#enhypen jungwon
jaysstarz · 2 days ago
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SUMMARY | you hate jungwon—like a lot. everyone at your school knows it at this point. so why is it the minute you see him shed a tear, you feel bad? with this new found guilt, you're able to see new sides of jungwon that your anger blinded you from before. it doesn't take you long to realise that you don't hate these new sides of him as much as you'd like to.
PAIRING | jungwon x fem!reader
GENRE | slow burn!!! enemies to lovers au, high school au, fluff, angst
WARNINGS | profanity, violence, vandalism, jungwon is vv mean, mentions of alcohol & sex (for sunghoon only)
FEATURING | second lead sunghoon, heeseung is mentioned and ITZY !
PLAYLIST | listen here
TAGLIST | @yjwfav @tyunni @heejojo @gyuury @junityy @ughopewrld @heessseungi @iyeonjuni @izrosei @hiqhkey @sk4tersoobin @enhacolor @mitsukifilms @koroktsuya @yvesismywife @amakumos @staysstrays @jungwoniics @wonjaems @yizhoutv @soobin-chois @gold-dragon-slayer @acciomylove @heeseunqie @bigtittietoji @bl00dysunsh1ne @let-apostrophe-sgo @hoonielvvr @wonyofanclub @yogurteume @nrksrealgf @wonie-core @jungwons-rat
A/N | IT'S FINALLY HEREEEE!!!!! this has took me nearly two months to write im so happy it's finally out omg,, the blood sweat and tears i have put myself through for this fic is awful . so pls . enjoy :( also thanks to nadia & may for beta reading !!
you: wtf
jung_1: ?
you: chemistry club??? really?
jung_1: i wanted the piano club
you: so what?? me going isn't going to stop u
jung_1: u think i wanna see your face every day after school? 
class is enough smh
you: so u signed me up for chem?
jung_1: it was the only one left lol
you: stfu
jung_1: k lol
From what you can remember, Jungwon hasn't always been like this. You've tried to sit down and pinpoint a date back to when this all started, but the best you could come up with was when he blew out your candle at your eleventh birthday party. That was the first and last time you had ever invited him over to your house.
The two of you are neighbours, and yet you've never had a single decent conversation with the guy in your entire life. Ever since the two of you were little, Jungwon always found a way to laugh at you, talk shit about you or do something to purposely annoy you. Your friends always warned you not to do anything back, that he was only doing it to draw out a reaction, but it was so hard not to whenever you saw his stupid face. The fact that he's so popular in school doesn't help either. Whenever you complain about him to anyone, you're always met with the same thing: "But he's so nice to me." "He's not like that with me." "You must have done something to upset him, Jungwon is the sweetest."
Yeah, sweetest pain in your ass. There is literally nothing about him that you like. It's clear to everyone that you hate Jungwon. 
Sitting on your chair, you rest your chin on your palm as you stare at the whiteboard. You're fuming, to say the very least. Written on the board are everyone's names under the club they'd be joining as soon as the bell rings. Yours is supposed to be under piano club but instead it's under chemistry with only one other person who signed up. You barely even know who he is.
"Who's Sunghoon?" Your friend, Yuna, whispers.
You recognise the name (being in the same school for 3 years, it would be kind of rude not to) but you don’t really know who he is. “I think it’s the guy that ice skates.”
"He's so cute," Yuna gawks, "you're lucky you're gonna be alone with him for the rest of the year." 
You scrunch your face at your friend, before letting out a long sigh. "Yeah, doing chemistry." Fuck Jungwon, signing you up for a club that you're already failing in class, just so he can go to piano. You purposefully ran to the piano club stand so that you could sign it before him, but that asshole must have rubbed out your name and written his instead. As much as you despise him, you have to admit that was a clever thing to do. 
Yuna slaps you lightly, "Maybe you can get him to tutor you for free. I heard he gets people to pay him ₩75,000 per hour."
"No, I'm pretty sure the point of chemistry club is to have fun. He's probably gonna be a nerd the entire time," you grumble into your palm, already miserable about the hours and hours you're going to have to spend with a science nerd. There must have been dozens of clubs with spaces still available; Jungwon could have picked another music club, a sports club, literature, art, history, debate, politics, or even maths for God's sake. But the boy chose chemistry. He knows that you're failing all three of your sciences, so not only did he remove you from your favourite club, he put you into your worst enemy—second to Jungwon. God, did you want to pull out his stupid black hair right then.
“You’re not going to let him win this one, are you?” Yuna deadpans, probably bored from your endless war with Jungwon. You don’t blame her, if the tables were turned, you’d probably say the same things she does. “Just leave it.” “If you ignore him he’ll stop.” “Be the bigger person.” Blah blah blah. It would be humiliating to let Jungwon get away with anything. You can’t even imagine it, coming into school everyday and hearing him laugh at you as if he has the upper hand. You would never ever let that happen, not even over your dead body.
Brushing your hair out of your face, you chuckle breathlessly. “As if.” There is absolutely no way in hell that you would let Jungwon get away with ruining your after school club for the rest of the year. You had to come up with something big, something that would make him suffer just as much—no, more—for the whole year, too.
Sadly, you didn't have enough time to come up with a plan.
"Okay, so why is a fluoride ion bigger than a sodium ion?" 
You groan loudly, whacking your head against the table for what feels like the fiftieth time. You've been in this room for ten minutes with Sunghoon, and he's already managed to make it boring as hell. Optimistic, you came into this room hoping that Sunghoon would come up with some cool science-y project for the two of you to do. Instead, his idea of fun is extra homework. The guy seriously brought question packs for you two to do for a whole hour. 
What a joke.
"Sunghoon, why are you asking me like I know?"
He gives you a judgemental look, and at this point you're too bored to care about how stupid he thinks you are. You should be practising the piano and making keyboard remixes on the iMacs, not memorising the periodic table with a nerd. 
"Come on," he breaks into a nervous giggle, "this is like, the third question. We haven't even gotten to the hard part yet."
No. There's no way he's taking this club seriously. Dramatically, you push back your chair and glare at him. "You know what, I'm going to go get something to drink. You answer some questions while I'm gone, yeah?" You fake smile at him, unable to look at his nerdy face any longer. God, you hate science kids.
Skipping out of the classroom, you make your way to the vending machine. You need a warm drink to calm your stress down but the cafeteria is too far away so a bottle of apple juice should do. Anything that gives you an excuse to stay away from Sunghoon so that you can focus on your plan to get your revenge on–
"Oh, Y/N! What a coincidence!"
There it is, that dreaded, child-like voice you've grown to hate. Turning around, you're met with his half closed eyes and grin so upturned you can see his baby teeth. If you weren't in the middle of paying for your drink you would have slapped that smirk right off his face. Okay, maybe not, but it's really pissing you off. 
"Yeah right, you probably came here to laugh at me." You grumble, fumbling with the vending machine that's choosing not to be on your side today. 
He smiles again, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging like the oh so innocent boy he is. "I just wanted to check up on how you're doing in your new club. I understand, Y/N," he puts a hand on his chest, pouting, "I really do. Chemistry isn't for everyone."
You whip your head at him immediately, causing him to snort into his hand and break into a laughter that echoes in the empty hallway. "Wow, Jungwon, you're so funny. Don't think for a second that I'm going to let you get away with this."
He comes closer and leans his elbow on the machine so that his head is right above yours, his eyes locking right onto you. Every time he gets close, you're reminded of when Yuna tells you to take a good look at him to see what all the girls in your school sees. But all you can see is an arrogant, stuck up piece of shit—his only entertainment being getting on your nerves. You can see why someone would find him attractive. But his personality is so strong that it practically covers all of his charm to you.
"Admit it," he laughs, "you can't beat me this time. This is one of the best things I've done, I'm kinda' proud of this one. I mean, nothing beats the–"
"Shut up, I am going to beat you. As soon as school's over, I'm coming up with something." You scowl, punching the vending machine so that it will let your bottle fall.
Jungwon coos at you, finding this whole situation amusing. "Aw, is it that hard that it's taking up all your brain space?" He asks in a baby voice. "You can't think of a plan better than mine because you're so busy trying to figure out what O stands for?"
Too focused on the stupid machine, you ignore the menacing voice coming from your left. You've smacked it, shaken it, kicked it, you're not really sure what else there is to do.
Jungwon pushes you out of the way and resets your order, making your jaw drop as you see your bottle that was so close to falling go back to its spot. You shove him back, annoyed that he thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's stronger than you. "Hey, that was–"
Jungwon sighs dramatically, before bringing out his wallet from his pocket and pulling out a credit card.
"Show off." You mumble, crossing your arms as you watch him dial his order.
"The machine clearly doesn't like you." He smirks, as his coke falls immediately.
You try to hold back how shocked you are, and the urge to ask him to order for you. But with the way Jungwon snickers at you, you can tell he already knows. It isn't like he's going to order for you anyway.
And you're right, because here he is, popping open his can and sipping it right in front of you. He's acting like he's in a commercial for the drink, all just to wind you up. But you can't let him win, you'll never let him win. So you stay, and watch him drink until the last drop and walk away slowly. 
Absolute pain in your ass.
Dear diary,
I hate Jungwon.
You're starting to get sick of starting all your diary entries with the same thing. Jungwon isn't even here; you're in your room, alone. There's nothing to remind you of him. Yet every night, you sit at your desk and scribble in your diary. And every night, you start off each entry reminding you that you hate him.
