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loufi8iepuff · 5 months

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i’m never letting go

there’s no doubt you have a bone to pick with haechan — you like to think he just can’t help but get on your nerves, always comparing himself to you like life is some silly competition. that doesn’t mean you’re one to back down though. being your rival for so long, lee haechan has seen you date others in the past and has thought nothing of it, but why does he get ticked every time you hang out with your “best friend” a little too closely?

pairing | rival!haechan x college student!reader

genre | fluff, angst, dummy rivals throughout the entire fic, slightly suggestive in some parts, college au

warnings + notes | cursing, pet names (sunshine, bro), mentions of food, descriptions of anxiety, bff!chenle

wc | 6.1k words

a/n | this definitely took longer than expected to finish but the third part to the tttc series is out now! i’d love to know what you think about this one so feel free to send me anything <3 as always, rbs, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated ;0; thank you!

song recs | love - stayc, heartbreak feels so good - fall out boy, stranger - lauv

tttc m.list, main m.list

you were definitely being tested by god right now.

you were well known in your batch for having the most tolerance out of anyone, naturally gaining the title “angel of patience”. it was highly unlikely for someone to tick you the wrong way, though, that didn’t mean it was impossible. there were always… a few special cases. you were human, after all.

back in sixth grade, you vividly remember how your seatmate asked to borrow a pencil. you didn’t think much on it at first, gladly lending the said pencil. what you weren’t expecting was for them to make a toy out of it, sharpening the tip just for pure entertainment. to you, it was a waste. i mean- why would someone even do that in the first place? seriously.

another time was when a couple of boys decided to spill orange juice on your uniform. they claimed it was a harmless prank, and yet, not one bit of a chuckle came out your throat. you certainly weren’t going to let them go as simple as that. who were you? someone others could easily step on? let’s just say you never saw those same boys within your sight ever again.

though, you believe none of those experiences compare to the most horrid addition of “special cases” — that being your classmate in calculus, lee donghyuck, who’s much more often referred to by the name of haechan. your entire college life was filled with him pushing your buttons.

how fitting considering you’re taking calculus together. the concept of limits was no longer just a value that was tormenting for any student to solve because it now included haechan being the limit of your patience. not only did he enjoy every second of teasing you, he knew what he was doing, knowing just the right tactics to pop the fuse of your usually calm nature.

aside from your supposed never-ending patience, another thing you were known for was doing well on most of your subjects.

keyword: most.

calculus was not exactly one of those subjects… you were able to keep up with class, but your scores couldn’t exactly compare to haechan’s by a pretty long shot.

what’s even worse was the fact that the devil (re:haechan) didn’t seem fazed by any of the topics being taught in class, and here you were struggling to keep your head afloat.

truthfully, you were the only one who hated haechan to this degree. most people absolutely adored the boy, a vast contrast to your notion of him being the living reincarnation of the red evil spirit himself. though, you had a reason to (or at least that’s what you tell yourself).

no matter which class you two shared, it always ended up in a competition for the top spot. it wasn’t like you had a superiority complex or anything, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the validation it gave. to you, it meant you were doing well — physical proof that you weren’t doing just ‘something’ in your life because it turned out to be fruitful in the end.

haechan was your sole rival, the only person who had both the guts and the brains to challenge the spot you fought hard to fend off. he was never lacking in the personality department either, having the happy-go-lucky type that all the girls in tour class seem to be into these days.

anyone would swoon for him. well, everyone but you. at the end of the day, he was still your rival. you were never going to fall for someone in the likes of him. perhaps that’s why he’s taken the time to make your life a living hell by constantly staying in your presence.

even now, you’re fighting the urge not to punch his face as he tries getting your attention by messing up your hair with his fingers. “lee haechan, if you don’t drop it right now, you’re going to lose a limb in the next five seconds.”

“as long as it’s not my di-”

“i shouldn’t have given you the five seconds.”

“calm your horses, sunshine.” the boy teasing coos in your ear, his breath tickling your skin ever so slightly.

he’s been using that sickeningly, sweet nickname for you lately, making everyone think the two of you have some secret relationship going on. others would be dying to be in your position, but this was the last thing you wanted.

you wanted nothing to do with him.

well, now you had something to do with him.

“class, we’ll be doing a pairwork assessment in the upcoming week. i’ve already partnered each of you accordingly, please check the groupings list when you have some time to spare. don’t forget your finals come the week after as well!” your professor’s voice chirps through your ears early in the morning. you never had the best odds when it came to groupmates, most of them taking your kindness for granted before slacking off and leaving you with all the unfinished work.

you hope the god up there hears your pleas for once. having no one to help you for something that was meant to be done by a ‘pair’ was slowly but surely taking a toll on both your mental and physical well-being.

just. one. decent. partner. that’s all you were asking for.

after seeing the name beside yours on the list, you’re beginning to think there really is no god watching over your frail soul. lee haechan — his name might have just been the one you dreaded the most out of all your classmates, the all too familiar feeling of your heart sinking was starting to kick in.

speak of the devil.

“sunshine, we’re groupmates!” haechan peers over your shoulder, a bit too close for your liking.

with a small huff, you bring yourself to respond. “i wish we weren’t.”

“c’mon, don’t be too sad now. on the bright side, i’d say you’re getting a free grade for this subject through me.” he proudly announces, a knowing smirk beginning to pull the corners of his lips upwards. it’s almost as if he’s taunting you, silently conveying that you wouldn’t be able to pass this class without his help (which is not far from the truth if you consider how good he really is, but you’d rather not make that information public).

“whatever. let’s just work on our parts separately-”

“you’re coming to my house at five on friday so we can work on this.” he quickly refutes, not even giving you a chance to complete your sentence. frankly, you were starting to feel like a fool around him from the amount of times he’s rendered you speechless. “i’ll send you the location now.”

“i’m not free at that time.”

“that’s not what your schedule says if i remember correctly.”

haechan wasn’t wrong (again) — you were completely free during the time he suggested, however, you just didn’t want to meet up with him, especially during a time outside class hours. was that so bad to wish for? more importantly… how does he have your schedule memorized from the top of his mind?

flustered after getting caught in a lie, you were pretty much at a loss for words. “i- fine. friday at five.” you repeat his words from earlier, earning a cheerful grin from the boy.

“good. i’ll see you then, little sunshine!” you couldn’t possibly fathom his sheer excitement for this pairwork because you were surely feeling the opposite, worry already seeping in. it felt like you were reading one of those webcomics that placed a foreshadow and ended on a cliffhanger.

you can’t believe you just agreed to this arrangement.

-0-

“tell me i’m going crazy for allowing myself to be partners with the devil.” you beg your best friend in a desperate whine, shaking his body from the shoulders after ranting about your day to him.

“dude, i always think you’re unhinged-” chenle deadpans, giving you a look that makes you immediately stop wiggling him around like one of those inflatable waving balloons at gas stations. “just not for the same reason. isn’t he pretty good at calculus though? i don’t see where your problem lies exactly.”

you were currently at chenle’s for one of your regular sleepovers. it was much more comfortable in his home than your own tiny dorm room, especially when he had an apartment all to himself (courtesy of his parents).

as your parents all attended college together, the two of you have known each other since you were in diapers. at this point, you were essentially chenle's sister.

“that’s EXACTLY my problem. why does he have to be good at the only subject im dingy at. he’s always mocking me for being bad at it! like i’m stupid or something.” your words all come out as grumbles, the boy beside you knowing just how much you hated being belittled, most particularly when it came to your efforts in academics.

“aren’t you a little too old to be overly-fixated on a guy like him?”

“why yes. yes, i am.” this was beginning to sound like the start of every phineas and ferb episode the two of you grew up watching together. at least you were aware of your fixation with haechan… right? the boy just seemed to piss you off every time you think about him — it might as well pass as a hidden talent of his.

chenle’s laugh fills the room, having caught on to the similarities as well. “i’ll admit he’s a bit too much sometimes, but i don’t think he’s that bad.”

“is this you revoking our friendship rights because it sure does sound like it.” you gawk at the boy beside you, “but really, you’ve seen the way he’s treated me before.”

“i can’t lie there… but the guy has a good bone in him!” you swear chenle mutters a quick ‘i think…’ right after, causing you to snort in reply. sometimes, you wish you had even a fraction of his optimism. maybe, you wouldn’t be feeling so unsure about being partners with haechan.

