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Not For Sale: Week 3

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [and other members]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing, a pinch of inappropriate joke

Word Count: 2.5k + 15 SM Screenshots

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @haechanhues @sunqnyu @bloom-bloom-pow @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

A/N: this chapter has quite a few screenshot images so try not to click on them as there are still blocks of texts in between!

Jay is dreaming to: Like A Fool - Sam Kim, NIve

“No, come on. You calculated that shit wrong - this obviously falls under the 5% value which means it should be rejected.”

“What? Bullshit.”

“Jay, you did this tutorial before, do you remember the answer?”

Silence.

Heeseung looks up from his notepad and glances at the other table, over the rim of his glasses. If he tried hard enough, Heeseung could hear the song blasting in Jay’s earpieces. He was just mindlessly staring at his week 2 marketing tutorial, with this tiny, stupid, idiotic smile on his lips.

Sunghoon pulls away from the digital whiteboard, placing the marker back into the compartment in the corner of the panel. He slaps a palm against Jay’s shoulder blade, the sharp piak sound almost echoing in the tutorial room.

“Ow!” The victim pouts and yanks out one side of his earpieces aggressively. Heeseung opens his mouth, and curls his lips between his teeth to hide his laughter when Jake jumps as well. “What do you want?”

“This BE (business econs) tutorial question!” Sunghoon waves the tutorial book under Jay’s nose. “I didn’t know your help consisted of you daydreaming.”

Jake scoffs and chuckles annoyingly. “Please, I bet all he can think about is his date last week. Not only that, he gets to see her right the day after for marketing.”

“God damn, you’re right,” Jay leans back in his seat, bringing his palms up to the back of his head. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh why does she have to be an exchange student? Of all people to choose, I chose an exchange student?” He stomps his feet incessantly, vibrating his entire body with frustration.

And why did I choose the same girl as you?

Sunghoon chokes out a dry snicker of a mockery, turning back to the working on the board where Jake’s busy struggling with his calculator. “Maybe because you’re an idiot, ever thought about that?”

“Tsk,” Jay tuts his lips, reaching out and grabbing Sunghoon’s arm that was holding onto the tutorial booklet. “Sunghoooooooooonnnnnnnnnn-”

“Stop it,” He groans, trying to wring his way out of Jay’s clinging. “Get off me, it might work better on her-”

“I don’t see her enough for us to get close too fast...” Jay’s hugging Sunghoon’s arm too tightly now, even pressing his head into his forearm.

“Jesus, he’s whipped and too far gone for hope,” Jake blatantly taps the crown of Jay’s head with the digital marker, subtly shaking his head. “Press F to pay respects, man.”

“F,” Sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“F,” Heeseung grins, twiddling with the pen in his fingers.

“Lee Heeseung, don’t get too far ahead of yourself,” Jay leans forward into his seat, squinting playfully. “I’m pretty sure you’re like, half as screwed as I am with that girl of yours in music history.”

“For the record, at least I’m still sane and I have an adequate duration of attention span... and my ass isn’t daydreaming in week 3.”

Jay’s lips curl downwards, stretching his lips in a bid to mimic Heeseung in a slightly higher pitch. “‘At least I’m still sane and I have an adequate duration of attention span-’ Hey!” Jay winces again, now being hurled at by Heeseung’s rolled up jacket. He releases Sunghoon, allowing him to return to Jake’s working.

“Stop it.”

“Did you talk to her? How did it go?”

“We talked during class but that’s it, what else are you expecting?”

Jay lines his thumb and index finger with his chin and jaw, the Confucius in him readying himself to spit some words of wisdom.

“Maybe-”

“No.”

“Come on!” Jay stands, almost slamming his palms into the desk. The thud combined with the shriek of the seat being pushed back out jolts Jake and Sunghoon out of their mathematical bicker once again. “Nothing can go wrong. So you embarrass yourself or she thinks you’re a creep - move on!”

Jake glances at Jay, then rests his vision on Heeseung. “Y’all really be paying a few thousand dollars per sem just to swoon over girls.”

“You mean Jay’s paying a few thousand dollars per sem just to swoon over one girl, who just happens to be an exchange student.”

Jay turns with the most done facial expression they’ve seen on him, and he rolls up his tutorial booklet before whacking Sunghoon with it.

“Ow- ow- stop it!”

“Full of shit,” You snort while rolling your eyes, locking your phone and placing it facing down onto the table top. The chapter for The Medieval, Renaissance and the Western was as dry as the Sahara Desert and even you were having trouble trying to absorb the information.

