questions and uncertainty. Jungwonâs quiet hurt echoed in your mind, and you couldnât shake the feeling that you were standing on the edge of something you didnât fully understand. Soulmates. The idea had always seemed so distant to you, something that other people talked about with a dreamy look in their eyes. But now that it was your reality, it felt differentâcomplicated, messy, and, honestly, terrifying.
For the next few days, you threw yourself into researching everything you could about soulmates. You spent hours in the library, digging through old books and scrolls, hoping to find some concrete answers. You wanted to know more about the connection, the rulesâor lack thereofâthat came with having a soulmate. Was there a timeline to follow? Did you have to accept it? What did it mean for your future?
You also started asking your friends about their own experiences, although you were careful not to reveal too much. Yujin was the first to notice your sudden interest in the subject. Youâd pulled her aside one evening, after class, and asked about her soulmark.
âOh,â Yujin had said, glancing at you with a knowing smile, âitâs a small bird, right here.â She pointed to her wrist. âIt was weird at first, but once we met, everything just clicked. It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. My soulmateâs a Hufflepuff, actually.â
You nodded thoughtfully, trying to hide the way your heart twisted at the thought of your own situation. âAnd do you feel different? I mean, with him?â
She hesitated, then smiled softly. âYeah. Itâs like weâve known each other for ages. I donât know how to explain it, but you just know.â
You didnât ask more, knowing you couldnât handle hearing too much about the ease with which others seemed to fall into their soulmate connections. You wanted to learn, but you werenât ready to hear about how it all just worked for others.
The next day, you sought out Jeongin, hoping for a more analytical approach. You had always admired how level-headed he was, and you figured heâd give you a more logical perspective. After all, heâd been pretty matter-of-fact about everything, including his own soulmark.
âI donât think it means anything special,â he said, leaning back against the wall in the common room. âItâs just a way of knowing whoâs yours. Youâre connected in ways you canât explain, but donât overthink it. Itâs not some kind of fate thatâs pulling you together. Itâs more like... a bond, I guess.â
You nodded again, relieved that he seemed to have a more grounded view of the connection. But something in his words unsettled you. âSo, itâs not destiny?â
Jeongin chuckled. âNot for me. Maybe it`s just destiny for someone.â
His words sent a jolt through you, and you quickly brushed off the discomfort with a half-laugh. âIâm not sure I believe in destiny,â you muttered, hoping he wouldnât pry further.
He gave you a long, measuring look but didnât push. âWell, whatever it is, youâve got to figure it out, yeah?â
You agreed, even though you werenât entirely sure how to figure it out.
Meanwhile, your interactions with Soobin had taken on a new complexity. He seemed determined to win your attention, constantly seeking ways to make you smile, to make you laugh. He was sweet and caring in his own way, and you couldnât deny that you liked being around him. But every time he called you âcuteâ or flashed that charming grin of his, something in you tightenedâbecause you knew Jungwon was still watching, and you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you from across the room.
You had decided to keep the soulmate connection to yourself, at least for now. You didnât want to hurt Soobin, especially when he seemed so genuinely happy to be with you. You liked him, you really did. But something about Jungwonâs presence, the pull between the two of you, was undeniable. You couldnât ignore it any longer, even if you tried.
Jungwon, however, didnât seem to share your same restraint. You noticed him more and moreâhis gaze following you and Soobin whenever the two of you were talking. His posture was stiff, his mouth set in a firm line whenever Soobin made you laugh, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly when you exchanged playful glances.
It wasnât until one afternoon in the courtyard, when Soobin had made another attempt to charm you with one of his witty remarks, that you saw it.
Jungwon was standing near the entrance to the courtyard, watching the two of you from a distance. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze was dark. You felt a flicker of unease. Youâd always known there was a rivalry between you and Jungwon, but this was insane.
When Soobin noticed your hesitation, he smiled brightly and nudged you playfully. âWhatâs wrong? Did I say something weird?â
You shook your head quickly, forcing a smile. âNo, nothingâs wrong. Iâm just... distracted.â
âBy Jungwon?â he teased, his eyes glancing over your shoulder. âYou know, he doesnât look too happy with us.â
You followed his gaze and found Jungwon standing there, looking like he was about to storm off. His eyes flicked to you and Soobin, then quickly away, but not before you saw that flicker of somethingâyou werenât sure what it was. But it didnât look friendly.
Your heart skipped a beat as you turned back to Soobin. âMaybe we should head inside,â you suggested, trying to ignore the discomfort gnawing at you.
âSure,â Soobin agreed, still oblivious to the tension you could feel. âLetâs go study, yeah?â
Studying with Soobin in the library was, for the most part, uneventful. He was focused, eager to discuss theories and share notes. But despite his attempts to make the session lively, your attention kept drifting, pulled by something you couldnât explain. Every few minutes, you found yourself glancing up from your textbook, only to find Jungwon walking past your table again.
It was subtle at first. A quick, casual stroll down the aisle between the shelves, as if he were simply helping Madam Pince organize some books. But as the minutes ticked by, it became increasingly obvious that he was lingering near your corner. His footsteps were quieter now, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, even when he didnât look directly at you.
Soobin, thankfully, didnât seem to notice. He was too busy scribbling notes on his parchment, talking about a spell heâd just learned in class. But you could feel the heat creeping up your neck, a strange tension building in the space between you and Jungwon, even though you were doing your best to ignore it.
"Do you think I should try this spell in the next class?" Soobin asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I feel like it could be fun, donât you?"
You blinked, forcing your focus back onto him. "Uh, yeah. I think youâll do great with it. Youâve got the precision down."
But even as you spoke, your gaze drifted over to Jungwon again. This time, he was standing just a few feet away, pretending to adjust a stack of books on the shelf directly across from your table. You could feel his presence, his eyes lingering on you from the corner of your vision. His movements were slow, deliberate, and each time he walked past, he seemed to be just a bit too close for comfort.
Your stomach tightened, and your heart started to race, the familiar unease creeping up again. You couldnât help it. The bond that had ignited between you and Jungwonâthe one you had been trying to ignore, to push downâwas becoming harder and harder to control.
Soobin, oblivious to your inner turmoil, continued speaking. "I was thinking we could practice it in the courtyard later today. Maybe you could come with me? You know, as my study partner."
Before you could respond, Jungwonâs figure appeared again, now walking past your table on the far side of the library. He glanced in your direction as he passed, and for a split second, your eyes locked. It was brief, but you could see the flicker of something in his gazeâsomething that made your chest tighten. His eyes dropped quickly, and without another word, he kept walking, the sound of his boots echoing faintly on the stone floors.
You felt the burn of your soulmark pulse against your skin.
Soobin didnât seem to notice the shift in the air, his voice continuing without interruption. "What do you think? Should I go ahead and try the spell? I mean, I know weâve got a lot to study, butâ"
"Yeah," you interrupted, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "That sounds great. But, uh... I think Iâm done for today. Iâve got some stuff to take care of."
You closed your textbook with a soft snap, feeling the sudden urge to leave. You stood up quickly, gathering your things, but before you could say goodbye, Soobin was looking at you with a puzzled expression.
"Already?" he asked. "I thought we were doing great."
"Yeah," you said, offering him a strained smile. "But I really do need to go. Iâll, uh... catch up with you later."
Soobin nodded, his dimples showing as he smiled. "Alright. Iâll see you later, then. Maybe we can talk more about that spell."
You quickly walked away, making your way toward the exit of the library. But as you passed through the aisles, you could feel itâthe subtle shift in the air as Jungwon followed behind, his presence heavy and undeniable.
You didnât turn around. You couldnât. But your heart was pounding, and as you exited the library, you heard his footsteps fall into sync behind you. He was following you.
When you stepped into the hallway, trying to calm your thoughts. Before you could even think to react, a hand gripped your wrist, pulling you gently but firmly into a small, dimly lit room just off the main corridor. The door clicked shut behind you, and you found yourself pressed against the cold stone wall, with no clear way out.
Your breath hitched, and you instinctively looked down, avoiding the sharp intensity of Jungwonâs gaze. The silence between you both hung heavy, almost suffocating. You could hear the faint beat of your own heart, louder in your ears than the soft rustling of his clothes as he moved closer.
âLook at me,â Jungwonâs voice cut through the silence, low and demanding.
You hesitated, a part of you afraid of what you might see in his eyes. Slowly, you lifted your gaze, finding his face inches from yours. His dark eyes searched your expression, his jaw tense as if he was trying to contain somethingâsomething he didnât know how to put into words.
âYouâre avoiding me,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âWhy?â
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words press down on you. Your mind raced, but the only thing you could focus on was the distance that had grown between you two lately. Not just physically, but emotionally. âIâm not avoiding you,â you replied quietly, but the words didnât sound convincing, even to yourself.
âYes, you are,â Jungwon said, stepping closer, his proximity making your pulse spike. âI see it in the way you look at me now. The way you look away when Iâm near.â His hand hovered near your face, but he didnât touch youânot yet. âYouâve been different ever since youâve been spending so much time with Soobin.â
Your chest tightened at the mention of his name, and for a moment, you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. âI didnâtââ You stopped yourself. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene, or worse, make it clear how much it hurt to see Jungwonâs jealousy, to see how much it bothered him that you were spending time with Soobin.
Jungwon wasnât having any of it. âYou didnât think it would affect me?â His voice was firm, but there was something in itâan edge, a vulnerability you hadnât heard before. âYou didnât think Iâd notice?â
You felt a knot twist in your stomach. âJungwon, I donâtâ"
âDonât lie to me,â he cut in sharply, his eyes intense. âI canât stand it. I canât stand you pretending like this isnât happening.â
His words hit you like a wave, and suddenly everything youâd been trying to keep bottled up came rushing to the surface. Your chest was tight, and the burning sensation from your soulmark flared again, reminding you of the connection that you could no longer ignore.
âI didnât want to hurt you,â you whispered, finally finding the courage to speak the truth. Your voice shook slightly, but you pushed through. âI didnât want to hurt anyone, but itâs not easy, Jungwon. Itâs not easy to just⊠admit that everything is changing. That weâre changing.â
He stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening slightly. But even as his gaze softened, the intensity never quite left his eyes. âYou think I havenât felt that, too?â he murmured. âYou think itâs been easy for me, either? Watching you with him, knowing youâre spending time with Soobin because youâre not sure about us? Not sure about me?â
The words stung, and you averted your gaze again, your heart aching at the raw honesty in his voice. âItâs not like that,â you said weakly. âSoobinâs just... a friend.â
Jungwonâs lips tightened at the word. âA friend, huh?â
You nodded, but it felt hollow. You werenât sure if it was true anymoreânot when Soobin made you laugh so easily, not when he made your heart feel lighter in ways that Jungwon didnât seem to. But the truth was, you couldnât let yourself go down that path. You couldnât let yourself hurt Soobin, not when you still cared about him. And you did care about him, in a way that you werenât sure how to explain.
âIâm sorry,â you said, almost instinctively, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. âI didnât mean to make you feel like that. I just... I donât know what Iâm doing, Jungwon. I donât know how to fix this.â
His hand finally reached up, cupping your chin gently to tilt your face so that you were looking at him once more. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek.
âYou donât have to fix anything,â Jungwon said, his voice quieter now. âBut you canât keep pushing me away. Not when weâre already this far into this.â He paused, searching your eyes as if trying to read the truth between the lines. âIf youâre my soulmate, then I donât want to keep pretending like it doesnât mean anything.â
You blinked, the weight of his words sinking in. You didnât know how to respondânot when the truth was so complicated, not when everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of something you werenât ready to face.
âI donât know how this works,â you admitted quietly. âBut I canât just ignore it either. Iââ You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âBut I donât want to hurt anyone in the process, either.â
Jungwonâs expression softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to something gentler. âThen letâs figure it out,â he said quietly. âWe donât have to have all the answers right now. But we canât keep running away from it.â
You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.
Just as the air between you and Jungwon began to settle, and you were both preparing to leave the small room, a sudden, unmistakable sound echoed through the hallway outside. The telltale cackle of Peeves reached your ears.
"Oi, what's this? A little lover's quarrel?" Peeves' voice was high-pitched and mocking, and you could hear the sound of him shuffling on the other side of the door.
Before either of you could react, the door locked with an audible click, trapping you both inside. You and Jungwon exchanged a quick glance, both of you already understanding what had just happened.
"Peeves, open this door!" you called out, your voice sharp with irritation. "This isnât funny!"
But instead of an answer, the only thing you heard was Peevesâ signature cackling, growing fainter as he moved down the hall. "Not so fast! You two have got plenty to talk about! Have fun!" His voice echoed as it faded into the distance.
Jungwon let out a frustrated sigh, stepping forward and trying the door, but it didn't budge. He pressed his palm against the wood, his frown deepening.
"Great," he muttered, the annoyance evident in his voice. "Weâre stuck here now."
You crossed your arms, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at the awkwardness of the situation. Of course, Peeves had to pick the exact moment when things were finally starting to make sense between you and Jungwon to lock you both in a room together.
"I guess we should sit down and wait for the magic to wear off," you said dryly, trying to lighten the mood. You were half expecting Jungwon to make a sarcastic comment in return, but when you looked up, you found him watching you, his expression softened, though still a little tense.
"Not exactly how I pictured this," he said with a half-smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he shifted his focus elsewhere, like he was trying to process everything that had just happened.
"Yeah, well, Peeves does have a knack for timing," you muttered, your own smile faltering. You both took a step back, leaning against opposite walls, leaving some space between you.
You couldnât help but steal a glance at Jungwon, your chest tightening a little at how the room felt smaller now, despite the fact that the walls were the same. The quiet between you two had changed, from tense silence to something that felt heavier, like something important had shifted and you were still trying to figure out exactly what it was.
"So, uh...," you said, breaking the silence. "This is fun, huh?"
Jungwon chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Iâm trying not to think about it. Honestly, I just... I donât know what Iâm supposed to say now. Weâre soulmates, but I canât just expect you to drop everything and choose me, especially with everything thatâs been going on with Soobin."
You blinked, feeling a mix of emotions flood youâguilt, confusion, and a strange sense of relief that he was being honest with you. "I never expected you to justâ" You cut yourself off. What had you expected? Had you been expecting Jungwon to just accept that youâd be together because of your soulmark? Was that fair to either of you?
"Itâs not easy, Jungwon," you said finally. "I care about Soobin. I do. Heâs been there for me in ways I didnât think anyone else would be."
Jungwonâs eyes flickered toward the door, then back to you, and he let out a long breath. "I know you do. And Iâm not trying to tell you to stop spending time with him. I just... I donât want you to think that Iâm going to disappear because youâre with him." His voice softened, and he looked at you. "Iâm still here, and Iâm not going anywhere."
You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. Jungwon's vulnerability was something new, something raw that you werenât used to seeing from him, especially like this.
You both fell into silence, the weight of the room pressing down on you, heavier than the stone walls surrounding you. Neither of you spoke.
You shifted your position, feeling the warmth of Jungwonâs body too close to your own. Every time you tried to step away, your back brushed against the cold wall, and the small room only seemed to shrink around you. You knew you had to do something to get some space, but the proximity felt... different than it had before. It wasnât uncomfortable exactly, but it was undeniably intimate in a way that made your heart beat faster.
"Jungwon..." you whispered, shifting slightly, trying to create some distance between you two. But with your movement, his hand instinctively reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you back toward him.
âDonât,â he murmured softly, his voice strained, almost as though he were trying to convince himself as much as you. His face was flushed, his breath shallow. His gaze flickered down for a moment before he quickly looked away, a slight embarrassment coloring his features.
âIâuh...â He cleared his throat, still not meeting your eyes. "I think itâs better if we donât move too much. Weâre stuck in here for now, so..."
His words trailed off as you both stood there, your chest pressed against his, the quiet intensity of the moment thick between you. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the faintest tremor in his hand still holding onto your waist, keeping you there with him.
You felt a twinge of awkwardness, but there was also a flutter in your stomach, something you couldnât quite identify. Jungwon wasnât acting like the confident, teasing prefect you were used to. He seemed almost... shy now. He avoided your gaze, and you could see his cheeks were flushed.
âJungwon,â you repeated, your voice a little softer this time. You werenât sure if you were trying to calm him down or if you were trying to ease the tension between the two of you. âYouâre really close.â
He winced, as if he hadn't realized just how close you both were until you said it. "Sorry," he muttered quickly, but he didnât let go of your waist. Instead, he awkwardly shifted to give you a little more space, though it wasnât much.
You couldnât help but laugh softly at the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, trapped in a small room, with Jungwon.
A sudden noise broke the tension though âfootsteps, echoing from the hall outside. Jungwon straightened, eyes narrowing, before he turned to you.
"Someoneâs coming," he said, his tone a little more hopeful. "Letâs see if we can get out of here before Peeves realizes weâre not giving him the satisfaction of getting angry."
You nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Sounds like a plan."
Jungwon gave a quick nod and moved toward the door, banging on it with the flat of his palm. You joined him, calling out through the thick wood. âHey! Is anyone out there? Weâre locked in here!â
For a few moments, there was nothing but silence. Then, faintly, the sound of approaching footsteps reached your ears. Your heart leapt. Someone had heard you!
âKeep banging,â Jungwon said, his tone lighter now, and you both resumed your effort.
Finally, the footsteps stopped just outside the door. There was a brief pause before a familiar voice called out, âWhatâs going on in there?â
âMinji?â you called, recognizing the voice of your fellow prefect. Relief flooded through you. âItâs me! Unlock the door!â
There was a muffled soundâprobably Minji sighing in exasperationâbefore you heard her mutter a quick unlocking spell. The door clicked open, and before either of you could adjust, it swung outward, leaving you and Jungwon stumbling forward into the hall.
You nearly tripped over your own feet, but Jungwonâs hand shot out, gripping your arm to steady you.
Minji stood there, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of you and Jungwon emerging together, slightly disheveled and far too close for comfort. Her gaze flickered from you to Jungwon and back again, her eyebrows arching in silent question.
âWhatâ?â she started, but you cut her off quickly, desperate to explain before her imagination ran wild.
âPeeves locked us in,â you blurted out, gesturing toward the now-open door. âHe thought itâd be funny to trap us in that tiny room and leave us there.â
Minjiâs eyes narrowed slightly, her expression skeptical. âRight,â she said slowly, her tone clearly implying she wasnât entirely convinced.
You glanced at Jungwon, hoping heâd back you up, but the sight of him made your words falter. His face was still slightly flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His usually composed demeanor was cracked just enough to reveal how flustered he was. And worse, he was still standing far too close to you, his hand lingering on your arm as if heâd forgotten to let go.
âUh, right?â you prompted him, your voice a little too high-pitched.
âYeah,â Jungwon said quickly, finally releasing your arm and taking a small step back. His voice was steady, but you noticed how his eyes avoided Minjiâs and instead flicked toward the floor. âIt was just Peeves being Peeves. Nothing more.â
Minji crossed her arms, her lips twitching upward in a knowing smirk. âUh-huh. Nothing more.â
You felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly turned the conversation back to the situation at hand. âAnyway, thanks for letting us out,â you said, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. âWe were starting to think weâd be stuck in there all night.â
âAnytime,â Minji replied, her smirk deepening. Her gaze lingered on the both of you for a moment longer, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head.
âWell,â she said finally, taking a step back, âIâll leave you two to... whatever it is youâre doing. Try not to get locked in another room together, yeah?â
âMinji!â you protested, but she was already walking away, her laughter echoing down the hall.
You sighed, running a hand over your face. âGreat. Now sheâs never going to let this go.â
Jungwon chuckled softly beside you, and you turned to look at him. His usual teasing expression was back, but there was something softer in his eyes now, something almost... fond.
âWell,â he said, his voice light, âat least weâve got a good story to tell, right?â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the small smile that crept onto your face. âSure. A great story.â
For a moment, the hallway was silent. You stood there, staring at Jungwon, and he stared back. His dark eyes seemed to search yours, like he was trying to figure out what to sayâor maybe he was waiting for you to say something first.
The weight of his gaze made your stomach twist, and your cheeks grew warm under the tension that hung in the air. You opened your mouth to say somethingâanythingâto break it, but the words wouldnât come.
Jungwon shifted slightly, leaning against the wall. His expression softened, the usual teasing edge gone, replaced by something gentler. âHey,â he started, his voice low and almost hesitant.
It was too much.
âGoodbye!â you blurted, your voice louder than you intended.
Jungwon blinked, startled, but before he could respond, you were already turning on your heel, speeding off down the hallway like a first-year trying not to miss the train to Hogwarts.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your soulmark tingled faintly under your sleeve, but you refused to look back. You didnât trust yourself to face himânot after everything that had just happened.
What was wrong with you? Why did he always make you feel this way? It wasnât fair.
âGoodbye?â Jungwon called after you, his tone incredulous but amused. You could hear the faint chuckle in his voice, and it only made you pick up your pace.
You turned the corner and pressed your back against the wall, out of his line of sight. Your hand flew to your chest as if that would calm the rapid thumping of your heart.
What was that? Why did it feel like every time you were near him, the air grew thinner, the world smaller?
You groaned softly, covering your face with your hands. This wasnât supposed to happen. Jungwon was your rivalâyour frustrating, irritating rival who lived to tease you and get under your skin.
So why did it feel like he was becoming so much more?
