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Not only was this your first holiday away from home, it was your first holiday in a different country with your boyfriend, Ashton. Leading up to your flight, Ashton was shaking with excitement and talking a mile a minute about all of the places he’s going to take you, the foods you’re going to try, and spending time with his family.

You were excited too but also nervous. You’ve met his mom and siblings over facetime a couple of times, but you’re still nervous if they’ll like you.

Just as you were about to fall asleep before you had to wake up for an early flight, Ashton springs out of bed and flicks the closet light on. You groan into his pillow before leaning on your elbow to watch him search through his carry-on for the hundredth time.

“Babe, what could you possibly forget that you wouldn’t be able to get in Australia?” you groan.

He zips up a pocket, shuts the light off then slips into bed with you.

“I”m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, angel,” he apologizes. His hand rubs into your back and you feel his lips on your hair.

“What are you even worried about? I’m the one meeting your family for the first time,” you grumble sleepily.

“They already love you. I’m just excited.”

“You’re so excited you won’t even need coffee tomorrow,” you tease. He pinches your side and you giggle as he kisses your neck.

“I always need coffee.”

The seventeen hour flight dragged. You slept for a few hours, tried to walk up and down the aisles to stretch your legs but you were getting antsy. You’re thankful Ashton convinced you to fly first class because you had more room for your legs to stretch but you were still feeling confined.

“Hey, you’re all right,” Ashton says resting his palm on your shaking knee. Your fingers continue to tap on the arm rest but he places his other hand over them to stop the motion. “Only a couple hours left.”

“I’m trying not to freak out,” you mutter and focus on a spot on the seat in front of you.

“I know,” he leans in front of you blocking the background from view. “We’re here together, you’re breathing just fine and the plane isn’t shrinking. Look at me.”

You look into his soft eyes and take a deep breath. His hand rubs your leg in soothing circles and you focus on the rotation until you’ve centered back to yourself. For the rest of the flight you lean your head on Ashton’s shoulder playing with his fingers and he plays with your hair.

Finally, when you land, you’re stretching your arms and legs while Ashton fetches your bags. You’re rolling your head from side to side and shaking your fingers. The weather is warm as you expected and it feels good to breathe in fresh air rather than stale plane aire.

Ashton points out certain spots that are tied to memories of his. You love looking at the scenery and listening to Ashton’s stories. His voice relaxes you and you think you feel the jet lag even though you’ve never experienced it before.

“Angel...wake up, we’re here…”

Ashton’s soft touch on your cheek and his voice in your ear pulls you awake. You hadn’t even realized you fell asleep.

“Where’s here?” you ask groggily.

“My mum’s house,” he chuckles and then you shoot straight up in your seat.

“OW!”

In your speed you end up klunking your head with Ashton’s. He’s rubbing his eye while you rub your head then he giggles.

“I’m sorry!” you exclaim stroking his forehead carefully.

“Are you trying to make a hospital visit to deter meeting my family?” he laughs.

“No, I forgot where I was for a moment,” you shake your head then take a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

The meeting went better than you thought, his mother reminding you of your own. She was very welcoming and hugged you on arrival. Each day leading up to Christmas was full of experiencing traditions Ashton has done since he was little.

“When the hell did you get these?” Ashton asks coming up behind you in the bathroom. You’re rubbing moisturizer on your face, his hands rubbing over your ass that is more accentuated because of your new leggings.

“A few weeks ago,” you shrug, “they’re the leggings I kept seeing on TikTok and I wanted a pair. Do they look okay?”

“Are they supposed to make your ass look this good?” he gives you a squeeze for good measure.

“That’s the point, yes,” you giggle at his reflection.

“And you’re planning on wearing these in front of my mum?” his eyebrows raise and his hands keep roaming over your ass.

“No, these are just for sleeping. We’re going to wear matching onesies tomorrow for Christmas morning.”

“Is that so?” he spins you around lifting you onto the bathroom counter, your legs wrap around his waist. “I want to enjoy you in these first.”

His lips attach to yours in a frenzied kiss, his large hands roaming over your backside. The two of you end up covering each other’s mouths when you finally connect, you can’t be as loud as you normally are with his family just downstairs.

New Year’s Eve has finally arrived and Ashton curated a delicious meal. When it was nearing midnight he took you for a drive along the coast then stopped where other cars were gathered along the beach.

“What’s this?” you ask taking his hand as he leads you towards the shore. He settles a blanket in the sand and sits down, patting his thigh for you to join him. Once you’re in between his legs he wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek.

“This is a tradition every New Year’s. Just wait.”

The cool breeze makes you shiver but Ashton’s body heat keeps you warm as you wait for whatever it is you’re here for.

“Ten...nine...eight…” Ashton murmurs in your ear counting down with the other patrons on the beach. For some reason your heart accelerates at the countdown. He tilts your face towards his. “Four..three...two...one.”

Ashton presses his lips to yours just as fireworks explode behind you. You can see the bright explosions of color behind your eyes but you’re more preoccupied with the fireworks between you and Ashton.

“Happy New Year, angel,” he whispers in between kisses.

“Happy New Year,” you smile rubbing the beard on his cheeks.

You sit together wrapped in each other’s arms watching the light show and the way it illuminates over the body of water. You take photos of some and a few snapshots of you and Ashton kissing below the light show.

When it’s ended and you head back to his mom’s house, the lights are out and you settle on the couch with Ashton. He comes out of the kitchen with some sparkling juice, his months of sobriety have been excellent and you’re more than happy to be on that journey with him. He turns on the tv so you can watch the rest of the world welcome the new year.

“I like how it’s already the new year for us,” you say as he settles next to you. “It’s like we time traveled and we’re here in the new year alone.”

“You’d want to be the only two people in the world?” he laughs.

“Only with you,” you smile and squeeze his knee.

When the bottle of sparkling is halfway through, Ashton bolts from the couch and leaves the room. Thinking he went to the bathroom you pay it no mind and take another sip of the juice watching the New York feed as they only have ten minutes until the ball drops.

Ashton returns but instead of sitting next to you, he kneels in front of you, his eyes wide with excitement.

“What are you--?”

“I was thinking of doing this on your birthday, or our anniversary, even on Christmas morning or earlier tonight at the fireworks,” he starts and you’re more confused.

“Doing what?”

He pulls out a small box from behind his back. Your eyes dart from the box to his face about a dozen times until it clicks and you gasp.

“I wanted the moment to be perfect but every moment with you is perfect,” he continues and opens the box. He takes your hand. “I love you endlessly. Will you marry me?”

You sit in shock at the moment, then the ring makes you stop breathing because it’s so beautiful. Your head is swimming as you realize he kept checking his bag to make sure had the ring inside and didn’t forget it at home.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry! I’m--of course I’ll marry you! I feel like I’m dreaming, yes, Ashton, yes!” you stretch over to kiss him happily and he slips the ring on your finger. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he says and starts to remove your leggings. When the ball drops on the tv so does Ashton in between your legs as you celebrate the new year all over again.