You flip through your diary entries of the past few weeks, and they're all starting to blur together. Each entry is almost as similar as the last. It's all the same thing—you hate Jungwon. You see him in the morning of school, your mood changes. You're reminded of him in your chemistry club, you get angry. You walk behind him on the way home from school, the two of you are arguing. 
When the hell is this going to end? 
To be honest, thinking about this is just making you hate him even more. The worst thing about this is that you can't even walk it off like you usually do at school. You're used to pacing the school corridors or the track field whenever he makes you really mad. But outside of school, you always meet him. It's either him, or his annoying and inappropriate older friends, or his evil dog. You'd rather rot in your room than risk having to waste your energy fighting with him, or running away from his dog, or pulling your skirt down from his friends. 
You're trapped. He gets to enjoy his life while you're trapped at home, writing “I hate Jungwon” in your diary every single day. The power this guy holds over you is huge, and you just can't wait to move out to college to finally get rid of him.
Walking down the hallway, you bump into your chemistry partner of the past two weeks. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever seen this boy outside of the chemistry club, so seeing him now, walking tall, hands in his pockets and a lot of other students around him was quite a shock. You really thought he was nothing more than a nerd. 
As soon as Sunghoon lays his eyes on you, he smiles widely and you can’t help the way your heart flutters a little at that. Did Jungwon really make you so angry about chemistry that you never noticed how good looking Sunghoon is? Or are you just that bad at it that you had no time to focus on Sunghoon’s looks? As he walks away from his friends and towards you, you gulp, brushing down your hair and skirt with your palms that are starting to sweat. You see this guy every single evening, what difference is it now? 
“Hi Y/N,” he smiles, one hand sitting attractively in his pocket and another rubbing the back of his neck.
“Hi,” you reply, but your voice comes out as barely a whisper. You’re a little frightened at how shy you are in front of Sunghoon right now, when you were literally cursing him off in your head yesterday because he laughed at you for not knowing an equation. 
He chuckles, and you swear your heart flips at the way his eyes crease when he does. “You know, I was starting to think that you didn’t even go to this school. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.”
Well, at least the feeling is mutual. “Yeah, me neither. I didn’t realise you’re kinda popular.” You say as you eye his large group of friends that are all waiting for him. “It must be the ice skating, right?” You joke, mentally slapping yourself for being rude.
Sunghoon laughs anyway, and he leans forward when does, making your heart nearly jump out of your chest. “Yeah, either that or my brain.”
“Nerd.” You playfully roll your eyes, finally being able to mix together the Sunghoon that gets all excited when he’s got a hard question right, and the Sunghoon that’s standing in front of you right now.
A voice interrupts the two of you. He always does. Whenever you manage to find a little bit of peace at school, Yang Jungwon always finds a way to ruin it. You’re so close to getting him charged for stalking at this point. Both you and Sunghoon turn around to see who was clearing their throat, and you almost growl when you do.
“What do you want?” You snap, not giving him the time of day.
Jungwon tilts his head with an offended look on his face and a hand on his heart like he always does. “That’s rude, Y/N, I was just–”
“She said what do you want.” Sunghoon deadpans beside you out of nowhere.
Jungwon furrows his brows, as do you. Nobody has ever come between the two of you bickering before, this was new to the both of you. You decided to stay quiet and see what Jungwon would say, a little nervous at how this might all play out. 
“What?” Jungwon chuckles, jutting out his chin to make himself appear taller. The two are practically the same height, but something about Sunghoon’s figure makes him seem so much taller than Jungwon. Are you about to witness an alpha brawl out?
Sunghoon doesn’t move, you don’t even think he’s breathing right now. His eyes are trained on Jungwon’s with a glare so intense even you’re a little scared. “Is there something you need to say to Y/N?”
Jungwon’s brows remain furrowed as his eyes narrow and an annoyed look spreads across his face. How ironic, he’s starting to look like you. You don’t think you’ve seen Jungwon this physically frustrated since the time his bike broke when he was thirteen and he tried to kick it but ended up spraining his ankle. He always looks amused. No matter the situation, Jungwon always has a smile on his face. Seeing him like this—threatened—caught you a little off guard.
“I can say whatever the hell I want to her, pretty boy.” He muttered, his face inches away from Sunghoon’s.
Someone behind you whispers something about their sexual tension, almost making you snort at the scene. You have to purse your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, because now you can’t unsee it.
“Well, too bad we have somewhere to be, don’t we, Y/N?” Sunghoon turns to you, and all of a sudden you can feel everyone’s eyes focusing on you.
You giggle awkwardly, before making eye contact with Jungwon. He’s never glared at you like this before, and for the first time you can think of, you feel small in front of him. “Uh, yeah, we should, uh, get going.”
Sunghoon grins at Jungwon as soon as you speak, and barges past his shoulder aggressively before pulling you by your wrist to go and follow him. For some reason, though, you can’t help but turn around to see Jungwon standing there, already looking right at you. 
“Sooo,” you sit on a desk as Sunghoon closes the door to the empty classroom the two of you are hiding in behind him, “you gonna’ explain what just happened?”
Sunghoon leans on the desk right in front of you and looks at you blankly, like what just happened didn’t happen at all. “What? You didn’t like it?”
“Like what? Jungwon’s probably going to be so mad because of this.” It’s true, the bike incident when he was thirteen led to him being extra rude for the whole time he was injured. You figure this time it’s his pride that’s hurt, so he’s going to lash out at you until he makes himself feel better. You haven’t even gotten back at him yet for the chemistry club situation, so you really don’t want to be dealing with a moody Jungwon; you’re scared of how creative he’s going to be.
Out of nowhere, Sunghoon lets out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back in vexation as he does. “Come on, Y/N, aren’t you bored of it?”
Confused, you answer. “Of what?”
“This whole cat and mouse deal you have going on with Jungwon? I remember being in the same class as you in our freshman year of high school, and everyone in the class was sick and tired of you two bickering everyday. I thought it’d blow over eventually. How are you still letting this go on?” 
You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. Of course you’re tired of it. Of course you want it to end. Of course you want nothing to do with Jungwon and you want a peaceful last year of school to focus on your exams and college. Of course you want to be able to hang out with your friends without thinking about Jungwon. Of course you want to write in your diary without mentioning him. Of course you’re sick of this all. But how the hell are you supposed to end it? You hate his guts and he hates yours. His pride may be thick but yours is definitely thicker.
This situation reminds you of the time you did try to be nice to Jungwon once, with the hopes all of this mess would end.
Your mum just got off the phone and suddenly bursted her way into the kitchen. A little startled at her fast movements, you followed her and sat on the counter. “Mum? What’s wrong?” Panicking, she gathered different ingredients and kitchenware to cook something, and you couldn’t be any more confused. “Mum! What’s going on?”
“The Yang family,” she started, already mixing away two eggs, “their son is sick. This is the only time she has ever asked me to do anything, Y/N. That family has looked down on us ever since we moved here, and not once has Mrs Yang ever asked for help. But she’s away, and her boy is at home sick without anyone to feed him. If I don’t make a good impression on that snobby little boy, they’ll think we’re incapable and cruel human beings. I have–”
“Okay, okay,” you laughed, not really thinking much of it. As far as you could care, Jungwon could starve. “As long as I’m not the one delivering it,” you mumbled, leaving the kitchen.
Of course you were the one delivering it.
Releasing a long sigh from the pit of your chest, you tried to put aside your pride and hatred to drop off the tray of food for Jungwon. You tried to remind yourself to have some humanity, that he was sick and alone and needed some food. The only thing that managed to help you push through was imagining him begging on his knees for food from you and you holding the tray away from his sick hands’ reach. A little evil, but it helped you press his doorbell.
When Jungwon opened the door, you could feel your heart sink to the ground. All those mischievous thoughts in your mind about teasing him flew out of your mind as soon as you got a good look at his face. He was extremely pale, and his eyes were red and glassy. He looked frail, like a single touch could knock him over. You gasped when you saw him, and immediately took a step inside to go and help him anyway you could.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” You asked, placing the back of your palm on his head that was drenched in his sweat. “Oh, my God, you’re boiling. Jungwon, take your coat off.” Placing the tray on the ground, you tried to help him take off his coat but he wouldn’t budge. Looking back at him, he had a disgusted look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing? My mum said you came here to give me food, not baby me.” He shrugged his coat back on to stop it from sliding off his shoulder and snatched the tray up from the ground.
“What? I’m trying to help-”
“Who asked you to? Piss off, Y/N.”
Standing outside of his house, you were shocked. You were just trying to help him. You put aside the feelings you two had towards each other because he was sick. Even sick Jungwon is an asshole, you thought. That was when you made a mental note to never be nice to this guy ever again. He didn't deserve it.
“Y/N?” Sunghoon waves his hand in front of yours, forcing you out of your daydream. 
You shake your head, “Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”
Sunghoon stares at you for quite a while without saying anything, letting you scan his features freely. His dark hair extends at the back of his neck, kind of like a mullet, and it suits him a lot. His eyebrows are sharp, and you inwardly frown at how they look better taken care of than yours. His eyes aren’t anything special, but they’re looking at you intently right now; they look heavy, like he has a lot to say. Sunghoon’s lips, however, God you could stare at them forever. They’re so pink and plumpy, he’s definitely a good kisser.