--
The crisp autumn air carried the comforting scent of butterbeer and roasted chestnuts as you strolled through the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. It was your first free weekend in what felt like forever, and you were determined to enjoy it. Youâd already picked up a few books from Scrivenshaft's, a bag of Honeydukes' finest chocolates nestled in your arms, and had plans to end the afternoon with a warm mug of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.
It was supposed to be a peaceful day.
That is, until you heard the familiar sound of raised voices near the outskirts of the village.
At first, you didnât think much of it. Arguments werenât uncommon in Hogsmeade, especially with so many students running around. But as you drew closer, a nagging feeling began to creep up your spine.
You froze when you recognized the voices.
Jungwon and Soobin.
Heart pounding, you hurried toward the commotion, weaving through a small cluster of curious onlookers. The scene that greeted you was enough to make your jaw drop.
Jungwon and Soobin stood face-to-face, their wands clenched tightly in their hands. The tension between them crackled in the air like static electricity, and neither seemed willing to back down.
âIâm saying,â Jungwon snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut glass, âyouâre wasting her time. If you actually cared about her, youâd stop pretending you have a chance and leave her alone.â
Soobinâs jaw clenched, his usually soft demeanor hardening into something unrecognizable. âAnd what makes you think you have any right to decide that? You donât own her, Jungwon. Sheâs not some prize for you to claim.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
They were arguing⊠about you?
You took an instinctive step forward, but neither of them noticed you. Their focus was entirely on each other, the frustration and unspoken emotions theyâd been holding back for weeks finally spilling out into the open.
âShe deserves better than someone who doesnât even know what she wants,â Jungwon hissed, his knuckles white around his wand. âYou donât know her like I do.â
âAnd what do you know, Jungwon?â Soobin shot back, his voice rising. âThat youâve been dragging this on for years, pretending you donât care, only to step in the moment she starts looking at someone else? Youâre just jealous.â
Jealous? Jungwonâs expression darkened at the word, his lips pressing into a thin line. âJealous? Donât flatter yourself, Soobin. This has nothing to do with you.â
âIt has everything to do with me when you keep butting in!â Soobin snapped, his dimples deepening as his grip on his wand tightened. âFor once, stop acting like the world revolves around you and let her decide what she wants!â
The words hit like a lightning strike, and for a moment, Jungwon faltered.
âEnough!â
Your voice rang out before you even realized youâd spoken, startling both boys. They turned to you in unison, their expressions shifting from anger to surpriseâand then something close to guilt.
âJust what do you think youâre doing?â you demanded, crossing your arms as you stared them down. âAre you seriously fighting over me? In the middle of Hogsmeade?â
Neither of them responded, their silence only fueling your frustration.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into you two,â you continued, your tone firm, âbut Iâm not some object for you to argue about. I donât need either of you deciding whatâs best for me or who I should spend my time with.â
Soobin looked away, his shoulders slumping slightly, while Jungwonâs gaze remained locked on yours. There was something in his eyesâsomething vulnerableâthat made your stomach twist, but you refused to let it distract you.
âIf you canât act like the grown wizards youâre supposed to be, then maybe I donât want to spend time with either of you,â you said, your voice softening but still laced with disappointment.
You turned on your heel, clutching your bag of sweets tightly as you marched back toward the village square. The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed, whispering amongst themselves as they returned to their shopping.
Behind you, you heard Soobin let out a frustrated sigh.
âThis isnât over,â Jungwon muttered, his voice low enough that he probably thought you wouldnât hear.
But you did.
For days after the argument in Hogsmeade, you stuck to your plan. You avoided both Jungwon and Soobin with a steadfast determination, pouring all your energy into your studies and prefect duties. It wasnât easy, not when they seemed to pop up everywhere you went, their longing glances and hesitant attempts to talk to you a constant reminder of the rift between you all.
But you were determined to teach them a lesson.
You didnât stop to acknowledge Soobin when you passed him in the halls, even when his usual cheerful greeting was replaced with a soft, âHeyâŠâ that trailed off when you didnât respond. You ignored the way his shoulders slumped, or how his dimples didnât show as much when he smiled at others.
And Jungwon? You didnât even glance his way during patrols, even when you could feel the weight of his gaze following your every move. You ignored the way your soulmark burned faintly whenever he was near.
It was torture.
Not just for them, but for you too.
You told yourself it was necessary. That they needed to understand how their actions affected you. But that didnât stop the ache in your chest when you caught Soobin sitting alone at the Gryffindor table during meals, his usually lively voice replaced by silence. It didnât stop the pang of guilt when you walked into the library and found Jungwon there, staring blankly at an open book, his jaw clenched tightly as he pretended not to notice you.
It hurt.
It hurt to see Soobinâs dimples fade, to watch Jungwonâs confident smirk replaced by a quiet stillness. And it hurt to know that you were the reason for it.
But you didnât stop.
Every time your resolve wavered, you reminded yourself of that day in Hogsmeade. Of the argument youâd walked in on, the way theyâd fought over you like you were some prize to be claimed. You reminded yourself that they needed to learn that you werenât theirs to argue over.
Still, the distance weighed on you.
There were moments when you almost caved. When Soobin would pass you a small note in class, his handwriting shaky but hopeful, asking if youâd like to meet in the library. When Jungwon would linger after patrols, his expression softening as he quietly said your name, only for you to turn away.
Each time, you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed forward, ignoring the way your chest tightened and your soulmark burned.
But the worst moment came one evening during dinner.
You were sitting with your friends, trying to focus on the conversation, when you glanced toward the Slytherin table. Jungwon sat at the far end, his head resting on one hand as he absently pushed food around on his plate. His usual liveliness was gone, replaced by a quiet, almost defeated air that made your heart twist painfully in your chest.
Your gaze flickered to the Gryffindor table, where Soobin was seated with a group of his housemates. He was laughing, but it didnât reach his eyes. His dimples appeared faintly, but they lacked the warmth youâd grown so fond of.
For a moment, you considered getting up. Walking over to them, breaking the silence youâd forced upon yourself and them.
But you didnât.
Instead, you stayed rooted to your seat, gripping your fork tightly as you forced yourself to look away.
You told yourself this was for the best. That they needed to understand how much their actions had hurt you. But as you sat there, ignoring the ache in your chest and the burn of your soulmark, you couldnât help but wonder if you were hurting yourself just as much as you were hurting them.
You questioned if this was worth it.
You spent the next few days lost in thought, unable to focus on anything except the whirlwind of confusion inside your mind. The more you thought, the more questions piled up, each one more pressing than the last.
Did Soobin like you enough to consider it love? You could feel the tenderness in his eyes, the way he always seemed to know when you needed a laugh or when your mood shifted. His affection felt genuine, but was it love? Or was it just his natural warmth and kindness? You wanted to believe he cared for you deeply, but could you really be sure?
And Jungwon⊠You ran your fingers over your soulmark absentmindedly, tracing the faint burn that seemed to pulse with his presence. Was he drawn to you because of the bond you shared, or was there more to it? Did he really like you as a person, or was he just following the pull of fate, following the path that had been set for him? His actions made it hard to tell, and every time you caught a glimpse of his conflicted expression, you only felt more lost.
You sat in your room that evening, a blanket wrapped tightly around you as the cool air from the window brushed against your cheeks. You stared blankly at the wall, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. Youâd never been one to let yourself get overwhelmed by emotions, but right now, it was impossible not to.
What am I supposed to do? You couldnât keep ignoring them, couldnât keep pretending that it didnât matter how they were affected by your silence. But you also couldnât let yourself be pushed into a corner, forced to choose between them just because of some soulmark. You were so much more than that, werenât you?
The tears started without warningâhot, bitter drops that slid down your face as the realization hit. You had no answers. You had no idea what you were doing, what the right choice even was.
The room felt too small, the weight of everything around you closing in. You buried your face in your hands, trying to stifle the sobs that wracked your body. You were exhausted from holding everything in, from pretending that the pain of making this decision didnât tear you apart.
Why is this so hard? You thought bitterly, as the tears continued to fall, your vision blurring with each passing second. You hated this feeling. You hated that you could hurt both Soobin and Jungwon by simply existing between them, by trying to find your own way without causing pain.
You wanted to be strong, to find clarity, but all you felt now was the sting of uncertainty and the emptiness of not knowing where to turn.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your heart still ached, the silent cry you had been holding in for so long now finally spilling over.
How had everything gotten so complicated?
--
You had tried to go about your day as best as you could, despite the storm of emotions brewing inside of you. You needed a distraction, something to pull you out of your spiraling thoughts. But of course, the universe had other plans.
As you walked down one of the quieter hallways, lost in your own thoughts, you failed to notice the telltale signs of Peevesâ latest prank: a small, harmless-looking puddle of water on the floor. Or, what you thought was harmless. As your foot landed in it, the floor suddenly gave way beneath you, and before you could even react, a burst of confetti and loud horns went off above your head.
The water splashed up around you, and your foot slipped, sending you sprawling to the ground with a sharp thud. The confetti rained down on you, a mocking reminder of Peevesâ relentless mischief.
You groaned, pushing yourself up with shaky hands, the sharp pain in your ankle telling you that this wasnât just an embarrassing fall. You forced yourself to stand, wincing with each movement. It took everything in you to push through the pain, but you knew you couldnât stay there. You had to get to the hospital wing.
It felt like an eternity as you limped through the halls, your leg throbbing in protest with every step. But eventually, you made it. Madam Pomfrey immediately ushered you onto a bed and began checking you over. You winced as she poked and prodded at your ankle, muttering under her breath.
You had never been one to ask for attention, but it was clear you couldnât hide the injury, not when it was as obvious as it was. After Madam Pomfrey wrapped up your ankle and began to administer a pain-relieving potion, you closed your eyes, trying to relax. You really just wanted a moment of peace, to recover from everything.
But peace didnât seem to be on the menu that day.
The door to the hospital wing creaked open, and you opened your eyes to see both Soobin and Jungwon stepping inside. Their eyes locked on you instantly, their expressions unreadable. Soobin was the first to speak, his voice warm but laced with concern.
âHey⊠Are you alright?â he asked softly, taking a few steps forward.
You nodded, trying to smile, but the discomfort from your ankle made it difficult to do so. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just a little⊠well, you know, Peeves. Same old story.â
Jungwon, who had been standing a bit further away, finally moved closer. His gaze flicked from you to Soobin, then back to you, his jaw clenching just slightly. "Youâre really lucky you didnât hurt yourself worse," he said, his tone more curt than usual.
You didnât miss the tension between the two of them. The way Soobin hovered near you, his eyes full of concern, and Jungwonâs more guarded expression. The air between them felt thick, like the two of them were both trying to control the emotions they didnât want to express.
Soobin, sensing the silence hanging between them, cleared his throat and gave you a soft smile. âIâll make sure youâre okay. We can talk later, right? After you rest a bit.â
You nodded again, grateful for his kindness. âYeah, thanks, Soobin.â
Jungwon was still standing off to the side, looking like he was holding back a thousand thoughts he didnât want to share. He glanced at Soobin once more, before finally turning back to you, his expression softeningâjust a little.
âYou should rest,â he murmured, his voice almost hesitant.
You met his gaze, but before you could say anything, both of them stepped back.
After they left, the tension between them still lingered in the air. You could see it in the way they avoided eye contact, in the short, clipped exchanges they had with each other.
--
Your ankle had finally healed, and you found yourself walking through the hallways, your steps purposefully quick, but your mind racing even faster. You had spent days trying to sort through your feelings, to understand everything that had been happening. Now, you knew exactly who you needed to talk to.
You spotted him from a distance â standing by one of the doorways, lost in thought. It was as if everything else around you faded into the background. Your heart started to beat a little faster, and before you could second-guess yourself, you crossed the hallway and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him with you toward an empty classroom.
He stumbled for a moment, clearly caught off guard by your sudden action. "Hey, whatâsâ" he started, but you didnât let him finish. You pulled him all the way inside, closing the door behind you with a soft click, your breath quickening in your chest. The room was dim, the sunlight filtering through the tall windows casting long shadows on the stone floor.
When you let go of his arm, you stepped back, eyes not leaving his face. He blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to something more guarded, almost unsure. âWhatâs going on?â he asked, his voice quiet.
You took a deep breath, your heart pounding as you finally asked the question that had been eating at you for so long. "Jungwon," you began, your voice steady but laced with uncertainty. "What do you feel about me?"
His eyes softened, and for a moment, he didnât speak. The silence between you stretched, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. He seemed to gather himself, his gaze never wavering from yours, before he finally answered.
"I..." Jungwon hesitated, running a hand through his hair, and you saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "From the very first time I saw you, sitting there, waiting to be sorted into a house... I knew I wanted to get to know you. Even if it meant teasing you at first, I just... I wanted to be around you."
You could feel your chest tightening, the words he was saying hitting you harder than you expected.
He took a step closer, his voice softer now, almost like a confession. "But as the years passed, my feelings for you... they grew stronger. It was more than just wanting to know you, it was about needing to be with you." He paused, as if the weight of the truth was difficult to say. "Every time I saw you, my heart would beat faster. My palms would get sweaty. I couldnât stop thinking about you. And when I saw your Patronus... and I realized you were my soulmate, I was so happy. I thought everything was perfect." Jungwonâs gaze dropped for a moment, his voice turning quiet. "But then I found out you were hiding it from me. You kept it from me, and it hurt, more than I can explain."
You wanted to say something, to tell him that you were sorry, but you waited.
"As much as it hurt, my love for you didnât change. It only made me want to be with you even more, to be the one who gets to be with you. But..." He glanced away briefly, as if gathering his thoughts before looking back at you with a pained expression. "When I saw you with Soobin, when I saw you laughing and being so close with him... it hurt. I couldnât help but feel jealous. I wanted that to be me, not him. I wanted to be the one making you smile like that."
The words hung in the air, thick with emotion, and you felt your heart twist. The truth was out.
You took a shaky breath, your mind spinning with everything he had just said. "Jungwon..." you whispered, not sure what else to say.
His gaze softened, and for a brief moment, he looked like the person you had always knownâthe one who had been by your side all these years, even when you didnât realize it. "I just want to be with you."
Your heart raced, the weight of his words sinking deep inside you. It was a confession that you had been waiting to hear.
Jungwon took a step closer, his hand reaching out slightly, as if unsure whether to close the distance between you.
You reached up without thinking, your hand trembling slightly as you cupped his cheek, your fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. The contact sent a wave of emotions crashing over youâuncertainty, longing, but also an overwhelming sense of rightness. For a brief moment, the whole world seemed to pause, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet room, hearts racing in sync.
Jungwonâs eyes searched yours, his breath coming in shallow bursts. You could feel his pulse beneath your fingers, and something deep inside you whispered that this was the moment. No more hesitations, no more confusion.
Before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in. His breath caught in his throat, and for the briefest second, it felt like time stood still.
Then your lips met, soft and hesitant at first, but it didnât take long for the kiss to deepen. It was as if the world around you melted away, leaving only the connection between the two of you. Jungwonâs hands moved quickly, finding their way around your waist, pulling you closer against him, the warmth of his embrace a comforting anchor.
You responded in kind, your arms sliding up to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself even closer. The kiss was both gentle and urgent, a mixture of emotions that neither of you had fully expressed until now.
Your soulmark burned to life beneath your skin, the familiar warmth spreading through you in a wave, almost like a gentle hum.
You broke the kiss just enough to look at him, your foreheads resting together as you caught your breath. Jungwonâs eyes were dark with emotion, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss. He was staring at you as if he had just found something he had been searching for all this time.
"I never thought it would be like this," you whispered, your voice thick with the emotions you couldnât quite put into words.
"Neither did I," he replied softly, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. "But it feels... right. Doesnât it?"
You nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest as you leaned back in, your lips meeting his again. The kiss started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, but soon it grew more intense.
Jungwon's breaths became heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he held you close, your hands entwined in his hair.
Suddenly, with a surge of strength, Jungwon lifted you up, his arms around your waist, and set you gently on the desk behind you.
As you landed on the desk, your arms instinctively went underneath Jungwon's Slytherin robe, your hands finding the warmth of his skin. You could feel the muscles of his back as he held you in place.
Jungwon's kisses became more urgent, his tongue teasing and exploring, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
You, feeling the intensity of Jungwon's kisses, decided to playfully pull back, your lips curving into a mischievous smile. As you withdrew, Jungwon's lips followed, his eyes sparkling with a hint of surprise.
"You like that, do you?" you teased, your voice soft and filled with amusement. "Can't get enough of me, huh?"
Jungwon's lips curled into a grin, a smile of mischief. "I could kiss you all day," he replied, his voice low. "Your lips are like a drug, and I'm addicted."
You giggled, a sound that was both playful and inviting. "Well, you better not overdose then," you said, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or we might have a problem."
Jungwon's grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours gently. "I'll take that risk," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "Because being with you is worth any risk."
You melted into his embrace, your arms slipping around his neck, inviting him to continue the dance of kisses. Jungwon's hands, which had been roaming your body with a possessive touch, now caressed your cheeks, his thumbs tracing the curve of your lips.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and adoration. "And your kisses... they drive me wild."
His touch was gentle but insistent, like he couldn't quite get enough of you, and honestly, neither could you. Every kiss, every caress sent a thrill through you.
His lips trailed to your jaw, then to the sensitive spot behind your ear, making you shiver involuntarily. "I never thought it would feel like this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Like... everything Iâve been waiting for, all at once."
You smiled softly, your hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, matching your own. "I never thought it would happen, either," you whispered back. "But Iâm so glad it did."
Jungwon pulled back slightly, looking at you with eyes full of wonder, as if seeing you for the first time. "You make everything feel right," he said, his voice a tender confession. "Like Iâm where Iâm supposed to be."
Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I feel the same way," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think I always have."
For a moment, you both just stayed there, caught in the magic of the moment, the silence between you full of understanding and comfort.
Then, with a soft laugh, Jungwon pulled you closer again, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. "I think weâre going to be just fine, donât you?" he said, his lips brushing against your forehead.
You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Yeah," you whispered, your voice filled with certainty. "Weâre going to be more than fine."
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FRAT PARTIES WEREN'T YOUR THING. the sticky floors, the overwhelming smell of cheap cologne, stale beer, and bad decisions hanging in the airânone of it appealed to you. but chaewon had begged. your best friend had pleaded, promising it would be fun, and somehow, youâd caved.
what chaewon didnât mention was that he would be here.
park sunghoon. resident frat golden boy, heartbreaker, and the bane of your existence.
you spotted him across the room almost immediately. he was impossible to miss, surrounded by a group of people laughing at whatever cocky thing he was saying. his dark hair fell perfectly into place, framing his annoyingly handsome face. he exuded that careless charm that made everyone fawn over him, and you hated how attractive he was.
as if sensing your glare, his gaze flicked to yours, and the smirk that tugged at his lips made your stomach twist in irritation.
you turned away quickly, pushing through the crowd to find the kitchen. maybe a drink would help.
but, of course, fate wasnât on your side tonight.
âwhat are you doing here?â
the familiar, infuriating voice made you groan before you even turned around. there he was, leaning casually against the counter, holding a red solo cup like it was an accessory to his smirk.
âgetting a drink,â you said flatly, reaching for the vodka. âis that a problem?â
ânot at all.â he leaned closer, and his cologneâwoodsy, expensiveâclouded your senses. âjust surprised youâre here. thought frat parties werenât your scene.â
âtheyâre not.â you poured your drink and stepped away.
âthen why come?â
âbecause chaewon begged me.â
he chuckled. âand here i thought you came to see me.â
you rolled your eyes, lifting your cup to your lips. âyou really think everythingâs about you, donât you?â
ânot everything.â he grinned, watching you with an irritatingly amused expression. âjust most things.â
you opened your mouth to snap back, but chaewon appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your arm.
âthere you are!â she beamed, blissfully ignoring sunghoonâs presence. âweâre playing seven minutes in heaven. come on!â
âno way.â you shook your head, already backing away.
âyes way!â she tugged on your arm. âitâll be fun. stop being boring.â
before you could argue, chaewon dragged you toward the living room, where a circle had already formed around a bottle in the center.
âthis is a bad idea,â you muttered, sitting reluctantly beside her.
chaewon grinned. âitâs just a game. whatâs the worst that could happen?â
you didnât have time to answer because sunghoon sauntered into the circle, taking a seat directly across from you. his smirk widened as his eyes met yours.
âgreat,â you muttered.
âyou love having me around,â he teased.
âlike a headache,â you shot back.
the bottle was spun. it clattered loudly against the hardwood floor, spinning so fast that the faces around it blurred. your heart pounded irrationally as it slowedâclick, click, clickâuntil it stopped.
pointing directly at you.
and sunghoon.
the room erupted into cheers and whistles.
âabsolutely not,â you said, already standing.
ârules are rules!â chaewon said, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back down.
before you could protest further, chaewon grinned devilishly and shoved you toward the nearest closet.
âchaewon, I swearââ
the door slammed shut behind you, cutting off your protest.
you turned around, and there he was, standing way too close for comfort in the dimly lit, cramped space.
âthis is your fault,â you hissed, crossing your arms.
âmine?â sunghoon raised an eyebrow, amused. âyou couldâve said no.â
âi did say no.â
he shrugged, leaning casually against the wall. âwell, weâre here now. might as well make the most of it.â
âyouâre impossible.â
he stepped closer, and you backed up instinctively, your shoulders hitting the wall.