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daysswithyou · 5 years

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V. Sungjin - Bet

Characters: Sungjin x You

Genre: enemies to lovers!6

Warning: some cursing and swearing

Credits: @7abshy and @parkjaeins; for helping me figure out how annoying teachers can be

Words: 5k

Description: There is always more than meets the eye

Author’s note: This wraps up the enemies to lovers!6 series :) I hope you’ve enjoyed all 5 of them!

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I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, shit!

You repeatedly mouthed the words to yourself under your breath as you squeezed past the throng of people crowding the hallways, occasionally throwing an apology across your shoulder if you bumped into someone. Opting to not take the front entrance into the lecture hall, you ran up flights of stairs to reach the back entrance. By the time you reached the top, you were gasping for breath, your thighs were burning and you could feel the first beads of sweat roll down your back. Slipping through the crack of the heavy wooden door, you settled into the closest empty seat, trying to steady your breathing as your pants became too loud within the enclosed space.

Deep breaths Y/N, deep breaths...

You internally heaved a sigh of relief when you saw the empty podium in front, glad that your professor for this class will not have a bad impression of you.

But your relief was short-lived as the booming voice right next to you soon commanded for attention.

“Alright let’s get started, now that the last student is here.”

As he walks down the flight of stairs to reach the podium, it gives you enough time to observe the authoritative figure. His black leather jacket and ripped black jeans made him look exceptionally tough, and you swore you saw some male students flinch when he walked past them. His hair, which was the colour of warm chocolate, was too long and brushed against his eyelids.

He looks like a model that has just stepped out of a Harley Davidson advertisement.

But you mentally berated yourself for the inappropriate thought, and proceeded to haul it out of the window.

When he stepped onto the podium, he surveyed the whole room before starting again.

“Good morning. My name is Park Sungjin and I’ll be your TA for this semester and for this class.”

Ah, so this was the legendary Park Sungjin that you had heard so much about during your first semester. He was famous for being the top student of the graduating batch, with an impeccable portfolio to match. Apparently, he’s so good to the point that many companies and graduate schools have offered him a place amongst them. But, he is also notorious for being a tough TA and everyone’s advice was to just stay away from his bad side if you ever had the fortune (or misfortune) of being in his classes.

All you wanted was to pass this class peacefully so you made it your goal to not cross the line.

However, when he opens his mouth to give the next set of instructions, you knew that you were already on the wrong side of the line.

“So now, if you’re ready Ms Y/N, I’ll begin with the introduction on the topic.” Giving you one last hard glance, he turned to face the screen. Everyone else was furiously copying down notes, but not you.

He said my name, he knows who I am. I’ve been singled out.

It felt like someone had just passed you the death sentence.

A week passed by uneventfully and you tried your best to not attract attention to yourself in class. You were on time, and you were attentive in class. You never gave Sungjin trouble – or Mr Park, as you know him by now. Yet, such tactics did not work on him. You knew that you had his full attention when he stares at you from the front as he is giving lectures, even if you’re sitting in a last row. He’ll always linger a little longer behind you as write answers to the mini quizzes in class. You made the mistake of looking up at him once, and you nearly combusted under his hard gaze. What’s worse is that you can’t decide if he approves or disapproves of your work. Perhaps that was the most agonising part.

Today was no different. After handing up your papers for the quiz to the front, you attempted to slip away with the crowd but you just couldn’t slip past Park Sungjin’s attention.

“Y/N, could I have a word with you?”

You halted in your steps, his monotone voice sending chills down your spine.

Why me…

Squeezing your eyes shut and taking in a shaky breath, you turned around to face him before walking in his direction. Your steps were a little too hesitant and you were obviously clutching onto your bag too tightly because this was the first thing that Sungjin said when you finally stood in front of him.

“You can loosen your grip on your bag strap, your knuckles are turning white.”

“O-o-oh. It’s a habit, sorry.”

“What time do your lessons end today, Y/N?”

“6pm. My last lesson is Introduction to Psychology.”

“Good. Meet me at Conference Room 2 of the Social Sciences block, 6.30pm sharp.”

“Yes. Anything else…?”

“That’s all. You may go now.”

Giving Sungjin a curt bow, you scurried out of the lecture hall as fast as you could, dreading the time when you had to see him again.

6.30pm came too early for your liking, and you soon found yourself face to face with Sungjin once more. A thick stack of papers were sitting by the corner of the table beside him and you knew immediately.

“I’m here to grade papers?”

“More or less; I’ll be giving the final grade and you can help me critique.”

You simply nodded before assuming the seat in front of him.

The next time you looked up, your neck popped up with a loud crack and the clock read 12am. Sungjin kept you thoroughly occupied for the past few hours, papers being presented to you in a systematic manner. You’ve said more words to him a few hours than you’ve said to all your professors combined last semester. While disguised as ‘extra exposure’ for you, deep down you knew that this was Sungjin’s special torture method – and you finally understood what others meant by getting on his bad side.

But the torture didn’t end there.

“Y/N, don’t forget that we have an assignment due the next day. Oh, and don’t be late. See you tomorrow.”

Everything sounds really innocent but you knew what Sungjin really meant was “Don’t mess up tomorrow Y/N.”

You wanted to let out a sigh of frustration but instead you swallowed it and merely replied with a spritely “Yes” before leaving the office.

And this went on for months. Every single time Sungjin gave your class a quiz, you would find yourself in the conference room with him grading papers; sometimes at the expense of your own work. It gradually extended to grading papers from his other classes, but never once did you complain. You knew better than to argue with teachers, much less Sungjin. Every time he looks at you, your words die in your throat; how on earth were you supposed to hold an argument with him? But, of course, when you were back in the comfort of your dorm, which was when you were cursing and swearing at him. At one point in time, your roommate almost called an exorcist, thoroughly freaked out by the way you were flaying your limbs in the air as you continued screaming in frustration.

Needless to say, the late nights left with less sleep, and little energy to pay attention. You were up till 4am last night (or should you say morning), rushing out assignments due today for 2 different classes. You had burst into Sungjin’s lecture hall a good 20 minutes late but in your state, you didn’t care anymore. As usual, you settled into the closest seat you could find, one hand combing through the tangles in your hair, the other rummaging through your bag for your lesson materials. But you were so thoroughly exhausted that you fell asleep 10 minutes later, you pen stopping midway across your paper.

The next time you regain consciousness was when Sungjin’s voice calling your name rang through the speakers.

“So, Ms Y/N, what do you think of the question I just raised?”

