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Rivals

You attend a football game between your own university and its rival, Silver Creek Institute. At the game, you meet a super sweet guy, Park Woojin. However, you soon realize that maybe you didn’t know everything you needed to about him.

for an anon who requested a romeo and juliet fic without death

based off of the usa university system

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, tugging the red and white beanie further onto your head. Your huge t-shirt, emblazoned with the huge words “UNIVERSITY OF GATEWAY”, was equally as red and white. Behind you, your best friend Kang Daniel struggled to shove his white “UoG” cap over his freshly dyed red hair.

It was the day you’d all been waiting for—the day that your own university, University of Gateway—faced off against its rival, Silver Creek Institute, in the royal game of football. While you knew nothing about football, you definitely had school pride, and Daniel’s friends had gotten tickets to the big game.

“(y/n), Daniel, you guys ready to go?” Seongwoo asked, holding up the car keys in his hand. His entire face had been painted red in honor of the game that night, and next to him stood Jisung, carrying a huge cooler of drinks.

“Let’s do this!” Daehwi yelled loudly, excited for his first UoG vs SCI game.

The seven of you trudged out to Jisung’s van, everyone settling in for the ride to the stadium.

The streets were packed with other UoG students dressed in their red and white gear, making noise and screaming in preparation for the big game. The stadium was already packed as well, and the seven of you had to fight your way to get to your seats.

“It’s so noisy,” Daehwi complained, trying to cover his ears. Seongwoo laughed, promptly yelling louder along with the current chant of the UoG side. Normally for football games like this one, half of the stadium was where the UoG students sat, the other half was reserved for SCI.

“Get used to it, buddy,” you yelled above the loud din of the chanting, “this is only the beginning.”

As the game started and the noise got louder, you got into the game, waving around the red and white pom-pom that Jihoon had handed you enthusiastically (and occasionally hitting him in the face). The game was close, and by half-time, UoG only had a seven point lead, leaving everyone sitting on the edges of their seats.

The cheerleaders began streaming onto the field, a signal that the half-time show was starting. While your friends definitely wanted to watch the hottest girls of UoG dancing on a football field, you decided that you’d go grab something to drink from the concession stand.

“Hey, Jisung, do you guys want anything?” You yelled loudly, leaning over to ask your friend, “I’m gonna go get something to drink!”

“I’m okay,” Jisung replied, “take my hoodie, though, it’s getting cold outside.” You took the offered hoodie, sliding it over your head. The black hoodie caught on your beanie and you yanked the hat off, shoving it onto Daehwi’s head instead.

“Wait, buy me some French friends,” Jihoon yelled, handing you a couple bills, “Thanks bud.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you yelled back, doing your best to get out of your seat and out to the large open area where the concession stands were. The line was super long, winding around the open space all the way to the entrance to the main stadium, and you sighed, taking your place at the back of the line.

To amuse yourself while waiting, you pulled out your phone, checking your Snapchat to see if anything interesting was happening. Just as you were replying to Jihoon’s snap of an ugly selfie, you felt someone pull you back sharply.

“Woah, careful,” someone exclaimed, and you watched as an entire slushee was emptied on the spot where you had just been standing. “Dude, you’d drunk as hell, go home.”

The guy who’d thrown the slushee meandered off, grumbling under his breath, which gave you time to turn around and face your savior, the guy who was standing behind you in line.

“Thank you so much,” you said, smiling at the guy, a tall dude with honey blonde/brown hair and a snaggletooth. “I dunno what I would have done if I had to sit through the second half of this game with a wet, icy shirt.”

“No problem,” he smiled back, stepping forward as the line slowly inched forward.

“I’m (y/n),” you introduced, holding out your hand to shake.

“Woojin,” he replied, taking your hand and giving it a shake. Normally, you weren’t one for clichés, but you could have sworn you felt an electric shock as his slightly calloused large hand grasped your own.

“So, you were sent by your friends to collect the supplies?” you asked teasingly, looking down at the huge wad of cash he had in his hand. Woojin held it up with a chuckle.

“I’m the second youngest in our group,” he replied, shaking his head, “and our youngest never actually does what a dongsaeng is supposed to do, so getting the food naturally fell to me.”

“Ah,” you nodded with a grin, “I’m here out of free will, unfortunately.”

The two of you continued to talk, finding a lot of common ground. Woojin seemed to be into the same artists as you, and you two liked similar TV shows. He was funny, albiet a bit dorky, but it was pleasant to stand in line and just talk with him.

As you were walking away from the food stand, coke and Jihoon’s French fries in your arms, you heard Woojin shout your name.