ârelax,â he said, voice low, teasing. âwhat, you think Iâm gonna try something?â
âyou always try something.â
he smirked, taking another step forward. âonly because itâs fun to watch you get all flustered.â
âi am not flustered,â you snapped, even though your heart was racing.
âsure youâre not.â his eyes flicked down to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your cheeks burn.
âdonât even think about it,â you warned.
âwhy not?â his voice was softer now, the teasing edge giving way to something heavier. âafraid you might like it?â
âyouâre unbelievable.â
he chuckled, but his hands moved to the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. âsay the word, and iâll back off.â
your breath caught, heat prickling at the back of your neck.
you should tell him to back off. you should push him away. but instead, you grabbed his shirt, yanking him down to crash your lips against his.
the kiss was fiery, chaotic, and everything you hated to admit youâd wanted. his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
his fingers tightened slightly, thumb brushing the sliver of skin exposed by your top. it sent a shiver down your spine, and you hated how easily he unraveled you.
he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and his teeth grazed your bottom lip, making your knees weak.
you gasped softly, and he smirked against your mouth, the bastard.
âstill hate me?â he murmured, voice low and breathless.
you shoved his chestâhalf to steady yourself, half because his smugness was unbearable. âyes. more than ever.â
he grinned, leaning down as if to kiss you again. âfunny. didnât feel like it.â
outside, the muffled sound of someone banging on the door broke the moment.
âtimeâs up!â
sunghoon groaned, his forehead pressing against yours for a beat before he pulled back, his hands lingering at your waist.
âguess weâll have to finish this later,â he said, voice dripping with confidence.
you glared at him, cheeks burning, and shoved him again.
âdream on, park.â
but as you stepped out of the closet, chaewonâs knowing grin waiting for you, and the taste of his kiss still lingering on your lips, you couldnât shake the sinking realization that maybeâjust maybeâyou didnât hate him as much as you thought.
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ENHYPEN BF TEXTS â while youâre on your period
warnings | fem!reader, mentions of blood (obv), swearing and death jokes (again, the usual), nsfw in jakes (i couldnât resist lmaoo), fluffy fluffy!! just enha being the greenest of flags
a.n | my first ot7 post!! once again this is purely self indulgent and just me coping with the fact i donât have them to help me through my own :,)
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ïč đŹ ïč ââââWHEN YOU FORGET TO KISS THEM GOODBYE.
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YOU WERE IN A VERY INTENSE RUSH.
you grabbed your bag and keys, quickly waving goodbye to heeseung, your mind distracted with the list errands.
but as you step outside, you hear the faint sound of his footsteps following. âhey, arenât you forgetting something?â he calls, a playful pout already forming on his lips.
you turn around to see him standing at the door, arms crossed, giving you that teasing look he often does when heâs feeling mischievous.
you blink, confused for a moment, before it hits youâyou forgot to kiss him goodbye. heeseungâs pout deepens when he sees the realization dawn on your face, but thereâs a twinkle in his eyes. âi guess iâll just go without it thenâŠâ he says dramatically, pretending to be hurt.
you know him well enough to know heâs milking the moment.
rushing back to him, you press a soft kiss on his lips, and instantly his mock pout turns into a satisfied grin. ââ đŹđźđ±đ€ đŽđđŁđ€đ± đąđŽđł .áă
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he grabs you by the waist, pulling you in for a tighter hug than usual, burying his face in your neck. âdonât forget next time,â he mumbles, his voice muffled but laced with affection. âi need my good luck kiss.â
you giggle as he finally lets you go, that familiar warmth in your chest blooming from the simple affection he craves from you.
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JAY WATCHES YOU RUN AROUND THE APARTMENT.
you were clearly in a rush, but his eyes followed you like a hawk.
heâs lounging lazily on the couch, arms stretched out, looking like heâs not particularly bothered by your hurried state.
but when you grab your keys and make a beeline for the door without even a glance back, he raises an eyebrow.
âexcuse me,â he says, in that smooth, calm voice of his. âare you really leaving like that?â
you turn, a bit confused, and see him still sitting there with an unreadable expressionâhe looks so calm it throws you off for a second, but then you notice the slight downturn of his lips.
before you can say anything, he gets up and walks toward you with slow, deliberate steps, stopping just short of you with his hands casually resting on your hips.
âyouâre not leaving me without a kiss, are you?â he asks, his voice now softer, almost teasing, but thereâs that hint of sincerity in his gaze.
you giggled in realization, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips. he hums in contentment, lingering for just a moment longer before pulling back slightly.
âthatâs better,â he says, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. ânow you can go.â
heâs still holding you close though, his forehead resting against yours for a beat longer, as if heâs soaking in the last bit of your presence before letting you go.
àšà§ âìŹìŹì€ ââ đđđđ đđđ
YOUâRE HALFWAY OUT THE DOOR WHEN YOU HEAR A SCREECH.
a sudden, almost panicked, âwait!â jakeâs voice shouts out, and you turn to see him standing in the hallway, his eyes wide and his lips pulled into a soft pout.
his hands are fidgeting at his sides, clearly not knowing what to do with them as he gazes at you with a mix of confusion and disbelief.
âyou didnât kiss me goodbye,â he says, sounding almost heartbroken, like youâd just committed the ultimate offense.
his brows furrow, and he looks so adorably upset that itâs impossible not to feel guilty.
you step back inside, setting your things down, and walk toward him, already giggling at his over the top reaction.
âiâm sorry, baby,â you say, cupping his face gently in your handsâhis eyes immediately soften, but he holds onto the pout for just a second longer.
âyou canât just leave without kissing me goodbye. how am i supposed to function?â he teases, his voice playful, but thereâs an undertone of genuine affection.
you press a tender kiss to his lips, and his hands slide up to hold your waist, pulling you a little closer.
he smiles into the kiss, the warmth of his affection practically radiating from him. ânow i can survive the rest of the day,â he says dramatically, earning a laugh from you as you pull away.
heâs all smiles now, content and happy, as he watches you leave with that soft look in his eyes.
àšà§ âë°ì±í ââ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ
YOUâRE ALREADY AT THE ELEVATOR WHEN YOUR PHONE BUZZES.
glancing at the screen, you see a message from sunghoonâsparking your curiosity.
âyou forgot something.â at first, youâre puzzled, thinking maybe you left something important behind.
but as you open the message in confusion, another text quickly followsââmy kiss.â
you canât help but laugh, picturing him sitting there, pretending to be indifferent but clearly sulking over the fact you didnât kiss him goodbye.
you reply with a kissy face emoji, but before you can step into the elevator, you hear footsteps approaching.
sunghoon appears at the end of the hall, walking toward you with tiny stomps that warms your heart with adoration, thereâs a slight blush on his cheeks.
âyou seriously forgot?â he says, sounding almost offended, but thereâs a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. he stops just in front of you, tilting his head slightly as if waiting for an explanation.
feeling a little mischievous, you tease him by pretending not to know what heâs talking about.
âforgot what?â you ask, keeping your face innocent. his lips twitch, fighting back a smile, but he quickly recovers, his arms crossing over his chest in mock indignation.
âyou know exactly what,â he mutters, leaning down slightly so your faces are close.
you can see how his eyes soften despite the act, and with a soft laugh, you lean up to plant a kiss on his lips.
his hands instinctively come up to rest on your shoulders, pulling you in closer for just a second longer than necessary.
as you pull away, he mumbles a quiet, âdonât forget next time,â before giving you a small, almost shy smile.
heâs trying to play it cool, but you can tell that little gesture made his whole morning.
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(âĄ) - my personal favorites (đ) - CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT
NEW BEGINNINGS - @ikeuverse (flirting with your brother's brother-in-law wasn't in your plans after returning from studying abroad. it wasn't something you were going to stop either since heeseung was the epitome of beauty. but when there's another woman's name in the story. what happens? you don't want to be caught between a betrayal⊠or so you thought.) (âĄ)
MARRY ME - @ikeuverse (ever since you met lee heeseung, he told you that the two of you were going to get married. all the time, at every opportunity, he reinforced it until one day, drunk, you accepted. was he dreaming or did it really happen? it wouldn't be so bad to fall for his jokes for once.)
TIDES OF REGRET - @pprodsuga (in the year since heeseung first rejected your love confession, you've tried everything to get over him. a trip to europe makes you realize you miss your former best friend more than anything, and it makes heeseung realize he's got it all wrong.) (âĄ)(đ)
HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER - @i2sunric (your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.) (âĄ)
JUNE BLOSSOMS - @soobnny (synopsis. as the month of may ends, you wonder what june holds for you and heeseung (especially with no more need to fake date.)
LATE SUMMER LOVIN' - @4am-enha (you desperately want to spend your last summer here in town with your friends, only to find out almost all of them are away on vacation. that is, all of them but heeseung. the one friend youâd never really been that close with.)
BITE ME - @drunkhazed (âIâm kind of confused still.â You admit, anxiously shuffling to sit without making eye-contact. Heeseung chuckles plopping down by your side, arm slinging back over your shoulder to keep you pressed against him.)(đ)
COFFEE & CREAM - @ham-st4r (one chilly night after a long work shift, youâre unfortunately forced to walk home. Cause you left your bag at work, half way through your journey you stumble across a homeless man who you naturally offer money to, and he though he refuses. You give it to him anyway, and down the road, youâll find that those two dollars changed not only his life but yours as well.) (đ)
IT'S CUPID, STUPID - @mygnolia (To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?)
FUCK BUDDIES - @dimepdf (y/n and heeseung and fwb after heeseung win in his football match y/n gives him the best reward)
TEETH - @gyuuberryy (you were not thrilled about the move in of your new neighbour. mostly because he was so strange and seemed to be hiding something dark. and partly because you couldnât stop yourself from getting closer to him because of your unwanted attraction. you were determined to expose his dark secret and get rid of him once and for all. but, it was proving to be a difficult task because he was just so irresistible..and needy.)
PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM - @simpjaes (Youâre not sure whatâs worse, your sisterâs boyfriend or your sisterâs boyfriendâs friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where youâre unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.) (đ)
RUDE - @4wkjun (heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/nâs father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesnât matter, heeseungâs gonna marry y/n anyway.)
I OFFER YOU MY EVERYTHING - @heegyukeluv (You never cared about sex, until you did. You grew too afraid of it, scared of disappointing the other person or showing your inexperience. But then you met Heeseung, the hot basketball captain that stole your heart and became your biggest fantasy. ) (đ)
VERBOTEN - @heesbaby (a bad stroke of luck saw lee heeseung, your dads coworker, moving into your small apartment until he found his feet again. emotionally unavailable and a workaholic, you were going to try your absolute hardest to make him loosen up. even if it meant breaking a few of the house rules he'd set out.) (đ) (âĄ)
10 DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE - @luvyeni (you and heeseung used to be bestfriends as children â he even told you he'd marry you one day. but then you went to highschool and things changed , he dyed his hair and started hanging out with a new group group of friends. through all that his love never changed for you â has yours changed for him?)
RENT A BOYFRIEND - @jayujus (in which jeon y/n is desperate to find a boyfriend ASAP because she needs a date for her family's mixer. her best friend, ningning, introduces her to a website perfect for this situation!)
CHERRY CHAPSTICK - @angelwonie (ever since you met lee heeseung, he told you that the two of you were going to get married. all the time, at every opportunity, he reinforced it until one day, drunk, you accepted. was he dreaming or did it really happen? it wouldn't be so bad to fall for his jokes for once.)
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ⶠENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU SAY "MARRY ME" RANDOMLY
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youâre sitting on the couch, your head resting on heeseungâs shoulder, when you suddenly look up at him, a playful smile on your lips. âmarry me,â you say, half-joking but with a hint of sincerity. heeseungâs eyes widen for a split second before he breaks into that adorable smile you love so much. âright now?â he teases, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âof course, baby. just give me the time and place.â you giggle, feeling your heart flutter as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. âiâm serious,â you mumble against his chest, and he lifts your chin to kiss your lips this time. âi know, my love,â he whispers, his voice soft, âand iâd say yes every time.â
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youâre lying in bed with jay, his arm wrapped around you, when you suddenly blurt out, âmarry me.â he pauses, his eyes searching yours as if to see if youâre serious. âare you proposing to me right now?â he asks, a grin slowly spreading across his face. you nod, biting your lip with a small growing on your face. he leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss before whispering, âiâd marry you in a heartbeat, angel.â his words make your heart race, and you canât help but smile as he pulls you closer, his thumb gently tracing circles on your skin. âi love you, you know that?â he murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âand iâll be ready whenever you are.â
đđđ đđđđ (ìŹìŹì€)
youâre sitting on the edge of the bed with jake, playfully nudging his shoulder when you suddenly say, âmarry me.â his eyes widen for a split second before a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. âdang it, i was gonna say it first,â he teases, shaking his head in mock frustration. you giggle, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. âtoo slow, baby,â you reply. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. âfine, you win,â he murmurs, kissing the tip of your nose. âbut only because i love you,â he adds, his tone light and playful.
đđđđ đđđđđđđđ (ë°ì±í)
youâre lying on the couch with sunghoon, your head resting on his chest when you suddenly whisper, âmarry me.â he freezes, eyes widening as he sits up slightly, his mind racing. âwait, so where and when? but then how many people would we invite? and what aboutââ you canât help but giggle at his seriousness, interrupting him with a soft kiss on the cheek. âbaby, itâs just a joke,â you say, smiling at his adorable overthinking. he blinks, processing your words, then relaxes, a shy smile forming on his lips. âoh, well, i was gonna say yes to that proposalââ before he can finish, you quickly add, ânever mind, iâm marrying you"
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ou suddenly blurt out, âmarry me, sunoo.â his eyes widen in surprise before he breaks into the softest smile. âwhat?â he laughs, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. you grab his hand, squeezing it gently, âi mean it, marry me.â he looks at you with those eyes as he leans in closer, his nose brushing yours. âyouâre so random, baby,â he whispers, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. âbut yes, iâll marry you,â he adds, kissing you again, longer this time. his lips taste like strawberries, and you giggle against his mouth. âmy forever love,â he murmurs between kisses, pulling you into his arms, holding you tight like he never wants to let go. âletâs stay like this forever, yeah?â he says softly, planting a kiss on your forehead
đđđđ đđđđđđđ (ìì ì)
youâre cuddled up with jungwon when you suddenly say, âmarry me, wonnie.â he looks at you, surprised, then bursts into a soft laugh, his dimples showing. âwhat?â he teases, but thereâs a twinkle in his eyes. you pout playfully, âiâm serious! marry me!â he grins and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. âwell, nice timing,â he says, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. now youâre the one whoâs shocked, eyes wide as he slips it onto your ring finger. âi was gonna ask you,â he whispers, leaning in to kiss you softly. âyou beat me to it, my love,â he chuckles against your lips, wrapping his arms around you tightly. âso, is that a yes?â he asks, nuzzling your nose. you nod, still in disbelief, âyes, a million times yes,â you whisper back, kissing himÂ
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you suddenly say, âmarry me, riki.â his eyes widen in shock, and he looks at you. âjust because i turned 18 doesnât mean you can propose to me now,â he says, a teasing smirk on his lips. you roll your eyes, laughing. âitâs a joke, kiââ but before you can finish, he interrupts, pouting a little. âaww, i wanted it to be real so i could actually say yes.â your jaw drops, and you playfully shove him. âi hate you,â you grumble, but the warmth in your voice betrays you. he just chuckles, pulling you close and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. âtoo late, youâre stuck with me forever now,â he whispers, his nose brushing against yours
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COLLAB STAGE / Y.J
Pairing â sub!fem!idol!reader x dom!idol!jungwon (ft. Lesserafim Yunjin)
Genre â SMUT, fluff
Warnings â SMUT (MINORS DNI), harddom!jungwon, hair pulling, fingering, oral (m. receiving), semi-public sex, overstimulation, rough, slight dacryphilia, mirror sex, aftercare, dry humping, petnames (sweetheart, baby...), reader is a year older than jungwon (so he calls her noona)
Word count â 6.7k
Summary â You and Jungwon were friends since your trainee days, you've always seen him as a little brother, until this collaboration you had to with him for your Summer Gayo Daejeon performance
a/n: not proofread, enjoy!
You stepped out of the sleek, black car provided by Hybe Entertainment, the cool morning air brushing against your face as you headed toward the familiar studio entrance. The tall building loomed above you, your company logo glinting in the sunlight. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by the usual bustle of staff and trainees, everyone busy with their own schedules.
âGood morning!â you called out to a few familiar faces, receiving nods and smiles in return. The anticipation bubbled in your chest as you reached the designated practice room. Today was pretty special. The CEO had chosen you to do a collaboration stage with a member of Enhypen for the upcoming SBS Gayo Daejeon performance. And you were so happy that that member was Jungwon. You used to train together back in the day. He was only a year younger than you, and you were always pretty close. Plus, your groups debuted around the same time. But, what you did not know, was that Jungwon always kinda had a crush on you, and heâs been trying to make you see him differently for months now.Â
Pushing open the door to the studio, you saw him already there, stretching on the floor. His eyes lit up when he noticed you, and he jumped to his feet with a wide grin.
âNoona!â Jungwon called out, his youthful enthusiasm infectious.
âWon! Youâre here early,â you said, smiling back as you dropped your bag on the bench and joined him in stretching.
âI was too excited to sleep much,â he admitted with a chuckle. âThis is going to be so much fun. I canât believe we finally get to do this.â
âI know! Iâve been looking forward to it too,â you replied. âItâs been a while since weâve had the chance to work on something together.â
As you both chatted and caught up, the door swung open again, and the choreographer, Ji-eun, walked in. She was a renowned figure in the industry, known for her intricate and dynamic hip-hop routines. You had already worked with her, as she created the choreography for your groupâs last comeback.
âGood morning, everyone!â Ji-eun greeted, her energy palpable. âAre you two ready to work?â
âYes!â you and Jungwon responded in unison, exchanging amused glances.
Ji-eun clapped her hands together, signaling the start of the session. âGreat. Letâs get started with the basics of the routine. Itâs a hip-hop piece with a lot of sharp movements and synchronization. I need you both to bring your A-game.â
You and Jungwon nodded, focusing as Ji-eun demonstrated the initial steps. The beat of the music pulsed through the room, and you found yourself getting lost in the rhythm. Jungwon mirrored your movements perfectly, his natural talent shining through.
âGood, good! Now, letâs add some more complexity,â Ji-eun said, moving into the next sequence. The steps were fast and challenging, requiring both agility and precision.
As the session progressed, Ji-eun occasionally stopped to give pointers, adjusting your posture or tweaking a movement here and there. The routine was demanding, but you relished the challenge. You and Jungwon fell into an easy rhythm, your movements syncing effortlessly.
âPerfect! Thatâs what Iâm talking about,â Ji-eun praised after another run-through. âYou two have great chemistry. This stage is going to be amazing.â
Jungwon grinned at you, wiping sweat from his brow with his towel. âWe make a pretty good team, huh?â
âWe always have,â you agreed, returning his smile. âRemember those practice sessions back when we were trainees? We were always trying to outdo each other.â
âYeah, and you always won,â he laughed, a hint of admiration in his voice.
âNot always,â you corrected him. âBut most of the time, yes.â
You saw Jungwon roll his eyes playfully and open his mouth to retort, but Ji-eun called for another run-through. You threw yourself back into the routine, your body moving instinctively to the beat.
An hour and a half flew by in a blur of music and movement. By the time Ji-eun finally called for a break, you were both exhausted but exhilarated.
âTake fifteen, and then weâll do a full run-through with the music,â Ji-eun instructed, heading out to take a call.
You collapsed onto the floor, stretching out your legs. Jungwon flopped down beside you, panting lightly.
âThis is going to be epic,â he said between breaths.
âDefinitely,â you agreed. âWeâll show everyone what Jokerz and Enhypen can do together.â
Jungwonâs expression softened as he looked at you, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
Ji-eun returned to the studio and gave you both some final pointers before she left you to rehearse on your own. The studio was buzzing with the high-energy choreography you had been perfecting all morning.
âOkay, you two, I think youâve got a good handle on this,â Ji-eun said, clapping her hands together. âIâll leave you to practice on your own for a bit. Just remember to keep the energy up and stay in sync.â
âGot it!â you and Jungwon chorused, both of you giving her a confident nod.
As Ji-eun left the room, you turned to Jungwon with a grin. âSo, ready to run it again?â
âAbsolutely,â he replied, his eyes sparkling with determination.
You both got into position, and the music started up again. This time, without Ji-eunâs watchful eye, you found yourselves more relaxed, allowing your natural chemistry to shine through. Your movements were fluid and synchronized, feeding off each otherâs energy.
âNice move there, wonnie!â you called out mid-routine as he nailed a particularly tricky step.
âThanks, noona! Youâre killing it too!â he shot back, his smile wide.
After a few more run-throughs, you both paused for a break. You went to take your water bottle in the corner of the room, trying to do some air with your hand.Â
At the corner of your eye, you saw Jungwon pulled off his hoodie, revealing a tank top underneath. You blinked, momentarily taken aback. You had always seen Jungwon as a little brother figure, but seeing the definition of his muscles was⊠he was so hot. You tried to ignore the unexpected flutter in your stomach as you took a sip of water. As he took his own water bottle, you watched him discretly, a pool forming in your belly.Â
âUh⊠youâve been working out lately?â you said, attempting to keep your tone casual.