You awoke with a start and you scattered your stationary across the floor in the process. You could hear the whole hall snickering at your blunder; save for the few kids sitting around you that helped you pick up your stray pens.

What was the question even? That was the most urgent question for you to answer. You shot a hard look at Sungjin, one that said, “How dare you call me when I’m in this state because of YOU.”

You were sure that he understood your gaze, but he merely raised an eyebrow, as he always did. It was the one that you recognised as “Go on, I’m waiting for your answer.” You knew that there was no way out of this except to answer his question. Panicking, you stared at the last word you wrote in your notebook before rattling off.

“The most famous poem from the Old English period, widely recognised by most is Beowulf. And for – ”

“Oh Ms Y/N, I didn’t know that Scandinavians spoke Old English in the late 10th century. Clearly, someone needs to keep her eyes and ears open. Also, I asked for your opinion, not of those from the 10th century.”

From beneath his long locks, Sungjin gave you a mischievous glint and smirked at you as the entire hall erupted into raucous laughter. Everyone was laughing, except you. Everyone found this funny, except you. Everyone was in a good mood, but you were livid.

How.fucking.dare.you.Park.fucking.Sungjin. I’m suffering in class now because of all your stupid “extra exposure” work after school. Yet you purposely picked on me to answer your question, knowing full well that I can’t. Why do you like picking on me so much? Why do you like embarrassing me in class so much? WHY PARK SUNGJIN!!!

You might have felt better if you actually said it out loud, but you didn’t. You just kept repeating this thought to yourself like a mantra until the end of the lesson.

It’s ok Y/N, just another 30mins of sitting in this hall and looking at his face. Afterwards you can leave and get yourself some ice cream to make yourself feel better. Yes, that’s right… everything is going to be ok Y/N...

But that day, things were not ok and you left the hall in a foul mood. For the final project of the year, you were paired up with Song Jihyo, the girl in class that was notorious for not doing her work.

Its official, Park Sungjin hates me and wants me to burn in Hell. That day, your whole body ached at the thought of more late nights and instead of eating your ice cream, you remembered hurling it at an innocent, nearby tree.

Everything that you thought would happen did happen. It’s as the saying goes, “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.” And in this case, you were helpless against its happening. The only time that you talked to Jihyo was deciding on the thesis and after that, she was virtually uncontactable. You eventually gave up trying to arrange a time to meet to do up the thesis; you merely assigned her parts – which, to be fair, she did do. But they were of such poor quality you ended up deleting most of it and redoing it yourself. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing seemed fresh and you decided to bite the bullet and ask for help.

Lucky for you, Mr Kim was in class today and you immediately ran to him for help.

“Good morning Mr Kim. I have some questions about the final project thesis, is it alright if I ask a few questions?”

“Ah Y/N aren’t you? I’ve heard so much about you from Sungjin! I’ll be glad to help, let me take a look.”

Eagerly, you showed him what you had done so far and when he smiled, you felt a small smile creep onto your face, silently happy that you had gained his approval. But soon, the smile was wiped off your face.

“First of all, an excellent thesis choice, I must say. I remember Sungjin doing something similar for my class 3 years ago, why don’t you ask him for help? He is in a better position to help than I am.”

“Yes sir, I’ll ask Sung- I mean, Mr Park. Yes, I’ll ask Mr Park for advice. Thank you.”

With a light pat on your shoulder, he left you alone and when you turned, you found Park Sungjin standing right in front of you.

“I heard you need help?”

“Yes...” You hated it; you hated having to admit that you needed help from Park Sungjin.

“Hand it over.”

Reluctantly, you passed him your phone and turned to the side, not wanting to see his face further.

When he finally passed back the phone to you, you didn’t feel any more enlightened.

“You can do better than this.”

“What do you mean? That isn’t helpful!”

“That’s all I have to say. You know what to do, so do it.”

“I don’t! I don’t know what to do, which is why I’m asking for help!”

“Then sit down and figure it out.”

So that’s how it’s going to be – you won’t give me a consultation when I need it the most. Fine.

But that was not what you said. You said this instead, “Ok, I’ll figure it out.”

From then onwards, without help from anyone, you trudged through the group thesis yourself. This was on top of the individual thesis that each of you had to prepare for. You were literally typing so much (or rather, punching) your keyboard so hard that one of the keys fell out and you had to send your laptop for repairs. Not only was school draining your sanity, it was also draining your money. Due to the delay in repairing your laptop, you were left with a week to finish half of your thesis.

The outcome: later nights and heavier eye bags. By now, you were too tired to curse and swear at Sungjin for the terrible grouping since it was already taking insane willpower from you to even show up in class. You merely bottled up your indignation, and kept working to avoid thinking about it. After placing the stack of papers in Sungjin’s letter tray, you went back to your dorm and crashed for 12 hours straight.

This signalled the start of your 1 week break, and one week of not seeing Park Sungjin.

Thank goodness.

The next time you saw Park Sungjin, you were glad that it was the last time that you would have to see him. After all the torture he had put you through for the past semester, you were glad that you’ll be done with him now.

Yet, as always, Park Sungjin manages to make your life a living hell till the end.

Group Thesis: C

Individual Thesis: E

Overall: D

Comments for Individual Thesis: Clear presentation of key ideas and mostly factually correct. Choice of thesis could be better.

Signed: Park Sungjin

Choice of thesis could be better. Park Sungjin failed me, just because he didn’t like my topic.

You were brought out from your shock by a large shove from behind. Whipping around, you found a smiley Jihyo in front of you and her next words made you want to punch her in her perfect little teeth.

“Thank you for helping me pass the class Y/N! How much did you get?”

Without your consent, she ripped your papers from your hands before handing them back to you with a frown.

“That’s odd; we had the same choice of individual thesis, why did you do worse?” But Jihyo had no time to contemplate on the answer to her question when she was dragged away by her friends to celebrate their good grades.

I can tolerate everything that Park Sungjin has put me through, but not this.

Running up to Sungjin, you stopped him from leaving before asking to see him.

“Do you have time now?”

“Yes. What is this about?”

“This is about my thesis, can we talk somewhere else?”

“Conference Room 2 of the Social Sciences building in 10 minutes, I need to talk to Mr Kim first.”

“Ok.”

You were going to clear this once and for all.

“So, what is it about your thesis, Y/N?”

“You failed me just because you didn’t like my topic, didn’t you?”

You’ve rehearsed this part many times in your head and this wasn’t how it was supposed to sound like. It was supposed to sound polite and less accusatory, but fuck that. You wanted answers, and if you had to demand it from him, you will.

“Yes, I did. What’s the issue with it?”

“It’s not fair.”

“Nothing is fair in this world Y/N; I thought you’d know that by now.”

“Yes, I do know that. But what you’re doing is not only unfair, but also downright discriminatory.”

“How so?”