“Are you staring at my lips right now?” Your eyes snap back to Sunghoon’s eyes in horror that he caught you. He laughs at your reaction, so you follow, covering your mouth with a hand. “So what’s the deal with you and Jungwon?” He asks after the two of you have calmed down. 
You shrug, wanting to avoid his question since you already ask yourself that every single day. “Nothing, really.”
“So, you just argue for fun? Masochism, I like it.” He chuckles, and you dart your eyes at him. “No, no I’m just saying, if you can’t even tell me why you two argue, what’s the point of doing it?” 
It’s a genuine question. It’s a question Yuna has asked you, your teachers have asked you, the other girls in your friend group have asked you, your parents have asked you, but most importantly one that you’ve asked yourself countless times. And you’re annoyed because the answer is there is no answer. You don’t ever remember doing anything to offend Jungwon when he first moved into your neighbourhood or your school. You just remember him being a little shit, thinking he could walk all over and bully you. But your dad brought you up differently, to stand up for yourself. That’s why Jungwon’s always on offence, and you always seem to be on the defence.
“I never start anything,” you look at Sunghoon, and you find it heartwarming how he’s listening so intently, “He’s always the one that approaches me, so I just bite back. If I never did, I would be crushed by now.” You explain, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve.
“So Jungwon’s a bully?” Sunghoon asks, and your body suddenly feels tons heavier. You hate that word, it just doesn’t sound right. 
“No, not a bully.”
“Sounds like it.” Sunghoon shrugs. “He’s mean to you so you’re mean back. Except it’s been going on for years.”
You get up from the desk and sit on another, feeling a little uncomfortable with this situation. “Um, I guess? It doesn’t bother me that much. It’s just becoming repetitive at this point. Today’s the first day he didn’t say something stupid. It was relieving, you know.” You explain, a smile unconsciously growing on your lips. 
“Don’t worry,” Sunghoon comes over, his wide chest blocking your field of vision, “now that you’ve got me around, he won’t bother you as much.”
Dear diary, 
I had fun today.
It’s only half way through your diary entry that you notice you didn’t start it off with the infamous “I hate Jungwon.” Actually, reading the entry made you realise how little you even saw him today. The only time you spoke to him was when you were with Sunghoon. How long has it been since the two of you didn’t have a petty argument? You find yourself smiling down at your diary, a wave of relief washing over your body at the thought of Sunghoon being your first step to freedom. 
You also find yourself smiling when you started scribbling down how fun your chemistry club was today. You and Sunghoon barely even finished a question, the two of you talking and laughing the entire time. He even promised that if he was ever free, he’d give you occasional free tutoring for chemistry. Life would be so much easier if Jungwon was more like Sunghoon, wouldn’t it?
Somebody should have warned you that your happiness is short lived, because while you were giving Yuna a detailed update of everything to do with Sunghoon, Jungwon’s voice echoed behind you. You promise yourself that one day, you need to creep up behind him and his friends and cut them off because this was really starting to piss you off.
You and Yuna turn around, both you offering him the exact same defeated look. 
“That Sunghoon guy,” Jungwon starts, taking slow steps towards you. “Since when did you two get close?”
Yuna scoffs loudly, putting a hand on her hip. “Why? You jealous, Yang?” Yeah, as if he would be. He’s probably jealous of you, seeing that tension between them yesterday.
Jungwon laughs sarcastically before turning back to you so fast you had to flinch your head backwards. He was a little too close for your liking so you stepped back. “Yeah, you wish. No, I’m just asking because he’s an asshole, and I don’t want to have to talk to him every time I wanna annoy you.” 
You push his shoulder away from you and laugh in disbelief. “Well, why don’t you just stop trying to annoy me then, huh?” You could tell what you said threw Jungwon off guard a little by the way he twitched his brows. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him take a second to come up with something to say, usually it’s second nature to him. You smirked, thanking God for giving you the upper hand today. “Aww, are you insecure, Jungwon? Does Sunghoon make you insecure?” You ask in that irritating baby voice he always uses on you. “Are you jealous because you’ll never have hair as good as his? Or because you’ll never be as good looking as him? Are you sad that–”
“Y/N, I’m not the one that attracts the opposite sex through pity.” 
That shuts you up completely, and your confidence withers to bits. He’s got that same disgusted look on his face as that day you went to visit him. It’s not like he’s never said something as harsh as that before, so you’re not really sure why this is affecting you so much. As embarrassing as it is to admit, that really hurt.
“First, he has to witness how horrible you are at chemistry. Then he saw you speaking to me, and probably felt bad for you. And let’s not even mention your looks.” Jungwon continues, peeling off every layer you’ve been forced to wrap around yourself ever since you met him. Slowly, he’s stripping away your pride, your dignity, and even your self esteem. “You think I’m jealous of a guy that sleeps around so much he probably has STDs? I think our fighting has made you forget that I also get girls, Y/N. I just don’t flout them for attention like he does.”
“Let’s go,” Yuna whispers, tugging on your sleeve. Your eyes are on the ground, unable to meet Jungwon’s. You’ve never felt so insignificant and helpless in front of him before, your body is unable to catch up with all these new emotions. “Come on, Y/N.”
The two of you are walking down the hallway, making your way to the bathroom. Tears are pooling in your eyes, something Jungwon has never managed to make happen. You feel so stupid, so stupid for letting him break you after all these years. All these years you wasted arguing with him almost every single day of your life. For what? What did either of you get out of it? You’ve never even stopped for a second to consider the words that you two were saying to each other, how much you were hurting each other. Well, you doubt you’ve ever really hurt Jungwon. He’s probably jumping up and down right now, cheering at the thought of finally winning. You just hope this means that it’s all over. You’re exhausted.
“Y/N?” Sunghoon’s voice appears just as you’re about to follow Yuna into the bathroom. 
You feel your breath grow heavier at the sound of his voice, humiliation rippling throughout your body. Maybe that’s why this affected you so much. Maybe it’s because Jungwon was calling you an idiot for thinking Sunghoon liked you. Because apparently he’s just another popular boy. And vecause apparently, he's just been fooling you.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Hurriedly, he walks up to you and places a hand atop your head, his doe eyes boring right into yours. You want to push him away so hard and tell him to go find another girl to play with, but all you can do is stare back at him. “Look, come here.” He pulls you away from the safe space of the female bathroom and right into the disabled ones. 
You don’t know why, but as soon as Sunghoon locks the door, your tears start falling against your will. On instinct, you turn away and bring a hand to stop yourself from sobbing audibly. If what Jungwon said is true, you cannot let Sunghoon see you crying. You’ve read enough romance books to know that bad boys love it when a girl is vulnerable. But Sunghoon doesn’t speak; you’re not even sure he moves. The room is silent, albeit your quick breaths and occasional sobs. At this point, you’re just letting your body move on its own. Your mum always tells you it’s best to cry it out, to let your emotions ride out their course. So you decide to stay there and continue to cry into your already soaked hands. 
Once you’re done wiping away your cheeks and rubbing your eyes, you make your way to the mirror to see what you look like. If Sunghoon wasn’t in the room you would have cried all over again just from seeing your reflection. “Ugh, I’m a mess.”
Sunghoon giggles, and lifts himself up from leaning against the door to come stand behind you. Gently, he brushes away strands of your hair from your face and fixes your collar for you. “I think,” he makes eye contact with you in the mirror, “you look just fine.” 
Dear diary,
Unfortunately, I still hate Jungwon.
“No, why are you starting it like that again?” Yuna huffs beside you, probably disappointed at your relapse. It’s been a week since Jungwon made you cry, and it’s been a calm week, too. You never told Sunghoon what happened, but he’s been staying by your side at school since. He likes to call himself your personal bullmastiff, and that he scares away Jungwon who’s only a sheep. Although you’re still terrified that what Jungwon said about Sunghoon being a manwhore is true, there’s still a part of you that hopes it isn’t. You’re hoping he isn’t just hanging around to get in your pants.
“Because I’m mad, Yuna. If we’re really ending this, I can’t be the only one that’s upset about it. I need to think of one final thing to get back at him. Something that will really hurt him.” You explain, really disappointed in how much you’ve been lacking this school year. You haven’t gotten him back once, and it’s frustrating you.
“Hm, what about his motorbike?” Yuna asks, an evil glint to her eyes.
“No.” You shake your head. “No way. I would love to, believe me–”
“So why not?”
“Because his parents would kill me!”
“Oh come on, that bike costs to them what a piece of gum costs to us, Y/N.”
“No, I heard him tell his friend. You know that pervert, Heeseung? Yeah, they were talking about it and Jungwon was saying that it’s from a limited series and that his parents had to fly out to Thailand to bid for it.” You whisper, for some reason you don’t really know. “Thailand, Yuna.”
“Okay, why don’t we wear masks? We can get Sunghoon to help us, too. You know, like them ski masks.” Yuna motions the mask with her hands, a persuasive look on her face. You’re tempted to, you really are. The thought of taking the only thing that Jungwon seems to have human feelings for away from him is very tempting.
“But wait, he wouldn’t know it’s me.”
“Uh, Y/N, that’s a good thing? If he knows it’s you, you’d be sued.” 
“Oh, yeah, true.”
“We can enjoy our victory from afar, okay?”
You suck in a deep breath. “Okay.”
This may be the worst idea you’ve ever thought of in your entire life.
Here you are, standing in between Sunghoon (who Yuna had to convince for hours to come along) and Yuna. The three of you are wearing your skii masks, but Sunghoon is too much of a cheapskate to buy a new one so he’s wearing his dad’s bright blue mask and making the three of you look stupid. 