He glanced down at himself, then back at you with a casual shrug. âOh, this? Yeah, I sometimes work out with the hyungs. Gotta stay in shape, you know?â
You nodded, trying to focus on the conversation and not how his tank top clung to his frame. Wow, this was new. âMakes sense. Itâs just⊠I guess I never noticed before.â
Jungwonâs eyes twinkled with amusement as he caught the slight flush on your cheeks. âNoona, are you blushing?â he teased, flexing his arm a bit more prominently.
Your face heated up even more as you sputtered, âN-no! Iâm just⊠itâs hot in here, thatâs all.â
He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. âSure, whatever you say.â
Determined to shift the focus, you stood up and stretched. âLetâs get back to it. Weâve got to nail this routine.â
Jungwon chuckled, following your lead. âAlright, letâs do it. But donât think I didnât notice, noona. You were totally checking me out.â
You shot him a mock glare, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat. âFocus, won. Weâve got a show to prepare for.â
âYeah, yeah,â he said, still grinning. âIâm focused, donât worry,ââ his grin transformed into a cocky smirk as he put his hands into the pockets of his gray sweatpants and walked up to you.Â
As the music started up again, you threw yourself into the routine, trying to push aside the newfound awareness of Jungwon. But every now and then, you caught him glancing your way, that same smirk still on his lips. It was clear he enjoyed seeing you flustered, and you couldnât help but feel a mix of embarrassment and something else you couldnât quite place.
After a long and exhausting practice session, you finally made your way back to your dorm. As you opened the door, you were greeted by the familiar sight of one of your bandmate, Yunjin, lounging on the couch with her phone in hand.
âYay, youâre back!â she exclaimed, looking up from her screen. âHow was the practice with Jungwon?â
You sighed, dropping your bag by the door and collapsing onto the couch beside her. âIt was⊠something.â
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âWhat happened?â
You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. âWell, you know how Iâve always seen him as a little brother, right?â
âYeah, of course. Youâve mentioned it a million times,â she replied, her curiosity piqued.
âOkay, so today, we were practicing this really tough hip-hop routine for Gayo Daejeon,â you began. âAnd Ji-eun left us alone to rehearse on our own for a bit.â
âUh-huh, go on,â she encouraged, leaning in closer.
âWell, Jungwon took off his hoodie because it was getting hot in the studio,â you continued, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory. âAnd he was wearing this, like, tank top underneath. I had no idea he was that⊠fit.â
Yunjinâs eyes widened, and she burst into laughter. âOh my God, you got flustered, didnât you?â
âI meanâŠa little,â you admitted, burying your face in your hands. âItâs just, Iâve always seen him as this cute younger brother or something. But today, he looked⊠argh.â
âDifferent how?â she pressed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
You sighed, finally giving in. âHe looked⊠so, so hot. I couldnât stop staring, and he totally noticed!â
She laughed even harder, clutching her stomach. âThis is priceless! Our ynnie has a crush on Jungwon!â
âItâs not like that!â you protested, though your blush betrayed you. âI was just⊠surprised. I didnât expect him to have grown up so much.â
âOh, sure,â she said, still giggling.
âStop teasing me, Unnie,â you groaned, playfully shoving her. âIâm just trying to process it. I mean, heâs always been like a brother to me, and now suddenly, heâs this attractive guy. How did that even happen?â
âSounds like youâve got it bad,â Yunjin teased, nudging you with her elbow. âBut seriously, itâs not a bad thing. Maybe itâs time to see him in a new light.â
You sighed, leaning back on the couch. âI donât know. Itâs just⊠really confusing. Iâve always been so sure of our dynamic, and now it feels like everythingâs shifted. It doesnât feelâŠplatonic anymore.â
She smiled sympathetically. âFeelings can be complicated, especially when someone youâve known for a long time changes. Just take it one step at a time and see where things go.â
âThanks, Unnie,â you said, grateful for her understanding. âI guess Iâll just have to see how things play out during this collaboration.â
âItâs just a week and a half away, youâll be fine. And in the meantime, try not to get too distracted by his muscles,â Hana added with a wink, causing you to throw a pillow in her direction, one she dodged as she got up from the couch and sprinted to the kitchen.Â
âI hate you,â you said, loud enough so she could hear you.Â
As the evening wore on, you couldnât help but replay the events of the day in your mind. Seeing Jungwon in a new light was certainly unexpected, but maybe Hana was right.Â
The next day, you arrived at the practice studio a bit early, hoping to get some stretches in before Jungwon showed up. As you rolled out your yoga mat and began your stretches, the door opened, and Jungwon walked in, his demeanor radiating confidence.
"Morning, noona," Jungwon greeted you with a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Morning, wonnie," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Ready for today?"
"Absolutely," he said, dropping his bag and joining you on the floor. He started stretching beside you, his movements fluid and relaxed.
You chuckled nervously. "We need to nail this routine."
As you both warmed up, the studio felt smaller, the air charged with an unspoken tension. Jungwon seemed more confident, and his movements were more assured. And you couldnât help but feel turned on by his confidence. Focus, yn. Stop thinking about that. When you began practicing the routine, his eyes never left you, making you hyper-aware of his presence.
âAlright, letâs take it from the top,â you said, hoping to focus on the choreography and not on the way his tank top accentuated his toned arms. Of course, he had to wear a tank top again. A white one this time.Â
The music started, and you moved in sync, your bodies effortlessly flowing through the steps. But every time Jungwonâs eyes met yours, you felt your concentration waver. He seemed to notice, and his smirk grew more pronounced.
âCome on, noona, keep up,â he teased, executing a particularly sharp move with ease.
âIâm keeping up just fine,â you shot back, though you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.
As the routine progressed, Jungwon's playful teasing only intensified. During a particularly close part of the choreography, where you had to mirror each other's movements, he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear.
âYouâre doing great, noona,â he whispered, his voice low and smooth.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you missed a step, stumbling slightly. âTh-thanks,â you managed to stammer, trying to regain your composure.
He pulled back, grinning. âWhatâs wrong? You seem a bit distracted.â
âJust focused on getting the steps right,â you lied, hoping he couldnât see through your facade.
âSure,â he said, clearly unconvinced but not pushing it further.
You took a deep breath and forced yourself to focus. The routine was intricate, demanding your full attention, but Jungwon's newfound confidence made it increasingly difficult. He moved with a grace and assurance that was hard to ignore, and his constant teasing only added to your distraction.Â
You couldnât continue like that, or else you might burst. You never noticed how handsome he was or how hot he looked when he was focused on something. But since yesterday, that was the only thing you could think about.Â
During a break, you sat down to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead. Jungwon plopped down beside you, a bottle of water in hand.
âHere,â he said, offering you the bottle. âYou look like you need it.â
âThanks,â you said, taking it and drinking gratefully. âYouâre really on fire today. Did you have an extra shot of coffee this morning or something?â
He laughed, leaning back on his hands. âMaybe I did. Or maybe I just enjoy seeing you flustered.â
You nearly choked on your water, coughing slightly. âI-Iâm not flustered.â
âSure youâre not,â he said, his smirk widening. âItâs okay, noona. Itâs kind of cute.â
Your face burned, and you looked away, trying to hide your embarrassment. Why did your heart skip a bit when he said that? The way he was looking at you, with his playful smirk and his glimmering eyes. You should scold him, he was younger than you, how could he called you ââcuteââ. You hated that you actually liked it.Â
You cleared your throat, your cheeks still red and got up from the ground. ââUh⊠we should get back to practice ââ
âOf course,â he agreed, but the playful glint in his eyes told you he wasnât done teasing.
As you both resumed practice, Jungwon continued to push your buttons, his confidence making him bolder. During a particularly challenging sequence, he placed his hands on your waist to guide you into the correct position, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
âThere,â he said softly, his breath warm against your neck. âPerfect.â
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his closeness. âThanks,â you murmured, stepping away to put some distance between you. You couldnât be cphysically close ot him right now. Not outside of the chores.Â
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. âAnytime, noona.â
By the end of the session, you were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Jungwonâs confident teasing had left you more flustered than you cared to admit, and focusing on the routine had been a constant struggle.
âGood work today,â Jungwon said as you both gathered your things. âWeâre getting better.â
âYeah, we are,â you agreed, forcing a smile. âSee you tomorrow?â
âAbsolutely,â he said, giving you a wink. âI canât wait.â
As you left the studio, you couldnât help but replay the dayâs events in your mind. As the days unfolded, you avoided him the best you could. After practices, you always came up with an excuse whenever he asked if you wanted to grab something to eat or drink. But most of all, you avoided looking into his eyes. His beautiful and hypnotizing eyes.Â
Today was one of your last practices, as the Gayo Daejeon was approaching. You tried to keep your focus only on the routine, determined not to let him get to you. You couldnât. The choreography required for you to look into his eyes, but today was clearly impossible. His hair was parted in a way to make his features appear stronger. he looked so good. Every time your eyes locked, your cheeks would heat up, and your heart could race uncontrollably. Instead, you fixed your gaze on the floor or focused on a point over his shoulder, hoping he wouldnât notice.
But Jungwon wasnât one to miss much. After the fourth time, you avoided his eyes during the routine, he began to suspect something was up. Plus, he noticed how distant you were and how you tried to avoid him during the last few days. During a particularly close part of the choreography, where you had to face each other and mirror each otherâs movements, he finally decided to confront you.
You were supposed to step into each otherâs space, your faces mere inches apart. Instead of looking at him, you kept your gaze firmly on the floor, focusing on your feet.
âLook at me,â Jungwonâs voice was low but commanding. He stopped his movement and placed his fingers gently under your chin, tugging your head upwards to look at him, holding your waist wth his other hand.
You swallowed hard, your eyes reluctantly meeting his. âWhy are you avoiding my eyes, noona?â he asked, his smirk widening as he saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.
âIâm not avoiding your eyes,â you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled softly, his fingers still holding your chin. âYouâre a terrible liar. Whatâs got you so flustered?â
âIâm not flustered,â you protested weakly, trying to pull away, but his grip, though gentle, was firm.
âSure youâre not,â he said, his tone dripping with playful confidence. âCome on, noona, you can be honest with me.â
The intensity of his gaze, coupled with the proximity of his body, almost buckled your knees. âI just⊠Iâm trying to focus,â you stammered.
He leaned in closer, matching your height, his breath warm against your lips. âAnd looking at me makes it hard to focus?â
You bit your lip, your mind racing for a plausible denial, but nothing came to you. The way he was looking at you and how confident he seemed made it hard for you to concentrate. âYes,â you finally admitted, your voice barely audible.
A triumphant smile spread across his face. Before you could say anything, he closed the small distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, testing, but when you didnât pull away, he deepened it, his other hand that was on your waist pulled you closer. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt like you were melting into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with a hunger you hadnât realized youâd been suppressing.
You both pulled away, breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see the desire in his eyes. His pupils were dilated and he looked at you with half-lidded eyes.Â
Without even thinking twice about it, you grabbed the front of his tank top, pulling him back to you for another kiss, this time a lot more aggressive and forceful. Jungwon groaned against your lips, his hands finding the small of your back and pulling you closer. The kiss was fiery, your mouths moving in a heated dance. You both put so much force into the kiss, you were practiaclly sure your lips would have bruises on tomorrow.Â
He backed you up until you felt the cool surface of the mirrored wall against your back. His hands were firm as they roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your hands were feeling him, going from his broad shoulders to his biceps to his abs. You felt every muscle tense against your hands, and you absolutely loved it. You needed to touch him.Â
âLook at you,â he murmured as his lips attached to your neck, kissing and biting it, his voice thick with desire. âSo needy. You like this, donât you?â
You gasped, feeling a shiver run down your spine. âFuck, yes,â you whispered, the admission making your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
His eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he pinned your hands above your head, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the mirror. You could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants. âSay it again,â he demanded, his tone commanding.
âYes, I like this,â you repeated, your voice trembling slightly.
Jungwon smirked, his lips brushing against your ear. âGood girl.ââ His hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your skin, eliciting a moan from you. He chuckled, his hand moving higher, his thumb brushing over your bra. âSo desperate for my touch. Fuck, youâre perfect.ââ
You bit your lip, trying to stifle another moan. âPleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â he taunted, his thumb circling your nipple through the fabric. âUse your words, baby.â
âPlease, touch me,â you begged, your voice breaking.
âGood girl,â he praised, his hand slipping under your bra to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive skin. âI love hearing you beg for me.â
You moaned, pressing into his hand, your body trembling with need. âWonnie, I need youâŠâ
He growled, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. âI know, baby. I know.â His free hand slid down to your thigh, lifting your right leg to wrap around his waist. âGod, youâre so perfect. So responsive.â You felt his hard-on against your clothed core as he started to move a bit, causing both of you to hiss.Â
You felt like you were drowning in him, every touch, every word sending you spiraling deeper into desire. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. âLook at you, so desperate for me. Do you know how hot you look right now?â He thrust again, a little harder this time, and you let out a small, needy whine. He smirked, his hand moving to the waistband of your sports shorts.Â
In one swift motion, he slipped his hand inside, his fingers finding your core. You gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. ââFuck youâre so wet for me,ââ he murmured, his voice filled with awe. âYouâre such a good girl, arenât you? So ready to be touched.â
You moaned, unable to form coherent words, your body responding to his touch with a mind of its own. âYes, yes, pleaseâŠâ
He leaned in, his lips hovering your ear, before you could feel him sink his teeth to your lobe. âIâm going to make you feel so good.â And with that, he entered one finger and started pumping it, slowly at first. He picked up the pace when he saw you responding to his moves. He quickly added another one and you couldnât stop the moans from slipping.Â
"God, youâre so tight," Jungwon murmured, his voice laced with a mix of awe and desire. "I can barely fit two fingers in."
You gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. The tightness and the heat around his fingers made him groan in satisfaction. "Fuck. If youâre this tight around my fingers, I donât know how Iâm gonna fit."
You moaned, the combination of his words and his rough touch driving you wild. He smirked, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it. "You like that, donât you? You like feeling my fingers inside you, stretching you."
"Yes," you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more of his touch.
His smirk widened as he pushed his fingers deeper, his pace rough and unrelenting. "Look at you, so desperate for me. So wet and tight. Oh, Iâm gonna ruin you."
You whimpered, the pleasure building inside you, making it hard to think or speak. He chuckled darkly, his free hand coming up to cover your mouth as a particularly loud moan slipped out of your mouth. "Shh, we canât have anyone hearing you, can we? Anyone could walk into the studio and see you like this, begging for my touch."
His hand muffled your moans, the pressure of his fingers inside you and the movement of his thumb on your clit pushing you closer to the edge. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Youâre such a good girl, taking my fingers so well. But youâre also a dirty little thing, arenât you? Getting off in the practice studio where anyone could see."
You nodded, tears of pleasure forming in the corners of your eyes. The combination of his praise and degradation made your body tremble, every nerve ending on fire.
"Youâre going to come for me, arenât you?" he whispered, his voice low and commanding, as he felt your walls tightening around his fingers. ââFuck, I can feel how close you are. Go ahead, come for me, but keep it quiet. Show me how good you can be."
His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You bit down on his hand to muffle your cries, the intense waves of pleasure crashing over you. Jungwon continued to finger you through it, his touch relentless and rough, prolonging your release until you were a shaking, panting mess.Â
When you finally came down from your high, he withdrew his fingers slowly, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. ââYouâve made such a mess, all because of my fingers."
You blushed, leaning your had against the mirror. You were completely breathless. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste amazing. I canât wait to be inside you.ââ
When you finally find some sanity left, you gently push him a bit from you and let your hands run through his abs before tugging at his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. You wanted to make him feel just as good. He took off his shirt, revealing his toned abs.Â
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his smirk reappearing as he realized your intent. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice teasing.
"Returning the favor," you said, your voice husky with desire.
His eyes darkened with lust as you dropped to your knees in front of him, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants. You pulled them down slowly, your breath hitching as you revealed more of his skin. When his boxers followed, you couldnât help but let out a small gasp. His cock was big indeed and the sight of him made your mouth water.
"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice dripping with arrogance and amusement.
You nodded, your eyes locked onto his impressive length. You licked your lips, your desire evident.
"Then show me," he commanded, his tone dominant. "I want to see that pretty mouth of yours around me."
You nodded, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the tip of his hard cock. He groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and command.
You opened your mouth, taking him in slowly, savoring the weight and feel of him on your tongue. He let out a deep groan, his hips twitching as you began to bob your head, your hand wrapping around the base to stroke what you couldnât fit in your mouth.
ââFuck, baby" he growled, his grip tightening in your hair. "You look so good like this.ââ
You hummed around him, the vibration eliciting another groan from him. You quickened your pace, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around his length.
"Thatâs it," he praised, his voice breathless.Â
Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and the intensity of his gaze made you shiver. His dominance, the way he looked down at you with a mix of adoration and arrogance, only fueled your desire. You wanted to make him lose control, to hear him praise you more.
You deepened your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat. Jungwonâs head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. "Fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good. So fucking perfect."
You felt a surge of pride and arousal at his words, your movements becoming more fervent. His grip in your hair tightened, guiding your movements as he thrust roughly into your mouth. "You like this, donât you?" he asked, his voice rough. "Being on your knees for me, taking my cock like a good little slut."
You moaned around him, the degrading words sending a thrill through your body. He was pushing all the right buttons, and you loved every second of it.
"Answer me," he commanded, pulling you off him just enough so you could speak.
ââFuck, yes, I love it," you gasped, your voice breathless and needy. "I love making you feel good."
"Good girl," he purred, thrusting back into your mouth. "Keep going. Make me come."
You redoubled your efforts, your hand stroking him in time with your movements. His breathing became more ragged, his moans louder. "Iâm close," he warned, his hips bucking into your mouth. "Fuck, youâre gonna make me come."
You moaned in encouragement, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could. With a final, guttural groan, he tensed, his release spilling into your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste and the sound of his pleasure. When he finally released his grip on your hair, you pulled back, licking your lips and looking up at him. Jungwonâs eyes were dark with satisfaction and something deeper, something more tender.Â
He grabbed your jaw forcefully, making you go back on your feet and crashed his lips into yours, tasting himself on your tongue. He grabbed your hips firmly.Â
âTurn around,â he commanded, his voice low and rough with desire.
You did as he said, your heart pounding in anticipation. Jungwon pressed you against the mirrored wall, his body heat radiating against your back. He tugged your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, and you gasped at the sudden coolness against your skin.
âLook at yourself,â he whispered in your ear, his hand gripping your chin and tilting your head up to face the mirror. âI want you to see how desperate you are for me.â
Your eyes met your own reflection, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with anticipation. Jungwonâs eyes bore into yours through the mirror, a predatory gleam in them. He positioned himself behind you, his hand sliding between your legs to tease you, finding you already wet and ready.
He smirked, positioning himself at your entrance. Without warning, he thrust into you roughly, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he filled you completely. You cried out, the sudden intrusion overwhelming, but Jungwonâs hand quickly covered your mouth.
âQuiet,â he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. âAnyone could walk in and see you like this, see how much you love being fucked by me.â
You nodded, biting down on your lip to stifle your moans as he began to move. His pace was relentless, each thrust rough and deep, pushing you against the mirror. The sensation was intense, every nerve in your body on fire.
âLook at yourself,â he growled, his hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to meet your own eyes in the mirror. âLook at how youâre taking me, how much you love it.â
You whimpered, your reflection showing you lost in pleasure, completely at his mercy. His other hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in sync with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt your body tightening, the first orgasm building rapidly.
âWonnie, Iâm gonnaââ you started, but he cut you off with a harsh thrust.
âDo it,â he commanded, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. âCome for me, beautiful. Show me how good I make you feel.â
His words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, sent you over the edge. You cried out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Jungwonâs hand muffled your cries.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, his voice rough with satisfaction. âYou look so beautiful when you come.â
He didnât give you time to recover, his pace never slowing. Each thrust pushed you higher, the overstimulation making your body tremble. âWon, please,â you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. âItâs too much.â
âYou can take it,â he growled, his eyes filled with a dark hunger. His fingers moved faster on your clit, the pressure building again. You couldnât believe how quickly another orgasm was approaching, your body responding to his every touch.
âWon, I canâtââ you started, but he cut you off with another rough thrust.
âYes, you can,â he insisted, his voice filled with dominance. He leaned in, his chest pressed against your back as his lips hovered over your ear. âYouâre going to come again, and youâre going to do it while looking at yourself. I want you to see how much you love being fucked by me.â
The intensity of his words and the unrelenting pace of his thrusts pushed you over the edge again. You screamed into his hand, your body convulsing with the force of your second orgasm. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, your vision blurring as you were overwhelmed by the sensation.
âFuck, sweetheart,â Jungwon groaned, his own release approaching. âYou feel so good. So tight and wet. Youâre fucking perfect.â
With a final, deep thrust, he came inside you, his body tensing as he filled you with his release. You both stayed there for a moment, panting and trembling, the intensity of the encounter leaving you both breathless.
After you both recovered a bit, Jungwon carefully helped you straighten your clothes, pull up your shorts and panties, and made sure you were comfortable. He guided you to sit down on one of the benches, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and concern.