“Jihyo told me that we both had the same choice of thesis, and I got and E and she got a B. My grades are clearly a personal attack against my character. You never liked me from the start, I get it. But it’s wrong to simply disregard my entire thesis because you didn’t like the topic! What is wrong with this topic? It’s within the list of topics that you’ve given us, I met the word count, I met deadlines. I did everything!”

“And I’m supposed to give you a A for that?”

"I’m not saying you have to give me an A for it. I'm just trying to prove the fact that – " "A fact is already a fact, you don't have to prove it." "God damn it Sungjin! Would you just lay off me for a second? Would it kill for you to not correct my grammar for once? Would it kill you to not pick on me for one second?" "It's Mr Park, for you. It still is. And no, I won't lay off your grammar – you are an English language major that has taken my class, there is no way that I'm allowing you to continue to speak with bad grammar." "I hate you." "That can technically count as swearing at a teacher. Are you testing my patience?" "No. I'm just saying that it's not fair for you to give me a bad grade just because you did not like my choice of thesis. That's just being biased." "I'm not changing your grade." "I can't fail this module Sungjin! I need to pass this module to go for the Advanced English module. Yes, it's not a perfect thesis but I don't deserve to fail for this!" "Welcome to the real world Y/N." "I hate you Sungjin. I really fucking do." You pick up your bag and slam the door on your way out. That night, for the first time, you cried. And you hated the fact that you were crying over stupid Park Sungjin.

The next day, you awoke with puffy eyes but nonetheless, you showed up for lessons. You nearly bumped into Sungjin on your way to Psychology but you immediately detoured. You couldn’t get close to him – you might just punch him and be charged for assaulting a teacher.

That evening, you had just ended lessons when your phone buzzed and Sungjin’s name lit up on your screen.

Mr Park: You have another chance to redo your thesis and not fail the class. Deadline is January 20th, 2 weeks from now. Papers in my tray at 6pm sharp; don’t be late for the submission.

You swiped his notification away quickly, but you remembered the words and that night, you began sourcing for more ideas for your individual thesis.

For the next 3 days, Sungjin just wouldn’t leave you alone. Your phone buzzed with his name every now and then, and he was so distracting that you nearly wanted to block his number.

Mr Park: Are you going to resubmit your thesis?

Mr Park: Have you chosen a thesis yet?

Mr Park: What is your choice of thesis? How many words in?

Mr Park: Do you need help? Just drop me a message; I can help you check your thesis.

Help me with my thesis? Is he playing saint now? As if I’m going to accept help from him.

As you turned your attention back to your screen, you found that a shadow has fallen in front of your laptop. You found yourself staring at a pair of familiar, battered, black Converse and looking up only confirmed your suspicions. The man was here in person – Park Sungjin.

“Why aren’t you replying my messages?”

Why must I hold myself accountable to you? Buzz off.

You continued typing, completely ignoring Sungjin. You heard him sigh before inviting himself to sit in front of you.

“Y/N, what is your thesis? Hey, answer me. I came all the way down here to find you.”

“You came here voluntarily, I didn’t ask for your help. You can leave.”

“You’re still angry at me?”

Of course I am, you asshole. You’re just asking the obvious.

With each thought, you punched the keys on your keyboard harder.

“Stop typing so hard, you’ll spoil your keyboard. Working in spite is not going to produce quality work Y/N.”

Without your consent, he lifted your laptop into the air and onto his lap and scrolled through your entire document for 15 minutes. Passing it back to you with a smile, you stared at him in shock for 5 minutes.

Park Sungjin never smiles; did he just smile at me?

“You did it.”

“What did I do?”

“You figured it out. This was the choice of thesis I wanted you to choose in the very first place. Furthermore, you’ve chosen the correct area to focus on.”

“Thank you… I thought…”

“What did you think about?”

“I thought I might not be on the right track. But your words makes me feel a little more reassured now.”

“Well, I’ll leave you alone now.”

Park Sungjin then took his leave, but he was lying when he said he’ll leave you alone. He never did. Till the submission deadline, he visited you every alternate day.

As expected, you got an A for your individual thesis.

When you got an email from Mr Kim saying that he wanted to meet you, you thought you were doomed; most likely a disciplinary case on your head after what you said to Sungjin. But turns out, it was an interview for the Advanced English course, and they passed you immediately. When you walked out of the room still stunned that that you had entered the course of your choice, you found Sungjin waiting outside for you, almost like he knew you were going to be there.

“They passed you didn’t they?”

“Huh?”

Hearing his voice reminded you of what Mr.Kim said to you just now:

“We’ve received high commendations of you, Ms Y/N. All the professors pushed for your recommendation into the course, and Sungjin, especially. He was the first one to mention offering you a place in the course. He spoke of your remarkable working attitude.”

“May I ask something?”

“Yes, anything at all.”

“What exactly did Mr Park say about me?”

“He mentioned that you work well even under immense stress and long hours, catching up really fast even if you fell behind. But, most importantly, he spoke of your willingness to try again after failure. That is the most important quality that we are looking out for: tenacity. We have no doubt that you’ll be a suitable candidate to enter this demanding course. We would love to offer you a place, should you choose to accept.”

“I would love to, thank you. Thank you to the faculty and professors for having me.”

Sungjin hates me, why would be recommend me for the course?

“Follow me.”

Taking him by the wrist, you dragged Sungjin all the way to the bridge in the school park before letting him go.

“What’s with the rush, Y/N?”

Hands on your hips, you turned to face Sungjin with wide eyes, your lips set firmly in a thin line.

“I don’t understand you Sungjin. First, you torture me in lessons by making me so many extra work and now you’re putting in good words for me and recommending me for my dream course? Did you suddenly decide that you like me more now overnight?”

“Ah, so they told you everything I said. Mr Kim promised to not tell, I should have known he wouldn’t keep to it.”

“You’re still not answering my questions.”

“I’m getting there. First of all, that extra work was not torture, they were a test. I loaded you with many things to see how much you can handle before you snapped but thankfully and luckily for me, you never did.”

“I did silently curse and swear at you.”

“That is a given. But you didn’t say it out loud, so it doesn’t count. You’ve proven to – ”

“To be able to work well under immense pressure and long hours.”

“Yes. That is an important quality for taking any Advanced courses. I took the same course with the same professors that you’ll be having so I know how intense it was. I had to put you under pressure to see if my bet was correct.”

“I was your bet?”

“Yes, I was betting on you all along. You have great potential.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh? I thought someone hated me before.”

“Like you said, that was before. I don’t anymore. What you put me through was tough, but they did teach me more about myself and my limits. So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now that I’ve managed to help you get a place in your course, I think it’s time to return the favour?”

“What’s your proposal?”

“Come to my graduation ceremony next spring. It’s in April.”

“Ok. That’s all?”