“Okay, on the count of three–”
“No wait!” Sunghoon’s voice squeaks as he whisper-shouts.
You and Yuna whip your heads into his direction, stunned at his voice crack. “Sunghoon, you’re the only guy here!” You whisper-shout back. “You can’t be the scared one.”
“I have never broken the law before, if I get caught doing this my parents are going to kill me, Y/N.” He panics, yet neither of you can take him seriously with his idiotic mask on. 
“What are you talking about? I’m pretty sure you broke about five laws driving us here in your mum’s car.” You snap, before looking at Yuna. “But maybe he’s r–”
“No, guys it’s now or never.” Yuna whispers, before tugging on both yours and Sunghoon’s sleeves, running ahead. Your veins are booming so loud you’re worried someone will be able to hear it. Arriving at the tail of the motorcycle, you raise a trembling finger to touch it. You gasp when you do, already mentally hearing the sounds of sirens coming closer and closer.
Yuna pulls out a hairpin and shoves it into the keyhole of the motorcycle while you and Sunghoon crouch and cower behind her, failing to keep a proper look out. This feels so wrong, but it’s too late to go back now. Sunghoon’s stupid mask is probably plastered all over the CCTVs already. You’ll probably need a miracle to not get yourself landed in prison.
Yuna whimpers as she struggles to switch on the engine. You’re starting to panic even more now, the thought of this all going horribly wrong circling your mind repeatedly. “It’s not working!” She yells, and you and Sunghoon look at each other with wide eyes. 
“Go help her!” You motion at him, your heart drumming louder than it ever has before.
“What do you mean go help her, why don’t you go help her?!” Sunghoon doesn't budge and only tightens his hold on the tail of the motorcycle.
“No, I’m keeping look out!”
“No you’re not, you’re looking at me!”
“Will you two shut up and come help me?!” Yuna screams, and you shoot up to go over and help her. It’s useless, though. No matter how much the two of you twist and turn the hairpin, the engine doesn’t turn on. “Why isn’t it working? We practised this like a thousand times!”
“I don’t know! Maybe because it’s a limited edition?!” You scream back, the plan blowing up in your face. 
“Fuck!” Yuna slams the head of the bike in anger as you start to lose control of your breaths. “I think I’ve broken the keyhole.” 
You groan loudly, closing your eyes to think of a way to fix this. Trying so hard to calm yourself down, you attempt to come up with another plan. It’s either that or the three of you need to escape—now
But as always, Jungwon’s voice interrupts you. His timing is probably his only positive attribute.
“Hey!” He barks at the other end of the road, making you and Yuna look at each other like you’ve seen a ghost. He’s running as fast as he can, so much so you can see his forehead shining under the street lights. 
“Let’s ditch the bike!” 
“No! We can’t let this all be for nothing!” 
“Out of the way ladies!” Sunghoon’s voice appears out of nowhere, and you turn to see him standing over the bike with a large pole in his hands. Oh, my God. Instinctively, you and Yuna jump off the bike and run behind Sunghoon to watch him do his dirty work.
You poke out your head, trying to catch your breath and a glimpse of Jungwon. “He’s close, hurry up!”
“No!” Jungwon screams, reaching his arms out, dread written all over his little baby face. “Stop, please!”
Sunghoon ignores him and draws back the pole before slamming it against the metal of the motorcycle. He hits it again and again, parts flying all over the place each time. He yells at every impact, like he was beating up a person. 
Jungwon arrives, and you can't help but notice his breaths are shaky and the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. He pulls Sunghoon away from you and punches him right in the jaw, a roar ripping right from the bottom of his lungs. The light sensors of the neighbouring houses switch on, and some neighbours even come out to take a peek. With the rush of the scene flowing through your veins, and the fear that all of this is for nothing, you pick up the pole that fell out of Sunghoon’s hands and hit the bike yourself. Hearing Jungwon beg like that so helplessly for the first time in your life only fuels your anger even more. Each whack, each hit, your mind flashes back to the times Jungwon hurt you, the times Jungwon forced you to build another wall.
“What’s the point of going to the school dance? It’s not like anybody wants to go with you, anyway.” Whoops, there goes the headlight.
“Oh, my God, you might as well go home if you’re going to be dressed like that the entire trip. Stop embarrassing us.” Oh no, the brake is broken.
“You failed chemistry again? Look, guys, she got 10%! What a loser!” Aw man, now the gas tank is leaking.
Before you can damage the bike anymore, Yuna pulls you back into reality. She’s yelling something at you, but your eyes can’t help but focus on Jungwon struggling against Sunghoon’s hold. 
“Please! No, please stop! I’ll give you anything you want, just get away from my bike!” 
He’s crying. 
Your surroundings suddenly blur as Yuna pulls you towards the car you guys came in. She shoves you in while telling you something but you can’t shift your attention from Jungwon who’s now given up and is laying still on the floor. He isn’t even fighting Sunghoon anymore. He’s just still, the base of his palms rubbing his eyes as his tears roll off his cheeks and fall onto the floor.
You made Jungwon cry. You made Yang Jungwon cry.
You're ashamed. You can't even step outside your house without making sure your hood is well over your head, hiding your face for anyone to see. There's no way anyone in the neighbourhood could know that it was you, right? You were completely covered; it could have been any two girls and a guy who smashed Jungwon's precious bike and brought him to tears.
Literal freaking tears.
In all the years you two have fought, Jungwon only ever smiles. He grins, or laughs that really annoying laugh where he throws his head back and stamps his feet on the floor. He pretends to be upset by putting a hand on his heart and squeezing his eyes shut, letting out an exaggerated gasp. He pretends to be mad by putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head so far sideways his hair looks like it's about to fall off. Jungwon is expressive, he enjoys winding you up by acting out his emotions—real or fake—dramatically. You've always hated it, but now you're praying that you're going to meet him on your way to school and he'll pretend to whine about how much you hurt him last night.
You shift your weight from one foot to the other, waiting at the end of the road for Jungwon to appear. You're not really sure why. What are you even going to say if you see him? You can't even apologise for what you've done, his parents would definitely put you behind bars. The wait is killing you, impatience stirring in your stomach at an outrageous speed. Gulping, you contemplate whether you should go knock on his door or not. Maybe he's oversleeping because he's tired from last night. Maybe if you knock, he'll wake up and nag at you for babying him like he did before.
Without really thinking, you head straight to his front door step with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Breathing in, you press the doorbell. His house is huge, and the noise the doorbell makes almost frightens you out of your skin. The loud ring echoes in your mind loudly as you tap your foot on the ground and keep your eyes locked onto the door. You press it again. And again. And again.
And then you wait.
But Jungwon never comes out. Nobody does. Not him, his sister or his parents. You're even hoping some sort of maid will come and open the door. But nobody does. You're trying not to overthink the situation: maybe he's just being a teenage boy and angry that his bike is broken so he's decided to skip school today. 
The thought calms you down a little bit, so you turn around to leave. While turning back to the entrance, something shiny catches your eye around the corner of Jungwon's front yard. Curious, you scuttle towards it and poke your head around to see what it is. Your heart drops when you do. There it is. Jungwon's motorcycle that you smashed to pieces last night. Laying next to it, is an open box of tools, an unfinished cup of coffee, and Jungwon's jacket that he always wears under his blazer. The guilt at the pit of your stomach spreads around your body, squeezing your heart and scraping at your throat. Did he really stay up all night trying to fix it all by himself? 
Did you go too far?
"Come on, you're being weird." Sunghoon crosses his arms, not shifting his gaze away from you.
Usually, you appreciate his attentiveness because it makes you feel special and gets you all shy, but today it isn’t doing you any good. You chuckle breathlessly and pull the sheet of paper towards you. "So I just need to calculate the mass of this mole, right? Using this equation?"
Sunghoon sighs, "Y/N, you know you can tell me what's wrong, right?" 
You look up to meet his heavy gaze, his face already so close to yours. "No? Just because you chose to follow me around at school doesn't mean we're best friends, Sunghoon. It doesn't mean I can pour my heart out to you."
His expression doesn't falter, a blank look sitting on his face. "Then what are we?"
You pause, not really knowing how to answer that question. You're aware that he gives you butterflies, and that you find him attractive. But what about what Jungwon said about him sleeping around? Hasn't Sunghoon stayed around long enough for it to be more than that? Or is that all you guys are - good friends? But then why would Sunghoon ask that question? 
Confused and already emotionally drained from your crime yesterday, you scrunch up the question sheet in your hand and get up from your chair. Without saying a word to Sunghoon, you leave.
At home, you’re lying on your couch, flicking through the channels on the television. Nothing is exciting you since you can’t seem to pay attention to anything. There are only two things on your mind right now. Jungwon and Sunghoon.
As for Jungwon, you can’t stop picturing him in that little alleyway beside his house—sweating away, hurting himself trying to fix his motorcycle. He’s probably not eaten some real food in awhile, desperate to get it back to how it was before you and Yuna came up with that stupid plan. You groan into your hands, thinking about how you never thought you’d live to see the day you’d feel bad for Jungwon. Doesn’t he deserve this? Why does this bike mean so much to him? He can just fly out to Thailand and buy another one, right?