“okay then, let’s see if that’s really true or not.” you conclude, taking the corner of the blanket chenle’s using and pulling half of it over to your lap. “though, i highly doubt it is.”

you most definitely thought wrong.

have your hunches always been this bad? you could’ve sworn the same thing happened yesterday too.

here you were right in front of the house address haechan sent you a few days ago. you figured it would lead you to a condominium or local dormitory (as per the usual for most students), but that wasn’t the case at all. the home in front of you seemed pretty big for a single college student to have all to themselves, and it looked fairly lived in already with a small, but well maintained flower garden decorating the outside…

did he just give you the address to his family home?

you check the time on your phone for the nth time, ten minutes till you’re supposed to meet with haechan. if you were going to ring on the doorbell, it was now or never.

as soon as the door swung open, your theories were immediately confirmed, now face to face with a woman who had an uncanny resemblance to your project partner. they even shared the same manner their eyes curve when they smile. she was his mother, without a single doubt.

“my! you must be donghyuck’s partner from school?” her tone was cheerful, almost in the same way as haechan’s, but it was filled with more care. perhaps it was the mother in her that got you to feel comfortable in her presence already. “he did say someone was going to arrive today.”

“yeah, that’s probably me, mrs. lee. it’s lovely to meet you-”

“oh deary, come in! the sun’s rays are going to burn your skin if you stay out any longer.”

maybe haechan and his mother shared another similarity: being unable to wait for someone to finish their sentence. either way, you didn’t think too much of it, focusing on the fact that she had already worried for you despite meeting you for the first time just a few minutes ago. you couldn’t help but feel cared for as a guest.

“mom, i heard the doorbell ring and- oh, you’re here already?”

his voice was already familiar to you, and yet, why did he look nothing like himself?

the haechan you knew always had his hair parted in the middle and styled with a hefty amount of gel, wore his signature black ripped jeans, brought a leather biker jacket wherever he went, and ultimately looked like he was up to no good, however, the boy in front of you sported fluffy brown locks, a plain oversized shirt and basketball shorts, a pair of adidas slides, and had glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

never in a hundred years would you associate such a domestic image to haechan, yet you were seeing it right in the flesh. admittedly, he looked like a sweet little puppy who would probably follow his owner to the ends of the earth, and despite every bone of your body wanting to say otherwise, you’d be lying if you didn’t feel an attraction for the boy in front of you at that very moment.

“this is the first time our donghyuckie has asked for a girl to come over.” his mother chirps in gleefully, stealing your attention away from your rampaging thoughts.

“mooom, don’t embarrass me.” you hear haechan whine for the first time in your life, his lips pouting at his mother. though it sounds like he’s complaining, his expression says otherwise as he looks at his mother with so much endearment in his eyes.

“darling, you’re the one embarrassing yourself.”

normally, you would have chuckled at mrs. lee’s comment, but it felt a little awkward being part of a conversation between a mother and her son — not knowing if you should speak or not.

you wonder if haechan miraculously picked up on your hesitance, quickly excusing you and himself from his mother who swears she’ll drop by the boy’s room to give you some freshly cut fruits for the both of you to snack on.

with a small nod of gratitude, you find yourself unconsciously following haechan up the staircase to his room. the walls are filled with all sorts of memorabilia from the lee family, sucking your interest to check each one as you briefly pass by.

there’s a couple of crayon drawings hung up, bright shades of reds and blues filling the neutral tone walls with color. despite the intriguing doodles, you find yourself staring at baby photos — most presumably haechan’s.

you could tell it was him by the way his eyes crinkled into half moons, just like when he was talking to his mother earlier. a small yellow donut floatie wraps around his waist as he poses for the camera, and you couldn’t help but find the sight endearing. here he was, smiling like a cute little idiot as he gets ready to swim- did you just refer to him as cute? it was probably because they were baby photos. babies are always cute in your eyes (even when some turn out to be demons when they grow up).

with your unfocused state, you fail to notice the tips of haechan’s ears flushing as he realizes you’ve been looking at the pictures on the wall. his pictures on the wall.

he clears his throat, just loud enough to grasp your attention. “um, i think we should get started on the assignment, yeah?”

“o- oh. yeah, right.” you quip, tearing your eyes away from the pictures in the blink of an eye while biting on your bottom lip.

haechan’s caught you flustered more times than he could count with his fingers, but he thinks this might’ve just topped the charts. “come on, sunshine. my room is this way.” he nudges his head towards the furthest door to the left of the hallway, and for once, you don’t grimace at the nickname you’ve grown to hate.

-0-

with the close of your math textbook, the pairwork you both needed to work on was finally finished, albeit a lot quicker than you had originally expected. maybe haechan really was some sort of genius when it came to mathematics.

“that seems to be everything, right?” you ask your partner just to make sure, taking one of the apple slices his mother brought for the both of you with sheer delight in your eyes. you were genuinely glad this entire fiasco went better than expected. you worried over nothing back then with chenle.

“yeah, i was actually surprised you kept up.”

“hey!” you nudge him lightly, instinctively forming a frown on your lips. “i’m not that horrible at calculus. you just make it sound like i am.”

“touché, you got me there.” did haechan just admit defeat? just who was the person standing in front of you, and what did they do to the devil you knew from school? with the gears churning in your head, the frown of your lips had turned into a soft pout and haechan couldn’t seem to stop staring, pulling his eyes away from you only moments after.

“chenle was right when he said you had a cute side.” he whispers to himself, using his hand to muffle out his words even further, yet you still heard little incoherent bits of it.

“if you’re going to speak, you should at least let me hear it. the ants in your room are the only ones understanding your murmurs.”

“its nothing. just reminding myself about the due date for this assignment.” god, he hopes you didn’t catch on to a single thing he just did within the span of five minutes.

“alright…” you eye him for a brief moment, turning away to eventually fix your things back into the bag you brought with you earlier, and haechan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. thank god you were pretty dense.

“anyways, i think i should call a taxi. it’s getting late and i’m not sure if i’ll make it back before the dorm curfew in time if i stay any longer.” you murmur, more so to yourself, already slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“oh, right.” haechan states, quickly taking a peek outside through his windows. “i’ll walk you out then, sunshine.” his voice was rather downcast from its usual cheery tone, yet a smile still shines on his face.

“okay.”

you couldn’t help but share the same feeling. for some reason, parting with haechan felt bittersweet. you’ve finally seen a side of him that wasn’t such an ass, and yet, you know that once you see him on campus the next day, he’ll return to the person you loathe the most in the world.

and just as you thought, he was practically back to the same person he was prior to your little meetup — dare you say he’s even gotten worse, but for what reason exactly?

you’ve grown less apprehensive of his presence—albeit silently looking for him when the boy’s not around—in hopes you’d get to see that softer side of his once more. you like to think you might have just been infatuated with how drastically different he acted when you came over to do your pair assignment.

he still spewed out a few snarky comments back then, but they were never condescending in the way he’d treat you in class. you regret leaving much earlier because the two of you might’ve had an actual friendship in the works without all of the depressing rivalry nonsense going on.

though, all that hope did nothing to hide the fact that he wasn’t even sparing you a glance in class anymore. you think he’s even going out of his way just to avoid anything related to your being. those days where he would tease the living shit out of you seemed to be long gone, and truthfully, you felt a little saddened on the inside. who knew he had such a big impact in your life to the point you were beginning to miss, not just him, but even the rude comments he threw your way? that was a new level of low, even for you, yet you at least wanted things to turn back to the way it was — with the daily headaches and all. you out of all people would have never guessed everything to play out like this, but it did.

still, you weren’t going to sulk over a lack of familiar attention from the boy. no way. instead, you wished class would end soon so you could meet up with chenle and discard each of the annoying thoughts that weighed your mind.

not wanting to think about your situation with haechan any further, you were unaware that one of your suspicions was finally correct. he was, in fact, avoiding all contact with you.

the entire situation that happened in his house kept plaguing his mind, and the urge to kiss those pouty lips of yours grew each day (even if he didn't ask for it). how could he face you like this? he wouldn’t even be able to come up with any sly rebuttals if you tried to challenge him.

for once, you’ve left him speechless when it was usually the other way around. maybe he shouldn’t have invited you over to do the pairwork after all.

haechan thinks he’s going a little insane.

a few days pass by and without a reason to see you (since the only assignment you were paired together had already been completed), he was starting to feel a bit restless. yeah, he was avoiding you in the beginning, but now he’s quite certain you're returning his actions back to him with how little he’s gotten a glimpse of you over the week.

he knew you never cut classes unless it was absolutely necessary, but he found you to be missing during the only class you shared with him. that wasn’t suspicious at all. sure, he’s tried asking around for your whereabouts, but most just told him to find chenle because he’d know where you were. it was always chenle this, chenle that- if someone mentioned the poor boy’s name in his face once more, he thinks he might just pop a vessel.