âYou okay, noona?â he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You nodded, still breathless and trembling slightly. âYeah, just⊠wow.â
He chuckled, his confidence still shining through. âYeah, wow.ââ
You smiled weakly, feeling the soreness already settling in. âI donât think I can practice anymore today. Iâm too sore.â
Jungwonâs eyes sparkled with mischief. âI guess I really did a number on you, huh? Didnât expect you to be so breathless and sore. Maybe I shouldâve gone easier on you.â
You gave him a playful glare. âDonât get too cocky, now. Youâre just lucky I didnât outlast you.â
He laughed, sitting down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âSure, sure. But thatâs not what you were saying when I was indie you, huh? All I heard was you begging for more.â
Your cheeks flushed, but you couldnât help but smile. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you love it,â he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âNow, letâs see what we can do to make you feel better.â
Jungwon stood up and retrieved a small towel from his bag, dampening it with some water from his bottle. He knelt in front of you and gently wiped the sweat from your face and neck, his touch tender and caring.
âHere, let me massage your legs a bit,â he said, his tone softening. âItâll help with the soreness.â
You nodded, grateful for his thoughtfulness. As he began to knead the muscles in your calves and thighs, you felt some of the tension easing away. His hands were skilled, and the massage was both soothing and relaxing.
âBetter?â he asked, looking up at you with a warm smile.
âMuch better,â you sighed, feeling more at ease. âThank you, wonnie.â
âAnything for you,â he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. He leaned in and kissed your neck, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.
You shivered, a mix of pleasure and exhaustion washing over you. âWon, we canât⊠not here. Weâre already lucky nobody walked in on us.â
He pouted playfully, his eyes filled with mischief. âBut I was just getting started on round two.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âMaybe later. Iâm way too tired right now.â
He smirked, his confidence and cockiness still evident. âFine, Iâll hold you to that. But donât think Iâll forget.â
You smiled, leaning into him. âI wouldnât expect anything less.â
Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. The warmth of his embrace and the gentle hum of the studio lights created a comforting atmosphere. You laid down on the bench, your head resting on his tights, while he played with your hair.Â
The soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of footsteps in the building provided a soothing backdrop to your quiet moment together. Jungwon's fingers traced light patterns on your scalp, making you feel relaxed and content.
âYou know,â he began, his voice soft, âIâve been thinking.â
âUh-oh,â you teased, peeking up at him with a playful smile. âThat sounds dangerous.â
He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âVery funny, noona. But seriously, I was thinking we should go out sometime. You know, on a proper date.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised but intrigued. âA date, huh? Are you sure you can handle that?â
Jungwon smirked, his fingers still threading through your hair. âI think I can manage. Unless youâre too scared to go out with me.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âScared? Please. Iâm just worried you might not be able to keep up.â
âOh, Iâll keep up,â he said confidently. âThe question is, can you handle it?â
You rolled your eyes, enjoying the banter. âAlright, tough guy. Where do you plan on taking me?â
He pretended to think for a moment, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âHow about dinner at that new rooftop restaurant downtown? I heard the view is amazing.â
âOoh, fancy,â you replied, impressed. âTrying to impress me, are you?â
âIs it working?â he asked, his expression hopeful but playful.
âMaybe,â you said, pretending to ponder. âBut Iâm going to need more than just a nice view to be impressed.â
He laughed, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. âChallenge accepted. So, what do you say? Dinner tomorrow night?â
You bit your lip, considering his offer. Despite the teasing, you felt a genuine excitement at the prospect of going out with Jungwon. âAlright, youâve got yourself a date. But only if you promise not to be late.â
He placed a hand over his heart, feigning seriousness. âI promise. Iâll even show up early, just to make sure.â
âWow, early?â you teased. âYou must really want to impress me.â
âMaybe I do,â he admitted, his tone more sincere. âYouâre worth it.â
You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and you smiled up at him. âWell, in that case, Iâm looking forward to it.â
âMe too,â he said, his fingers resuming their gentle play in your hair. âItâll be nice to spend time together outside the studio.â
You nodded, closing your eyes and letting the comfort of the moment wash over you. âYeah, it will be. Just you and me, no distractions.â
âNo distractions,â he agreed, his voice a soft promise.
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part one
SUMMARY ! only days after the heart-racing encounter in jungwonâs garden, youâre stunned to say the least when you find said prince right outside your window in an âundercover disguiseâ no less. what are you to do when he offers his hand and promise of an adventurous first date throughout town? keeping an eye on a clueless yet flirty prince couldnât be too disastrous.. right?
PAIRING ! prince!jungwon x gardener!f!reader
WC ! 5.5k
GENRE ! fluff, crack, adventure!
WARNINGS ! flirty jungwon. being chased by someone with a knife (itâll make sense i swear)
a/n: finally the long awaited part 2 is here for valentines and wonâs (late) bday gift T-T i wouldnât say u have to read part 1 to understand, but i recommend it for sure! i hope itâs worth the wait, please enjoy and lmk what u think <3
while your cottage may not be much to look at from first glance, you personally found it to be just as exquisite as any crystal mansion or skyscraping palace.
ever since youâd moved away to the capital to further pursue your career in gardening, the little wooden house smack in the middle of town had quickly become your safe haven.
of course, you being you, went ahead to make sure anyone who glanced inside for even a split second would know it belonged to someone who had a passion for nature; sleek vines overgrowing the walls and ceilings, arrangements of potted plants scattered throughout every room and hall, along with an abundance of miniature scented candles and woodland critter figurines placed carefully to enhance the forest environment.
yes, most of your neighbours (that youâd regrettably not even bothered to say hi to yet) probably thought a crazy old witch must be inhabiting such a strangely furnished building, but you werenât too bothered when everyday you got the chance to wake up surrounded by earthâs most beautiful creations, similarly to today; where everything was going just as it normally would.
youâd calmly risen at almost precisely eight oâclock, eagerly yanking away your curtains to absorb a deep inhale of the sunshine outside. while examining the view, you could make out the breathtaking sight of the yangâs castle in the far distance. it looked magnificent as always, the flag of the capital waving proudly on one of its pillars.
though now, you recognised it as not just the place where you worked; but also jungwonâs home â prince jungwonâs, you realise with an uncomfortable frown. you push away from the window, pacing over to your closet with newfound thoughts of the handsome boy flooding through your brain.
his stupidly attractive appearance even in nothing but silk pyjamas, the mischievous gaze he pierced you with as you sat atop his lap, how his fingers brushed your hips ever so gently and the way you could practically feel the softness of his pink lips up againstâ
no. you strictly pause, pulling out a pair of overalls. the maid was right to be disgusted, you remind yourself. iâm there to do my job and plant flowers, not to become involved with someone who shouldnât even be sparing me a glance, you think with gritted teeth, trying to reassure yourself that you didnât care despite the mere thought of never speaking to the prince again sending a horrible feeling to the pit of your stomach.
with a sigh, you only get your pyjama top halfway off your body when the sound of a surprised yelp coming from outside meets your ears. when you snap your head over to the glass and see nothing but your neighbours house as usual, your brows furrow suspiciously, ever so slowly pulling your shirt back on.
just as you were about to give up and continue changing, the very top of a straw hat pokes up from the bottom of your window.
your eyes widen, watching the figure stay completely still in their pathetic hiding spot. your mind flashes back to jungwon in the garden, feeling deja vu all over again as you creep up to the window. was someone.. spying on you of all people?
âpeeping-fucking-tom,â you whisper in rage, cracking your knuckles furiously.
once you reach the glass, you look down to take in the stranger, tilting your head dubiously at the sight of their hands covering their entire face and ears a bright red, almost as if they were.. flustered by something.
reasoning didnât matter; all you wanted was to give the creep a fistful in their disgusting face, thoughts on display as you shove your window open and harshly rip the hat off the strangerâs head. âyou spied on the wrong girl you piece ofââ
your jaw drops, touches the ground even.
there he was in all his glory, yang jungwon staring up at you with his big beautiful eyes outside your window of your house with cheeks blushing a hot pink. you donât even fully register the bizarre farmerâs clothes heâs dressed in, simply blinking down at him in utter horror.
âjungwââ you choke, âyour-your highness? what in godâs name are you doing here!?â
the prince swallows nervously, rising from the ground and taking his hat back from your grip, âkeep it down,â he whispers, scanning his surroundings anxiously, âcan i just come in?â
âwhatââ you facepalm, moving from the window to make room for him anyway, âyou know i have a door right?â
jungwon chuckles as he carefully steps inside your bedroom, brown boots meeting the hardwood floor abruptly. âyouâre getting quite bold speaking to your prince like that, flower.â
you try your best to ignore the words âyour princeâ, crossing your arms stubbornly. âi suppose i have the right to when said prince was watching me change like a pervert,â you remind with a raised brow.
his smile drops, a bright shade of red immediately returning to his entire face. âiâm sorry, i didnât see anythingâ i didnât mean to, i swear! i-i was just trying to surprise you!â secretly, youâre quite amused by the situation, unbeknownst to the fact that you were the first girl to ever make yang jungwon blush in such a way.
you sigh, ushering him into your kitchen despite still being in your completely- unprepared-for-guests-attire. âwell, you definitely surprised me.â on the journey through your cottage, jungwon takes his time studying every piece of decoration and trinket in fascination. it was rather adorable watching him poke every vine and lead curiously like a toddler.
âsmells like a jungle in here,â he notes, fingertips pulling down a vine carefully as you walk by it.
you snort, gesturing for him to take a seat at your kitchen table. âmhm, welcome to the house of a crazy plant girl.â you couldnât imagine how weird it must feel for the prince being in such a cramped, square room, contrary to the high ceiling dining halls the size of football fields back at his own home.
not that he commented anything on it though, almost as if he was thoroughly enjoying the new atmosphere surrounding him.
you move to turn on your kettle, grabbing two mugs and teabags along the way. out of the corner of your eye you make out the prince watching you ever so closely, a ridiculous straw hat still covering the top of his head. âso, with all due respect your majesty.. are you going to explain why youâre here? and the outfit?â
itâs almost like jungwon had forgotten himself; head whipping down to take in his rather suspicious plaid red shirt and overalls. âoh,â he says dumbly. âwell you see.. my parents werenât exactly pleased with my late night escapades, so now iâm under houseâ ur, uhâ castle arrest.â you raise a brow as you begin pouring the boiling water. âwhich is why iâm in my top secret farmer disguise!â the boy announces as if it was something to be excited about.
great. not only are you stuck with a stupidly attractive prince in your home, but one that is grounded, similarly to a small child.
you sigh, placing the steaming tea in front of him. âand why have you decided to bring this trouble to me yet again?â you ask for a second time.
âbecause, flower,â jungwon kicks his feet eagerly under your table, eyes turning into crescents as he smiles brightly, âi have so much planned for our date today!â
you freeze, nearly knocking over your drink, âourâ pardon?!â
gardenias represent joyous surprises. you know this not just because of your gardening past, but also because they were the key part in your fatherâs favourite story to tell â the one where your mother found out sheâd be having you and gave him a bouquet of gardenias with a letter containing the wonderful news.
you werenât too shocked hearing your motherâs choice of reveal considering your parents were also gardeners, but now, with the prince calling you âflowerâ as well, it felt strange and a tad bit nostalgic; almost as if heâd brought a piece from your home back to you.
in his head, it remained nothing but a silly nickname, but you decided that that was okay for now.
speaking of joyous surprises, yang jungwon seemed to love giving you more of them; even in the comical form of a wooden wheelbarrow full of new gardening tools as promised, right outside your cottage.
after forcing you to get ready for the âdateâ, jungwon had brought you to the front of your house to show you his mountain of gifts, and youâd almost fainted at the sight. when you tried to decline his generous offer, the calm boy insisted that the tools heâd bought for you cost no more than a rusty penny in his back pocket for him.
ânow letâs get going! iâve never taken someone on a date before..â he ponders curiously, âbut.. i figure that first we get some lunch!â he decides, giddily taking your hand in his.
at first you could barely take him seriously with such bizarre attire, but butterflies still manage to rush through you at the contact of his fingers laced through yours. you raise a curious brow, âyour highness, how do you know where anything is here in the town?â
âoh, i donât,â he admits with a grin. âbut thatâs what makes it fun!â you sigh, but at the same time, you couldnât help but feel excited.
youâve always been very strict and organised; never forgetting to update your schedule and plan out times and dates for everything. but in contrast, jungwon had clearly never experienced anything even close to responsibility in his life. he was bouncy, carefree, and probably clueless to all the bad things down in your town â but thatâs also the reason he felt perfect for you; like a breath of fresh air after being trapped in a muggy room all day.
it was a strange dynamic, yet you couldnât help but give in to his impulsiveness each and every time with an excited, joyful change in your heart.
âhey, you two youngsters! yeah you!â an old man in a straw hat suddenly calls, but you immediately knew better; he was only trying to scam your money straight out of your pocket, similarly to most people in the townâs marketplace.
of course, the prince doesnât know that.
âjungââ
before you could stop him, jungwon had eagerly pranced up to the manâs jewellery stand with a relaxed smile. all sorts of trinkets and variations of shining accessories hung on a wooden wall display, each attiring unique colours and gems.
âhello! these all look extremely beautiful, sir,â he compliments brightly.
the man seems equally thrilled, massaging his white beard habitually. âwhy, thank you, young man. theyâre all made of completely authentic gems and rare crystals.â he suddenly lifts up a blue necklace, pushing it closer to the two of you. with closer examination, you quickly notice how fake and bland the âcrystalsâ look, despite the high price and rich description. âiâm sure this one would look splendid on your girlfriend.â
you arenât sure whether your or jungwonâs eyes widened more, but it was clearly for different reasons as the boy digs into his pocket, pulling out a handful of gold coins and smacking them onto the table.
you gasp. âjungwon no-â
âthen of course iâll take it!â
âwonderful!â he beams. before any second thoughts could be processed, the man swiped the coins into a small box, smiling with a hint of malice as jungwon happily took the necklace while bowing in thanks. âare you interested in anything else? i also think these earringsââ
âno,â you harshly cut in, grabbing jungwonâs hand and stomping off like a mad woman.
he shoves the necklace into his overalls with his free hand, looking down at you worriedly. âmy flower, is everything okay?â
you nearly melt into a puddle at the princeâs pure tone, and it only increases your anger at how others took advantage of his sweetness.
âiâm fine,â you huff, eyes still scanning the marketplace for any other threats. âbut your majesty, you needââ
âjungwon,â he corrects.
you pause, looking up at him cluelessly. âwhat?â
jungwon meets your gaze from under his hat, sparkling with eased confidence. âyouâve already called me by my name twice today, and both times it sounded so much prettier from your lips.â all frustration practically vanishes from your body; much too busy gaping like a fish and blushing further as a satisfied smirk reaches the boyâs lips. he keeps walking as if nothing happened, urging you to follow. âwhat? itâs only the truth.â
after a couple minutes of trying to recover by dragging jungwon through more traders trying to offer deals (scams), a few creepy ladies insisting on reading your future, and one old man offering to perform a song on his bongo drums for the mere price of two gold pieces (jungwon absolutely refused to let that offer go, which led to a wasted ten minutes of sitting on the dirt in agony while the boy clapped along to the manâs song), youâd finally reached a small restaurant that you both deemed safe to dine in.
as you both walk in, you hold the princeâs hand tighter while of course still studying your surroundings for danger. luckily, jungwon doesnât seem to notice your stressed state, or else heâd definitely scold you for not relaxing and enjoying his date to the fullest.
the young woman at the front desk smiles robotically with a bow, silver name tag reading âyejiâ against her suit pocket. âwelcome! table for two?â
âyes, please.â you notice how her eyes narrow in on jungwon with an unreadable gaze, and you barely hold in the urge to walk right back out at the uneasy feeling it brings you. the prince in question is off in his own world as usual though; taking in the appearance of his first ever restaurant with shimmering pupils.
âright this way. you may take off your hat by the way, sir,â she furtively adds in.
jungwonâs eyes widen. âoh, i guess i could-â
before his fingers could even graze the straw material, youâd already swivelled on your heel, ripping his hand back down to his side. âheâs fine, thanks,â you grit out, trying to ignore how the woman smirks mysteriously as you take a seat across from each other.
the second she leaves, you send your date a harsh glare. âjungwon, you know you canât take that hat off! you almost revealed your identity to the whole town,â you whisper-yell.
he pouts. âiâm sorry! i just.. i felt so.. normal these past hours,â he admits, and your eyes instantly soften.
âwhat do you mean?â
for perhaps the first time since youâd met him, you catch a glimpse of insecurity in jungwonâs expression as he looks off to the side. âwell itâs just.. iâve never been to a restaurant or a marketplace like everyone else. and this is kinda embarrassing to admit.. but despite being a prince or whatever, i barely have any friends,â he confesses. âiâm always locked up in that castle like a prisoner and itâs so unfair that iâve been missing out on all the fun stuff down here!â
you feel your chest ache as you reach over the table to grab the princeâs hand, rubbing his knuckles sympathetically. âi understand that. there must be some fun things to do up there though, right?â
jungwon pauses to think, cat like eyes staring down at your intertwined hands softly. âyeah.. i like when our chef makes me mystery drinks and i have to guess whatâs in it. and a lot of the times we have this princess over âcause my mom likes her family, and she keeps me company i guess.â
a princess..?
your expression nearly falters, jealousy and insecurity of your own brewing its way to your stomach which surprises even yourself. youâre never usually one to be envious of anyone or anything â but you realise quickly that this is the effect your prince has on you.
âi- that.. thatâs good!â you try your best to sound cheerful, but he clearly sees through it by the giggle that leaves his lips.
âaww, is my pretty girl jealous?â his words have a blush rising to your cheeks, and it only deepens as jungwon lowers his plush lips to your hand, pressing a kiss against the skin with squinted cat eyes and a teasing smirk. âthereâs no need for that.â
his duality never failed to bring you whiplash. âiââ
âhere you go!â you flinch slightly when the waitress from before seemingly poofs out of thin air and offers a glass of ice water to both of you, her chestnut bangs hiding her piercing, fox-like stare.
you both give her thanks just as she clears her throat, eyes narrowing down on jungwon once again. âpardon of me to be asking, but what farm do you work on, sir? i swear i recognise you from somewhere,â yeji questions dubiously. the woman seems innocent to the eye, but every minute you endure with her, the more wary you begin to feel.
jungwon looks at you for help, which you quickly offer. âjust.. just the one down the path and to the right,â you spit mindlessly, âweâre coworkers andâ and we..â
ââon lunch break!â jungwon blurts. âweâre on.. yeah, uhââ
âyeah, lunch break,â you finish with the brightest, most convincing smile musterable.
she blinks, âi see. well then, iâll be back to take your orders in just a moment.â
as the waitress departs back around the corner, you release a ginormous breath you didnât even know you were holding. jungwon swallows with equal signs of relief, biting his lip apprehensively.
âflower.. i donât know why, but iâm starting to feel kinda uneasy being in here,â he mutters, barely above a whisper. just as he speaks, you watch closely as yeji arrives at a table to cater two middle-aged men, both smoking and playing some kind of gambling game judging by the piles of poker chips scattered around them. she bends down and pushes her silky hair back, whispering something into the taller manâs ear skeptically.
then, both men eerily turn and stare straight at you.
âjungwon, look at me,â you immediately snap, doing your best to remain completely normal looking despite now the frantic beating of your heart. for once, the prince doesnât look at ease nor relaxed like he usually would in bad situations; even jungwon was scared, you note in horror. âthey might be onto us, we need to get out of here now.â
he swallows, taking quick, frightened breaths. âbut how?â
âjustâ are you good at running?â
âuh.. i guess so,â the boy ponders. âi play soccer in the garden sometimes.â
if it were any other situation, youâd definitely be freaking out at the thought of jungwon recklessly kicking a ball around your lovely second home. âokay, on the count of three, weâre booking it.â
with a timid nod, jungwon reaches over the counter to hold your hand again.
you take a deep breath, glancing at the two men who are back to gambling and yeji who's busy with another table. â3.. 2..â jungwon sits up in preparation, adjusting his hat and overalls promptly. â1.. go!â you say it all in a loud whisper, heartbeat practically in your throat as you both catapult from your booth and race towards the exit with overflowing adrenaline.
perhaps it was a ruthless plan, but what else could you do in such a short time?
jungwon is surprisingly fast, easily keeping up with your pace as you yank open the restaurant door. in the background, your stomach drops as yeji hollers something about âthe prince escapingâ before two pairs of heavy boots immediately begin stomping behind you.
âshit, theyâre coming!â you hiss in despair. was this how jungwon felt when you chased him down in the garden? because now you understand how horrific it feels to be the one getting hunted; breath hitching, fingers trembling, heart continuously accelerating while you desperately search for any kind of distraction or escape route.
blindly, you turn right and head down the alleyway next to the restaurant while jungwon looks back to see the men asking a passerby where youâd run off to. they turn to your direction moments later, one pulling out a pocket knife while charging into a sprint.