Then your thoughts suddenly shift to Sunghoon. If he really is the manwhore Jungwon pinned him out to be, how come he’s been nothing but supportive since you and Jungwon stopped talking to each other? There are no girls, you can’t see them. The only way it would be possible is if he has this whole other life outside of school. The partying, drinking and sex type of life. He said he’s never broken the law before, but he seemed pretty confident driving his mum’s car with one hand on the wheel and another on the radio. Do you even know Sunghoon? Sure, he’s a science nerd and likes to ice skate. But what else is there to him?
You sigh when the sound of the doorbell interrupts your thoughts. It’s 10pm, who could possibly be ringing at this time of night? Groggily, you get up, fixing your bun so you look a bit more appropriate for whoever it is that’s ruining your free time. Peering through the peephole, you’re only met with a man in a black hood who’s purposefully hiding his face from the door. A little worried, you call your mum over. “Mum! There’s a creepy man at the door!”
She hops out of the kitchen with a meat knife in one hand, a frying pan in the other and a terrified look on her face. “You take the knife,” she whispers, “and hide behind me while I hold the pan and see what this guy wants.”
“Wait, why am I holding the knife?” You point at yourself, your mum’s behaviour starting to affect you, too. 
The doorbell rings again and you both flinch. “Because if he sees the knife in my hand he might attack. So you hide behind me, okay? I’m just going to open the door like an inch wide, don’t worry.” Her eyes are wide while she tries to convince you to follow through with her not-well-thought out plan. 
You do anyway. “Okay.”
You take the knife from your mum before the two of you sneak towards the door. Hesitantly, she opens it, and the thought of her life being taken right before you flashes in your mind for a second. Right before she lets out a relieved laughter, a hand on her chest. “It’s just the Yangs’ kid, Y/N. Don’t scare me like that again.”
Jungwon? What the hell is he doing here? You poke your head out from beside her and see Jungwon looking down at his feet that are awkwardly kicking the floor. “I didn’t know it was him, sorry.” You mutter, furrowing your brows at him.
“I am so sorry, Jungwon. Is there something you need?” Your mum asks, widening the door. When he looks up, you can’t help but cringe. His eyebags are heavy, and his lips are so chapped they’re peeling. Not to mention how red and sore his eyes are, he’s struggling to even keep them open. He’s worse than the time you went to give him the tray of food. You don’t even realise that you two are staring at each other silently until your mum speaks up again. “Is something wrong?”
His eyes quickly divert to your mum’s and he clears his throat aggressively. “No, uh, I just wanted to know if your husband is here.”
Your mum shakes her head, “No, he’s visiting his brother right now. He won’t be back for a few days.” 
“Can you call him?” You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jungwon speak so meekly before. It’s odd, and the thought that you may have broken him makes your toes curl.
“Yes, yes, what do you want me to say?”
“How to fix a motorcycle brake. I remember that he had one a few years ago, so I thought he’d know.” 
“Oh! Was it your motorbike that got smashed by those teenagers?” Jungwon nods, his eyes falling to the ground again. “Ms Jung showed me her CCTV cameras and how horrible those kids were. Their parents really need to sort them out.” She tuts, pulling out her phone.
Even your mum is disgusted by your behaviour last night. Of course she is, what you did was way out of line. You play with your fingers as the guilt travels further, making you a lot more jittery than usual. “My dad’s break broke once and he showed me how to fix it. I can, uh, help if you want.” It’s the least you can do, an easy repair, indirectly apologise, and throw away this stupid guilt so you can focus on getting your school life back on track. Maybe after you help him fix his bike, the two of you can finally be even and put your pettiness in the past once and for all.
Jungwon only looks you in the eyes, not saying anything. They remind you of Sunghoons’; loud and heavy. 
“Oh, okay, that’s perfect. You go and help him. I’ll bring some snacks later.” Your mum pushes you out of the house, and you curse her for doing so when all you’re wearing is a hoodie, a pair of cycling shorts, and slippers. “Bye!” She waves, shutting the door in your face before you can even speak.
Well, this is awkward. Turning around, you try to put on a smile to Jungwon, but his eyes flicker straight from your eyes to your mouth before he storms back to his house. You follow him with a huff, realising that this is going to be a long hour. Catching up to him, you throw your hood over your head and stuff your hands in your pockets to try and stay warm. “So,” you start, trying to get straight to the point, “if we’re lucky, all you’ll need to do is clean the pistons. You know, those little metal things that open and close w-”
“I know what a piston is.” He grumbles, opening his gate. “I would have done that if that girl didn’t smash it off my bike.” 
Your eyes lower as he unknowingly mentions you, and try to shake off the feeling of guilt again. You never would have guessed this would have hurt him this much. But then again, isn’t that what you wanted? “Oh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “well then this is gonna take a long time.” 
The two of you arrive at the corner, and that’s when you notice there are three more cups of coffee lying next to the bike. You purse your lips, trying to throw away the imagination of him desperately attempting to stay awake, pushing his body well past its limits all in order to fix what you broke. 
“Okayyy,” you whisper, copying Jungwon by getting on your knees, followed by a hiss once you feel the cold rocky ground. Clearing your throat, you turn to him, who still has an emotionless look on his face. You really wish he would do something right now. You wouldn’t even mind it if he made fun of you. Staring at him like this, like an empty shell, is too much to bear. “So, where’s the brake?” You put out your hand, and Jungwon complies by giving it to you. Observing it, you’re relieved that it hasn’t been damaged too much, and that it’s okay to put it back on the bike. “First, we need to take the calipers off the bike.” You don’t explain what it is this time, since he got agitated when you did it before. “Should I do one side and you do the other?” 
He nods, so you crawl over to the other side, and together, the two of you start working on the bike.
After around twenty minutes of silent working, you decide to ask a question that’s been on your mind since the second you saw him cry. “Jungwon?” You ask. He doesn’t respond, but you know that he hears you. “Why don’t you just get your parents to buy you another one?”
It takes him a while to reply, you assume he’s just busy with the clamps. “They can’t. There’s no more on sale.” 
You’re aware that it sounds a bit harsh, but you still push. “Can’t they just buy another brand?” 
Jungwon’s eyes meet yours through the tiny gaps between the motorcycle parts. “I don’t want another one.”
You sigh at his vague responses. “Okay, what about hiring someone to come and fix your bike? Or getting a friend, literally anyone-”
Abruptly, Jungwon throws the clamp onto the floor, the ring of the metal bouncing around your skull. “I didn’t ask you to come and help, you know? You offered. If you don’t want to, there’s nothing stopping you from leaving.” He spits, his eyes piercing into yours angrily. 
You put your hands up in a feign defence. “I’m sorry, I was just asking.” You mutter under your breath, a little shocked at his reaction. “I’m okay with fixing the bike, it just looked like you didn’t wanna ask so I was telling you there are other options.” 
Jungwon sighs, before picking up the clamp and getting back to work. “I know.” He mumbles, and you can hear the piston creaking under the pressure of his clamp hold. “I know there are other options, but I don’t trust any of them with this bike. I’ve known your dad for a while and I remember how much he cared about his bike, so I thought I’d just ask him to help.” The thought of Jungwon trusting your dad over his creepy friends makes you feel a lot better, but the sound of the piston about to snap distracts you.
Crawling back over, you return to Jungwon’s side. You don’t even notice that your thighs are touching each other when you reach out to take the clamp from his hands. He looks at you a little alarmed, but you respond with an awkward smile. “You’re putting too much pressure. You have to unstick one piston at a time, if you do it like that it’ll snap.” You explain, opting to do it yourself to save some time.
“How come you know how to fix a break?” He asks randomly, startling you a little bit. 
You stay focused while you answer him, your eyes not moving from the clamp. “Sometimes my dad teaches me things like this. He says he does it because he doesn’t have a son.”
“What other things has he taught you?” 
Since this is the first real conversation you’ve ever had with Jungwon, you decide not to question why he cares about your relationship with your dad so much.  “How to ride a bike, how to play football, how to put up a shelf, how to fix a laptop that’s had water spilled on it.” You giggle at the last one, memories piling into your head. Jungwon doesn’t say anything else so you turn around to see why. He’s just staring at your hands working with the clamp, so you choose to fill in the tense silence. “The time he broke his break, he called me over while I was studying. I told him that it’s not important since a motorcycle break and a bike break are two completely different things and that this would never come in handy.” You face Jungwon again, and his eyes meet yours. “Turns out it did come in handy.” 
There’s a moment, a long moment of comfortable silence with the two of you staring at each other. For the first time, you notice the shape of his eyes and how delicately pulled out they are. They’re kind of pretty, in a boyish sort of way. You can’t really believe you’ve been staring at these eyes for the past eight years without ever finding yourself swimming in them until now. 
Jungwon scoffs, breaking eye contact before taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m surprised you didn’t turn out heavy handed since you were basically brought up as a boy,” he mutters against the cup.
With that, you unconsciously suck in such a deep breath of air. A wave of relief washes over your body as you let out an incredibly loud laugh at his comment. There he is, the asshole that is Yang Jungwon. You seriously thought you broke him, but hearing him say something so rude wiped away any and all of your doubt. 
He’s back. And you couldn’t be more than happy about it. 
Walking into school the next day, you’re a little bit anxious. You’re anxious because:
You might bump into Sunghoon and he might start asking scary questions again
You might bump into Jungwon and have to start fighting again
You don’t want either of those scenarios to happen. So when Sunghoon spots you and says goodbye to his friends, you panic and pull onto your friend’s sleeve. “Quick, pretend we’re having a really serious and private conversation.”