“dude, you look constipated.” jaemin tuts at boy, closing the locker beside him. “if you want to take a shit that bad, the restroom is-”

“NO, I DON'T WANT TO TAKE A SHIT JAEMIN.” haechan huffs, earning the eyes of the people passing the hallway as he mumbles a sheepish apology to the crowd.

“geez, you surely got your point across.” this only earns him the sound of crickets, prompting jaemin to awkwardly laugh it off. “seriously though- you look as if you’re going to sharpen a pencil till it doesn’t want to get sharpened anymore then-”

“i get what you’re trying to say.”

“then won’t you spill the reason why you’ve been acting this way?”

“it’s…” haechan ruffles the back of his head, finding it difficult to even explain what he’s bothered by even though he knows exactly what it’s about. “it’s complicated.”

well, it wasn’t really that complicated if he thought about it more. he was most definitely getting ticked off about your relationship with chenle.

frankly, haechan’s seen you with other guys and has thought nothing of it, but his skin itches every time that guy turns out to be chenle. he knew the two of you were close friends and it’s wasn’t like chenle was any bad of a person either — hell, it was a known fact that chenle was bestowed a silver spoon since birth, yet still remained with a genuinely warm-hearted personality. not only that, but his looks often resembled a helpless kitty and assuming that most people — including you — are easily susceptible to cute things, he had practically won the lottery of stealing people’s hearts with ease.

haechan, however, didn’t want chenle to steal yours.

why? he couldn’t really discern that either or maybe he just didn’t want to acknowledge the reason why.

“whatever it is, i hope you resolve it soon or else people are really going to think you want to throw your guts down the toilet.” jaemin utters to himself, feeling a little betrayed that his own friend didn’t want to speak about his troubles.

“oh, shut up.”

-0-

you, on the other hand, had begun burying yourself in any sort of school related activity as much as possible. the last thing you wanted was to think about haechan and how he started avoiding you after that one fateful day. truthfully, you knew you were being a little over the top with the way you decided to act, especially since it was just a single day of seeing him as someone more than a person who tried to piss you off at every possible instance. even so, he just couldn’t get out of your mind no matter how hard you tried to push your thoughts away.

“y/n, you’re going to keep overworking yourself if you continue.” chenle’s voice rings through your ears, momentarily snapping you out of your trance.

“lele, it’s fine. i’m pretty sure i suffered worse back in freshman year.”

an exasperated sigh is the only thing you hear from him for a solid minute. “this has something to do with haechan, doesn’t it?” your best friend suddenly brings up, making you halt your typing on your laptop.

“what, not at all-”

“you’ve been acting different ever since you went over to his house. i’m going to assume you didn’t find him to be such a dick and now you’re contemplating on why you even despised him in the first place.” why did chenle’s intuition always have to be this razor sharp? he hit the bullseye and there was nothing you could do to escape him.

“so what if i did?” you scoff back, leaning back on your chair. “it seems like he’s the one who despises me now for some reason. what difference does it make if i don’t think he’s such a douche anymore? in fact, i think he’s even more of a dick for ignoring me the following days after i came over. i feel like my feelings got played with even if that wasn’t his intention.”

a few minutes of silence washes over the room with chenle breaking down your mini rant, word for word. “the two of you are pretty stupid, huh?”

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean!”

“i said what i said!”

perhaps haechan placed an irreversible spell on you.

your thoughts were fully occupied by him since you were so troubled by how things turned out between you two that you completely forgot about your calculus final test. in fact, you were so busy trying to find a distraction that you forgot it was in a day.

one singular day to prepare for a final exam. that was nowhere near enough time for someone like you. maybe god was reminding you just how dumb of a person you were to let yourself get swept up by insignificant things – at least that’s what you told yourself. at this moment, you had other things to focus on and haechan was at the end of the list.

a day breezed through like minutes ticking on the clock, and before you knew it, you were stepping inside the classroom whilst trying to calm down the jittery feeling that prickles your skin. for a brief moment, your eyes meet haechan’s, and he immediately turns his gaze away.

just as you had guessed, you mused. he wasn't just going to call you by the nickname he gave and wish you luck out of the blue. you were getting caught up in your thoughts again. what good would it do you to let him frazzle you once more? there was no time for you to have boy troubles, you had a test to ace (well, try to ace).

time continued to pass by quickly – perhaps a little too quickly since you barely finished answering all the items on the test – and you were out of the dreadful classroom after what seemed like an hour (though in reality, the exam took three hours total). sure, your face was as pale as a ghost from all the exhausting hours you spent cramming information into that tiny brain of yours, but at least the exam was done.

now all you had to do was wait for those damn test results- and maybe go through a breakdown while you’re at it.

-0-

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you totally flunked your exam. despite your multiple crying sessions and consolations from your best friend prior to attending class, you were like a thin string on the verge of snapping into two.

you already knew you didn’t do well on the exam, and the anxiety that built up while waiting for your paper to get distributed felt intolerable like a heavy burden on your chest. all you wanted to do was return home and sob your heart out in the same regret that you didn’t prepare for the exam better.

“ y/n, i expected better from you considering your pairwork result with haechan was quite astonishing.” your teacher comments as they hand your test paper back, practically announcing to the entire class that your score was certainly below average. it was something unexpected to others – even if you had already anticipated it – and quiet whispers erupted from your classmates. all of them gossiping about what your score actually was.

the silence was deafening and you desperately wanted nothing more than to leave the classroom. your feet took off before you could even register it, stepping outside the room as you clutched your exam results to your chest.

your sight was beginning to turn misty from the tears forming. god, you never cried in public before, but there was always a first for everything, right?

the click of a door alerts you back into reality, a warm hand cupping your cheek. “y/n…”

it was haechan. why did he follow you out? was a failing grade the only reason he’d talk to you? did he come here to mock you again? you couldn’t even think straight- no. you didn't want to think at all.

you blink a few times to get rid of the tears, letting them fall without a care just to regain your vision. there you find his eyes filled with nothing but concern and worry for your current state. “hey, it’s going to be alright sunshine.” he utters out softly, as if you’d break if he spoke too loud. “you can cry all you want.”

maybe it was the way he spoke to you so softly despite the fact that you two were rivals that caused you to calm your sobs, yet you were still confused. why was he here helping you? isnt he supposed to be degrading you for how bad your exam scores were like all the others inside the classroom? why was he being so… gentle with you?

it was as if he could hear the waves of burning questions you had for him despite your soft sniffling every now and then. haechan could understand where your uncertainty was coming from – after all, he’s never treated you the best by any means aside from that one time you came over. he’s been nothing but a dick, and he knew that.

a moment of silence fills the air, but surprisingly, there isn't an ounce of tension between the two of you. if anything, you’re quite enjoying the quiet comfort he’s providing — not like you’d admit that directly to his face just yet.

he tries to speak up unannounced, making you jolt a little. a chuckle erupts from him and you swear you’ve never heard anything like it. had you ever heard him laugh like this before? you don’t think so.

it makes you feel all warm and cozy inside, a feeling that’s pretty foreign to come from someone you consider a rival. you clear your throat after the thought, wanting to brush it away. you’re not sure if you’re just deprived of joy after going through another meltdown, but you want to hear him do it all over again.

it sends gleeful tingles all over you, a feeling you could get addicted to like candy. truthfully, you aren't sure what overcame you, but you can't tell if you should even be feeling this towards your own… rival? is that what he still is to you? after all this?

perhaps he’s trying to manipulate you- you think to yourself as a means of rationalizing his actions. would he really do something like that? it seemed like your internal conflict was pretty visible on your features since haechan noticed you scrunching your nose while debating with yourself. he always seemed to understand you, even when you never verbalized anything. the same thing happened back then with his mother too.