“That’s all for now.”

But when a soft smile lights up Sungjin’s face, you knew there was more in store for the both of you in time to come.

April 20th

You had come early to get front row seats and as you watch Sungjin give a speech representing the graduating batch, your heart swells with pride. You’ve seen him work very hard for the past one semester and to see him being handed his graduation certificate made you feel like all his efforts paid off.

You were the last to greet Sungjin because there was simply too many people crowding around him. You watch from afar and you giggle when you see Sungjin frantically asking Kang Younghyun if he’s seen you around. He does this thing where his eyes grow big like saucers, so big that you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. You could also hear the fear in his voice – he speaks a little faster and slips into the Busan dialect. So when you greet him by gently tapping him on the shoulder, he whips around so fast the wind nearly knocked you over. But when you see his facial expression melt from one of worry into one of happiness, you nearly melt into a puddle there and then. You’d given anything to see those sparkly eyes and sweet smile.

“Ah finally you’re here Y/N! I saw you in the front row just now but then afterwards I didn’t so I was worried that you left but I haven’t got a photo with you yet. I was so sad because I haven’t asked you my question yet – ”

“Calm down Sungjin! I’m here now right? Also, happy graduation! I got this for you.”

Proudly, you hold up the bear plushie you had custom made for him, decked out in the exact same graduation gown that he had on right now.

“It looks like you, right? I named him Bang!”

“Why Bang?”

“Because you always say goodbye in a very cute manner and Bang seems like a cute name to capture that cuteness. Also, I gave him eyelashes! When you observe the details, he really looks like you right?”

When Sungjin finally notices the eyelashes, he bursts out laughing and you swore your heart nearly stopped. When he finally stopped laughing and took over the bear from you, he finally remembered the question he wanted to ask you.

“Y/N- ah…”

“Yes?”

“If I ask you out…will you say yes?”

Just to tease him a little, you decided to look up at the sky, and contemplate your answer for a little while.

“I don’t know…maybe?”

“You can’t do this to me! I waited so long to ask you this question!”

“Why did you wait so long then?”

“I had to wait till I graduated. It wouldn’t be right for a teacher to ask his student out right?”

“That’s true…but I still don’t know if I’d go out with you. How about we make a bet?”

“With what?”

“With a coin. You flip a coin and I’ll decide. Which side are you confident of getting?”

“Heads, I always flip a head.”

“Ok, go ahead then. Heads for I’ll go out with Park Sungjin and tails for…”

With utmost concentration, Sungjin flips the coin and slams his palm over it when it lands. Opening his palm, his face immediately becomes crestfallen: staring back at him was a tail.

But you haven’t finished your sentence yet.

“Tails for…I’ll still go out with you anyways!” you said, as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Really? You would?”

“Ask any more questions and I’ll reconsider.”

“Ok, ok I won’t ask any more questions! What do you want to eat?”

“Fried chicken!”

“Oh, I was betting that you’ll say fried chicken!”

“Betting on fried chicken is great Park Sungjin, but I'm betting on something else now.”

Sungjin turns to look at you and he says, "So, what are you betting on now?"

"I'm betting that you'll give me a kiss."

"Really? How are you so sure?"

"I know you Park Sungjin, I know you'll do it. So, am I getting a kiss or not?"

Without another word, Sungjin closes the space between the both of you, so close that if either moved, your lips would touch. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact, but instead you felt something soft press into your forehead and you immediately smiled.

"Not where I was expecting, but ok Sungjin."

"I'm saving the best for the last."

"I'm holding you accountable for that statement."

"You can bet your life on it that I'll fulfill it."

Not only was he your best bet, he was your favourite bet too.

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{Special College!AU} Ten

{tw: drinking mention}

major: modern dance

minor: spanish

sports: focuses solely on dance performance and auditions

clubs: is part of the uni radio show that reviews new music and is on at like 2 am but ten loves it so much and he basically makes johnny promise to stay up and listen so he can tell ten if he did well but johnny falls asleep and ten is like what are you even good for. thankfully taeyong loves to support his friends so he stayed up and he thinks ten did really well :-)

there is nothing more in the world ten loves than the stage

dancing on it, singing on it, just performing on it,,,,,,it’s everything to him

people like to assume it’s because there’s an audience, that ten likes to flaunt and show off

but in reality,,,,it’s just the surge of sharing what he loves and works so hard for with the world that makes him so excited

and yes,,,it’s easy to fall for ten’s charming socialite personality, but when it comes to dance - it’s more than that. when he’s dancing, he’s really - truly the person he wants to be

which is why modern dance feels so right to him,,, it’s so complex and vibrant and striking - much like what he is like as a person

and although he’s had fun growing up and doing everything from ballroom, to latin, to ballet ,,,,,,,, something about learning a style that let’s you explore and be as free as modern dance clicks for him

so whenever jaehyun comes to watch a performance and sheepishly admits that some of it,,,he just doesn’t get,,,,ten always perks up and is like “that’s fine!!!! it’s just supposed to make you FEEL”

johnny: cool, i FEEL hungry let’s go get foo-

taeyeong: jonathon don’t say that, ten honey i thought everything was very beautiful

doyoung: how do you bend your arm like that. is your arm broken?

sometimes, just to be cheeky, ten tries to teach his friends some of the moves that he 100% knows they can’t pull off

but sicheng always freaking gets it on the first try and ten is like dude why aren’t you a dance major and sicheng just shrugs, in that totally dazed out way about him

and ten is just like clasping his fist like,,,sicheng you could be world famous i dONT GEt IT

sicheng: idk, im gonna go take a nap now

ten took spanish as his minor because he really likes learning languages, and much to everyone’s shock, he’s actually decent

it has nothing to do with the fact that for a class there was an exchange teacher from spain who danced in ways ten didn’t even think were imaginable???

and well,,,,let’s just say someone had a tiny crush

(and totally learned the phrase ‘i respect you’ in spanish just to be able to say it through half tears when that teacher had to leave)

but no really, a lot of dance comes from spanish-speaking cultures and ten is honestly so excited about it,,,

even though it isn’t his main discipline when he watches people do flamenco or paso doble he literally thinks it’s the coolest and he’s probably got a bookmark folder on his laptop for every kind of dance and his fav youtube videos of it

as much of social butterfly as it is,,,,ten is nerdy when it comes to his passion

like if there are biography's of dancers, instructional manuals on posture, and films on genres of dance - best believe ten has seen/read it all

people brush dance off as an easy major, but it’s an art

and all types of art have history,,,, that ten just really rEALLY loves to indulge in

totally splurges on cute practice clothing

neon headbands anyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’d look cute ok

actually there’s a ballet technique class all modern dance majors have to take and ten had remembered looking at the prices of really good ballet shoes and just being like,,,,,,oh god

tried to get a job at a bakery outside of campus,,,,which went well and people actually started showing up more just to like,,,

see ten???????