ây/n, they have a knife!â he alerts from behind.
well, fuck.
you knew they wouldnât hurt jungwon (unless they wanted to get executed in front of the whole town by his parents), but you were an easy target; all theyâd have to say is that you were the one keeping the poor prince in captivity all along, and your death would be something worth earning a reward for.
up ahead was another problem. a decently tall, chain linked fence blocked off the rest of the alleyway along with a large green garbage box next to it. you glance at jungwon and he hastily nods in return, clearly having the same idea as you.
once you reach the garbage box, you swing your body onto it before pursuing your climb up the fence. just as you pull yourself over the top and to the other side, a strangled yelp is heard behind you.
you look down in alarm to see jungwon, half way up the fence, with one of the men holding his ankle in a fight to pull him back down. the bigger man with the knife was steadily getting closer, encouraging you to reach down and grab the princeâs hand and pull him up yourself.
âhurry the hell up!â the man furiously calls to his slower partner. it was a game of tug of war with jungwon in the middle, and you suspect that the only reason youâre winning is because of how hard the boy shakes his ankle in an attempt to kick the man in the face.
taking a deep breath, you furrow your brows and pull as hard as your body allows you to from the top of a decently high fence. itâs just like pulling out a plant from the soil, youâve done it a billion times before, y/n.
at that moment, jungwon whimpers in pain at the manâs brutal clasp on his ankle combined with the strain in his arm that youâre tugging relentlessly. itâs almost a cue that sets you off; the sound of the poor prince you care so deeply for being hurt sending strength and anger through your veins, enough to emit another harsh yank and scream from your body.
finally, the man loses his grip. âcâmon, câmon!â you shriek, helping jungwon as he scrambles up the fence and parkours over just as the man jumps in an attempt to catch him. you both carefully leap to the ground and dash off once more, even if your body felt like collapsing at any moment.
in the distance, a large forest grew the faster you ran towards it. though heâs out of breath, jungwon speaks up hastily at the sight. âflower, i know the perfect place to rest.â
the sound of rushing, powerful water was getting louder the deeper you followed jungwon off the main path and into the woods. why you were trusting him at this point of your date? you had no idea, but you blame the beautiful assortments of plants and wildlife surrounding you for being such a nice distraction.
at last, jungwon stops at two specifically large, graceful trees that leave no space to see in between, as if they were the hidden entrance to some kind of mythical fairy world. âhere we are,â he declares while smiling down at you. you watch in awe as he finally pulls off his straw hat, taking in the fluffy black hair you continuously felt the urge to run your nails through.
with a deep breath, jungwon pulls the two trees apart and allows you to duck under his arm. when you look back up, your heart nearly stops.
it has to be the most beautiful sight youâd ever seen.
seemingly straight out of narnia or neverland, a grassy flatland of blooming flowers revelled below droopy vines falling from ginormous trees. some plants held little berries or blossoms upon their leaves, and it was probably why so many bunnies and other critters inhabited burrows close by. and of course, the most brilliant part of it all was the crashing waterfall that bubbled white at the bottom, embellished with lily pads that occasionally held pink lotuses on top.
you couldnât understand how it wasnât a tourist spot, but you supposed how difficult it is to find was a factor, and that anyone who managed to do so would prefer to keep it as their personal secret.
a bigger hand confidently grabbing onto yours brings you out of your daydream. âyou.. you do like it, right?â the raven haired boy asks incredulously.
âlike it? won, this is.. amazing! iâm speechless,â you ramble, speed-walking over to a bush of small red flowers obliviously while jungwon grins at his new nickname. âjust look at these naturally growing cardinals! and.. and the water lilies!â
the prince almost forgot he was out with a gardener. he giggles in adoration as you continue dragging him around the small fairyland, big eyes examining each plant thoughtfully. it was even more adorable how every time, youâd tell him a bit about the flower and ask what he thought about it.
ââand this oneâs a blue flag water iris! do you like it?â you beam.
jungwon has never seen you act so childish and free before, and it makes his cheeks hurt from smiling. âyeah, this oneâs really pretty,â he agrees. âdo you.. have a favourite flower?â
it wasnât because he had plans to make you a humongous bouquet in the future, of course not.
you look up from your bent over position to gasp. âobviously not, thatâd be like having a favourite child!â
he smirks, maintaining eye contact as you rise to your full height. âfair enough. still, itâs amazing how you just.. look at them and know what kind of plant it is.â
âthatâs what happens when you have gardening parents i suppose,â you shrug.
as jungwon takes in the new information about your family with excited eyes, you both take a seat on the grassy terrain by the waterfall. it soons changes to lying down on your sides, facing each other with soft laughter as you tell him funny gardening stories youâd experienced with your dad.
suddenly, he gasps comically. âi almost forgot!â while still lying down, the male digs into his overalls pocket, pulling out the cheap blue necklace from the marketplace with a proud expression. he gestures for you to sit up with him. âturn around pretty, iâll put it on for you.â
you weigh the pros and cons of telling jungwon the necklace was fake, coming to the eventual conclusion that he probably wouldnât care either way. if he could fall for you over a rich princess, things like status and oneâs money clearly had no detrimental effect on him.
with your front now turned to the waterfall, the prince ever so gently reaches around your neck and locks the blue necklace in place. you mindlessly turn back around, gasping when you find his handsome face despicably close to yours.
his bangs blew left and right ever so slightly with the breeze of the waterfall, brown cat-like eyes peering down at you with nothing but love. you swallow when you glance down and see how he hesitantly licks his lips, at last reaching up to cup the soft apple of your cheek.
there was only one other incident where youâd been so close to each other. âthe last time we were in this position..â you donât even have to finish your sentence before jungwon bursts into laughter with you quickly following, reminiscing on how rudely he had pranked you.
âi said i was sorry, okay!â he defends. âyou were just so cute on my lap, you were so.. so sure i was gonna..â he cuts himself off by erupting in giggles again, making you pout in disapproval of the moment being ruined so soon.
you canât just sit around and let history repeat itself, can you?
before your confidence fades away, you pounce on the laughing boy, pressing him to the ground and lowering down to smash your lips on his. jungwonâs eyes widen and he grunts in shock, hastily recovering as he begins gently kissing you back and lifting his hands to your waist.
his lips feel unexplainably addicting, plush and pink as they mesh with yours, breathing in sync as you bring a hand to finally tangle your fingers through the shining roots of his hair.
suddenly, youâre being flipped over to the grass with such benignity yet strength altogether. jungwon hovers over you with a pleased smile at his new power, mischievously staring at you below him with palms near your head.
just when you raise a brow and start to question his motives, heâs pecking your lips quickly to shut you up. âflower?â he calls out, barely above a whisper.
the whole time his smile never falters, and it makes a grin of your own blossom across your face. âyes, my prince?â
his head tilts to the side. âi really like you.â
your chest pangs with happiness, and you feel the pounding urge to just sit up and pull him into a carefree embrace at the confession. there was a hint of stress still resting in the back of your mind, but you make sure to not think about the troublesome things; what this meant for the future, or what other people would say if they found out. instead, you reciprocate his words with equal amounts of affection and honesty.
âi really like you too, won.â
jungwon exhales in relief, flopping back down on the grass next to you. âit was this amazing date that convinced you to give me a chance, right?â he wiggles his brows sarcastically, earning a snort in response.
âyeah, right,â you mock. âgetting chased down and having to help your slow ass over that fence really sealed the deal for me.â
the prince gasps, turning to send you a glare as your chest begins shaking with teasing laughter. âhey! that was your plan to run out of there. maybe if we stayed quiet instead of stampeding through the whole restaurant they wouldnât have noticed!â he banters sassily.
instead of firing a retort back like youâd plan to, you pause, smile dropping. âspeaking of those guys.. wonât they like- tell your parents or something?â
of course, jungwon only simpers cockily, unaffected by your worries as usual. âpretty, did you forget your boyfriendâs a prince? nothing a little money in return for silence canât solve.â you donât know which part of his sentence stuns you more, in fact, him using the term âyour boyfriendâ felt a bit too good to be true â not that you were going to question it. he only snickers at your silence, reaching over to rub your cheek with his thumb in adoration. âi should start a tally on how many times i can make you speechless in a day. you make it much too easy for me.â
why did he have to be like this?
you sheepishly look away, facing the sky that turned an elegant orange as your manic day came to an end. âshut- shut up. we should be heading back anyway,â you decide, reluctantly pushing yourself up from the soft terrain. âi have to be up and working in the garden by dawn tomorrow, too.â
âreally!?â he beams, âso i can come see you, right?â jungwon follows your lead and stands up, brushing down his sleeves and overalls but never taking his eyes off of you.
âif your parents havenât killed you by then, sure.â
he scoffs, reaching a hand out to you. âdonât worry, flower, iâve got it all under control. now câmon, i already have so many ideas planned for our second date!â
itâs difficult to know if youâre more excited or scared, but you take his hand anyway with not a hint of hesitation. at this moment, you also decide on having a new addition to the palace garden dedicated to jungwon, full of camellias of course.
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love potions (but make it legal)!
pairing: tutor!jungwon x reader
summary: you had not been too excited about these tutoring sessions your potions professor had dropped on you. but, after meeting your tutor you couldnât hope but think you both were brewing more than just potions, perhaps even love?
genre: hogwarts au, jungwon is a loser for the reader, initially slightly one sided pining, fluff, angst
warnings: some hogwarts lore references, mentions of failing a class, jealousy, angst, magic stuff, kissing, suggestive(ish)
note: they donât actually make love potions in this but i liked the sound of it so i used it in the title hehe. i hope you guys enjoy this fic as you had given so much love to the heeseung one.
word count: 4.3kish
if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
to the anon who requested a jungwon hogwarts au im sososoo sorry for publishing this like six months later. i had a terrible writerâs block with this one. iâm terribly sorry, this constantly ran through my mind but i couldnât bring myself to begin. i hope you like this!
you were so screwed.
you felt like a deflated balloon looking at your mock NEWT results. you were literally failing your potions class. with all the time spent in balancing out your classes, quidditch and sessions at the room of requirement as a part of dumbledoreâs army, you had not practised well enough for your classes that were practical based.Â
seeing your grades drop from exemplary results to having mediocre grades and failing a class was depressing. so, your potions teacher had made you stay back to have a word with you which is why you stood off to the side. your head hung low in disappointment with yourself. if this continued, it would be hard to apply for an aurorâs job, which was your dream.Â
you were broken out of your thoughts by the sound of your professor clearing his throat. your head shot up and you looked around to see the room was now empty save for you both. he gestured to the seat next to his table, so you shuffled over.
he looked over the rim of his glasses as he scanned over your report card. you hated the pitiful look that crossed over his face, you were not used to this.
âyou are one of my best students, i really wasnât expecting this from you..â
you grimaced at his words, feeling worse about your situation. great, you were not the only one disappointed by yourself.
your professor must have noticed because his tone immediately became gentle as he gave you a comforting smile.Â
âsee, the only reason i asked you to stay back was because i know you can do betterâ, he shuffled through a register seemingly looking for something. âiâm sure you have your reasons as to why your performance went down. i know you can improve again.â
you nodded at his words, already starting to feel better, âyes professor i-â
âwhich is why i think you should get tutoredâ, he cut you off.
you froze. tutoring? this was so embarrassing, usually you were the one to provide tutoring to others, and now you have to be the one to receive it? no thank you.
you let out a small chuckle, âi understand professor, but i think i can handle it by myself.â
his brows creased at your words, âi donât think you have enough time for that, the exams are nearing and you have managed to mess up even the basic things in the exam.â
you sighed at his words, silently accepting your fate because he wasnât wrong. maybe you should swallow your ego and just get tutored, it was for your own good anyway.
taking a deep breath you put on a fake smile and gritted out, âokay.â
the rush of your mary jane clad feet filled the hallways of hogwarts with clopping sounds. your feet skidded to a stop in front of the library doors and you placed your hand over your chest, trying to catch your breath from the ten minute long run. you were late for your first tutoring session because your evening nap went a little longer than expected.Â
brushing out stray hair strands from your face you opened the doors and stepped in, looking around for your tutor. the only person other than you was a boy with raven hair, sitting on a bench completely surrounded by bookshelves.Â
you approached him, assuming he was your tutor.Â
âuh hey!â, you called out in an unsure manner. âare you my assigned tutor for po-â
âyesâ, he cut you off curtly, not even bothering to spare you a glance. âtake a seat.â
you frowned in confusion at his cold behaviour and pulled out a chair to sit next to him. he seemed to be shuffling through some papers and organising them. a few seconds went by with him failing to acknowledge your presence. you cleared your throat awkwardly and introduced yourself, trying to get his attention.Â
his head immediately shot up as soon as he heard your name, his eyes widening in what you could tell was surprise. confused at his reaction, you just gave him a small smile. he was silent for a while, giving you enough time to take in his features.
bangs fell over the smooth skin of his forehead and he looked at you through glasses which fit perfectly on his face, adding on to his handsome features. you had seen him around a few times as you shared a few classes with him. he was one of the smartest students, loved by all his teachers.
âuh iâm jungwonâ, his voice broke through the awkward silence.
you nodded, âhey. iâve seen you around.â
his lips pulled up into a smile at that as he let out a small laugh nervously. you raised your eyebrows at his sudden shift in demeanour. just a moment ago he didnât care about your presence and now he was smiling? whatever.
âprofessor told me you had been facing some problems with potionsâ, he looked down and tapped his quill on the table. âwhat can i help you with?â
you explained how you messed up the practical test for your mocks. he listened intently, never breaking eye contact with you which made you a bit nervous.Â
you came to an end of your rant but jungwon still maintained eye contact with you, his chin resting on his hand now.Â
you cleared your throat, âso..?â
he still seemed to be staring at you, his eyes out of focus as he dreamily smiled at you.
frowning at his odd behaviour, you waved your hand in front of his face which broke him out of his thoughts. his eyes widened momentarily as he shook his head, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.
âare you sick?â
he chuckled nervously, âno no i was just planning out how i could help youâ
he picked up a quill and started writing a plan for you in neat handwriting. once he was done, he passed the sheet over to you.
âweâll follow this for the next two weeks. meet me in the potions class at four tomorrow.â
you gave a once over at what he had written and smiled at him. âwill do, thanks jungwon!â
he nodded and started packing up his things. when he was done he looked at you expectantly, âitâs time for dinner, letâs go to the great hall together.â
you smiled and gathered your things as well.
it was the first day of your tutoring and you were early today.
or you thought so.
glancing around the potions classroom, you spotted jungwon already there. he was perched on a stool, arranging vials and flasks on the tables. unlike his usual composed demeanour in class, he seemed flustered, his bangs falling over his forehead as he fumbled with a particularly stubborn stopper.
he looked up as he heard you shuffle in, a relieved smile splitting his face.
"ah, there you are! i was starting to think you'd gotten lost."
"lost?" you repeated, a laugh escaping your lips. "in the potions classroom? hardly."
he chuckled, a nervous undertone to it. "right, of course. so, are you ready to tackle some invisibility potion today?"
you straightened your robes, a determined glint in your eyes. "ready as i'll ever be. though," you added, an unsure lilt in your voice, "considering my track record, maybe 'invisible' isn't the best thing to start off with."
jungwon's hummed, his cheeks flushing. "well, that's why we're practising, isn't it? to avoid another...disappearing act?"
you snorted. "exactly. though, to be fair, the professor did say my failed polyjuice potion was rather impressive in its...uniqueness."
he winced. "right. let's just focus on not achieving sentience with our cauldron this time, alright?"
the rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of chopping netslime and muttering incantations. jungwon was a patient tutor, though his explanations sometimes devolved into nervous rambling when your eyes met.Â
by the end of the session, your potion shimmered a faint, almost-invisible blue. not perfect, but a far cry from your previous disasters. jungwon beamed, his earlier awkwardness replaced by genuine pride.
"see? you're a natural! with a little more practice, you'll be brewing like snape in no time."
you laughed. "snape? now that's a terrifying image."
he chuckled, then cleared his throat, his gaze flickering away. "well, i should probably get going. i have herbology first thing tomorrow."
you nodded, gathering your things. "alright, see you then. and jungwon?"
he stopped at the door, his eyes questioning.
"thanks a lot for doing this. i already feel more confident.â
he smiled at that, making you do the same unconsciously.
the next two weeks flew by in a flurry of potion-making and stolen glances in your sessions, and outside of it whenever you both crossed paths. you had made a new friend and you were grateful for his help. you found yourself approaching the cauldron with newfound determination. your brews were improving steadily, and the playful banter during your sessions only added to the enjoyment.
one particularly chilly evening, you hurried down to the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for your secret DA practice sessions. you entered to find the familiar sight of your fellow students practising disarming spells and dodging jinxes. but amidst the chaos, you spotted an unexpected face â jungwon.
he was facing away from you, expertly deflecting a curse with a flick of his wand. you blinked, momentarily speechless. you never knew jungwon was a part of this! a warmth bloomed in your chest, a mixture of surprise and a strange sense of pride.
"nice one, jungwon!" , you called out, a wide grin on your face. jungwon turned, his eyes meeting yours. a flicker of surprise crossed his features before he broke into a wide grin.
"hey there," he said casually, striding over to you. "didn't expect to see you here."
"me neither," you admitted, a smile playing on your lips. "i guess you're not just a potions prodigy, huh?"
he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "turns out i have a few other hidden talents."
the rest of the evening flew by in a whirlwind of practice. seeing jungwon in this new light â confident, skilled, and fighting for a cause you both believed in â made your heart flutter. he was everything you admired and more.
admire? since when did that happen?
shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you got back to practising your charm. although, over the duration of the practise, your mind couldnât help but wander towards jungwonâs recent behaviour. he had been sweet to you since the beginning, always ready to help out. and the way he blushed around you and quipped with you, you couldnât help but think that maybe he also felt something?Â
as the group started dispersing, you lingered near the room's entrance, feigning the need to adjust your cloak.
"hey," jungwon's voice startled you. he was packing his bag, a casual smile playing on his lips. "didn't head out yet?"
"actually," you began, fiddling with the strap of your bag, "there was something i wanted to ask you about."
his smile widened in invitation. "shoot."
you took a deep breath. "it's about dumbledore's army. we've been working on patronus charms lately, and well, i'm struggling a bit." shame tinged your cheeks. you weren't used to needing help with spells.
jungwon's expression softened with understanding. "a patronus charm, huh? tricky business, that. but hey, i might be able to offer some pointers."
relief washed over you. "really? that would be amazing!"
he gestured towards a secluded corner of the room. "come on, then. let's see what you're working with."
you settled onto the dusty floor, explaining your struggles. you could conjure a faint wisp of silvery light, but it was far from the actual form you needed. jungwon listened intently, occasionally asking clarifying questions.
"okay," he said once you finished, "it seems you've got the basic idea down. the key is focusing on a strong, happy memory. something that evokes a feeling of pure joy and warmth."
he saw your hesitant expression and chuckled. "don't worry, it's not a competition to see who has the most embarrassing childhood memory."
you forced a smile. "no, of course not." but your mind struggled to find that perfect memory.
jungwon seemed to sense your frustration. "close your eyes," he instructed gently.Â
"take a deep breath and try to visualise a place that makes you feel truly happy. maybe a familiar place from your childhood, a special time with a friend, anything that brings a smile to your face."
you closed your eyes, following his guidance. images flickered through your mind â family picnics, winning a quidditch match, late-night talks with your best friend. but none of them seemed to spark the necessary warmth.
just as you were about to give up, a memory surfaced. a smile bloomed on your face. you opened your eyes and met jungwon's gaze. "i think i have it," you whispered.
he nodded encouragingly. "focus on that feeling. the warmth, the happiness, let it flow through you and into your wand."
you closed your eyes again, picturing the memory that brought you happiness. it was a little hazy as you tried to focus on the touch and sounds from that memory. with a deep breath, you pointed your wand forward and muttered the incantation.
a wisp of silvery light erupted from your wand, growing and solidifying into a shape. it wasn't perfect â the outline of a cat was more suggestion than a form â but it was a patronus. you had finally done it.
a cheer escaped your lips as you realised you had finally done it. you looked at jungwon, your heart brimming with gratitude. "i did it!"
he beamed, genuine pride radiating from him. "see? you're a natural. you just needed a little nudge in the right direction."
his words held a hint of something more, something that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to thank him properly, to express just how much his help meant to you.Â
"thank you, jungwon," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. you wished, however, that your patronus could solidify into something more impressive, something that truly reflected the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.
as if sensing your unspoken desire, jungwon stepped closer. his movements were subtle, almost hesitant. but before you could question it, he reached behind you, his hand gently wrapping around yours, enclosing both your hands and your wand within his hold.
a jolt of electricity shot through you at his touch. the air in the room crackled with a tension you hadn't noticed before. your focus on the patronus wavered momentarily, replaced by a hyper awareness of jungwon's warm torso pressed against your back, his fingers brushing against yours.
his warm breath fanned over your ear as he whispered even though there was no one around to hear you both, ânow completely focus on that memory.â
the room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with unspoken tension. you focused on the memory, it acting as a soothing anchor in the storm brewing inside you. but this time, something was different. the wispy light from your wand pulsed, growing brighter, solidifying. the faint outline of a cat sharpened, taking on a more defined form.
in the heightened focus, you were oblivious to everything except the memory and the warmth radiating from jungwon's hand on yours. the familiar nostalgia from the memory echoed in your mind, a beacon of happiness. with a burst of energy, a fully formed silver cat patronus materialised, leaping and frolicking around the room.
you gasped in awe, forgetting everything else. "it's perfect! it's actually a perfect patronus!"Â
you jumped, unknowingly pushing yourself more into jungwon, making him wrap his hands loosely around you as he chuckled lowly. you spun around to share your joy with him.
but as you turned, your breath hitched. you were impossibly close to him, his hand still wrapped around yours, his face mere inches away. his eyes were dark and intense, a mirror of the emotions swirling within you. the air crackled with unspoken desire.
you leaned in, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. he tilted his head ever so slightly, his lips hovering a whisper away from yours. his breath hitched ever so slightly, as you both leaned in, the space between your lips closing with each passing second.
just as your lips were about to meet, jungwon pulled back abruptly.Â
he cleared his throat, his hand falling away from yours. "that's... that's amazing," he stammered, his eyes flickering away from yours. "a perfect patronus. you really are something else."
his words held a strange distance, and a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. the electric tension that had thrummed in the air moments ago had dissipated, replaced by an awkward silence. you weren't sure what had happened, but embarrassment washed over you in suffocating waves. the joy of your achievement felt strangely hollow now.
your patronus immediately vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of sparkles behind.
the tension in the room receded as quickly as it had risen, leaving a bewildered silence in its wake. you blinked, confused and slightly disappointed. why did he stop?