“before you say anything, no. i don't have any ill intentions by doing this.”

“so what…? you’re just pitying the position im in?” your words come out slowly.

he scoffs at the claim, though it sounds more like he’s in disbelief than anything. “its nothing like that. it would be rude of me to pity someone in the likes of you.”

you render yourself speechless—like you always are when it comes to him—not really having anything to say in rebuttal to his statement, the silence urging him to continue. “i could tell today was harsh on you. i heard what the others were saying and it seemed pretty ballsy of them to me.”

his words had you laugh a little through the tears and the boy instinctively uses his thumb to wipe the specks that threatened to fall down. “i just thought they shouldn’t be the ones to judge you. after all, im pretty sure your grade exceeds theirs. plus, it’s none of their business to delve into your scores.”

for some reason, his words hit you harder than they should. he was right, yet again. the only person you thought who didn't understand you was actually the closest person who shared your struggles. you found yourself so petty for considering him to be such a dislikable person just because he was competition to you.

“i also have something else to apologize for…” he begins, opting to face you properly. “i shouldn’t have gone that far into avoiding you when you obviously wanted to try and fix our strained relationship. i just wanted to sort out my feelings for you- y’know, make sure they were there and all.”

feelings? he had feelings for you, when you perceived him as such a foul being? how could he say that so casually? a few tears slipped past, not because of your grades, but because of the guilt for treating him so harshly, now trying to sputter out apologies through your sniffly hiccups.

the same sound of his chuckle from earlier ringed through your ears, wiping away your tears to find him almost beaming at you.

“why are you looking at me like that-“

“i just didn’t take you for one to cry so cutely. who knew, huh? but really, you’re acting as if i didn’t return any of the mean remarks back. call us even now if you wish.”

a small laugh erupts from your sobs, “i didn’t take you to be someone so cheesy.”

“well, here’s another cheesy line for you.” before you knew it, his lips were smashed on yours. it was almost hypnotizing, the way his plush lips felt on yours. truthfully, you wanted more, already infatuated by a mere kiss. it felt too good to be real.

he pulls away shortly after, noses barely touching each other by how close he still was to your proximity.

“god, if i knew kissing you would finally shut that pretty mouth of yours, i would’ve done it sooner.”

“oh, fuck you hyuck.” you grumble in protest despite the smile that had already overtaken your expression, completely forgetting your low score from the exam.

“gladly.”

“that’s clearly not what i meant, dumbass!”

“... your dumbass?” that signature smirk of his making your mind go blank.

you simply let him win the light-hearted argument this time after not coming up with any witty rebuttal, puffing your cheeks in frustration. haechan was, indeed, your dumbass now (lovingly). he gives you another little kiss on the cheek as a token of his appreciation, and you had already forgotten why you were grumpy in the first place.

“yeah, okay.” you giggle lightly. “my dumbass.”

“then you’d better know now that i’m never letting you go, my sunshine.”

and despite the inkling that the banter between you two will never cease, you feel you're relishing it far more than your past self ever would.

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loufi8iepuff · 5 months

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obstacle (s)(f)

you were dedicating this summer getaway on confessing your feelings to choi soobin, but what happens when choi yeonjun was constantly in the middle of your plans?

pairing : choi yeonjun x afab!reader

warnings : sorta enemies to lovers?, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, inexperienced reader, chaewon x taehyun (just for plot, not shipping)

wc : 2.9k words

MINORS DNI!!!

It was your annual summer field trip, the most anticipated event of the school year. Hundreds of kids piled into buses and hollered as the start of their vacation began. You, on the other hand, had one set goal for this trip: to win Choi Soobin.

Was it wrong to treat the innocent boy like a game? Well, yes, but you had a good argument. Soobin has been your crush since you started school, and you’ve been rational since. How could you not drool when you saw the way his dimples appeared any time he smiled? Soobin was the guilty one for making you crazy.

“Move your bag.” Someone coldly said, waking you from your delusions and quickly shooting your head up. You smiled when you were met with the sarcastic look of your best friend.

“Taehyun!” You cheered happily, taking your overnight bag from the seat beside you and placing it on the floor. He rolled his eyes as he plummeted next to you. “I could tell from the door that you were thinking about Soo-” you slapped his shoulder before he could finish. “Taehyun. We’re in a public setting.” You whispered aggressively in his ear.

“And? You couldn’t be any more secretive about this stupid crush.” He crosses his arms and sighs.

“Y/n you’ve been hooked on this boy for years now and you still have no idea what he’s like. ” He pauses before continuing. “I just feel bad because you’ve wasted time you could’ve been loosing your virginity, on giggling at his Instagram pictures and his friends' birthday posts.”

You frown at his cruel words. “Taehyun, don't act like you don’t know why I’ve never spoken to him.” He can tell that speaking about the sad truth hurt your feelings.

And Taehyun did know why you’ve never spoken to Choi Soobin. Because of one little obstacle: his evil best friend.

Choi Yeonjun, the creator of your problem.

It all started at a Halloween party hosted by Beomgyu. Illegal drinks and your friends' encouragement sent confidence rushing through your veins to walk up to your crush. You also did not want to put your cute princess costume to waste. All of a sudden, you bumped into his rather tall friend. The sudden shake made your stomach churn and your hands slap your mouth. You looked up to see his best friend gasp, as your life turned into slow motion.

The rest was self-explanatory, and Yeonjun would never let it down. He never missed a chance to tease you when you walked by him in the halls, got paired up for assignments, or even seeing each other at a random convenience store at 2 AM. You had no clue if he had told Soobin, but since they were glued to each other’s hip, you could never approach him because of your fear of Yeonjun.

You sadly stared at the window, knowing this was your last chance with Soobin, you began to eavesdrop on the conversation behind you.

“Yeah, Beomgyu’s hosting a party at his massive beach house tonight… I wonder if anyone will show up; if we get caught, we’d all get in serious trouble.” They barely whispered. Their friend agrees and envies the rich kid.

It took you a second to shoot up in surprise, elbowing Taehyun on accident and making him wince. If Beomgyu was hosting an event, that meant…

“Hell yeah, I know we’ll be there!” Yeonjun shouted from behind the conversation you were hearing. His action was enough to make the whole bus erupt in noise again.

“Okay, is this dress good?” You stood in front of Taehyun, who was annoyed by your constant question. “Yes, can we please go now?” He asked, and you simply nodded.

“Taehyun, do you promise to finally hook up with Chaewon tonight?” You point your pinky finger at his face as you both walk out of your shared hotel room. “Only if you promise to not look at Soobin.” You swat his gesture away and squint your eyes.

“Plus, Chaewon and I are just friends.” He argues. “Yeah, friends who make out in empty classrooms.” You recall his embarrassing moment. Remembering your friend dying of shame when an innocent janitor walked into the “friends” exploring each other's bodies.

It wasn’t a long walk to Beomgyu’s parents' beach house. You could tell from a mile away that the party had already started, as groups of people stood outside in the breezy summer air. You stepped up on the porch happily as Taehyun opened the door to a hot and crowded foyer.

You greeted familiar drunken faces as you pushed your way to the drinks. Taehyun stood behind you as you poured shots for the both of you. Turning around and handing it to him, you shut your eyes as the burning liquid trailed down your throat. You opened your mouth to complain about the taste but stopped when you made eye contact with an approaching Chaewon.

“Hey guys.” She cheerfully announced. You smiled at her and watched Taehyun’s hand slither to her waist. “Mind if I borrow him real quick?” She asked your permission, which had confused you. “You can take him, no refunds though.” You put your hands up defensively and made the two laugh. Chaewon took Taehyun as he smiled and cocked his head to the right, signaling you to look over and see Choi Soobin alone in a corner.

Now was your chance. You scooted past the hot bodies around you quickly, trying your hardest to reach Soobin, but were suddenly stopped. You felt a tap at your shoulder, and you turned around slightly annoyed.

“Hey princess.” Yeonjun grinned. You stared at him in disbelief. His blue hair shaped his face, his perfect pouty lips looked sinful, and he was wearing a stupid shirt under a stupid button-up that you’ve seen Soobin wear. “Oh god- don’t tell me you’re going to-”

Yeonjun tries to finish his lame joke, but you grab his hand quickly and lead him to the closest door.

Pushing him in the dimly lit room, and finally, your frustration towards the boy erupting in a loud voice.