because he’s so sweet and talkative,,,,, the manager was loving it

but it was cutting into his practice time so ten had to leave,,,,,but believe me everyone who worked there totally got his # and followed his instagram like im telling you right now ten is everyone’s best friend

hangs out with seungcheol, the kinesiology major who he met while stretching at the gym

knows hyungwon, the linguistics major who gave him tips on studying another language

regularly invited to mark and jackson’s parties

modeled for art history major hongbin in his painting class

him and jin sometimes host the campus radio show together

he’s just,,,,, he’s just always someones friends and there for people and the center of attention - even when he isn’t even trying

he just shines bright because he’s always trying to be positive

even if he’s just busted his butt practicing for five hours, is wearing the SWEATIEST pair of leggings, and is running on iced coffee only

oh, big thing about him: as a broke college student he thinks he can survive on super high levels of sugar

eats essentially the following: chocolate, ice-cream, sugary coffee, soda

taeyong is so worried he’s going to die

you and ten are acquaintances, how you ask?

you and ten frequent college parties,,,,well like,,,,who doesn’t??? but here’s the thing about college parties: the drinks are all beer

and ten doesn’t like beer,,,,,,,,

so when people expect him to be tipsy, singing along to shinee’s ringdingdong, they only get one of the two. it’s the singing

now, don’t get me wrong - if there’s wine? champagne? fruity cocktails?????? ten is all done for it

and ends up with his shirt on backwards and a fake tattoo of a dragon on his cheek

but that’s only out in the city, the occasional meetup with friends for dinner

college parties,,,,,,,that’s johnny’s turf,,,,,,he’s the Beer boy

which makes ten - part of the sober patrol

you,,,,are also in the same boat. your friends are all fans of beer pong, keg stands, etc. and you just don’t have the taste for beer

that or maybe you just know you’re the last to get too wild and someone has to make sure everyone gets home safe

so you and ten have gotten used to doing the rounds. johnny teasingly refers to ten as the designated driver even tho ten’s never driving - he’s just dragging johnny out by the collar

your friends tease you just the same, affectionately calling you the parental figure when they’ve got their heads in the clouds

and on one or more occasions you and ten have found yourself out on the lawn near the dorms or standing above your giggling friends on the sidewalk curb

handing out water bottles (or pouring them ontop) to your friends, telling them that tomorrow there’s class - there’s work they gotta get their butts up and in bed

the most common place scene is ten with johnny, doyoung, and surprisingly taeil all slumped over one and other. ten shaking his head and going “who has a test tomorrow? all three of you? jesus-”

you find yourself right beside him, your own group of friends groaning and asking you to get them something for the headaches

ten and you share the same sigh, the same crossing your arms and going “why did you drink on a tuesday night” speeches

until it’s happened so many times that you see each other at the same party

and ten jokingly grins and goes “what’s up sober patrol”

and you’re like “not much, designated driver”

more than anything, it’s just silly banter between each other

you’re honestly surprised by the fact that ten manages to still be so energetic and magnetizing without participating in drinking

like he’ll still get up on tables and dance, he’ll still tell great jokes and be every bit as comfortable

even when people hand him cups, he passes them along and doesn’t let anything bother him from just having a good time

and still being able to take care of his friends when it’s over

one night, as your group of friends manages to not get TOO wild and you’re leaving with none of them leaning on you for support

you spot ten, crouched down in front of a well known senior

as you look closer you realize he’s the one everyone knows ,,,,, he’s the schools top dancer - accepted into a major company with a whole track list of performances

he’s slumped against the wall, rubbing his temples and ten seems to be trying to offer him water

which the older boy sluggishly takes from his hand and you walk over, asking if ten needs help

at first he just smiles and tells you it’s nothing,,,but the guy up close is obviously bigger - with broad shoulders and long legs

if ten tries to hoist him up,,,you know he’ll never be bale to do it by himself

so you go “i can help, really”

with a LOT of struggle you get the dude up, he leans most of his body weight on ten which doesn’t seem to bother ten as much as you guessed

although dancers are lean, you know they’re also toned

but you swat the image of ten’s muscular upper arms and legs from your mind and try to bare you brunt of the guys weight

by the grace of who knows what you get to the dorms, the guy’s bunk is on the top so you and ten watch in horror as he tries to barell his way up the stairs

at some point he tilts back and you and ten think he’s going to fall over

once he’s safely in bed, feet hanging off, ten throws a blanket up ontop

where it lands -- it doesn’t matter

ten just tells you that you’d two better get out of there before the floor RA does rounds

you both find yourselves, sweaty and tired, out on the campus grounds at 4 in the damn morning

and you think,,,,really being the sober friends isn’t worth it either - you have class at

and just when you’re sure ten’s going to tell you he’s gotta split he motions to the main dance building and goes

“i know a good place for some snacks and since it’s basically morning, wanna get an early breakfast?”

you’re shocked one; at the proposition to share breakfast with him but also two; tht he doesn’t want to go get a quick nap instead

either way it’s free food - but what’s more important is it’s ten,,,,,

and ever since you both started this whole weird in between of strangers-with-tipsy-friends thing going on,,,you’ve wanted to more about him

like seriously all you had so far was cute, dances,,,,,,,caring,,,,Cute

so with a small nod, you follow ten curiously into the building

the doors aren’t locked - ten explains that late night practice groups usually always forget to lock the door

you two end up in the kitchen of the teacher’s lounge and out of the mini-fridge ten pulls out two yogurts. handing one to you he opens a couple drawers and throws you an energy bar

“isn’t this,,,looting?”

ten shakes his head with a laugh “it’s not the teachers food, it’s snacks for students. people raid this place all the time.”

you feel a small tinge of guilt, but hey he’s the dance major here

so you unwrap the energy bar to take a bite

“i know the coffee machine works, but there’s only hazelnut flavor?”

you shrug and go that’s fine

ten grins and disappears toward the back of the kitchen

you look around, the desks are covered in pamphlets for different performances, there’s a stack of books on the history of different dance styles

someone’s got photos of alumni in elaborate, beautiful costumes tapped to their wall

and there are countless racks of CD’s, tangled wires from stereos, and what you assume are recordings of past choreography’s

it doesn’t look anything like any other departments office, but at the same time you see just how much the people who work there must love dance

when ten motions for you to come with him you can’t help but wonder,,,,where does that passion for this come from

getting the door open with his foot, ten uses his elbow to flick the lights of one of the studios on

the entire room is pretty empty - the mirrors go from the floor to the ceiling

and there’s only a computer in the corner on a standing desk which you assume is for music

setting your drinks and coffee down on the floor he jokes that you can’t spill anything - this floor is too hard to clean

you settle in with your legs crossed, ten sorta lays on his side with his arm propped under his head

and for a while it’s silent till ten goes “we deserve a day off from the sober patrol, we should get some good wine together or something.”

you laugh, but agree “beer is gross” you state and crinkle your nose

ten nods, taking a spoonful of yogurt and going “it tastes dry - it gets stuck in my throat. i could drink anything else, but not that.”