"i, uh," he stammered, looking at his shoes, "i think it's getting late. maybe we should call it a night?"
did he regret the near kiss? or was there something else at play?Â
you opened your mouth to ask, but the words wouldn't come. the magic of the patronus lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.
"yeah," you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. "it's getting late."
jungwon offered a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before gathering his things and hurrying towards the exit. you watched him go, a myriad of emotions swirling within you.
disappointment gnawed at you like a dementor during your potions class the next day. your potions professor, inspecting your bubbling concoction with a delighted smile, declared it "exactly by the book."
he beamed, announcing, "it appears the extra sessions have paid off! perhaps we can consider them concluded, wouldn't you agree?"
a lump formed in your throat. you glanced at jungwon, expecting a playful jab or a celebratory nod. but he simply shrugged, a noncommittal, âsounds good to me,â escaping his lips.
the professor's words should have filled you with relief. you were back on track, independent once more. yet, as the class ended, all you felt was a hollow emptiness. you caught jungwon's eye for a fleeting moment, hoping for a familiar spark or a shared grin. instead, he averted his gaze, muttering a hurried goodbye and hurried out of the classroom.
this became a pattern over the next few days. in the hallways, where you once exchanged playful jibes, jungwon now seemed to melt into the background whenever you approached. shared classes were endured in a tense silence, his friendly demeanour replaced by a distant politeness.Â
you replayed the scene in the room of requirement over and over in your head, desperately trying to pinpoint where you'd gone wrong.Â
had you misread the tension? had you moved too fast, startled him with your sudden boldness?
one evening, you found yourself lingering outside the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for dumbledore's army. you weren't sure why you were there, perhaps a desperate hope that jungwon would appear. the door creaked open, and your best friend peeked out.
"lost something?" she asked, her brow quirked in concern.
you shook your head, the words refusing to form.
"everything alright?" she pressed gently, her perceptive eyes searching yours.
you sighed, finally blurting out, "it's jungwon. did iâŠdid i do something wrong?"
her knowing smile softened the blow. "ah," she said, pulling you into a hug. "sometimes, the most powerful potions are brewed in silence, simmering with unspoken emotions."
her words offered little comfort, but they planted a seed in your mind. maybe rushing something as delicate as what you felt for jungwon wasn't the way. maybe patience, like the perfect potion, required time and the right balance of ingredients. you resolved to let things cool, to focus on mastering your spells and potions, hoping that maybe, one day, the right opportunity would present itself, and the spark you shared with jungwon wouldn't need words to reignite.
screw whatever you thought before. you couldn't wait for that âone dayâ to come as you watched your classmate, a girl with hair like spun sunshine, practically cling to jungwon's arm in herbology. they were bent over, giggling like pixies at a particularly stubborn gillyweed.
fury replaced the embers of hope your friend had ignited. who was this girl? had he moved on that quickly?Â
jealousy bubbled in your stomach as you stalked away from the window, hurt settling in your chest. but you were determined to make things right, even if it meant making your friendship(?) with him awkward, you needed to know what went wrong.Â
the bell signalling the end of class was your cue. you bolted out, weaving through students, your eyes locked on jungwon. he noticed you coming, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but before he could react, you were upon him.
he was walking with the sunshine-haired girl, lost in their own conversation, until a breathless, "jungwon!" ripped him from it. he turned, eyes widening further when he saw your determined, (slightly crazed) expression.
"uh, hi?" he stammered, glancing between you and the girl who stood blinking at you both, confused.
"excuse me," you said politely through gritted teeth to the girl, who, thankfully, scurried off with a mumbled âsee you later, jungwon.â
now, alone with the reason of your anger and surging jealousy, you grabbed his arm and steered him away from the castle grounds. you marched him past the greenhouses until you reached a secluded clearing near the black lake. there, with a flourish that would have earned you points in charms class, you pinned him against a sturdy oak tree.
he stared at you, bewildered, as your chest heaved. "okay," he started cautiously, "what's going on?"
"what's going on?" you sputtered, finally finding your voice. "what's going on is, i thought we had...something!" you gestured wildly towards the castle, where you could still see a flicker of sunshine hair disappear around a corner.
jungwon blinked, then a slow blush crept up his neck. "we...we do! we had potions tutoring sessions, remember?"
you threw your hands up in exasperation. "ugh, not tutoring! thisâŠthis unspoken thing we have!"
his blush deepened, and he mumbled something inaudible under his breath.
"what?" you demanded.
he took a deep breath. "look, about that night in the room of requirement..."
"yes?" you leaned in, heart pounding.
he cleared his throat. "maybe i⊠i overreacted. i wasn't sure what you were feeling, andâŠ"
he trailed off, his gaze dropping to the ground. you gaped at him, realising the truth. you hadn't scared him off, he'd scared himself off!Â
but there was more. a flicker of insecurity crossed his eyes. "and to be honest," he admitted sheepishly, "the real reason i've been avoiding you⊠well, it's because i was trying to figure out how to tell you something...something big."
you blinked. here you were, fuming about a nonexistent threat, while jungwon had been battling his own insecurities. the situation was hilarious, almost. but mostly, it was endearing.
a slow smile spread across your face. "well, spill it, jungwon. don't leave me in suspense."
he fumbled with his words, cheeks burning a fiery red. "it's about...well, ever since the beginning of this year, iâve looked at youâŠin a different light."
your heart thrummed erratically now, hoping he was getting to where you wanted him to.
"...and, well, you're not just funny and smart, you're kind and brave, and the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, it just makes me..." his voice trailed off, his eyes pleading with yours.Â
his rambling was adorable, but the knot of frustration in your stomach tightened with every nervous stammer. you couldn't take it anymore.
grabbing him by the collar, you silenced him with a kiss. it started desperate, fueled by the need to know his true feelings, but as his lips met yours, it melted into something sweeter. you poured your unspoken emotions into that kiss, the frustration, the longing, the dawning hope.Â
suddenly, jungwon spun you around, switching your positions so that you were pushed against the tree now. your breath hitched in surprise at his sudden show of confidence. he dove back into the kiss, his soft lips moving against yours in fervour. the intensity of your kiss increased along with your pulse and you were pretty sure jungwon could feel it with the way he was pressed up against you
when he finally pulled back, breathless and dizzy, a different kind of silence hung in the air.
jungwon stared at you as your cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, mirroring the sunset bleeding across the lake. finally, a smile bloomed on his face, genuine and relieved.Â
"see," he breathed, voice husky, "that was much easier than all that."
you laughed, a genuine sound that echoed through the clearing. relief washed over you, warm and tingly. "i should be the one saying that" you teased.
âyeah well i chickened outâ, he scratched his head in embarrassment, âi wanted my confession to be perfect.â
you smirked, âyeah well what you pulled right now was very romantic. i didnât know you had that in you.â
he rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. âyou liked it though. letâs head back now, itâs almost time for dinner.â
you smiled as you walked in step with him, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. he squeezed your hand with a cheeky grin on his face. you returned the squeeze looking up at him in question, when his next words had a blush blooming on your face.
âi hope youâre going to pay me back for those lessons with more of such kisses.â
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off my face - yjw
pairing: jungwon x reader genre: soulmate au, mega FLUFF word count: 6.6k summary: in a world where each person has a soulmate mark indicating where they will be touched by their soulmate for the first time, thereâs jungwonâthe soccer team captain youâd like to be ruined by foreverâwho has no soulmate mark at all. what does that make you, someone whose mark has changed color because of him? author's note: finally!! here's your most awaited blond jungwon fic that i skipped sleep for<3333 inspired by this amazing prompt my friend sent me.
One touch and you got me stoned. Higher than I've ever known. You call the shots and I follow. Sunrise, but the night still young. No words, but we speak in tongues. If you let me, I might say too much.
You sat near the front row, posture perfect, eyes narrowed as Professor Minâs lecture on ancient mythology took a surprising turn. Todayâs topic wasnât just historyâit was soulmate lore, the mysterious marks everyone was born with, and the myths that surrounded them. The professorâs calm, seasoned voice filled the room, but the air buzzed with barely contained excitement. Everyone was alert, even the usual back-row whisperers, captivated by the promise of something rare: a sanctioned discussion about their most private marks.
âThese soulmate marks,â Professor Min began, his gaze sweeping the room with a faint smile, âare said to be the final traces of a bond forged in a past life. Legends tell us that in each lifetime, we may be separated from our soulmates, lost to distance or circumstance. But the marks,â he gestured to his own faintly darkened palm, âare said to be the soulâs way of leaving a trailâa reminder.â
A murmur rippled through the room. Everyone had a mark, a small patch of inky darkness, as distinct as fingerprints, mapped out on their bodies. Some had them on their palms or fingertips, waiting for the day a handshake or brush of fingers would light up that mark with color. Others had them in more curious places, whispering of fated touches in the most unlikely moments.
"The legend says," Professor Min continued, "that these marks were painted by oneâs soulmate in a past life, a vow made in hopes to meet again, to find each other across time."
You clenched your pen a little tighter, the faint tickle of wonder battling the urge to keep your expression blank and unfeeling. Youâd always kept your interest in soulmate marks private. They seemed so full of mystery, and the idea of your soulmate waiting for you somewhere was oddly⊠reassuring. You glanced down, conscious of the mark behind your knee, hidden like a strange secret that even you could barely understand. What kind of first touch would even reach there? The thought was both amusing and baffling, and you stifled a wry smile.
Around you, other students leaned in to chat, loud enough that their conversations blended into a steady hum. Your classmate Arin nudged her friend, laughing as she displayed the faint mark on her palm. âIâve been dying to know whoâll shake my hand one day,â she whispered excitedly, her eyes glimmering with hope.
But your gaze drifted just beyond Arin, landing instead on a familiar figure lounging in the middle row with his legs stretched out, looking every bit like he was born to disrupt things without lifting a finger. Jungwon. Handsome in a way that seemed almost unfair, with striking, dark eyes framed by lashes that cast subtle shadows on his cheeks, and hair the color of midnight that fell in soft, tousled waves. He had this effortless, magnetic presence that drew people toward him, like he knew he didnât need to try.
As captain of the soccer team and one of the most well-known faces on campus, Jungwon somehow managed to look both sharp and relaxed, as if the attention his looks or reputation brought him meant nothing. Youâd been crushing on him since last year, an avid fan always present at his games, cheering him on like a lovesick fool. Whenever he scored a goal, you felt your heart leap, and you couldnât help but unleash your inner fangirl, your excitement spilling over as you screamed his name. Right now, he seemed half-listening to his friends, a hint of a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back, eyes drifting up to the ceiling before refocusing on his friends. It was that easygoing confidence that made him impossible not to noticeâand, for you, impossible not to think about.
It was a boy from his friend group, Jay, who interrupted the class chatter by slapping a hand down on the table and teasing, âCome on, Won. You donât have a soulmate mark, my foot. No one gets off that easy.â The comment was light-hearted but loaded, and more than a few students turned to look.
To your surprise, Jungwon didnât react with one of his usual witty comebacks or careless shrugs. Instead, he just rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of something almost vulnerable flashing across his face. âNo, really,â he insisted, almost apologetically. âI donât have one. I checked a million times as a kid.â
Your pen paused mid-note, and a slight, irrational disappointment prickled in your chest. It was hard to believe, especially about someone like Jungwon, whose very presence seemed destined to leave a mark on others. Soulmate marks might be rare, but someone like him not having one? It felt impossible, like a missing piece that no one noticed until it was too late.
For a fleeting moment, you wondered if maybe he just hadnât found it yet. After all, some people only discovered their mark when it finally turned to color. Sometimes it wasnât a visible spot on the skin but something far subtlerâa shadow in the hue of their lips that would only brighten after a first kiss, or a darkness lingering in an eye, invisible until the gentle touch of someone wiping away their tears brought it to life. The thought sent a strange warmth to your cheeks as you glanced back toward him, wondering if Jungwonâs missing mark was just waiting for the right person to unlock it.
Still, he looked surprisingly honest, a faint hint of sadness clouding his otherwise bright gaze. For someone so magnetic, it was as if he was caught drifting in space, without any tether connecting him to anyone at all.
âAlright, alright,â Jay relented, raising his hands in surrender but laughing all the same. âGuess someoneâs too cool to be fated to anyone, huh?â
The professorâs voice cut back in, and you forced yourself to refocus, though your mind lingered on Jungwonâs quiet expression and the flicker of something in his eyes, something both resigned and deeply private. Could he really be alone in a world where everyone else was bound to someone?
âImagine having your mark on your knuckles,â Arin whispered beside you with a grin, oblivious to the moment that had just passed. âYouâd probably knock your soulmate out before you even realized they were âthe oneâ!â
Another round of laughter scattered through the room, like a shared inside joke. The air felt charged, as if everyone were suddenly curious about each otherâs marks, glancing around with new eyes. You let out a small sigh, tapping your pen against your notebook with a faint smile. As much as you tried to keep up the class president, model-student act, the idea of soulmates fascinated you in a way youâd never quite admit.
When the bell finally rang, the room filled with that familiar end-of-class chaos. You started packing up, keeping your head downâuntil you noticed Jungwon slinging his bag over his shoulder, looking effortlessly put-together, as usual. He laughed at something his friend said, his expression relaxed, his dark eyes flickering with amusement. But you couldnât help catching the faintest flicker of something else in his gaze as he glanced at his friendsâlike a momentary, unguarded look that felt⊠wistful?
Okay, maybe that was just you being overly imaginative.
You let out a little huff as you slung your own bag over your shoulder, shaking off the strange pity youâd felt moments before. So what if Jungwon didnât have a mark? You barely even knew him. Well, you kind of knew him, but from a distanceâand with way more daydreams than youâd like to admit. Still, it was silly to wonder about him, right? With your head full of these thoughts, you walked out into the hallway, lost in a world where maybe, just maybe, he was wondering about you, too.
And as you brushed past a group of friends, laughing and shoving each other, your hand slipped over the back of your knee, where your own mark was hiddenâquiet, waiting, and as mysterious as ever.
The sky was an endless blue, stretching wide over the school field as your class spilled out onto the grass for PE. With the teacher conveniently on vacation, todayâs instructions were simple: enjoy the free time. Most of your classmates took to the field, breaking off into little clusters for a lazy game of soccer, light stretches, or simple gossip sessions by the bleachers.
As class president, you took it upon yourself to ensure no one went too far or caused trouble. Your duty, as you saw it, was to survey your classmates from a slight distance, keeping an eye out with the calm, serious gaze youâd carefully perfected. Yet even from the sidelines, your eyes found themselves drifting toward a familiar figure on the field, drawn to him like magnets.
Jungwon was at the center of the field with his friends, casual and relaxed, but his every move carried an elegance that made your pulse skip. He was laughing at something his friend said, his eyes crinkling as he kicked the soccer ball back and forth, the glint of a confident smirk tugging at his lips. His ease on the field was mesmerizing, a mixture of strength and grace that made it hard to look away.
You reminded yourself to focus, scanning the field to check on the other groups. But before you could pull your attention back entirely, a voice called out, and you saw Jungwon pivot to chase the soccer ballâonly for it to ricochet off his foot, headed directly toward you with alarming speed.
In the split second it took you to react, you felt a sharp thud against the back of your knees. The impact sent you stumbling forward, knees buckling beneath you as you tumbled to the ground. Pain flared up where the ball had struck, but it was drowned out by the shock of it all.
âOh noâare you okay?â Jungwonâs voice was breathless with concern, his steps hurried as he reached you. You barely had a chance to process his arrival before he knelt beside you, face flushed and clearly panicked. His hand hovered awkwardly as if afraid to touch you, his usual calm replaced with something far more vulnerable.
âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean toâ Are you hurt?â he stammered, his voice unusually soft. He reached out gently, his hands carefully brushing against your arm as he tried to help you up. âCan you stand?â
Your mind struggled to catch up to the moment, and it took everything you had to keep your stoic demeanor intact. Jungwon was close, closer than heâd ever been, and the intensity of his worried gaze was unexpectedly disarming. Even as pain pulsed through your knee, you couldnât help but stare, captivated by how intensely he focused on you, as if everything else in the world had fallen away.
âIâm fine, really,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. But as soon as you tried to stand, pain shot up your leg.
Jungwonâs expression shifted to one of determination, and before you could protest, he slid one arm under your knees and lifted you up, his other arm around your shoulders. The world tilted as he held you in a firm, steady grip, his face barely inches from yours. âWeâre getting you to the nurse. No arguments.â
You blinked, momentarily stunned by his closeness, by the warmth radiating from him. âOhâokay.â The words left your mouth almost on instinct, your brain still catching up with the fact that Jungwon was carrying you, his focus set entirely on you. His hands brushed your arm as he adjusted his grip, and you felt a strange warmth bloom under your skin, something unfamiliar and electric.
The walk to the nurseâs office was quiet, but you couldnât ignore the way his gaze flickered to you, the gentleness in his expression as he murmured, âSorry again. Iâd never forgive myself if I hurt the class president.â
Your lips parted, searching for something to say, but the way he looked at youâsoft, maybe even a bit shyâleft you wordless. All you could do was nod, your heart pounding louder with each step as you held onto the feeling of his arms around you, wondering if he could hear it too.
It wasnât until you glanced down that you noticed itâa faint shift of color beneath your knee where the ball had struck. The mark, once hidden and dark, now radiated a subtle but unmistakable bright yellow hue, soft and warm against your skin.
You froze, eyes wide, as the realization settled in. Jungwon was still mumbling apologies, unaware of the discovery youâd just made. Only he could have caused the mark to change; he was the only one who had touched that spot. The idea left you breathless, your mind scrambling to make sense of it all.
In the clinic, the nurse examined your knee with a quick, professional assessment. âYouâll be fine,â she declared, sending you off with an ice pack and a faint smile. But your thoughts were still racing, tangled up in the startling realization that Jungwon might actually be your soulmate.
The whole walk back to class, you replayed the moment in your mind, trying to make sense of it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Perhaps someone had brushed the back of your knee at some other time, and you simply hadnât noticed. But deep down, you knew the truthâthe mark had only changed when Jungwon touched you.
And when you returned to class, he was there, hovering near the door with a worried frown. He looked up as you approached, eyes bright with relief.
âAre you okay?â he asked, a slight smile breaking through the concern etched into his features. âI was worried about you.â
Your heart skipped as you nodded, doing your best to keep your voice steady. âIâm fine. Just⊠a bit shaken up, thatâs all.â You felt the weight of the new secret pressing down on you, but you forced yourself to smile.
Jungwonâs shoulders relaxed, and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that effortlessly charming way of his. âIâm glad. Iâll be more careful with my aim next time.â
You smiled back, feeling the weight of the markâs new color, of the quiet truth only you knew. As Jungwon returned to his seat, your gaze drifted to the back of your knee, where the mark lay hidden under the fabric of your clothes, now touched by colorâby him.
In the days following the incident on the field, the world seemed to shift around you, humming with an energy you couldnât quite shake. The back of your knee, where Jungwonâs touch had changed your soulmate mark to a soft, distinct yellow color, was a constant reminder of the possibility that your crushâJungwon, the ever-handsome and kind soccer captainâmight be something even more significant than youâd ever dared to imagine.
âHowâs your knee?â he asked, his voice warm and tinged with that familiar gentleness that made your heart stutter.
âOh, itâs fine, really!â You waved it off, attempting to tuck your leg further under your desk, hoping he wouldnât notice the faint new color to the mark that still lingered behind your knee.
Jungwon didnât seem to buy it. âAre you sure?â he asked, his brows furrowing as he leaned down, intent on seeing for himself. Before he could get a closer look, you tugged your skirt down a little farther, hiding the mark as best as you could.
âIâm sure, really,â you insisted, trying to keep your tone casual. âItâs just a little sore, nothing to worry about.â
For a moment, he hesitated, his gaze lingering on you, unreadable. Then he nodded, standing up with a quiet, sheepish smile. âAlright. Iâll trust you, but only if you promise to let me know if it starts hurting again.â
You managed a nod, clutching your books a little tighter to keep your hands steady. âI promise,â you said, hoping he didnât notice the flicker of nerves in your eyes.
Your third shared class of the week was English, and just as the teacher assigned the dayâs group work, the class began to shift into pairs. Coincidentally (or so you told yourself), the seating arrangement placed Jungwon near you that day.
