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Obnoxious 📚🧛‍♂️🎃

Hey hun, Hopefully I'm not too late but I would love to put in a request for your Halloween Themed Celebration for reaching 9k. Congratulations!!! Its such an amazing feat! Could I please have Vampire Jooheon, and you can take any liberties that you like! Again, congratulations on your milestone

Here you go, @this-song-thats-only-for-you! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for your sweet words and support 💓you amazing lovely thing, you

Genre: College!AU

Pairing: Vampire!Jooheon x You

Warnings: Mild cursing

Words: 2,286

"Oh, good god,” you murmured to yourself after hearing your professor say three such dreaded words: with a partner.

There was almost nothing you enjoyed less than working on a school assignment with a partner, especially since your history professor was quite predictable and would quite certainly make you work with the person sitting next to you. Who... just happened to be Jooheon.

By pure happenstance, you had chosen the seat next to him on the first day of class, and your professor had announced that the seat you now occupied would be your seat for the entire semester. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, of course, but after a few classes...

Jooheon was just obnoxious. That’s all there was to say about him.

Okay.

Well.

That wasn’t entirely true.

He was obnoxious... and also incredibly good-looking. Sexy, even. Attractive? No, he was too obnoxious to be attractive. But he was definitely sexy.

Anyway.

Just as you had predicted, the next words out of your professor’s mouth were: “You’ll work with the person sitting next to you...”

You didn’t hear what he said after that. You were too distracted by the fact your eyes were rolling almost fully back into your head. This assignment was going to be Jooheon being his know-it-all self and you simply trying to tolerate it.

You weren’t sure what his deal was, but during just about every single class, Jooheon had some sort of dissatisfied remark to make. Either the textbook was wrong, the professor was wrong, or -- in most cases -- both were wrong. It was incredibly annoying because who was he to question history experts?! There was no possible way he had more knowledge than textbook authors and an acknowledged, esteemed professor who was actually quite prolific in his field. There was just no way!

And yet. Jooheon acted like he did have more knowledge than textbook authors and an acknowledged, esteemed professor who was actually quite prolific in his field.

And it irked you to no end.

So, of course, he would be the one you had to work with on this partner assignment.

Apparently, your professor had just instructed you to pick a significant time period in history -- this was World History pre-1900, so there was plenty for you to choose from. You had just been too busy being annoyed to have heard him say it.

“Which era do you want to do?” Jooheon asked you, tapping his pen against his notebook. “You can pick.”

You bit back a sigh before answering, willing yourself to at least try to be polite and civil. He hadn’t said anything particularly irritating yet, so you owed him that much, at least.

“How about... the French Revolution?” you suggested. Napoleon had always been a fascinating figure, in your opinion.

A tiny smirk lifted the corners of Jooheon’s lips, and he shrugged. “Sure.”

Ugh. There he went again with that smirk of his. He always smirked like that, especially when he disagreed with something the professor said.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you offered. “We can do something else.”

“No, that’s fine. French Revolution’s good.”

...Okay, whatever.

Your professor allowed the class a few moments to discuss with their project partners before moving on to the day’s lecture, and you and Jooheon decided to meet at the campus coffee shop later that evening. To be quite honest, you were more than prepared to divvy up the work and do it all separately. It would be a lot easier than actually having to work with him.

When class let out an hour later, you quickly gathered up your things and stood to leave.

“See you later,” Jooheon murmured before you took even one step toward the lecture hall door.

You simply hummed in response, shouldering your bag and only sparing him a brief glance over your shoulder.

“Yeah, same, can’t wait for it either,” he called after you with a chuckle.

All right, so, he was obnoxious and observant. (And sexy.)

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Jooheon was late. Almost everything you knew about him so far, you didn’t like. And you especially couldn’t stand when someone clearly placed little to no value on another person’s time. Which is exactly what Jooheon was doing right now.

The two of you had agreed to meet at 5:30pm this evening, and here you were. Sitting at a table by yourself at 5:50pm with a half-empty cappuccino and a piece of paper with nothing but clouds and squiggles on it.

You had other homework to do, and you also had dinner to eat. You’d wanted to be done here by 6pm so you could head to the nearest dining hall for dinner and then back to your apartment by 6:30pm to get working on your essay for Literature class.

In other words, you’d prepared a schedule for yourself, and if you didn’t get to stick to it, you would not be happy.

And it would be all Jooheon’s fault.

At 5:52pm, you were this close to closing your notebook and pushing your chair away from the table to leave when you heard a rustle of noise behind you.

“Sorry,” a very distinctive and, unfortunately, familiar voice said.

Jooheon suddenly appeared then, plopping down in the chair across from you and shooting you a guilty smile.

Good. At least he felt bad about it.

“You’re twenty-two minutes late,” you announced with raised eyebrows.

“I know, I’m sorry, I got...” Jooheon paused, his gaze shifting to the side uncomfortably. “...Held up.”

To be quite frank, you didn’t have time to even be mad about his lame excuse.

“Whatever,” you murmured. “We have eight minutes. I have somewhere to be.”

You weren’t going to tell him that you were the one who had set your own schedule and could, thereby, change it. He didn’t deserve to know that.

“Oh, god, I -- Where are you going? I can walk with you,” he offered.

“...I, uh,” you stammered. “I’m just... going to the dining hall. But I have other work to do, and I need to get it done by a certain time, but I still have to eat, so --”

Well, so much for not explaining yourself.

“No worries,” Jooheon assured you. “I understand.”

You simply nodded and watched as Jooheon got out his notebook, twirling his pen around in-between his fingers.

After eight -- or more like seven -- minutes, you excused yourself as politely as you could, surprised when Jooheon actually stood up after you and began to follow you out of the coffee shop.

Apparently, he had been serious about making up for the time lost and walking with you to the dining hall.