“i think college kids like it because it’s cheap.”

ten wags a finger and goes “i know a place where there’s bottles of wine for $12. kids just don’t have class these days”

you giggle and go “do you?”

ten raises an eyebrow, “oh you don’t even know”

it’s so natural around him, you guys spend the next two hours talking about the worse parties on campus, the horrible scheduling this semester, and ten impersonates the chem teacher you both had for core

even though you’re hanging out with him for real for the first time - it feels like you’ve known each other for years

“you should give me your number, just in case we need each other for more sober patrol missions”

ten suggests, sitting up and handing you his phone

“it’s at 8%, how hot”

“just enough time to get those digits”

he winks and you laugh, rolling your eyes

but just like that you and ten are in each other’s contacts. under the very creative name ‘sober patrol buddies’ with the ambulance emoji next to it

it’s all goofy and silly but ten suddenly goes “ive seen people abandone their friends at parties, not a lot of people are loyal like us.”

you nod slowly, but it’s true - college can really bring out the worst in people. the amount of times you’ve helped out random students is pretty high

ten catches your gaze and adds “loyalty is important to me, trust is something i don’t want to lose in people you know?”

it’s the most serious thing to come out of him since you met hi

but you somehow understand why that would mean so much for him. in dance, a lot of the time you have to trust the partners you’re with. the people who train with you and help you become better

you don’t say anything, but you go that ou just want to be the kind of friend whose there for people

and you hope those people will be there for you

ten leans over, patting the top of your head and going ‘ill be there, just call your sober patrol buddy”

in that moment, you assume he’s just being silly

that he means it, but in a friendly way

you don’t know that for ten, it’s something a bit more

not until weeks have gone by since you guys hungout like that - a party or two happens and you and ten see each other again

but you don’t hang out - not until you get a random text in the evening that’s from ten and it’s the wine emoji and question mark

and you’re like “are you inviting me or are you asking me if i can hook you up?”

ten just says he’s all set, you can come over if you want

you’re surprised when you see his dorm

it’s a little cluttered, but somehow feels really genuine to ten

with fairy lights, pictures of his family on his wall, and rows of dancing shoes and duffle bags full of training wear pilled near his desk

ten pulls something out of the corner of his bed

“is that the cheap wine you told me about?”

you joke and ten goes “cheap, but not that cheap.”

you sit down at his desk and ten opens the bottle

“i thought we should have a day where the sober patrol gets to have fun”

“inside you dorm,,,,,,,,?”

ten shrugs “it’s safer than t some frat house. we can get tipsy and critique twilight if you want, or oh - my fave - truth or date ft wine”

you laugh, but agree. there’s a nervous knot in your stomach because tbh this seems kinda like a stay-in date??

but you don’t know,,,,there’s no way ten feels that way about you ,,,, right??

you watch him pour some wine into a mug with your college’s logo on it. he passes you an identical mug and pours you some

the wine is red, which you like and makes you feel warm

“ok , truth or dare?”

you spin in his desk chair and go “,,,,,,dare?”

“i dare you to prank call my friend jaehyun”

“but he’s so sweet, he doesn’t deserve it”

ten taps his chin “you’re right lets go for the real demon,,,,,,joh-taeil.”

the game goes on for a bit, you almost finish the entire bottle when you go “truth” with a small hiccup

and ten goes “have you ever thought of me romantically?”

you drop your eyes to the floor, the embarrassment burning bright on your cheeks

“hmmm?”

ten hums, sitting upright on his bed

“,,,,,,,,,yes”

truth or dare has never been 100% of a real game to you - the amount of times you’ve lied playing it is countless but something pries you this time to just do it. say the truth

ten suddenly puts a hand on your knee and pulls you a bit so the desk chair slides you closer

“im gonna ask another one, truth or dare”

you presses your hand to your lips, “truth,,”

“is that the wine talking. or do you really like me.”

“i really like you”

ten doesn’t try to hold back the grin on his face, he doesn’t even try to hold back the “oh good, i was worried for a sec”

you both sit there,,,,you shell-shocked that you said that - well, admitted that

and ten basking in the happiness of knowing you like him, he goes “you can ask me”

“truth,,,,o,,or dare”

the words come out a little nervous and ten goes “truth.”

you know he expects you to ask him back, ‘do you like me too’, but you shift a little and go

“do you want to kiss me?”

“yes”

and just like that, ten let’s you lean in and his lips are soft - the mutual taste of wine lingers on them

he gently falls back, tugging you on top of him and you feel the knot in your stomach turn into a butterfly

but as ten’s hand cups your face, you stat thinking,,,,,,what if this is just the wine talking for him - do you really wanna do this right now - when neither of you are sober

you suddenly pull back, ten confusing lifts himself on his elbows and you go

“i,,,,,i want to do this,,,,but not like this,,,,”

you say the words in an almost hushed whisper, the thoughts that flash through your head have to do with everything you’ve ever seen or read about college

where if you pull out in the middle of a hookup- the other person will be hurt, angry, distraught

and you know you completely have the right to say no if you’re not feeling it 100%,,,,,but you also don’t want ten to stop liking you-

but ten makes all that wash away

he nods, that signature smile on his lips

“i understand, wanna just cuddle and watch a movie? im telling you - twilight is better with wine”

you giggle and moves so you’re laying beside him, arms pressed against each other and you go

“i think,,,,,,,horror movie would be better?”

ten scrunches up his face and goes “sure, but im going to be hiding and holding onto you for dear life, that cool?”

you nod, and ten gets up to find his laptop

for the rest of the time, you guys stay huddled under the blanket,,,,and everything is warm and fuzzy and ten doesn’t ever take things too far

just small kisses here and there and ten going

“the sober patrol is now the sober,,,,,couple??”