“God Yeonjun, I have been way too patient with your bickering and torment, but I can’t keep it in any longer. So fucking what I threw up on you? I paid for your dry cleaning and helped you pass Calculus, and all I get in return is you constantly embarrassing me. Why haven’t you thought about how I felt just once? So please-” You take a breath from your words and finally look at his face.

The sculpted boy is shocked, and you can slightly see his flustered cheeks turn red. You start to feel even worse, thinking you hurt his feelings. But hell, did he ever think twice before he spoke?

“In the nicest way possible, Yeonjun. Just.” You sigh. “Get out of my way.” You try to reach for the handle behind him, but his hand grabs your wrists.

“This isn’t about me annoying you, Y/n.” You looked up at him as he spoke. “This is about your stupid crush on Soobin, right?”

You felt your stomach fill with anxiety. What could he possibly know about your crush on Soobin, and why was he being so rude? “N-no, I just.” You tried to lie, but Yeonjun’s hand on your wrist dropped.

“What’s so good about Soobin anyway?” He whispers. It was barely coherent, and you felt Yeonjun’s finger move the hair in front of your face, pushing it behind your ear.

“How could I not notice you staring at my best friend when this whole time, I just wanted you to stare at me.” He confessed with a sad chuckle. This time, you had a feeling you were going to throw up.

“You’re too sweet for Soobin. He’d just ruin you. He wouldn’t treat you right.” Yeonjun’s hurtful words to his friend didn’t end. His hand caressed your cheek, angling you to look up at his eyes.

“Tell me to stop.” He asks, and your faces are millimeters away. Stop, you think, but you can’t seem to say it.

“Tell me to kiss you.” You can feel his intoxicated lips hover over yours.

“Kiss me.” You mumble, and it’s enough to make Yeonjun act upon your demand. Your lips crash as you feel his tongue quickly enter your mouth. Yeonjun is quick with his actions, switching you to having your back on the door instead. His hands go lower on your body, and lower, and lower— until you quickly break the kiss.

“Yeonjun, I’ve never done...” You looked at the floor in embarrassment, but his finger quickly lifted your chin to look at his face. “We don’t have to do anything princess.” The pet name had now gained a sweet ring to it.

You giggle and bring your hands to his shoulder with a sigh. “Why hadn’t you told me sooner?” You looked at him sadly. “You already hated me when I started to think you were cute.” Yeonjun takes your hand and leads you to the random bed in the room, sitting you down on his thigh.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk.” Yeonjun states. Your head perfectly fits on his shoulder, laying there with a smile. “I appreciate your apology.” You peck the skin of his neck once, then twice, then a third time.

Yeonjun quietly groans at the feeling, and you start to suckle on the skin. Your hands reach up to his linen button-up and fumble with the collar, trying to gain more access to his chest.

Yeonjun helps you take off his shirt, and your hands glide across his naked body. You straddle his lap and softly push his back against the bed.

“Can I…” You drag your question and point to his crotch. “Feel you here?” You ask innocently, and he nods.

“God, yes. Anything princess, do anything to me.” Yeonjun pleads. So you do. You get off his lap and take your sundress off in one motion, leaving you in your dainty underwear and bra. Yeonjun gets up from the bed and follows your actions, leaving him in only his boxers.

You stare at his hard on, intimidated by the size. Yeonjun could tell you were nervous, and took your hand in his.

“How about you show me how you get off, first?” He looks at you with a smirk and you feel your arousal pool in between your thighs. You quietly nod and position yourself on the bed.

You had your back against the headboard, and Yeonjun sat in front of you, slipping your fingers into your panties and being met with your slick.

You look up at Yeonjun, who already had his hard cock out in his hand. The lack of light illuminates his glistening tip and his hands slowly going up and down. Suddenly, you make eye contact with the boy, and you whine.

“Can I see more?” Yeonjun politely asks. You take off your bra slowly and shimmy out of your panties. Yeonjun moans at the sight, throwing his head back and his movements on his length quickening.

Your fingers were just not working as well as they would; Yeonjuns hands were a lot bigger, and his fingers were a lot longer. “Please do it for me.” You beg.

You scoot closer to Yeonjun who doesn’t miss his chance. Forgetting about his raging cold and moving up to you on his knees to glide his two fingers smoothly into your hole. The feeling itself made you moan loudly, and then you felt his other hands fondle your tits.

“Does that feel good, princess?” He whispers into your ear, nipping the skin below it while he’s there. “Yes- Yeonjun ‘feel so good.” Your words are being choked out of your throat. The sensation between your thighs makes it hard to focus on the boy whose hands are all over you.

You feel yourself getting closer when you notice Yeonjun bucking into the air. You reach out to touch his leaky tip, but earn a hiss from the boy.

“Fuck Y/n, I’d have you like this every day if I could.” His dirty words made you clench around the fingers inside you. You work your hands up his cock as you both moan into each other's space.

“I’m close, baby.” Yeonjun pants into your ear. You take that as a sign to go faster, and the thin band in your stomach snaps, and you shudder under his touch.

“Don’t stop Yeonjun, please.” You mutter while he rides you through your high. Yeonjun curses once, then says your name like a mantra before you can feel hot cum shoot towards your inner thigh.

Yeonjun’s larger body collapses onto your sweaty one, and your hand reaches for the hair close to the nape of his neck, softly combing through it. You could hear the heavy breathing and the music outside from the party.

The feeling of skin on skin made your heart melt, and it started to hit you. You came on Yeonjun’s fingers! The only person you ever wanted to avoid. You feel guilty now, hating on him for the mere fact that he was clingy to his best friend.

“Get out of your head.” Yeonjun murmurs from your neck. You kiss the top of his forehead. “I don’t want you to go back to Soobin.” His mumbling is now more serious.

“I wasn’t planning to.” You felt him peck the skin of your neck. He got up from your body and looked around for your things. “And I want you to tell Taehyun our plan worked.” He threw you your dress, and you caught it in confusion.

“What plan?” you asked. Yeonjun slipped his shirt on but handed you his button-up; it was simple but pretty intimate to walk out of the room with his clothes on.

“How else do you think I managed to creep into your life pretty?” He kissed your cheek and you stood there, taken aback.

You gasp. “Don’t tell me-” Yeonjun interlocked your hands, and you both left the room. Re-entering the party, you watched as Yeonjun waved to his best friend and Soobin smiled at you both.

Taehyun was a traitor, but you were going to give him a big hug the next time you saw him.

since it’s almost summer and txt tour in the states are creeping up!!!!!

choi yeonjun i miss you and your blue hair. plz ruin my life

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loufi8iepuff · 5 months

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SNOW PLACE LIKE HOME - LEE SEOKMIN

word count: 1.5k…

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader

synopsis: first day after a snow storm with your best friend seokmin!

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, childhood friends-to-lovers, one-sided crush!dk(?), clueless!reader

warnings: slightly suggestive, but nothing happens!

rating: pg-13

a/n: another svt fic!! we’re supposed to have a snow storm where i live so i felt it was very fitting to write this! thank you a bunch to @playmetheclassics for being a beta reader for this fic, along with creating the title! this is a submission for k-vanity’s season’s greetings event! theme: traditional/lounge, accessories/extras: first snow, snow slopes, snowball fight/playing in snow, peppermint hot chocolate.

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loufi8iepuff · 5 months

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Looking For Star

Summary: You never thought you would fall in love with your best friend but after taking care of him one night, you start to realize that maybe you are. You're scared to tell him but it doesn't make it easier that he never remembers what happens while he's drunk. Pairing: (idiots to lovers) College boy!Jung Yunho x Y!Reader Words: 2.6k Warnings: Yunho gets a bit promiscuous and handsy but nothing too severe as reader puts a stop to it. I also wrote this in a rush so it's definitely not the best :/ be nice to me, please. I really wanted to write for Yunho. Genre: Angst/Fluff

“Hello?” You grumble, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you lay in bed.

“HI!” You scrunch your nose and pull the phone away from your ear with a grimace. It takes a second before you bring the phone back with caution. “Y/N, I’M HAVING SO MUCH FUN RIGHT NOW.”

It’s Yunho, your best friend. He’s been drunk calling you for the past two weeks and frankly, it’s getting old. You know you shouldn’t answer whenever he calls now but you can’t. He’s vulnerable and even though he’s a tall man, someone could definitely rock his shit while he was drunk.