Heeseung’s deal flashes across your memory, and it might’ve been a stretch, but you believed him when he said he wasn’t going to score well for Test 1 - he just didn’t seem like the kind to score full marks on something.

Too harsh.

The doorbell rings, and you wait for a moment, hoping that it was just some delivery man sending a bomb to you.

“y/n, I bought some desserts and snacks for you.”

“Ok, thanks. Leave it outside, I’m studying.”

“Spare me 10, would you? It’s week 3, I’m sure your work hasn’t piled up yet. Besides, I wanna know how your tour with Jay went.”

The disappointed scoff sounds more like a choke when it comes from you.

Jay gave me the tour 2 fucking weeks ago.

The door clicks and slides open after you input the password, which your father also has, so kudos to him for giving you the privacy when he should. Now, the logo on the box in the bag he’s holding, you recognise. It’s your favourite brand of artisan cakes and pastries and he knows that he brought it here in a bid to appease you.

“How have your classes been? Music history, marketing, what else?” He places the box on the kitchen counter, eyes automatically scanning the room as if he was expecting it to look like the aftermath of a tornado.

“Communication psychology and creative writing,” Slamming yourself into the couch, you pick up the TV remote and switch it on.

“And how was the tour with Jay? Any funny episodes? I know he takes marketing with you.”

In your peripheral vision, he looks nervous - wiping his palms against his pants and adjusting his T-shirt.

“It was fine. It’s not like there are campus maps at every lift lobby.”

He sighs heavily, lowering his head a tad bit. “I know. I just thought it’d be nice for someone to accompany you while you get accustomed to the environment.”

An awkward silence. The audience laughter from FRIENDS almost echoes through the apartment.

“If there isn’t anything else urgent, then I have work to do. Music history’s a pain in the ass and I have to start working on my first assignment for creative. I’m sure you have prep work for BE too, Jay was telling me it’s alot of project work to sieve through on the prof’s end.”

Your father nods grimly, eyes darting away from the screen like he was ashamed to be paying attention to the series. “Right, right. Okay, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll go. If there’s anything that crops up, you’ll text me, yeah?”

Mindlessly offering him a hum, you nod with your eyes still stuck to the screen. In your peripheral vision, he turns on his heels, obviously very reluctant to leave. But he does anyway, gently closing the door behind him and leaving the box of cake on the counter.

The assorted slices of cake and pastries in the box are glistening under the amber lighting of the kitchen, the fresh scent of sugar, cream and fruit wafting through your nose. Casually picking out the mango cake slice out of the box, you jab your fork into it, the fruity taste melting over your tastebuds.

It’s not as sweet as you remember it.

It was a pleasant surprise to stroll into class, knowing that you were early, and seeing Heeseung diligently staring at his notes. Even dragging his highlighter across the ivory sheets.

Your fingers tighten around the paper bag with the pastry inside, for some strange reason, nervous.

I’ll just kill myself if he rejects it. What if he has some stupid gluten allergy and gets a seizure? I don’t know the the ingredients in this stupid thing, why would I even give a shit when I can just shove my face in it?

“Morning,” He greets without looking at you. “I beat you today.”

You shut your eyes and shake your head for a second. “Didn’t know we were playing at this.”

Heeseung grins, returning to his notes and even clicking a pen. Sliding into your seat (with the seat between the two of you now occupied with his bag), you pull out the lecture table and place the bag on it.

“You don’t... happen to be allergic to anything, are you?”

“Hmm?” Raising both brows, he takes awhile to peel his eyes off his notes. “No, why?”

You flick the paper bag with your middle finger, resting against the seat.

“Free breakfast?” He peers over, using his arms to lift his butt off the seat. Large doe eyes observe you as you pull the box out of the bag, and you open it to reveal the (chosen) pastries and cake in it. “That looks really good.”

“It is. Certified by me. Haven’t tried it before?” Reaching down to the paper bag, you pull out a disposable fork.

Heeseung shakes his head, removing his bag off the seat and shifting over.

“Are you sure you don’t want them for yourself?”

“Please, the ones I like are at home.”

“And for a moment, I was surprised,” He takes the fork from you, staring at you brazenly in your eyes.

The air in your lungs slowly empty themselves from your chest, surprised that neither of you have looked away yet. His bright eyes flicker a moment of curiosity, almost like he was contemplating some kind of risk. Then he blinks and looks at the pastries, twirling the fork between his fingers.

“So, which ones do you hate? I’m probably taking those, right?”