you must already know who the first person is that knows you’re dating,,,,,,,,,

well actuaally johnny is the /second/

because the first is the senior you and ten dragged home, he’d actually spotted you and ten on campus after ten had walked you to class and he’d went up to both of you to thank you

but to also beg you not to tell anyone about his state that night,,,,he was even like “ill put in a word for you a t my company” to ten but you and ten were like it’s fine LOL

he’d left with a “you guys are cute together” and you had turned cherry red as ten just shone like our first compliment babe we are gonna be the POWER couple soon you just wait and see

but yeah, after that it was johnny and oh,,,,,it was special

johnny, upon hearing ten introduce you as his s/o had just got the most happy look on his face - to the point where it was a lil goofy

and pulled you two into his arms like you guys,,,,you guys,,,,,you’re my favorites ok,,,

johnny gets dramatic ok

and ten, gets just as dramatic he was like johnny i honestly feel like they make me the best version of me and we’ve been on like one date

johnny: marriage-

ten: don’t say that. but also very very low key do say that jokes jokes

the rest of ten’s friends, and by friends i mean nct, are all really happy for him. they’re also happy that someone will be there to help ten deal with their tipsy butts and you’re like oh,,,i wish my friends get in over their heads too

which leads to nct being like we should all party together then

you and ten: oh god. our worst nightmare

ten: this is mark, he’s great because he doesn’t like drinking at all

the rest of ten’s friends, the entire damn campus, is also super happy for him

a lot of people start introducing themselves to you and asking you to hangout and stuff be cause anyone that dates ten has to be an awesome person

which you’re flattered but you’re like my boyfriends a celberity,,,

he’s even friends with amber?? JACKSON WANG???

ten is the kind of boyfriend who everyone assumes is going to take you clubbing, make you do things you’ve never imagined, and basically just be wild

which,,,yeah is something you guys do

because ten knows the nightlife of the town like the back of his hand , but you know he’s a hardworking dace major

sometimes he’s just tired and wants to be lazyi n the dorm with you

and both lively ten, and cuddly ten is perfect for you

but as you find out, after an evening of drinks with friends, ten can get LOUD

and i mean loud like singing along to karaoke at high volume, asking the DJ to play sons when the DJ is literally across the room, downing shots like his liver just doesn’t exist

dunks his whole body in the pool with his clothes on and pulls you in right after him

but it’s fun, being with him is exhilirating, but can also just be so romantic and safe

because even tipsy ten is still aware of boundaries and puts communication first

honestly ,,,,,there’s a point where you two are just eskimo kissing each other in the club and johnny is like “true love,,,,,”

but im not even gonna lie does ten grind on you and pop some hot dance moves out - yeah, he does and you love it

how can you not it’s ten like???

those nights, neither of you is on sober patrol because you both end up gripping onto each other for dear life and taeyong is the one to call the uber LOL

dance majors are super studious in their studies, as you learn with ten and his spanish minor

like he never misses a chance to practice and he’ll turn to you and go from “Eres la persona más bella que he visto,,,,” to “Dios mío, ¿que pasaría si le pinto el cabello naranja a Taeyong mientras duerme?”

if you understand spanish: you’re like thank you,,,but don’t do that to taeyong

if you don’t understand you’re just like ??? babe??? translate?? babe all i got was bella and taeyong what’s happening

i feel like ten is a big petname person , but also like personalized nicknames that are inside jokes

oh- he takes a lot of pics on his phone

most of them are selfies and the amount of time you’ve had to stop in the street, sip your coffee and reply to texts while he gets the perfect angle is hilarious

but also like it’s adorable, he takes pics of you - and they’re god. like totally candid quality

but also he’s like ‘look at my new dance tights - i could do a split’ and you try not to laugh in lecture because of the pics he sends

squishes your face

likes when you squish his face

practice for him can be super long and sometimes you’ll surprise him after with dinner and you’ll sit infront of the mirror and eat while other dance majors come in and out and try to steal the snacks you got ten

and he’s like swatting at them like mine,,,they’re mine,,,the snacks and my s/o

piggy backed you to class once because you were running late and didn’t even get a chance to brush your hair

like literally just got you on his back and he was off!

when you got to class he let you down and put his cap on your head and he was like “your look is complete, and none but me gets to see your cute bedhead”

you and him totally do the couple challenges that go viral on the internet because ten is just totally that boyfriend

you’ve done each others makeup blindfolded, you’ve tried to guess each others favorite things, played pranks on one and other, and just in general been cute as hell

everyone on campus wants u two to vlog

like so bad

ten runs that radioshow and when he really really likes a song he dedicates it to you before they play it

johnny: i know your s/o is texting you because you always get that dumb goffy look on your face

ten:you always have a dumb look on your face, it’s your face

johnny: im calling the police

ten stresses out a lot about auditions and you always have to stock up on his favorite ice-cream and come over and just tell him he’s gonna do fine

one of those nights, as you’re laying beside him and ten is telling you that he’s just,,,worked so hard what if it goes to waste

you go “you’re ten, nothing can stop you.”

he’d looked over at you, eyes softening and his lips pressing against yours

and it had felt so right in the moment ,, having his arms around you and you’d remembered what ten had said to you

about mutual trust,,,and just knowing people will be there for you

and you had let your hand rest on his neck, his lips against your collar and you just felt like you had to tell him

“ten, i trust you. forever.”

something had sparked in him, having your trust gave him the confidence

and it had been perfect, with marks left on both of you and giggling shyness afterwords as you ducked under the covers and ten had to tickle you to show yourself again

also just a comment, dancer’s body. that’s all i gotta say

you and ten have less time to always be on sober patrol because now you’ve got date nights instead of parties - but don’t get me wrong you guys still go out with friends

and you and ten still nag at your friends for forgetting that they have exams tomorrow or competitions and everyone is like it’s hard to be maD at you TWO when you’re SO CUTE together And im drunk

you attend one of ten’s performances and seeing him dance, you get it. you get that he belongs there and why he tries so damn hard

why he’ll keep practicing when everyone’s gone and keep trying to learn new techniques

and you’re so freaking proud

ten asks you one time, as you’re sitting at lunch, your friends surronding you and chattering away

he asks if you think he’ll make it

you just put your hands on both his cheeks and kiss him and go “yes. don’t doubt yourself”

he grins, pulling you closer and mumbling, “Mi vida seria un desastre sin ti.”

you and ten are dating but the amount of times you’ve both had to pull johnny out of some dorm with silly string in his hair and someones number scribbled on his cheek just indicates that you’re both the parents of this overgrown child

but it’s ok,,,,,,,because in the end you and ten have something undeniable - a connection that’s gonna last forever

you just can’t believe you found each other indirectly, literally, because of something you both don’t like : beer

“we should get matching t-shirts, and i want one to say ‘if lost please return to the best person on earth’ and the other one gets the ‘im the best person on earth’ shirt”

you look up at ten from your laptop and chew your lip

“that would work, but who gets the best person on earth shirt. we’re both pretty great”

“it’s interchangeable, we switch it up depending on how we feel.”

“deal”

“i love you”

“i love you too”

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #ten scenarios #ten imagines #chittaphon scenarios #chittaphon imagines #drinking/#nct u scenarios #nct u imagines #nct #ten #chittaphon #College!AU #this one is actually based on a couple i know lmao that met because they didn't like drinking on campus it's actually cute #if this disturbs anyone in anyway - please tell me so i can properly tag

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