“Are you now?” You fling your comforter off and start putting on your shoes. "You gonna tell me where you are?"

He gasps on the other side, “Are you coming to party with me?” You can practically hear the puppy dog eyes through the speaker.

You really weren’t. You were just going to pick him up and get him home safely. He couldn’t know that, though. He would do everything in his power to avoid you; you learned that the hard way a few nights ago.

You fake a smile even though you know he can’t see you, probably trying to convince yourself that becoming an errand boy for this man was okay. “Yes, Yun. Now, where are you so we can dance the night away.”

———

“Yunho, please get in the car!” You pleaded, trying to drag him into the passenger seat. He was fighting you and even when he wasn’t in his right mind, he was stronger.

“No.” He pouted like a child. “You lied to me. You said we were gonna dance forever and we didn’t!”

If anyone else was taking care of Yunho, you would be laughing at the situation. But you couldn’t because holy shit this man was putting up a fight. You drop his hand and huff, taking in deep breaths to calm your body down.

“Fine. Walk your ass home and get mugged for all I care.” Yunho seemed to stop but continued to sway back and forth as he stood. “Are you done throwing a temper tantrum?” He nodded and you caught him before he could fall on his face.

You didn’t have a big problem with picking up Yunho. You really didn’t. You just didn’t like the side effects that came with drunk Yunho. Drunk Yunho was so much different from Sober Yunho. Sober Yunho is reserved and quiet and Drunk Yunho spits out whatever he's thinking right as he thinks it.

That's how it all started.

____

You were supposed to be asleep but you were too busy cramming for a big anatomy test when you got the first-ever drunk call.

Your eyebrows crease in slight annoyance at the disruption but you answer, tucking your phone between your cheek and shoulder. “Yunho, if you aren’t dying please don’t call me.”

“Y/N! See I told you she’d answer!” Yunho slurs from the other side. You roll your eyes and flip to a different page. “Come join us, Cinderella! The test… can wait!”

“Wow, you must be really drunk. You know Cinderella had to be home at midnight and it’s almost two a.m?”

“Give me the phone!” You hear a struggle and you think he might be in danger until you hear your mutual friend Seunghwa. “Sorry to bother you like this, y/n, but as you can tell, Yunho is very drunk right now. I wish I could take him home but I'm too busy making sure Hoongjoong doesn't ruin his house. Can you please pick him up?"

You're dead silent. You were angrier than anything and you were about to say no but you knew Seunghwa rarely ever asked for help. You guessed he miscalculated how much of a handful his drunk friends would be. The test was important, yes, but Yunho couldn't manage by himself from what you could tell... At the end of the day, he was more important anyway.

"Fine. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I would appreciate it if he's still in one piece when I get there."

When you get to the house, Seunghwa is waiting outside sitting on the grassy lawn with Yunho's head on his shoulder. You walk up to the two men and Seunghwa's eyes light up with hope.

"You are a lifesaver, y/n. Out of our group, I think I'm the only sober one." His face falls at the thought.

"I would say it's not a problem but you couldn't have called me at a more inconvenient time." You say with a nervous laugh. Seunghwa shoots you an apologetic look and helps you sit Yunho in the passenger's seat.

Once you hit the road, your best friend decides he's done napping, straightening in his seat, and looking out the window.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Yunho drags his head to look at you and scrunches his eyebrows together as he stares, trying to figure out why he was staring at you and not Seunghwa.

"When'd you get so pretty, Hwa?" He stares at you further, even blinking a few extra times.

You stifle a laugh, "Yun, it's not Hwa. It's y/n and I'm taking you home." Yunho giggles and puts a hand on your thigh making you jump in your seat a bit. Your head snaps at him then to the road. What the hell was happening?

"Taking me home? I don't do one nights but I might make an exception for you."

"Do you even know who you're talking to?"

"Yes!" He removes his hand from your thigh, sitting back in his seat. Thank god you have one thing less to worry about. "You're y/n... The most important person in my life... The girl with the prettiest smile... You're beautiful. Like, so beautiful. Sometimes, I just want to kiss you," he giggles like a schoolgirl, "Did I say sometimes? I wanna kiss you all the time."

Your heart skips a beat. "Yun, you're drunk."

"I'm also in love with you."

To be honest, you never thought about Yunho that way in all your years of friendship. If anything, you thought he was a handsome guy who was also very unattainable. However, you were sure that if you didn't know him and you saw him on the street, you would be attracted to him.

"You can't say things like that."

He giggles again, "Okay."

He can't go home like this, he's barely even conscious. If you dropped him home he'd choke on his spit and die. You sigh to yourself but make a u-turn and head to your house instead since it was on the street you just passed.

When you put Yunho on your couch, you gather up all your scattered papers and stick them in your textbook before setting them aside. You get cold water, a wet rag, and a trash can just in case and make Yunho lay down.

He gives you a lopsided smile with glazed eyes, "Hey, beautiful."

"Hi." You force an awkward smile as you pat his forehead with the rag.

"I'm not sick."

"You're hot though." You put the rag down and start peeling off his jacket which was now sticking to his skin.

He scoffs, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah? If you wanted me out of my clothes, you could've just asked, Princess." Yunho helps you take off his jacket and even goes as far as sloppily trying to take off his shirt in the process.

"Yun, please cooperate. I'm just trying to sober you up."

"I'm so sober right now." No sober person says that. You just stay silent and continue patting his forehead. "Y/n?" You hum and look up at him when he grabs your hand. You think he's gonna throw up. "I'm probably not going to remember anything in a few hours, huh."

You laugh to yourself and look at your lap, "Definitely not."

"Better make use of it then." You look back up to ask what he means but you're met with his warm hand cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You taste the alcohol on his tongue, getting addicted to the way his lips were sending shocks through your body. Before it gets too far, you're using both of your hands to push him away. His neck strains to get near your face again but you shake your head.

"You're drunk... and you're not in your right mind..." You stand and turn to walk to your room but Yunho catches your hand. You sigh to yourself and close your eyes, trying to ignore the way your body was igniting. "Try to get some sleep." You don't look at him; just pull yourself away from him and pad off to your room.

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Now, it was like you were Yunho's designated driver. You were exhausted, to say the least. You had to pick him up at the dead of night and wake up just a few hours later to help him collect himself and get to class.

He, in fact, didn't remember what happened that night and it drove you nuts. You really tried your hardest not to think about him like that. You were too afraid of losing a great guy like him to even entertain the idea. But now? All you could think about was his hands and how you wanted to hold them; his lips and how you needed so badly to feel them on yours again.

Every time you pick him up, it's almost a repeat of that night except you make sure to cut it off once you bring him inside. You distance yourself so you can guarantee that he doesn't keep stirring up your feelings.

The next morning, you wake up and do your routine of helping Yunho to the bathroom. The smell of alcohol seems to be getting worse every morning so you toss a towel at him and start making breakfast. He meets you after he's done, eyes still swollen.

"Was I bad again?" He takes a seat at the table, rubbing his temples.

Your eye twitches. "I wouldn't know. I just brought you inside and went to bed."

"I'm sorry-"

"You gotta stop this. I don't understand your need to party jump every night, let alone have your friends call me to pick you up." You place his plate on the table and sit next to him.

"You're not gonna eat?"

"I'm not hungry. I lost my appetite when I smelled you this morning." He agreed. He didn't feel like eating either but he knew that if he didn't eat, you'd shovel all the food into his mouth without question.

He takes small bites, "Yun, why do you choose to get drunk every night?"

There's a beat and for a second you think he can't come up with a reason. "It's... fun."

You scoff, "Is it fun in the morning too?"

"Not when you look at me like that."

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You're not looking forward to tonight. No, sir. Now that you think about it, in these two weeks, you've probably only been getting two hours of good sleep per night. Your body felt like it was going to fall apart. Not to mention the intrusive thoughts you were getting about your best friend.

Maybe you wouldn't answer the phone tonight... yeah right. You couldn't do that to Yunho. No, that's crazy. He's been driving you crazy all week but he's not always like that. Maybe he's going through something? But why wouldn't he tell you? Maybe he just likes drink-

Your phone rings and you sigh. Think of the devil.

When you drop him on your couch, he engulfs you in a hug before you can run away. His stench isn't as strong this time. He actually smells like his normal cologne tonight. You wonder if he drank as much as he normally does. You're sitting in his lap and his nose is nestled into your neck; you cough awkwardly.

