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tbhchoi · 3 years ago

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you owe me

pairing: wooyoung x reader

genre: fluff, classmates to potential lovers/friends, there's maybe one line that could be considered suggestive!

synopsis: your typical tuesday usually consists of going to class and then back home to nap. what it doesn't usually involve is you having to save your hungover classmate.

word count: 2.9k

warnings?: swearing, alcohol mention, very slight suggestive warning (mentioned in genre)

sighing, you stare at the pouring rain hitting your windshield. cursing at yourself for forgetting an umbrella once again. looking at the clock, you know you have to get in there before you're late for your only class of the day, physics. letting out a loud breath, you grab your bag and run, or rather attempt an awkward jog, from the parking lot to the building your class is hosted in. it's a bit ways away, "why don't they put the parking lot a normal distance from the building," you utter to yourself while wiping some of the rain droplets off your face. finally you make it to the dry inside of the building. you look down at your phone and notice the time, "shit" you say out loud before rushing to class, which unfortunately for you is located on the second floor.

hurrying into physics, you take your seat right next to your best friend, andi. just as you sit and put your bag down, the teacher, mrs. smith, or better known as 'mrs. shit' from the abundance of students who have a high distaste for her starts rambling on about todays class.

"hearing her nasally voice three times a week actually pains me inside," andi whispers from beside you. stifling a laugh, you nod your head in agreement before focusing back on your witch of a teacher. the last thing you want is to get caught up in anything with her. you still get shivers remembering the last time.

a few minutes into her explaining the fundamental particles of who knows what, the door swings open. looking up at the disruption, you notice a face anyone in the university would recognize. jung wooyoung. self renowned king of not giving a fuck about anyone or anything. most people call him your stereotypical fuckboy, saying he sleeps around with anyone and always breaks their hearts. he's been in a handful of your classes the last three years, and you can count on hand how many times he's actually showed up on time, if at all. rolling your eyes at his presence, you notice is his disheveled appearance, noting there's no way he's completely sober. you're definitely not one to partake in the whole party scene at college, but you don't ever talk badly about those who do. however, you don't think it's the best idea to show up to class looking the way he does.

you wouldn't say you hate him, you've never even had a conversation with him, but the thought of him getting reprimanded in front of the class might make the end of your lips curve up.

"this has to be good," you say to andi.

as soon as the teacher stops talking, the whole class goes dead silent and looks up.

"jung wooyoung," she starts, "care to explain why you're late?"

"no," is all he replies, earning light laughs from around the room, making his lips curve into a smirk. if wooyoung's fueled by anything, it's the reaction of his peers.

"i recommend doing so, we all know you're one principle visit away from being suspended." his smirk immediately drops.

"you wouldn't send me there simply due to being late," he tries to reason. she definitely would though, part of you thinks she gets enjoyment from moments like this.

"yes, i most certainly would, this isn't the first time, or even tenth time for that matter that you've been late," she argues, "and the semester just started."

you watch his face, he's obviously wracking his brain trying to come up with a new, believable excuse. which has to be hard, knowing he has never showed up to any of your shared class on time in the few years you've known of him. he spares a look towards his friends, they slightly shake their heads knowing they'd be no help. he's probably used them as an excuse at least five times this semester.

"if you aren't going to speak mr. jung, please head to the office," she states, going back to her desk to write a note for him.

you don't know what comes over you, maybe it's the look his face, the first time you've ever seen any actual emotion on it, or the niceness in you not wanting someone to get suspended, but your mouth opens before you can stop it.

"mrs. shi- i mean smith," you embarrassingly stumble over your words. she stops writing and her head, along with everyone else's turn towards you.

"what is it, y/n?"

you have absolutely no idea where you're going with this but you're too far in to turn back now.

"wooyoung was with me," you explain and you feel his sharp eyes on you.

"he was with you?" mrs. smith questions, not believing it yet, obviously. in what world would you and wooyoung ever mix, "but you were here on time."

"yes i know, i was rushing inside the building because of the rain and i accidentally ran into him, my books hit into him and i took him to the nurse, he told me to go ahead to class because he knows how i feel about being late," you rush out, hoping it's somewhat believable. you already know your friend beside you is looking at you like you have nine heads. "i could probably go get a note from the nurse if you'd like," you finish, silently hoping she doesn't ask you that because who knows how you'd pull that off.

mrs. smith stares at you for what feels like forever before sighing, "the note won't be necessary." turning to wooyoung, "is this true?"

not even bothering to look at the teacher, he keeps staring at you, a curious look in his eyes.