She panics and tries to think of something to say. “Uh, I made out with Sunghoon at Ryujin’s party!” With her eyes shut, in front of everyone in the hallway, your friend, Chaeryeong, admitted to sleeping with Sunghoon. You spot him from the corner of your eye, freezing once he heard what Chaeyoung said, and you wait for him to come over and ask why you two are making up shit about him. He doesn’t. 
“Are you being serious right now? I said pretend, Chaeryeong.” Your hand slips away from hers as you look at her in pure disbelief.
“I’m sorry, it’s been on my mind a lot recently because he’s been hanging out with you so much. So when you said say something serious, that was the first thing I could think of.” She rushes, clearly panicked by your response.
“Wait,” you take a step closer to whisper, “When was this? Recently?”
She gives you a worried look, before turning around to see Sunghoon and then turning back to you. “Last, uh, Saturday?”
Saturday. Last Saturday. That was only four days ago. Four days ago you were FaceTiming him while he was helping you with your physics homework. Four days ago was when you asked if he could help you finally get over the Jungwon situation, and he told you that he really wanted to help because he couldn’t stand to see you so hurt. Four days ago was when you told Yuna you think you have a crush on him.
Stepping away, you give one last glane at Sunghoon. “I can't believe you,” you mutter, before turning around and storming away. You tell yourself the reason why you didn’t go up to him and scream in his face is because of the attention you would have gained, but it isn’t; you’re too scared to face him because you were already warned about him ages ago. As funny as it sounds, you should have listened to Jungwon.
“What?! Chaeryeong? Our Chaeryeong?” Yuna chokes on her water, surprised.
“Yeah,” you sigh, scribbling away in your notebook. “I’m not really bothered about that, I mean she can sleep with whoever she wants. It’s just, I really thought there was something between me and Sunghoon.” 
Yuna kisses her teeth before shaking her head. “Even I thought there was. Why is he always with you if he’s sleeping with other girls?” Her body simultaneously shivers with yours. “That’s just gross.”
“Maybe he just sees me as a friend. You know in those romance books where the hot guy who gets all the girls appreciates the girl who doesn’t wanna have sex with him and likes hanging around with her?”
“Y/N, they always end up falling in love.”
“Oh. Well, that’s not happening, is it?” You slouch in your seat. 
Jungwon walks into the room, and you smile at Yuna, happy to know that he’s back on his feet. You wait for him to say the same thing he always does when he walks past you to get to his seat. Anxiously, your foot taps on the ground as you nibble on your bottom lip, your eyes not moving from Jungwon’s.
Yuna taps you and leans in to whisper, “You can see it now, right?” Her eyebrows giggle, a huge smirk on her lips.
You cringe at what she said, refusing to let her silly thoughts get to your head. “Shut up,” you mutter, before turning back to see Jungwon talking to another classmate. You hate to admit it, but your eyes do linger on him a little longer. You can’t help but notice the long, dark strands of hair that almost cover his eyes. His nose and jawline are sharp, contrary to his soft and small lips. Your eyes trail down to his Adam's apple as he speaks, and you watch as it bobs up and down attentively. It’s strange that you’ve known Jungwon for so long, yet you’ve never actually taken the time out of your day to really look at him. Because he’s actually really good looking.
“See?” Yuna giggles, slapping your arm playfully. “You’re staring.”
Your head darts to her direction with wide eyes. “I’m just waiting for him to come over.”
“Nu-uh, you’re finally listening to me. I told you he gets girls.” She motions for you to lean in closer while she whispers. “Last year, I peeked into his locker on Valentine’s Day, and I counted thirteen letters, Y/N. Thir-teen.” 
Thirteen girls gave Jungwon a love letter last year? You scoff, resting your chin on your palm as you look at him again. If they knew what you knew, that Jungwon is a total asshole, you bet they’d run far away from him. “I don’t get it. Is it just because of his looks? Are they that shallow?”
Yuna shrugs from beside you. “Well, I’ve heard a lot of good things about him.”
You laugh sarcastically, “Are you gonna talk about the time he helped that one new student when she dropped her books on the floor again?”
“Well, there’s that. But there are other things, too, that I’ve tried to tell you but you just turn down because you hate him so much. Like the time he stopped a boy from getting bullied. It was so cool, Y/N, he just shoved the bully in his shoulders and looked him right in the eyes and told him to fuck off.” 
Something twists in your stomach at that word. It reminds you of when Sunghoon asked if 
Jungwon is just a bully. You can’t be staring at him now, talking about all the good deeds he’s done and why all the girls in your school have a crush on him. He’s mean. He’s insulted you, belittled you, degraded you. You could go on and on about all the times Jungwon has hurt you and laughed in your face whenever he did. He’s a selfish, spoiled rich kid that derives entertainment from picking on you. And like all your friends warn you not to do, you react, dragging it out longer. Maybe if you just stayed silent in the first place, this would have never continued for so long. 
Blinking, you suddenly realise that Jungwon is batting his eyes at you right in front of your face. You gasp, furrowing your eyes and jerking back once you realise how close his face is to yours. Shit, you spaced out and he caught you staring.
“What you staring at, number 23?” He asks, his old grin back on his face.
“Number 23?”
“Class ranks are up on the board.” He explains, and your heart drops to your feet when you realise what he’s saying. “You know,” Jungwon gets up, hands in his pockets as he peers down at you with that familiar evil glint in his eyes. “I thought signing you up for chemistry club would at least get you into the teens. But you only moved up one spot? One?”
Okay, you may have wanted normal Jungwon back, but did his first strike have to be so harsh? Getting up, you realise your legs are trembling. Something inside of you is telling you not to bite back this time, that it’s not worth it. If you truly want this war to end, then you have to be the bigger person and back down. Pursing your lips, you simply walk past him to follow the crowd of students into the hallway to see the class rankings. 
“Oh. My. God, Y/N. You should have seen the look on his face!” Yuna laughs, but you can’t join her. It was embarrassing to let him talk down to you like that. You wish you said something, but this needs to end. This is the first step you need to take.
“Let’s just focus on our class rankings for now.” You say, approaching the wall. 
Although Jungwon made fun of your rank, you have to hide a smile when you see it. It’s not high at all, but at least you’ve improved. With everything that’s been going on recently, you need something positive to cling onto. You pull out your phone to call your mum about your improvement, excited to hear about how proud she’ll be. 
But a voice from behind stops you. You can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, and your heart immediately starts doing backflips. “23rd? That means I’m going to have to spend a lot more time tutoring you, right?” His voice is uplifted, and that pisses you off even more.
Turning around, you furrow your brows and fold your arms. “Really? Are you just going to pretend that–”
Sunghoon, with his hands buried in his pockets and his lips pursed, shrugs. “I asked you what we are, and you just left.” 
That is very true. You did, quite rudely, leave. You erased that part of your day from your mind, and even avoided writing it down in your diary. All you needed was time, because the following week was when you and Yuna figured out what your feelings are towards him. Sighing, you answer. “I know.”
“I helped you break–” he pulls on your blazer to drag the two of you away from the crowd as he leans in to whisper, “I helped you break Jungwon's bike. I know you think that that's a normal thing for a guy like me, but it isn't. I don't go around, smashing people's things, you know. I did that for you, and all I got was a little thank you text.”
Everything he's saying is true, and that's frustrating you further.
“You can't be mad about who I sleep with, Y/N. I've been hovering around for so long, and still, the only guy you think of is Jungwon.”
“What are you even hanging around for, though? Jungwon he-he told me that you treat girls like trophies. I thought–” The eye contact Sunghoon holds with you is intense, he doesn't turn away once. You're too scared to break it because you've never seen him this serious before. 
“So you believed him over me? Someone that you ‘hate’ over a friend? You didn't even bring that up with me, Y/N!" He whisper-shouts, pressing an arm against the lockers beside him so that he can lower his head to meet yours. “You need to ask yourself what's your deal with Jungwon, because I'm not sure you really know what it is.” Gently, he lets go of your blazer and dusts it down with his hands, causing you to blush intensely. 
“You're gonna keep me up all night because of this, now, you know that, right?” You chuckle sarcastically, keeping your eyes on his hand that's lingering above yours. 
He chuckles back, “I know.” His hand stops hovering, and goes back to his pocket.
Looking up at him, you smile endearingly. “We can still be friends, right? Even if whatever this is doesn't sort out the way we want it to, you'll still be my friend.”
"Ayyyyy,” Sunghoon laughs, but it seems forced, and presses a finger into your shoulder. “You're just saying that for the free tutoring lessons.” 
Dear diary,
I hate Jungwon.
You groan into your arms after you realise what you've just written, disappointed in yourself. It's embarrassing to admit that Sunghoon is right, that Jungwon is constantly on your mind. If it's not the awful things he's said, or the stupid pranks he's played, then it's the way he puckers his lips together when he snorts out a laughter, or the way he wiggles his brows at you to try and piss you off. You've probably never even scratched the surface of Jungwon's mind, yet he somehow lives in yours constantly.