“What about Napoleon?” you asked once the two of you stepped outside onto the sidewalk. “Who wants to take Napoleon?”

“I will,” Jooheon said hastily. It kind of sounded like he was afraid you would’ve taken it...

“Okay, fine,” you replied with a chuckle.

“No, it’s just...” He trailed off and shook his head. “Never mind.”

“No, what is it?”

“I just know about Napoleon, that’s all.”

Of course, he did. Or he thought he did.

“Oh, really?” you questioned defensively. “I know about him, too.”

“Not like I do,” Jooheon retorted.

Here we go again.

“Why are you like this?” you asked as you continued down the sidewalk, approaching the campus library up ahead.

“...Like what?”

“You always act like you know more than everyone.”

You heard him let out a soft chuckle, and when you glanced over at him, you saw he was shaking his head.

“What?” you urged, your voice tinged with irritation. “What’s so funny? You do!”

Jooheon sighed as he adjusted his backpack over his shoulder. “I do know a lot about history,” he replied.

“Yeah, but more than anyone else? Ever?” you countered.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jooheon’s head snap to look in your direction, so you did the same. He looked about as annoyed as you felt.

“Yes, actually,” he replied. “I do.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do!”

“Oh, yeah? What do you know about Napoleon that nobody else does?” you asked with disbelief.

“He wasn’t that short,” Jooheon replied without hesitation. “He was actually pretty average. Not that much shorter than me.”

“Okay, we can’t know exactly how --”

“Yes, we can! I can!”

“What are you talking about?!” you cried.

“I know because I was there!” Jooheon hissed, his tone clearly implying he had hit a breaking point.

You stopped walking immediately, your brow furrowing in extreme confusion. “What?!”

Jooheon stopped, too, letting out a very deep exhale and bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Damn it,” he murmured. And then he looked up at you with pleading eyes. “Just -- forget I said that, okay?”

“Uh, you’re literally insane if you think I’m going to forget that. What do you mean you were there?”

When Jooheon didn’t answer you within ten seconds, you began to ask him again. But before you could get the whole question out, he grabbed your upper arm and hauled you off the sidewalk and toward the nearest tree.

“What the --!” you shrieked, but Jooheon quickly shushed you. Thankfully, he didn’t clap his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He wouldn’t be standing here if he had -- he would be on the ground, holding his crotch in pain.

“Even if I tell you, you won’t believe me,” he murmured, standing far too close to you for comfort.

“Tell me what?!” you whispered urgently.

Jooheon looked at you for a few moments before letting out a defeated sigh. He let his head drop, and he shook it slowly before lifting it back up inch by inch to face you again.

“I was there for the French Revolution... because I’m a Vampire.”

You blinked at him.

Once... twice... thrice... you blinked four times.

You opened your mouth to reply, but it took a couple of seconds before actual words came out.

“Joo-- Jooheon... why... I know that Vampires exist,” you told him slowly. “They’re... all over campus... We even have blood drives for them? Why are you acting like it’s some huge secret?”

And now it was Jooheon’s turn to blink at you.

“Because... nobody knows,” he answered.

“Yeah, but it’s not like someone’s going to come after you with a wooden stake to try and kill you,” you pointed out, looking at him as if he were certifiably nuts.

Jooheon tsked and stepped away from you, crossing his arms childishly over his chest. “Well, it’s a big deal to me! Nobody knows!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you said, hoping to placate him. You weren’t sure why you wanted to placate him, but whatever. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

...And then, as Jooheon stood there pouting... the reality of his words sunk in.

“Wait, you really were there during the French Revolution?” you asked quietly.

He nodded, just barely glancing at you.

Your eyes widened. Your lips curved into a smile. And a hypothetical lightbulb went off over your head.

It all made sense now!

He didn’t think he knew more than a whole slew of history experts -- he actually did know more than a whole slew of history experts! He had witnessed it all first-hand! Of course, he was going to get crabby and retort like a smart ass when they got it wrong!

He wasn’t obnoxious! He was just exasperated!

You should have been reeling. You should have been thoroughly irritated that your entire notion of who Jooheon was had just been completely thrown out the window.

But you weren’t.

You could only be incredibly intrigued.

Without letting another second go by, you stepped up to him, reaching out and putting your hands on one of his arms. “Tell me everything,” you requested breathlessly. “I want to know everything you’ve seen. Everything they’ve gotten wrong.”

Jooheon simply quirked a brow at you.

“Please,” you pleaded, unable to keep from smiling.

“...Really? I thought you hated me.”

“That was when I thought you were an insufferable know-it-all!” you explained. “But you actually know stuff, and I want to hear everything.”

He stared at you for a few seconds, and you were starting to think he was going to push you away and tell you he had no reason to fulfill your request.

“...Where do you want me to start?”

“Napoleon,” you answered, practically squirming and squealing with joy. “How tall was he really? What was he like?”

Jooheon laughed softly and began to walk back toward the sidewalk, letting you slip your arm through his so your conversation could be kept as private as possible.

“Well, for starters, he was one of the biggest douche-nozzles I’ve ever met.”

“You met him?!”

Little did you know, that evening -- that ten-minute walk from the coffee shop to the dining hall -- would change your life forever.

You would go on to talk to Jooheon for literal hours that night, staying up into the wee hours of the morning just listening to all his stories. You would laugh, you would cry, you would beg for more details... and, eventually, you would fall asleep with your head on his shoulder.

You would realize that not only was Jooheon not obnoxious, but he was also incredibly intelligent, adorably compassionate, one of the biggest scaredy-cats you’d ever met (especially considering he was a Vampire...), and...

The most wonderful person in the world.

Indeed, that evening -- that ten-minute walk from the coffee shop to the dining hall -- would change your life forever. In more ways than one.

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