"yep," he lets out.

your eyes shifted over to your teacher, you could tell she didn't believe the story, "go to your seat, this happens again and you're done." she warns. he offers no reply and makes his way to his seat, not offering you any extra glances.

"what the fuck was that?" your friend silently yells, demanding answers. all you can do is shrug and point towards the teacher, hoping she gets the hint to drop it for now; she does. you know later though she'll be bugging you for answers that you honestly don't have.

you spare one glance back at wooyoung and notice him already staring at you. both of you rapidly move your eyes away. shaking yourself out of whatever you're going through, you get back to your work, not without noticing your friends confused stares.

"are you fucking him?" she asks, bluntly.

"what?" you choke, "no!" you chide.

"what's going on with you two, he hasn't stopped staring at you ever since that little scene you two played out for the class."

"literally nothing is going on," you whine at her.

"he's bad news you know."

"believe me, i'm aware. i've never even talked to him, and i don't plan to start," you reassure your friend, "i was just helping someone not get suspended, you know how i am."

"yes i definitely do," she chuckles, "you're too nice."

nudging her shoulder with yours, you tell her to get back to work. a short fifteen minutes later, your teachers dismissing the class.

"see you later?" your friend asks while packing up her stuff.

"andi, we live together."

laughing, you two bid your goodbyes, while you finish up the last problem on your worksheet. after andi walks away, you feel a presence in front of you causing you to look up.

jung wooyoung. who would've guessed.

"can i help you?" you let out, a little meaner than you meant.

"why?" is all he says.

"why what? be specific please," you tease.

sending a glare your way, "why'd you help me?"

"why did i decide to be your knight in shining armor you mean?" laughing to yourself as he sends another glare your way.

"answer me," he demands.

you shrug, "i don't know, you were clearly not in a good state of mind and i'm clearly too nice." it's the only answer can give him, you don't even know why you helped him.

"what do you want out of it?"

"what?"

"what do you want out of it? people don't just do things."

"you'll be happy to know that i don't do stuff for personal gain, jung." you tell him, with a sharpness to your tone.

"yeah, whatever." they way he's acting, after you just saved him from suspension is really starting to get under your skin.

"fine," you say.

"fine?" he questions.

"you owe me."

"i owe you?" he asks incredulously. you don't actually want anything but you know him being 'indebted' to you will bother him.

"i saved your ass from suspension."

grumbling, he agrees. wooyoung heads back to his desk to grab his stuff. before exiting, he turns back to look at you. you're just finishing packing your bag.

"thanks," is all he utters out.

you stare at him, you're pretty sure wooyoung has never thanked anyone in his entire life.

"you're welcome," you reply, "and wooyoung?"

he looks at you, "maybe tone down the partying on weekdays."

he huffs before turning around and walking out the door, muttering something that you can't quite make out.

rolling your eyes while grabbing your bag, you leave the classroom. luckily for you, it was the last and only class of the day, which means you get to go back to your dorm and take a long, deserved nap. the flower you get to the buildings doors, you're able to notice the still pouring rain, noting that it definitely hasn't let up at all.

"please stop," you plead quietly to the rain. after a few minutes pass, you figure the rain isn't planning on slowing down anytime soon so you decide to just make a break for it.

pushing the doors open, your about to run when a hand grabs your wrist.

"what-" you stop speaking once you realize who you're now face to face with, "wooyoung?"

he doesn't say anything, just takes his leather jacket off and holds it above yours and his heads. you can't help but stare at him like he's insane.

"well? are we going?" he says.

deciding not to argue with him, you push the door open fully this time. you two leave and quickly head for your car. you're about halfway there when you start to question him.

"why are you doing this?" you ask.

"you said i owe you right?" he counters.

"you're making it up to me by not letting me get wet?" you ask him.

"by not letting you get wet by the rain, yes." he answers, with suggestiveness laced in his voice and a smirk on his face.

you gag, "not happening."

"i'm joking, i'm joking," he reassures as you make it to your car. he still holds the jacket above your head until you safely settle into your front seat. as your buckling your seatbelt, you hear wooyoung plop himself in your passenger seat.

"excuse me?" you ask, baffled.

"what?" he asks as if it makes total sense that he's sitting in your passenger seat right now.

"what do you mean 'what?'" you retort, clearly unsatisfied with yet another one word reply from him.

"you told me i owed you, right?" you nod to confirm, still confused, "well, i just repaid my debt to you."

"how does this answer why you're in my car?"