âHey,â he said, his voice soft as he approached. He offered you one of his signature, heart-stopping smiles. âMind if we pair up? I meanâŠif youâre okay with it.â
With an effort to keep your expression neutral, you nodded. âSure,â you replied, your voice steady even though your heart was anything but.
Settling at a table near the window, you both pulled out your notebooks. The task was straightforwardâanalyzing a poem about soulmates. You caught a breath at the irony, and Jungwon, seemingly unfazed, began reading the passage aloud. His voice, low and calm, wove through the words as you listened, though your mind kept wandering to his every movement, the way his eyes flickered thoughtfully over the page, how his fingers held the pencil lightly but with intention.
âWhat do you think?â he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You cleared your throat, willing your focus back to the assignment. âI thinkâŠwell, itâs romantic. But itâs also kind of tragic, right? Thereâs always this sense of waitingâlike, what if they donât meet?â
Jungwonâs gaze flickered up, lingering on your face a little longer than necessary. âYeah, thatâs true,â he agreed, his voice thoughtful. âThe idea that youâre waiting your whole life for just one personâŠitâs a lot of pressure.â
He paused, eyes settling on you, as if searching for something beneath the calm exterior you held so tightly. âDo you⊠believe in it? Soulmates, I mean?â
Caught off guard, you looked down, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on the edge of your notebook. You thought of your parents, of their own lovely story about finding each other through their marks, and how youâd grown up with those tales of destiny. And now, here you were, sitting with the very boy who might be your own fated match.
âI think,â you began slowly, âthat I want to believe in it. My parentsâŠthey have one of those classic stories. Itâs hard not to believe in soulmates when youâve heard stories like that all your life.â
He nodded, listening intently. âI get that. I guessâŠsometimes I wonder what it would be like. But itâs hard to picture when you donâtâŠyou know, have any marks yourself.â
The quiet sadness in his tone took you by surprise. Youâd never considered what it might be like to go through life without a soulmate mark, to feel like something intrinsic was missing, a feeling that destiny had passed you by. Suddenly, your thoughts flickered back to the legends the elders toldâhow markless people were said to carry the weight of unrequited love from a past life, doomed to wander without a soulmate to mark them in this one. The idea hung heavy in the air, mingling with your sympathy for him.
âMaybe it doesnât matter, then,â you murmured, almost to yourself. âMaybe people without marks find their person too, in other ways.â You couldnât help but think that perhaps Jungwon was one of those souls, burdened by a love that never came to fruition.
The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. Jungwon seemed lost in thought, his gaze drifting out the window as he considered your words. And just then, a strange sense of comfort washed over you, knowing that even if he was unaware of it, you shared a connection that went beyond what either of you could see.
âMaybe,â he said finally, and then he flashed you a lopsided grin. âWell, even if soulmates are real, maybe itâs a good thing Iâm mark-free. I donât think Iâd want someone to find out I was their soulmate because I hit them with a soccer ball.â
His laughter rang out, and you couldnât help but join him, but beneath the mirth, your heart clenched. You wanted to tell him everythingâto reveal the secret that could bridge the chasm between you. But as the words formed on your lips, fear gripped you. What if you were wrong? What if he truly didnât have a soulmate mark, and this moment of connection was just a fleeting illusion?
So you swallowed hard, plastering a smile on your face that didnât quite reach your eyes. âWell, letâs just keep that between us, then,â you replied, hoping to mask the anxiety swirling inside you.
Inside, the truth weighed heavy, a secret that felt more like a burden than a bond. Keeping it hidden seemed safer, easierâeven if it left you feeling like a ghost, drifting alongside him but never truly reaching out. The thought of him being one of those markless soulsâthe ones who carried the pain of a love never realizedâmade you ache. You didnât want him to feel that emptiness, and yet, here you were, hiding a truth that might shatter the fragile connection you shared.
Perhaps it was better this way. Better to hold onto your heartache in silence than risk shattering the bond you had built, no matter how tenuous it felt. As you returned to the assignment, the bittersweet taste of longing lingered on your tongue, mixing with the thrill of possibility, leaving you torn between the hope of what could be and the fear of what might never come to pass.
Finally, during your biology class, your teacher assigned a laboratory cleaning rotation. By the luck of the drawâor maybe a twist of fateâyou found yourself paired with Jungwon. It was supposed to be a simple task, but as the two of you gathered supplies and began tidying up the classroom after hours, you felt the weight of every quiet moment.
Jungwon appeared beside you as you straightened a stack of textbooks, arms full of markers and erasers. His casual, laid-back attitude only heightened the quiet thrill that being near him sparked in you. As he handed you an eraser, your fingers brushed slightly, and you pulled back quickly, heart racing.
"Are you always this⊠serious?" Jungwon teased, his lips curving into a half-smile. "I mean, you donât have to look like weâre cleaning the whole school."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. âItâs just how I work. I take tasks seriously.â
He nodded, still smiling. âYouâre impressive, you know. Itâs likeâŠyouâre always so composed, like nothing rattles you.â
Caught off guard by his observation, you froze momentarily, not sure how to respond. Behind your serious exterior, you were anything but composedâespecially around him. Before you could answer, he turned away to tidy the bookshelves, leaving you wondering if heâd picked up on the effect he had on you.
After a while, Jungwon returned to the task at hand, dusting off a few of the windowsills. It was quiet for a few minutes, the sounds of your combined effort filling the room. You both worked in sync, a silent rhythm that had developed without either of you realizing it. And then, with an abruptness that caught you off guard, he spoke again.
âHey,â he said, hesitating. âI know this might be a weird question, but⊠whereâs your soulmate mark?â
The question hung in the air between you, heavy with implications you werenât ready to unravel. Your heart thudded as you carefully set down the books youâd been holding, gathering your thoughts.
You felt a flush creep up your cheeks. "Um, it's⊠it's on my knee," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The intimacy of the moment made you shy, and you instinctively shifted your weight, the hem of your skirt falling to cover your knee even more.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, curiosity glimmering in his eyes. âOh? Is it⊠already in color?â
You hesitated for a brief moment, weighing your words. âUh, yeah,â you replied, biting your lip. âIt changed a while ago. But itâs not a big deal.â You left out the part about him possibly being your soulmate, feeling the weight of that truth settle heavily in the air between you.
His expression shifted slightly, disappointment flashing across his features before he masked it with a casual smile. âThatâs cool,â he said, his voice a bit quieter now. âI guess⊠it must be nice to have that certainty.â
âYeah,â you said, trying to keep the mood light despite the sudden heaviness in your chest. âI mean, itâs comforting, I suppose.â
But beneath your words, a sense of longing stirred. You noticed how his gaze faltered for a moment, and it struck you then how much he had hoped for something different. He had seemed eager, maybe even hopeful, and the realization stung a little.
Jungwon cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over you both. âSo, um⊠did you see the last soccer game?â he asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. âI think we really need to work on our defense.â
His attempt at lightheartedness felt slightly forced, and you could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Still, it was nice to see him trying to shake off the heaviness from moments before.
âYeah, I caught a bit of it,â you replied, grateful for the shift in focus. âYou guys played well, though a couple of those goals were pretty close calls.â
He chuckled, the tension easing just a little. âYeah, I think I almost gave our coach a heart attack with that last-minute save,â he said, grinning. It was an infectious smile, and you found yourself smiling back despite the weight still resting in the back of your mind.
The annual school festival arrived faster than expected, and the campus buzzed with activity and excitement. Classrooms were transformed into themed booths, hallways were draped with handmade decorations, and students wore colorful festival shirts and badges, their faces bright with paint and laughter. You found yourself stationed at the face-painting booth, brush in hand, ready to tackle the endless line of eager students.
Youâd always enjoyed events like theseâparticipating in the festival offered you a rare chance to relax and feel connected to your classmates outside of the usual seriousness you maintained as class president. Here, you were just another student, painting stars, hearts, and stripes on familiar faces.
âHey, whatâs up? Need a painter?â your friend Taeyoung called out to the next group approaching your booth. You followed his gaze and felt your heart skip when you recognized Jungwon and his friends heading your way, laughing and jostling each other. He wore a loose festival shirt with sleeves rolled up, a casual look that somehow made him even more handsome. You quickly glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of your paintbrushes and the paper towels you clutched a little too tightly.
The booth was busy, and with most of your fellow painters occupied, it didnât take long for Taeyoung to pair Jungwon with you. âHey, Y/N, looks like youâve got a VIP customer! Captain Jungwon wants to be a canvas today,â he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he nudged Jungwon playfully.
Jungwon chuckled, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyesâan eagerness mixed with a hint of shyness. âYeah, I guess Iâm in your hands now,â he said, his voice low and teasing. âNo pressure, right?â
You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure as your heart raced. âUh, right! No pressure at all,â you replied, your voice a little too bright. âWhat do you have in mind?â
You forced yourself to meet Jungwonâs eyes, fighting back the nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. âSo⊠what would you like?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
Jungwonâs usual confident smile softened a little, and he seemed slightly hesitant, rubbing the back of his neck, a gesture that made your stomach flutter. âMaybe a couple of stars on my cheeks? And⊠maybe a small cat on my forehead?â
You stifled a laugh at his request, realizing that behind his composed demeanor, he had a playful side you hadnât seen before. âA star and a cat. Got it,â you whispered, dipping your brush into white paint. You reached out carefully to steady his face, tilting it slightly toward the light. Your fingers lightly touched his cheek, and you couldnât ignore the spark that jolted through you at the contact.
Jungwon closed his eyes briefly, letting out a small breath. You tried to ignore the slight flush you felt creeping up your neck, focusing on drawing a perfect star on his left cheek. You painted in silence, but every so often, heâd open his eyes and glance at you, making your heart race each time.
With one cheek finished, you moved to the other side. He leaned in closer, giving you the perfect angle. The space between you seemed to shrink with every second, the sounds of the bustling festival fading into a distant hum. You were hyper-aware of everythingâthe faint scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating from him, and how your fingers gently brushed his skin. When you finished with the stars, you pulled back slightly to look at your work, meeting his gaze as you did.
âThey look good,â he murmured, his voice softer than usual.
You swallowed, breaking eye contact to reach for a new brush and dip it in black paint. âNow for the cat,â you said, trying to stay calm. âHold still.â
You carefully moved to part his hair at the center of his forehead. As your fingers brushed through his bangs, you froze, your eyes widening as you saw something strangeâa small patch of his dark hair was shifting, lightening to a soft honey-blonde under your touch.
âUm⊠Jungwon,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you stared at the transformed lock of hair falling against his forehead. âYour hairâŠâ
âWhat about it?â He turned to you with a hint of confusion, glancing up as if trying to catch a glimpse of the change. âDid I mess it up?â
You shook your head, the words tangling in your throat as disbelief washed over you. âItâs⊠itâs changing color.â
He blinked, clearly caught off guard, then brushed his fingers through the area youâd touched. His movements stilled, the warmth in his expression fading, replaced by something deeperâsomething unreadable. The air thickened around you, a heavy silence filled with unspoken questions.
âAre you sure?â he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours as if trying to decode the truth hidden beneath your surprise.
You nodded slowly, your heart racing. âYeah, I⊠I thought it was just the paint at first, but⊠itâs definitely not.â
The realization hung in the air, electric and palpable, igniting a spark of tension that sent shivers down your spine. Jungwonâs fingers gently traced the newly lightened strands of hair, his expression a mix of wonder and trepidation. You could feel your pulse quicken, an exhilarating rush flooding through you as you grasped the meaning behind this strange phenomenon.
Time seemed to stretch in that moment, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in your chest. Here he was, the boy youâd admired from afar, unexpectedly transformed before your eyes. Jungwonâthe one who had unwittingly painted your world in vibrant colors, now literally changing right in front of you.
Suddenly, self-consciousness washed over you like a cold wave. You averted your gaze, stepping back instinctively. âIâI should go finish with the others. Theyâre probably waiting for meâŠâ Your voice wavered, betraying the rush of emotions threatening to spill over.
Before you could dwell on it, a paint container wobbled on the edge of the table, knocking into your elbow. In your panic, you stumbled, sending brushes and colors sprawling over yourself. âOh no!â you yelped, scrambling to clean up the mess.
âY/N, wait!â Jungwon exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. He stepped closer, his hand closing around yours, halting your frantic movements. âStop. Just breathe.â
His grip was steadying, grounding you amidst the chaos of your racing thoughts. âLetâs find somewhere quiet, okay? You need to clean up.â His voice held a calmness that contrasted sharply with the storm inside you.
You felt a rush of warmth at his concern, but your mind spun with confusion. âBut⊠the boothââ
âTrust me,â he said, his gaze unwavering, a silent promise passing between you. âJust for a moment. Letâs talk.â
With a nod, you allowed him to guide you away from the festivalâs noise, your heart racing not just from the moment, but from the undeniable connection building between you. The thrill of discovery was tempered by the anxiety of what it all meant, and yet, in Jungwonâs presence, you felt something shiftâsomething new and exciting, just waiting to be explored.
He led you through a quieter section of the campus, where the walls were lined with colorful murals painted by students, the air filled with the faint scent of paint and creativity. The laughter and chatter from the festival faded into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves overhead and the distant sound of music drifting from the booths.
As you turned a corner, Jungwon paused, the air around you suddenly thick with anticipation. He glanced around, ensuring you were alone, then leaned against the cool brick wall, his posture relaxed yet focused. His gaze locked onto yours, intensity radiating from him. âMy hair⊠itâs slowly turning blond. Isnât this what soulmate marks are supposed to be like?â
His words hung in the air, electrifying the space between you. You felt the weight of the moment press down, your heart racing like a wild drum in your chest. âRight⊠your soulmate mark,â you stammered, the tremor in your voice betraying the chaos inside. âI didnât want to say anything because I thought it might just be a coincidence, but now⊠it's all starting to make sense.â
Jungwon stepped closer, the seriousness in his expression deepening. âYou mean you knew?â His voice was low, the edge of urgency evident. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
The air crackled with tension, and you felt your pulse quicken. âI didnât know it was you! I thoughtââ you cut yourself off, frustration bubbling within you. âI didnât want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward. Youâve been my crush longer than youâve been a friend. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep things from being awkward with you, especially when my mark changed?â
Jungwonâs expression shifted, vulnerability breaking through his confidence. âYour mark... is it.⊠when did it change? Am Iâwas it before⊠or after we met?â His voice was tight, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.
You took a deep breath, feeling the memories rush back. âThe day you carried me to the nurseâs office, you idiot.â
He blinked, taken aback by your response. âWait⊠that day? But I thought...â
His expression softened slightly, the intensity in his eyes shifting as he took a step closer. You held your breath as he knelt down, his fingers hovering over your soulmate mark. The moment felt electric, a mix of vulnerability and anticipation coursing through you.
âCan IâŠ?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, giving him permission to touch it. As his fingers brushed against your skin, a shiver ran down your spine. Jungwon chuckled softly, the sound breaking some of the tension between you. âCan you believe this? It feels just like yesterday when I accidentally hit my crush with a soccer ball at her knees,â he said, shaking his head with a bemused smile. âThe same crush Iâve wanted to approach since 10th grade but was always too afraid to mess up, especially with how she glares at boys.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the image of a younger Jungwon fumbling with his words as he tried to impress you suddenly vivid in your mind. âI didnât mean to scare you off,â you admitted, your heart swelling with warmth. âI thought you were just⊠confident, you know?â
He shrugged, a hint of shyness creeping back into his demeanor. âI try to be. But itâs hard when youâre crushing on someone whoâs out of your league.â
âOut of my league?â you repeated, incredulous. âJungwon, youâre the captain of the soccer team! Everyone looks up to you.â
âYeah, but that doesnât mean Iâm not nervous around you,â he replied, his gaze locking onto yours, sincerity pouring from his words. âItâs different with you. You make me want to be better.â
The air between you thickened with unspoken emotions, each heartbeat echoing the connection that had always been there, waiting to be acknowledged. You both stood on the edge of something monumental, the laughter of the festival fading away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of what lay ahead.
The next day, Jungwon strolled confidently down the hallway, his head of hair transformed into a stunning honeyed blonde that turned heads with every step. The shift was strikingâbold, noticeable, and oddly fittingâmaking it seem as though he had always intended to embrace this change. Whispers and awestruck glances followed him like a gentle wave, yet beneath that cool exterior, you could see the spark of mischief in his eyes, especially when they met yours.
âWow, he really went all out,â Arin murmured beside you, her voice a mix of surprise and admiration. âHe mustâve bleached the whole thing. I didnât think Jungwon had that in him.â
You nodded, trying to maintain your composure while your heart raced. âYeah⊠surprising, isnât it?â you replied, though a smile betrayed your nonchalance as you watched him navigate the crowd like he owned the place.
Unaware of the true significance of his transformation, your classmates continued their commentary. âLooks good on him, though,â one girl remarked, her tone infused with genuine admiration. âLike he was meant to have it all along.â
Jungwon seemed completely unfazed by the attention, wearing his new look with a blend of pride and ease, as if his blonde hair was a badge of honor that only you understood. It was a mark that connected the two of you in ways that no one else could fathomâan intimate secret wrapped in boldness.
As the hallway thinned out, he lingered by his locker, his casual demeanor slipping just a bit as he caught your gaze from across the hall. He lifted a hand, brushing back his hair with an effortless charm that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomachâa subtle nod to the secret you shared.
You walked over, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. âIt suits you,â you said, keeping your voice low, the air between you thick with unspoken words.
His eyes softened, gratitude shimmering in their depths. âGood to know,â he murmured, his tone low but filled with warmth. âAfter all, itâs your fault it looks this good.â
A faint blush crept up your cheeks at his words, and before you could respond, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice even more as he added, âAnd donât worry. The secretâs safe.â
In that crowded hallway, with laughter and footsteps echoing around you, it felt like you and Jungwon were enveloped in your own little world. His blonde hair, like a silent vow, was a reminder of what only the two of you understood: a hidden connection, pulsing with promise and anticipation, waiting to be explored.
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ⶠAFTER YOU'VE READ ANGST LIST !
or a compilation of my favourite fluff works that you can read after reading heart-wrenching angsts :âș
ìŽíŹìč â LHS
01 love is in the air @isoobie 02 cherry tinted @isoobie / @flwrshee 03 don't give me that look @heeliopheelia 04 keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you @heeliopheelia 05 heartbeat @strzlun 06 intimacy after dark @hysgf 07 sweet delicacy @hyhees 08 shirt @hoonvrs 09 campus' flirt @soov 10 chapstick challenge @jaeyunverse 11 always been you @jaeyunverse
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ì± â PJS
01 i hope i reached you @okwonyo 02 four times jay almost proposed + one time he actually did @jaylver 03 just hold me @heeliopheelia 04 let's take things slow from here @goldenhypen 05 meeting you here @goldenhypen 06 the line in between @yenqa 07 love letters @junityy 08 study lessons @jaeyunverse
ìŹìŹì€ â SJY
01 kiss it better baby @sjyuns 02 navy blue tie @byhees 03 heavy eyes @hyhees 04 here with you @yenqa 05 your name @soobnny
ë°ì±í â PSH
01 secret @isoobie 02 intentions @sjyuns 03 cherry @misojunnie 04 please say it @heeliopheelia 05 the twenty-four hours dating challenge @jaeyunverse
êčì ì° â KSN
01 you're so easy to love @heeliopheelia 02 misfit @palajae 03 face @hoonvrs 04 game time @goldenhypen 05 opposites attract @goldenhypen
ìì ì â YJW
01 i've missed you @heeliopheelia 02 anti-romantic @strzlun 03 sandy cheeks @hoonvrs 04 love grows where jungwon goes @soobnny
è„żæ ć â NRK
01 tutoring @strzlun 02 love me (k)not @palajae ( this has a sprinkle of angst ) 03 round and around @hoonvrs 04 twizzle into my heart @amakumos 05 hype girl @palajae ( tiniest bit of angst )
note. this will probably be updated whenever possible. also, consider checking out other works of the above writers as well because they're just as good
#ⶠAYRAL!#omg this is me making a rec list#my reading diversity is so.....#enhypen masterlist#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen fics#enhypen recs#lee heeseung#park jongseong#jay park#park sunghoon#sim jaeyun#kim sunoo#yang jungwon#nishimura riki
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EX-BF JUNGWON TEXTS
synopsis: texts with your (down bad)ex bf jungwon
warnings: cursing, yn calls jw a whore, alcohol, drunk texts, jiheon as yns face claim, pet names, mentions of kissing, mentions of periods and cramps, errr nth else i hope !!!
pairings: ex bf!jungwon x female reader
thoughts frm yuya đ i havenât posted in a while ackkk!!! im also like errrmmm almost sone with the jay fic itâs at 17k so far and iâve got like 4 scenes left đ€ also lmk if u want bnd texts bc iâm itching to do those too
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#yuya writes! âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ#k labels#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen au#jungwon enhypen#enhypen scenarios#enhypen#enhypen smau#enhypen texts#enhypen fluff#enhypen fics#enhypen fake texts#enhypen fanfic#enhypen fic#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen drabbles#jungwon fanfic#yang jungwon x y/n#yang jungwon imagines#yang jungwon x reader#jungwon imagines#jungwon fluff#jungwon x reader#jungwon texts#yang jungwon smau#jungwon smau#enhypen x yn#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x you
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