A ping from your phone distracts you from your thoughts.
jung_1: my tire popped
you: and?
jung_1: use your daddy skills to come and fix it
you: if u think u can jus tell me what to do ???? then you're vv wrong :/
jung_1: u came before what's wrong this time?
you: im busy
jung_1: so am i but i can't get anything done without my bike
you: u need to get it checked out professionally
ik u have some weird attachment issues to it but fixing the brakes and tires isn't enough to get that thing up and running again
jung_1: well, miss 23, unlike u i have a brain
fixing everything one at a time v slowly will work eventually
patience is key
so can u jus come already
you: what's in it for me?
jung_1: idk wtf
you: do i look like a dog to u
jung_1: idk??? u name it ill get whatever u want
you: ok fine whatever
After you get dressed to go to Jungwon's house, you scribble one last thing into your diary before you go. 
Let's hope that when I come back, I won't be saying that I hate him again.
With a bag of food from your mum to give to Jungwon's parents, you ring his doorbell hesitantly. You will never get over the difference between your house and his despite the fact that you two live just a few houses away from each other. While yours is small and cosy with a garden full of roses and apple trees, Jungwon's stands tall—so modern that it doesn't even have a front garden, it's all just rock hard concrete. 
Opening the door you're met with a sour face when Jungwon looks you up and down. “What's that?” He asks, pointing at your carrier bag.
You inwardly sigh, reminding yourself of the trouble he's putting himself through because of you. “Homemade kimbap.” You hand it to him and he takes it cautiously, eyeing the bag like you hid a bomb in it. “Relax, my mum made it.”
Jungwon's head pops right up when you say that, and you swear his lips are trying their best not to pull up into a smile. Clearing his throat, however, he returns to his normal bitter expression and brushes his hair out of his gaze. “Whatever, come inside while I get dressed.” 
It's only when Jungwon mentions it that you look down and notice that he’s only wearing a pair of underwear. Making a mental note to never visit a teenage boy's house unannounced again, you awkwardly hop inside and sit on the kitchen counter that he directs you to wait at. 
While Jungwon is away, you're left with the housemaid. You've always guessed that they had one, yet you've never seen her leave the house before. Anyone could mistake this for slavery, how scary. 
“Are you Jungwon's friend?” She asks, opening the bag of kimbap that you brought. You nod, deciding it's best not to explain your confusing and infuriating situation to Jungwon's housemaid, and she smiles endearingly, taking out the food. “I'm surprised. He's only ever brought those two hooligans over.”
“Jeongseong and Heeseung?” You ask, chuckling.
She laughs with you at the mention of Jungwon's awful friends who you are secretly afraid of. “They're like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, them two. It's nice to see that some of his friends are sane.” As soon as she unwraps and sees the food, however, the housemaid gasps, a repelled look on her face.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, worried.
“Jungwon can't eat this, it isn't fresh.”
You open your mouth to explain that it had only just been cooked a few hours ago, but choose not to. This is Jungwon's rich and snobby lifestyle, there's no point arguing with someone who knows him a lot better than you do.
“What a waste,” she sighs, “I'll just have to throw it away.” You really want to yell at the woman for disrespecting your mother's food, but the thought of Jungwon's parents catching you screaming at their trusted maid through a secret camera and suing you scares you too much to do so.
But just before she's able to throw it away, Jungwon appears in a zipped up coat and joggers, an arm in front of the bin. “No, no, no, no, Mrs Kim, it's okay.” He says softly, a hand resting on her back as he smiles at her.
Smiles. Like, really smiles. He's acting so gentle around her it's scaring you. Lightly, he takes the dish from her hands and settles it on the middle counter opposite you. He doesn't look up, he just opens the tinfoil and lets his jaw drop slightly at the kimbap your mum forced you to roll for him. You'll never let him know that, though.
“Jungwon, it isn't fresh, you'll get sick.” Mrs Kim retorts, but he's already digging one out. You and Mrs Kim both silently watch Jungwon eat his food contently, and you hate to say it but he eats in such a cute way. His cheeks puff out and he takes such small nibbles of the food, like he's savouring it all. 
“Your mum made this?” He asks, his eyes wide. 
A little thrown off by him, you play with the strings of your jacket. “Uh, yeah. She just told me to bring this when I said I was coming over.” You answer awkwardly. He isn’t throwing any insults at you, and that’s something you still haven’t gotten used to. 
He raises his brows while nodding, continuing to eat his food, leaving you and Mrs Kim standing beside each other in an odd silence. That is, until she leans in to whisper something to you. “He’s never eaten my kimbap so happily before, I wonder what your mum put in this one.” There’s a scowl on her face as bitterness lingers around her words.
You chuckle breathlessly, not really sure why Jungwon’s devouring your mum’s kimbap either. “It’s nothing special.”
Jungwon eyes the two of you before mumbling, “Stop staring.” and grabbing the rest of the food and making his way towards the door. You hesitantly scuttle behind him after giving Mrs Kim an undeserved bow. What a rude woman.
“How’d you pop it?” You ask, staring at the tire in horror as you realise the inner tube is punctured and this is going to be a very long job.
He chuckles, rubbing his hand at the nape of his neck, “Uh, I left my glass out and when I was pushing the bike it kinda just rolled over it.”
Sighing, you give him a defeated expression, “Seriously? You just added to the list of things that I’ve already broken.”
You have to stop your breath for a second in order to hide the look of down right fear on your face as you almost slipped the crime you committed. “List of things that need fixing, I mean.” You shake your head and tut, trying to act out feign annoyance. Slowly, you peer over to Jungwon to see if he’s caught on, and he’s just staring blankly. Clearing your throat, you decide changing the topic is your best option right now. “Uhm, do you have a puncture kit?”
Jungwon, after a very long staredown, eventually replies and hands over the kit to you. You have to thank the skies for not throwing you under the bus because that was way too close. Even your hands are shaking a little as you open the kit and get on your knees, the nerves making you very tense. You don’t even have the courage to start up a conversation, and so the two of you work in silence like you did the last time. 
After about an hour in, Jungwon speaks up. “My parents bought this for me.” 
Ignoring the way you jumped at the way his voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, you scoff. “Well, it’s not like you’ve had to work a day in your life to earn enough money to buy this.”
The dark haired boy huffs, clearly vexed. “No, I mean, they actually bought it. Like it wasn’t just a written cheque, or money into my bank account, or bought online. They flew to Thailand with me to buy it.” He explains, and when you turn to him, his eyes are boring into yours. 
“Okay, and?” You chuckle again, not really paying much mind to his words and focusing on your work instead. It’s just a bike, what is he trying to say that’s so important?
Abruptly, he brings his hand to his laps and flashes you an offended look. Worried that you’ve pressed the wrong buttons, you stop too, quietly letting him continue. “You asked why I only wanted your dad’s help. I’m answering you, okay?”
“Okay, I get it.” 
“It’s- they don’t do that, they don’t go out with me for..me.” You still don’t have a clue what he’s talking about, but you nod anyway. “This bike, it’s the only reminder I have at this point that my parents love- not love, but, ugh, you know what I mean.” He rambles, playing with the strings of his tracksuit bottoms nervously.
Trying your very best to put the pieces together, you tilt your head and ask, “You don’t think your parents love you?”
“I mean, yeah,” he panics, “I’m sure they do, but they’re not like your parents, for example.”
“My parents?” Well, now you’re really lost.
Jungwon sighs, averting his gaze from you to the bike. “You know, like my dad never taught me the things yours did. My parents never dropped me off to school like yours did. My mum doesn’t even know how to cook..” He mumbles, his voice slowly drifting off with each sentence. 
“Jungwon,” you furrow your brows, “Have you been..comparing your parents to mine all these years?” Now that you think about it, there have been many times where you would be talking to your parents, and from the corner of your eye you’d stop Jungwon staring. You’ve always brushed it off, not wanting to think about the boy any more than you needed to, but now you’re thinking that maybe you should have. It’s common knowledge that money doesn’t buy you happiness, and you and Yuna have always blamed Jungwon’s lavish lifestyle for his bitchiness. But lonliness? That’s soemthing you’ve never associated with him. 
Jungwon lets out a groan, before picking up a screwdriver again. “No.” He mutters under his breath, before turning his back to you completely.
Not wanting to prod at the situation any further, you hesitantly get back to work, too.
It’s been three hours since the two of you started working on the bike. Out of fear that Jungwon had caught on to what you said about you being the culprit, you tried helping him fix the other parts of the motorcycle, too. (Albeit your lack of knowledge of how to do so.) The alleyway has been silent for hours, the only noises were your uncomfortable giggles, shaky breaths and your nails tapping against anything they could find. Jungwon didn’t ask about your slip up, so you are hoping to God that he has no doubt about you because that would just be a one way ticket to jail. 
You don’t even realise that it’s 8pm, dark, and absolutely freezing until you find yourself shivering and brushing up your hands against your bare arms. Jungwon probably hears your chattering teeth as he looks over and juts his chin out at you. “You cold?” He asks, expressionless.
You nod immediately, standing up to stretch your legs and shake them to circulate some warmth around you. The only light the two of you have is the spotlight above you and it’s wearing out a little, making it difficult to see. “Just a little.”
Jungwon eyes your outfit, “You should have brought a coat,” he mutters, before doing the absolute unexpected.
Slack-jawed, you watch Jungwon unzip his puffer coat and hand it to you like it was normal for him to do so. With furrowed brows, you stand still, trying to find the catch behind his actions. “What?” He grumbles. “You’d rather freeze?”
Crossing your arms, you laugh at him. Seeing your breath fog up in the air, you start to reconsider declining his offer. “The last time you offered me a coat, Jungwon, it was from a dumpster. Everyone laughed at me because I had no idea and I wore it the entire PE session.” You explained, hoping he’d catch on to your lack of trust in him.