"Yun, what're you doing?"

"You've been avoiding me and I miss you."

"You see me every night." You almost want to laugh; giggle at his lack of common sense.

"But you don't talk to me during the day. Would you talk to me more if I stopped drinking?" His left hand is still holding your waist but his right hand is tracing patterns into your thigh. You relax into him.

"I think we should talk about this when you're sober. You get too... ambitious when you're drunk." You try to stand but his strong arm keeps your back pressed against his chest and he mumbles a no.

"I'm sober right now."

Truthfully, you didn't want to have this conversation. You didn't even really know if you were in love with Yunho; you just felt really confused. What if he just laughs and says it was all a mistake? You don't think you can handle anything like that but it's been eating you inside.

"Talk to me, please?" He sounded as desperate as you felt.

You sigh, "Do you remember anything about that first night you called me?"

"All I remember was getting drunk and telling Seunghwa that I could find someone to drive me home. I think we fought about how no one would answer their phone so late at night." It hurt your heart that he couldn't remember. That night was pivotal for your friendship. It made you feel things for him that you had been trying so desperately to bury.

"You said a lot of things that night." That was all you could get out. Yunho's hand stopped on your thigh and the warmth set your leg on fire. You continued after taking a deep breath. It was good that you weren't facing each other. "You called me beautiful-"

He cut you off with a laugh, "Is that what you're so twisted about? I called you beautiful and now you're all weird? You are beautiful. You know that."

You gulp, "You kissed me."

"Oh."

"And you said you loved me, that you're in love with me."

"...Oh." His grip loosens and you feel your heartstrings snap. "Well, you had to find out at some point." Your head snaps back to look at him. "To be honest, I thought Wooyoung would've spilled the beans on accident."

"Wait, so you didn't just say that because you were drunk?"

"Being drunk definitely sped up the process but it's how I feel for sure. I wanted to tell you properly but I was getting really overwhelmed and just kept drinking to take my mind off of it." He laughed nervously, resting his head on your back. "That didn't work out too well, huh?"

You turned around, still sitting in his lap but facing him. You lifted his head with both of your hands on his cheeks. "I think it worked out great for the most part. If it weren't for your slight alcoholism, I never would've realized how much you truly mean to me."

His eyes seemed to get glossy as he looked at you. "What're you saying?"

"I'm saying," Deep breath, "that even though you made me want to rip my hair out these past weeks, I like you."

Yunho's eyes were brimmed with tears but the smile on his face told you that he was the happiest he could've ever been. He pulled you into a tight hug and laughed to himself. "I was worried for nothing then! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me."

"Technically, you need to thank Seunghwa. If it weren't for him, you never would've ended up in my car."

"Oh, yeah... What did he say to you?" Yunho looked up at you with furrowed brows.

"He said the guys were super drunk? He was the only one sober and he couldn't take care of all of you."

"That's so weird. From what I remember, Wooyoung and Jongho were tipsy but I was the only one who was drunk."

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open the door, mr. choi!

synopsis: going up to yeonjun's dorm, the man you believe to be a complete tool, and asking to use his shower isn't very fun.

genre: one sided enemies to lovers, fluff, angst??

pairing: yeonjun x f!reader

warning: very unrealistic writing of living on campus (i'm manifesting here..), a curse word here and there

author notes: this is so incredibly short but i like writing banter so..lol this really is just banter. reblogging is appreciated!

Transferring to a different college mid semester for better opportunities proved to be that mistake. The mistake you realize is going to be hard to top, the biggest one you've made in your entire life.

In addition to losing daily contact with your friends, you were in a complete foreign city, practically stranded. You had zero relationship with your professors, there were completely different material you had to learn to pass exams, and you had no time to make any friends. even after you decided to go through the on-campus housing route, You were only on friendly speaking terms with your roommate.

You wished you reviewed the dormitories, but you hadn't which then cost you to learn that the girls dormitory had constant complaints about water supply; it was either the sink, the toilet, or the shower — it would just decide to stop working.

Thankfully, the time you've spent living with your roommate, you only experienced one — the sink. There were problems with it practically every other day, ten times more constant than everybody else. Which caused you to naively believe it canceled out all the other occuring problems everyone else had.

So, imagine your surprise when you walk in under the shower head, butt naked, with not one drop coming out on your hair.

"Yunjin!" you yell out, panicking as you adjust the diverter still with no sign of water. "Yunjin is the water out!?"

You sigh when you can't hear a response through the door, and opted to step out the shower, and carefully walk towards the door. You slightly open it, making sure to only poke your head out as your eyes wandered around the dorm.

Great, there's no sign of her.

When you get dressed again, you throw yourself on your bed, staring at the time on your phone. 8:39PM.

Your roommate had helped you out with getting a blind date, in hopes of "putting yourself out there". Though at the time you didn't meet her with much excitement, pretending to despise the idea—Currently, you were practically a few seconds away from pulling out your hair at the thought of missing it.

For god sake, you haven't been on a date since, what, two years? And even worse, when you finally got a chance, you weren't ditching the date on your own accord, but because you couldn't shower!

"I'm gonna fucking sue them!" you shout, directing your pit of rage at your ceiling. Though, right after, you bury your face in your pillow, groaning like a little child, knowing that no matter how many complaints you submit, there would be zero response. So, at the moment, it felt like the best thing to do was give up.

Give up and ...reschedule.

No, you can't—you won't. You have to go on the date—today. An adrenaline-like surge of determination motivates you to shoot up from your bed, and quickly head to your bathroom again. You will go on this date, you owe it to Yunjin—and also, to yourself.

When you look at the counter, you immediately spot the magic wand practically ogling at you, begging you to use it. Your deodorant.

What other option did you have? When you pick up the deodorant stick, you shut your eyes, praying that the combination between deodorant and perfume could manage to make you smell good enough. You exhale, the gross thought making it hard for you to even lift your shirt.

You hear a ping of your phone, quickly opening your eyes, dropping your hand, which in turn also gets your hand off the piece of fabric you were holding.

When you look at the notification, you exhaustedly exhale, your shoulders dropping. It wasn't surprising to see it was him. Yeonjun—the guy you've been working on a project with for the past few months.

And also, the guy you've been trying to avoid ever since you got assigned the project. He was practically a mosquito, buzzing near your ears every waking moment of the day. It was easier for him when he got your number, as per your professor's request. According to her, it would be easier for you two to communicate with each other's contact numbers.

But you begged to differ, especially after these tortuous days of having your phone go off randomly throughout the day. All it did was tear away your focus from more important matters.

You opt to ignore the text, like you always do— and focus on your preparation for your date. That is, until a light bulb lights up above your head, halting your movement, as you furrow your brows in thought.

The boy's dormitory never had an issue with water, it was a usual complaint you'd overhear girls around you say in your morning classes. Their issue was odor. Which you would bet a few cents that that was specifically the consequence of the herd of men living in one space, but you digress.

Sure, you aren't very fond of the idea to go up to the man you find pretty repulsive—in terms of personality, repulsive. He was the walking definition of a douche, but you just got a date, in two years! Who knows the next time you'll get the golden opportunity again? So, you grab your towel and head out the bathroom.

You only hope that your lack of answering back texts wouldn't backfire on you.

Though it took him a few knocks, Yeonjun finally opens his door. His jaw slacks a little and brows raised, clearly taken back by your sudden visit. You wait for him to say something—or rather, you take the time to study his figure for a good second; your eyes instinctually taking in how...good he looks. His dyed hair subtly spiking his eyes, his lips looking a little more pink than usual, and the flowy dress shirt being down two button, exposing his chest—

"Y/N checking out Yeonjun part, what, a hundred?" he stupidly grins, leaning on his door frame with his arms crossed.

"Part zero." you deadpan, he was back to getting on your nerves.

"Right..." he purses his lip, which earns an audible scoff from you, his confidence was astoundingly high. Normally, you'd think it was a praiseworthy trait, confident people are cool, but Yeonjun was something else.

"Okay—look, I have no time to waste. I need your help." you say, cutting to the chase.

"Clearly..." Yeonjun says, his gaze falling to the towel hanging on one arm, and a plastic bag tight in your hand.