Holding a huge bag of food, he jogged up to you, breathing heavily. “Hey, um, I normally don’t do this,” he said sheepishly, readjusting the heavy back of junk food so that it was easier to carry, “but is there any way I could get your number? Talking to you was really fun.” He looked at you hopefully, cursing as the soda cup in one hand started to slip.

You smiled up at Woojin, taking out your phone, “sure!” The two of you quickly exchanged numbers, and you watched as Woojin hurried off, struggling to carry all the food that his hyungs had ordered.

Smiling to yourself, you headed back to your own seat.

“What’s got you so happy?” Jisung asked suspiciously, stealing one of Jihoon’s French fries.

“Nothing, nothing,” you shook your head, trying to suppress your smile as you thought about how cute Woojin was when he was flustered.

“So wait,” Jihoon looked over at Seongwoo in suspicion, “there’s gonna be kids from other colleges at this party as well?”

Seongwoo rolled his eyes, nodding slowly, “I swear, I’ve explain this like, a thousand times. Yes, there’s gonna be kids from other colleges.”

Daehwi looked up from the couch, hopeful that maybe he could tag along for once.

“Not today, Daehwi-ah,” Jisung ruffled Daehwi’s blonde hair with a giggle, “you’re staying in with hyung tonight.”

“Who all’s gonna be there?” You asked lazily, looking up from your phone. You’d been texting Woojin furiously about the latest episode of Show Me the Money, only half-paying attention to the conversation about the party you and your friends were attending that night.

“Some kids from Pleasant Hills Uni, Littlewood Tech and SCI,” Seongwoo responded casually.

“SCI?” Jihoon groaned, “as in UoG’s rival, SCI?”

“Yes, you oaf,” Seongwoo replied, flicking Jihoon’s forehead, “just because we’re rivals doesn’t mean they know how to throw a mean party.”

“I guess,” Jihoon grumbled, clearly not too happy with the news.

“We should leave soon, though,” Daniel said, checking the time on his phone, “I don’t wanna get there too late.”

Instead of taking Jisung’s van, you all ended up in Seongwoo’s car, since there were less of you. He insisted on blaring Bruno Mars at an obnoxiously loud volume, and when you pulled up outside of the house where the party was held, someone threw a beer can at the car.

“Fucking loser,” Daniel snickered as Seongwoo frowned, examining the damage done to his car (there was none).

The four of you trudged up the path that wound through the lawn, leading to the wide-open door.

“Hey guys, welcome to Bonfire Night,” someone greeted you as you entered, “drinks are in the kitchen, dancing is in the back where the bonfire is.”

“When you said bonfire party,” you murmured to Seongwoo, “somehow, I didn’t imagine a couch would be on fire.” Once the four of you had gotten drinks, you headed out to the backyard, where the ‘bonfire’ was—it turned out to be a couch, amongst other things, that had been lit on fire.

“Hey, the UoG fuckers showed up!” Someone yelled loudly, prompting cheers from the crowd. You snickered at the use of the term ‘fuckers’, following Daniel and Jihoon to a large group of people.

“Hey Taedong, whaddup?” Daniel greeted, exchanging the classic bro-hug/shake/pound.

“All that’s left is the little fucks from SCI, then this party’s really gonna get started,” you recognized Kim Donghan as he yelled loudly, lifting his beer can above his head.

Laughing, you took a seat next to Daniel, tucking your legs up to shield yourself from the chilly night air.

“This is the party?” Daniel asked Seongwoo, gesturing to the backyard. While it was fun, with people milling around and dancing, it definitely wasn’t the super lit night that Seongwoo had promised.

“Yes bitch, this is the party,” Seongwoo retorted. As your two friends started bickering, you pulled out your phone to text Woojin.

To: pwj

The party my friends dragged me to sucks ugh

I could be at home watching criminal minds

Adfksfoirefks get me out of here omg

>>I’m headed to party as well haha

>>my hyungs wouldn’t take no for an answer

You smiled, and were about to type out a response when someone yelled loudly.

“SCI finally showed up!” Donghan cheered. Daniel stiffened next to you, and you heard Jihoon ‘boo’ from the other side of Seongwoo.

“Fuck SCI,” Seongwoo shouted playfully, and you watched as one of the recently arrived guys from SCI glared at him. As your eyes drifted over the group of newcomers, one of them caught your attention, causing a chill to run down your spine. Park Woojin stood with the others from Silver Creek Institute, the name of your rival university standing out proudly on his navy blue t-shirt.

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