“Take whatever you want. I can live without the ones here,” Leaning back into your seat, you trace your attention to his fork driving into one of the puffs.

“Did you buy these over the weekend?” The cream on the top of the puff he chooses smears slightly across his upper lip as he shoves the entire thing into his mouth. His cheeks fill out like a squirrel, and there’s a inner battle with yourself to hide the grin that’s threatening to reveal itself.

“No, my dad gave them to me.”

Abruptly stopping his chewing, he glares at you, eyes widened so much that you could see the whites around his pupils. “What? If your dad gave them to you then shouldn’t you try to finish them on your own?”

The subtle frown is visible on his forehead, pastry almost spilling out of his mouth while he watches your eyes flatten over the query.

“He gave me a total of 8 puffs and 5 cakes. What do you want me to do? Gain 3kg in a day?”

“You could always...” His eyes sadden, brows relaxing and cheeks sinking. “Space them out...”

“By then, they’ll go bad,” The napkin is fished out of the paper bag when you can’t stand the cream on his upper lip. “You have a little- something over there-”

“Hmm?” He licks the bit of cream, but ends up pushing it onto his philtrum.

“Jesus, you’re like 12,” Reaching out with the napkin in a bid to do him the little favour, he interrupts you by taking the napkin instead.

“Thanks, I got it.”

It would be an utter lie if you said the gesture didn’t hurt you. Mentally ‘LOL-ing’ at yourself, it’s a punch in your gut when you catch yourself feeling offended by something that shouldn’t even bother you.

Falling back into the sofa, you fumble around on the sofa’s cushions to search for the television remote. It would be a total lie if you didn’t admit you were confused, maybe slightly hurt, by Heeseung’s gesture earlier that day. One of the local channels roll up, and the visuals of some familiar sights of the city entices you to hurl the remote aside.

Was he so repelled by you that he couldn’t have you helping him with a tad bit of cream? Was he so easily embarrassed or did he have a secret girlfriend stashed somewhere?

"The campus buses have been in operation for really long, so I guess some of them are prone to breaking down.”

“In the last... 4 weeks? Seoul University has had at least 8 bus breakdowns which is pretty concerning. We’re working with the bus vendor to figure out what’s the root problem. It could be something to do with an outdated or an old engine, but our students can be rest assured that they will remain safe on school grounds.”

Heeseung returns to his room with his earpiece stuck into his ear canals, carrying a box of takeaway food for Jay. The radio was just broadcasting some local news about the school buses. The door clicks open and he finds Jay laying diagonally across the bed, toes wriggling to whatever he’s listening to, eyes reflecting the light off his phone screen.

“Did you wake up in time for your online class?”

“No,” Jay pulls out his earpiece and sits up, beady eyes tracing Heeseung’s movements towards his table. “But I did wake up for the last half hour.”

“Isn’t your lecture 2 hours? You should’ve just slept in.” The elder scoffs, placing his bag down and pulling off his hoodie, leaving Jay’s lunch on his desk.

“There are participation quizzes in the last half hour before it ends and that’s where they mark class part so of the entire 2 hours, that’s actually the only thing I can’t miss.”

“And your brain works right when you wake up?” Heeseung turns, sitting inversely on the chair.

“Ironically, yes,” Jay arches a brow, shifting over to his desk and checking the pack of food. “Also, Sunghoon and Jake were late for physio and anatomy this morning.”

“I woke them up though?”

“Campus bus broke down, apparently.”

“Ah, so that’s what triggered the news,” Heeseung stretches his arms and leans back, hands still gripping onto the back rest. “Local radio was just reporting about the campus bus break downs.”

“Were you late? You left pretty early, right?”

“Mhm. I got there like, half an hour before class.”

Jay gaze fades into a conspiratorial squint, fingers leaving the takeaway food.

“You went for the girl.”

“I did not.”

“Shut up, you totally did.”

“No, I didn’t. I went to read my notes.”

“Liar!” Jay bursts into boisterous giggles, hopping over to him and shaking Heeseung by his shoulders. “My man’s really going for it-”

“I’m- I’m not,” His voice wobbles with the aggressive shaking.

“And- what’s that? Is that...” Jay abruptly stops, and squats to pick Heeseung’s bag up. “What’s this? Powder?”

“Powdered sugar,” He reaches out for his bag, but Jay holds it away.

“What? Why would you have powdered sugar on your bag?” Jay squeaks, turning and squinting at the patch of white. “This sure as Hell better not be c-”

“JAY!”

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