"now you owe me. specifically a ride."

"that's literally not how it works. you owed me, because i saved your ass. now the debts repaid, and we never speak to each other again. it's not just an endless cycle of i owe yous."

he lets out a hum, "yes it is."

"what? no it's not, wooyoung-"

"just drive," he cuts you off and you turn to look at him. the nerve this man has right now. "please," he stops your angered thoughts.

"did the jung wooyoung just use the word please."

"won't ever happen again," he assures. staring at each other, you let out a huff and turn back to your steering wheel. reversing out of your spot, you ask him him where lives. to your surprise, he lives in the building next to yours.

"i've never seen you at that dorm building before," you say out loud, not necessarily to him but just making an observation.

"and i've never seen you until today," he replies. part you doesn't believe him though since you two have shared a lot of classes together in three years.

"i like to remain as just another face in the crowd, unlike some people," you bite.

"so you've heard the rumors," he says matter of factly.

"who hasn't?"

"fair." is all he says before the car falls silent again. except, you're not done yet. if he's going to invade your car, you're going to invade him, with questions only of course.

"are they true?" you inquire.

he's silent first, almost as if he's thinking, "depends." there he goes again with those one word replies.

"depends?"

"yeah."

"wooyoung."

he lets out a chuckle, "it depends on the rumor, y/n." that's the first time he's ever said your name, probably since he just learned it today, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't sound nice coming from him. no, y/n, no. not happening.

"like?" you press.

"like," he drags out, "do i sleep around? yes. do i make it known before that that's all it is? also yes. have i ever dated any of the people that have claimed to date me and had their heart torn out by me? no, they were all one night things and i made that clear with them beforehand." he says, almost bitterly.

you take in his words, wondering if he's being honest but really he has no reason to lie to you, you two probably won't ever speak once he leaves this car.

"what about the whole not caring act and always showing up late to class? i don't think i've ever seen you show up on time."

"so you notice?" he questions.

"not the point." you say, giving him a side eyed glare, causing him to smile.

"i care about a select few things, and school is definitely not one of them."

"you still shouldn't turn up drunk or high to class."

"first off," he begins, "i was hungover, not drunk or high and i don't usually," he reasons. you let out a sigh.

it's not your job to argue with him on his habits. nor could you find a reason to. he's a college student, partying and all of that is considered normal. and most students don't care about class as long as they graduate. could you really blame him?

the rest of the car ride passes in silence and before you know it, you're pulling up to the front of his dorm building.

"this is you," you say quietly.

"yep, it is." he says, unbuckling. stopping to look at you before getting out, "thanks."

"no problem," you reply back, quickly.

he gets out of the car and right before shutting the door, he calls out to you, "guess i owe you now, yeah?"

you groan, "wooyoung that's not how it works."

"yes it is," is the last of what he says before shutting the door and walking towards the building.

once you make your way to yours, you quite dramatically slam your face into your pillows and let out a string of muffled noises. you have no idea what today was, all you're hoping for is that it's done with. you really don't think you can take seeing his face, his handsome face at that, and hearing his annoying replies much longer.

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you're woken up the next morning by the sound of your obnoxiously loud alarm clock. you don't remember falling asleep yesterday, actually most of yesterday is a blur to you. you quickly check the weather, mentally cheering to yourself when you see that the forecast is calling for clear skies today. after getting ready, you get in your car and make your way to the needed building for your classes today, thinking to yourself how you hope these classes go by quickly. your first class of the day is organic chemistry, and thankfully you get to class five minutes early, just how you like it. rather than how it was yesterday, entering the class right when it's starting looking like you just ran a marathon. as you sit and wait, you watch the class slowly begin to fill with students. this class is one of your least favorite for the simple fact that you don't have anyone you're close to in it. well, that's what you thought. you know life couldn't be on your side too long because before you know it wooyoung walks in the door. you can't help but notice a few of the heads that turn to him, knowing it's an odd sight since he never shows up on time. you don't think you've ever actually seen him show up to this class. he looks around and spots you and then spots the open seat next to you. smiling, he makes his way to the open seat.

"decided to show up for once?" you say to him as he sits.

"i'm taking a page out of your book," he jokes back.

after the short exchange of remarks, the class begins and you focus your attention on the teacher. just because you're eyes are set to the board in front of you, doesn't mean you're immune to the burning stares you can feel from those around you, including a pair of eyes from the one guy you still haven't been able to figure out, but you're planning on trying to.

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#happy 200 notes!#thank u!! <3 #i've been reminiscing lmao

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