"First, sorry for coming here so unexpectedly—"

"Hold on," he raises up a hand to stop you, which is an annoying thing he's been doing to you lately. "Did you just apologize? To me?" he then puts a hand on his heart, pouting like a child.

When you try to open your mouth again, his finger was on your lips in attempt to shut you up — he was getting dangerously confident. You glare at him, which sends the message loud and clear as he drops his hand immediately.

"Look, if you're here for the project, I can't. I actually have a bedtime I have to follow through."

You furrow your eyebrows in disbelief. "A bedtime? What are you? Twelve?"

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. "Damn it Y/N, this was the part where you were supposed to prove to me that you're worthy of me letting you in my dorm."

"I'm not here for the project, Yeonjun." you sigh, your energy drained from all his talking.

"Then what? It's like—" he raises his wrist to take a look at his watch. And to your dismay, his smug smile prepares you for some more teasing. "My, my, my. Coming to my dorm at nine? So I see it you changed your mind about, you know..." he puckers his lips in attempt to make smooching noises, which only earned a judgemental stare from your side.

"We're never going to have sex—ugh, I just came to use your shower, the one at my dorm stopped working." you've learned to stop yourself from engaging with his antics, it only cost you more social battery after all.

"Ah." he says, biting his lip as he appears to think more of your request. "I'm sorry, can't." he concludes.

"Huh? Why?" you ask then immediately groan at a thought, "God, do you have a girl naked in there?"

"You don't realize it sometimes Y/N, but you are a slut shamer."

You deadpan, letting out a long sigh. "Are you calling yourself a slut?"

"Frankly, for your information, I don't have a girl in there. She actually left a few minutes ago." he says ignoring your question, though he couldn't be happier from the annoyed reaction he got out of you— which he was quick to love and appreciate the more he got it.

You roll your eyes, "So, why can't you?"

"Glad you asked," he says, reaching in his pockets to dig out something. He faces his phone to you, your messages open, only blue texts being on the screen. "You've been ghosting me for like, two weeks."

So your lack of replying back is biting you in the ass.

You didn't have time, dropping the plastic bag full of your date clothes, reaching out to your pocket to get your phone.

You quickly type up an 'okay' without reading the text, and hit send. When you hear the sound of a notification from his phone, you put up a tight lipped smile as you shove your phone in your pockets, picking up your clothes and pushing yourself in his dorm.

Yeonjun broke into a smile you don't catch, as he looks back to you. "Breaking and entering is a felony Y/N!" he yells out.

You ignore him, your attention more focused on how weirdly neat his place was. Was he a fast cleaner? Tidying up the place this fast after sex?

You guessed that was what a long duration of experience gives you — the ability to clean up in minutes. But then you noticed a computer open, with the desk it's on being surrounded with crumbled paper.

Odd.

You hear the door shut, guessing it was Yeonjun, which snaps you out of your thoughts as you immediately head to the bathroom. If you stayed a second later, there was a 50% chance he would've stopped you to ask questions.

When you enter the bathroom, and lock the door behind you, you're pleasantly caught by surprise.

The smell—the smell wasn't foul. You hate to admit, in the back of your mind, you'd always have this image of Yeonjun—a player who was gross.

You don't exactly know why you held onto it for so long since there were multiple, multiple times you got close enough, that your nose could pick up his cologne—it smelled really good, not too strong, just enough.

And when you stand there in his bathroom, weirdly finding yourself inhaling the scent of the air—it smelled pretty fucking good.

A loud knock on the door your back is leaning on startles you, making you jump. "Hey, hurry up! I'm giving you fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes? What a psycho.

You shake your head at your own ungratefulness—he was letting you borrow his shower, which you genuinely appreciated, so you undressed quickly in hopes of showering forty minutes max.

You didn't pick up your hair brush with you, so consequently you were spending a great deal of time untangling your hair with your towel—which wasn't very..effecitve.

You already changed, obviously, but your makeup was undone. Just lipgloss was all you had time to do, you thought in your head, disappointed.

Not to forget—Yeonjun has been talking to you through the door the moment you shut the running water—not proving the mosquito reincarnation theories you've been holding onto, to be wrong. He was driving you very close to the edge of insanity.

"You're taking so long." he whines for the hundredth time. "I have to show you something."

You groan, walking towards the door. You were clothed now anyway, if opening the door would finally fix Yeonjun's mouth being a broken record, you would happily do it.

He shuffles away from the door when you push it open, flustered as he clears his throat.

Was he leaning on the door?

"What do you want?"

You think you see his eyes scanning your outfit for a second, a hint of confusion overtaking his expression but he turns away to walk towards the computer—the one that was previously surrounded with balled up paper, so you ignore it. "You look hot but I'll decide to ignore that. I have to show you something."

You exhale, your hair still pretty untamed. "Alright, I don't have that much time though."

He let himself fall on his spinning office chair, as he gestures his hand for you to sit at the edge of his bed.

You clear your throat, waiting for him to stop stalling through his spinning.

And he does.

"Okay." he exhaled, a little shakily. Which was weird. "So, remember the text you sent okay too?"

"Yeonjun...that just happened. Like an hour ago."

"Yep, yeah. Cool, cool, cool." he repeats, opting to spin once more. You raise an eyebrow, is he trolling you?

"I didn't like—you know, read the text. I mean, I can."

"You didn't read it? You should. Actually—nope, no. You shouldn't. You should. Yeah, you should."

You knit your eyebrows together at his odd speaking patterns. Reaching for your phone, you click on the message icon—until a number pops up, calling you.

All of a sudden, you get nervous. Your hand getting all clammy as you swiped right on the call.

"Hi." you breath out, biting your lip in eagerness to hear your date's voice.

Yeonjun only watches you, cocking his head at the sudden mood change. No—he was tilting his head because of all of that. Your dress, the matching bag, your lipgloss.

He furrows his brows, still watching you stutter on the phone, and practically making a fool of yourself with the way you were stupidly, prettily smiling ear to ear.

You never did that with him. Okay, sure, he likes seeing you roll your eyes or scoff at his antics— it brings him pure joy! But god, thinking now, he would appreciate it a hundred times more if your reaction to him was a smile—that smile instead. Or a laugh. Or a hug, maybe a kiss—

Time didn't wait for anyone—connecting the dots unfortunately only happened the moment you hung up the phone.

"Sorry, that was my date. I really have to go. What do you want to show me?"

"Um—uh...gross!"

You scrunch up your face, taken aback. "What?"

"You—you have, like, spinach stuck between your teeth."

Your eyes widen in shock immediately getting off the bed, but then you halt, turning to look at Yeonjun. "But I didn't eat spinach today. Or yesterday." you mumble.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not a professional chef that can tell what that nasty piece of green leaf is in between your teeth."

"God, is it that bad?" you ask in horror, not waiting for his reply as you burst into the bathroom.

Meanwhile as you check your teeth in the mirror, Yeonjun immediately grabs the phone you left on his bed, which was still open—letting him breath in relief.

He immediately went on to his name on your phone to open the messages between you two—it was ridiculous but a smile still tugged on his lips for a split second when he noticed his contact name was the one he typed in a few months ago, still 'hottest man alive'—he took it a sign you didn't disagree... or it could be that you were too lazy to change it.

But he immediately shook his head out of the thought — doing his job of deleting the message that you sent an okay to.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you say with wide eyes, snatching your phone away from the boys hand.

"Just checking the time." he says with an awkward smile, a little startled of your sudden presence.

"On my phone? You literally have a watch." you say, your tone laced with confusion. Which signaled Yeonjun to shoot up from his bed, pushing you out towards the door—there was no way out of this but to push you out, and hopefully the date being horrible enough for you to forget about confronting him about this tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Preferably, for the rest of his life on Earth.

"Time for you to leave!" he yells, finally getting you out of his dorm, and now out in the hallway.

Before you could say anything—for example, reminding him that 90% of the stuff you brought was still in the bathroom—he slammed the door right in your face.

When you recollect your shock, you scoff, your annoyance through the roof.

What was he looking at in your phone?

You open it, hoping to find the answer.

But you're only confused as you only see your chat with Yeonjun open.

And even more confused when the text length of the message before your 'okay' was way shorter than what you remember.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun was sitting on his desk chair, biting his lip as he hesitantly hit the delete button on the music project he's been working on.

ending a/n: i think i'm allergic to ending a fic with the two pairings getting together cz tell me why this was deadass just enemies to ????? T_T

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