“Well, this isn’t from a dumpster, so just take it.” His arm is still extended, but you can’t bring yourself to take it from him.
“Just because I’ve come over to help you a few times,” you glare at him, “it doesn’t mean we’re friends now. This isn’t enough for me to forget everything you’ve done to me, Jungwon.” Saying this out loud to him for the first time feels weird. Neither of you have ever confronted each other about your situation. It’s always been avoided. 
Jungwon pulls his arm back towards him, before taking a few steps towards you. “I never said we’re friends, just take the fucking coat.” He curses aggressively, making you flinch a little.
But the two of you are fully aware that you won’t back down from anything without a fight. “I don’t want your coat, Jungwon. It’s bad enough that I’m here, fixing something that you have enough money to do yourself. I don’t need your stupid pity either.”
Chuckling in disbelief, Jungwon rolls his eyes and shoves the coat into your arms. “Again, all I asked was for you to fix the tire. You chose to stay longer. I told you last time that you’re more than welcome to leave if you don’t wanna be here!” He yells at you.
Jungwon has never shouted at you before. It’s always been snarky comments and childish insults. This is new, and you’re not really sure how to react to it.
“Fine! I will leave! I can’t believe I fucking rolled that kimbap for you myself because I was scared you hadn’t eaten anything.” You shout back, throwing his coat on the floor before storming to his gate. “You’re never going to change, are you?” You mumble, while trying to open his gate. 
Suddenly, you feel Jungwon’s hand belligerently pull your shoulder back so you can face him as his fingers tightly grip around your upper arm. His face is merely inches away from yours, eyes piercing right through you like a new found anger has lit inside of him. “I’ve not changed? I literally just offered you my coat.”
“Oh, wow, you’re such a saint, Jungwon.” You seethe, despite the fear running through your blood at the intensity of his glare. “What about me? Huh? I helped you fix half of your bike, I put up with the shitty chemistry club stunt you pulled on me, I helped make your food-”
“And I am trying my best to return the favour!” He snaps again, letting go of your arm.
It’s not until then that you notice a delivery driver parked right outside of Jungwon’s house. Looking over at him, you notice the bags of food in his hands as he awkwardly smiles at the two of you. Your gaze shifts between Jungwon and the driver a few times. “You ordered this?” You ask, pointing at the man who's given up smiling and is now impatiently waiting for you both to collect your food. “For us?”
“I don't like burgers.” He spits, picking up his coat off the ground to pull out his wallet.
While Jungwon is apologising and paying the delivery driver, you stare at your feet in regret. That was way too stubborn of you. Jungwon really was just trying to be helpful by giving you his coat, but you were too prideful to take it. You thought you were better than this, you thought you were better than him. Maybe this issue has always been a two-sided conflict and you've just been too angry to see otherwise.
“Here,” he hands you the bag, and this time you take it reluctantly. 
Pulling out the box to open it, you're met with a fresh little burger meal. It's not much. Hell, it's nothing at all since you're sure Jungwon can afford way more than this cheap rubbish. But it still warps a guilt around your body so twisted you feel too sick to eat the meal. 
A gasp falls from your lips as soon as it hits you; as soon as the realisation of why the bike Jungwon adores so much hits you. He’s connected to it emotionally. It’s the only form of love he’s ever gotten. And you broke it. You can’t believe you broke something so precious to someone. The silence is thick. You can't bring yourself to look at him. There's only one thing running through your mind right now.
He deserves to know what you did.
Your chest feels heavy as Jungwon goes back to sitting on the ground and working on his bike. Agitation punches at your heart while its beats echoes around your head.
He needs to know what you did.
Biting your nails, you turn around to face him. He's been working so hard for days, and it's all because of you. You went too far, and he's paying the consequences—when it should be you. Clearing your throat, you waste no time telling him. 
“I did it.”
Jungwon's hands stop moving, but his gaze remains on the motorcycle.  
“I broke your..I broke your motorbike.” You say hurriedly before nibbling on your bottom lip. He still doesn't move. “It wasn't just me, but I did pretty much most of it.” 
You wait for him to lash out and scream at you, to call the police and have you locked away for life. You wait for him to cry, or yell, or insult you. Anything. But instead he does nothing.
He just quietly says. “Get out.”
“Jungwon, I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell–”
“I said get out.” His voice is low and empty.
He cuts you off by darting his head towards your direction and glowering at you. So you decide to leave.
Dear diary,
I messed up. Big time.
With not enough energy in your system to write anymore in your diary due to the hours of homework you’ve just spent, you pull out your phone instead. Opening Instagram, you decide to aimlessly scroll through your friends’ stories.
First up is Ryujin—dolled up and singing into the camera with a few other girls you mildly recognise. There must be a party, you think. Swiping, you see a picture of Yeji and her boyfriend with red paper cups in their hands, smiling really cheesily. You chuckle at the photo, swiping up and replying to her story with “couple goals fr”. The next video on Yeji’s story, however, forces you to sit up in your chair.
While it seems like a normal video of a normal high school party with Yeji and Jisu dancing away and screaming to the music, your eyes can’t help but wander to the person dancing by themself in the background.
Yang Jungwon. And he’s alone.
This throws you off completely, because from the few parties you’ve visited and from what you’ve seen on people’s stories, Jungwon’s always been one of the lives of the party. He’s always in his huge group of school friends, dancing in the middle of the room, screaming into the microphones, spraying people with water guns. Jungwon was in fact one of the reasons you don’t go to parties often, because you can’t escape his loud personality. So seeing him in the corner, alone, with a bland expression on his face, you feel your heart sink.
And for some reason, you find yourself throwing on an outfit, fixing your hair, putting on some makeup and rushing out the doors.
“Hey!” Yeji approaches you, squeezing your side. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, we would have got my man to pick you up!” She screams over the music, looking at you excitedly. 
Before you can answer her, Yeji’s dragging you further into the house. “It’s been so long since you’ve come to a party, Y/N!” She cheers, putting down her drink to hold onto your other hand and start dancing with you. Smiling awkwardly, you dance along a little, but your eyes keep batting around the room, searching for that one familiar face. Yeji leans forward to yell into your ear, “Is something wrong?!” 
You wince at the volume of her voice, flinching away in fear that she’ll damage your eardrum if she shouts any louder. “I’m fine! Have you seen-?!”
“Sunghoon?!” Yeji asks, both of your bodies still swaying along to the music. “Chaeryeong told us you broke it off with him! That’s why she’s over there with him now!” She points over to the kitchen where the two of them are. You watch as Chaeryeong giggles at whatever Sunghoon is saying, leaning into his taller frame and shyly touching his forearm. 
Well, that was quick of him to move on. 
Yeji holds onto both of your arms before looking into your eyes endearingly, “Do you still like him?! You know, we really need to talk about stuff like this more!” She explains as you squint your eyes, the LED flashing lights and blaring music making it difficult to focus on what she’s saying. “I miss our girly talks where we’d all talk about boys, and-!”
“Y/N!” Yuna appears from your left, immediately hugging you as she does. “You should have told me you were coming, we could have got Yeji’s boyfriend to pick you up!”
You and Yeji giggle at Yuna repeating the same phrase—realising that your whole friend group practically rely on Yeji’s boyfriend for travel. “It’s fine, I just came here for-!”
“Sunghoon?!” She asks, giving you an empathetic look. “He’s with Chaeryeong!” 
Now why does everyone assume you’re here for Sunghoon?
“No, I’m here for Jungwon!”
“What?!” Both your friends yell in unison, animating their confusion with their furrowed brows and cringed noses. 
Yuna eyes Yeji a little worriedly before she bends down to speak in your ear. “You’re not going to confess, are you?” Unfortunately, you haven’t given your best friend the news of what happened between you and your so-called-enemy, so you chuckle awkwardly when she asks. “Because my parents will kill me if they find out, Y/N.”
You shake your head and offer her a fake smile, “No, don’t worry, I just need to speak to him.”
Reluctantly, she lets you go and you search the house for Jungwon. But instead, you’re met with another distraction. Perfect.
You don’t even need to turn around to know that a certain black-haired tall boy is stoof behind you as you recognise the feeling of his chest almost pressed against your back. Sighing aggravatingly, you turn around to meet him. “Hey.”
Sunghoon takes a few seconds to respond, his eyes roaming your face and outfit longingly. “It’s been awhile!” He shouts, giggling at the awkwardness of having to speak over the music before stuffing his hands in his jean pockets. “You look really nice!”
“I said, you look really nice!” He repeats, this time a beautiful smile washing over his strong features. He grins at you, smiling so wide you get a perfect view of his teeth and tiny eyes.
“Thank you! So do you!” You laugh, but your smile turns sour once you remember your last conversation with him and the reason why you’re here. 
Swiftly, Sunghoon pulls you by your waist, taking you by surprise. Keeping your attention on him distracted you from the shift in music from EDM to a much slower song, so when Sunghoon tugs you to dance with him, you’re panicking. His fingers hold you softly, barely touching you at all, and when you look up into his eyes, they’re already staring back down at you. He’s perfect; practically everything anyone wants in a partner. So why is Jungwon still the only person on your mind right now?
The room is a lot quieter now, so the two of you don’t need to scream in each other’s faces anymore. Thank God for that. 
“Who did you dress up for, pretty?” Your cheeks can’t help but flare up at the pet name, and you have to purse your lips from smiling like a child. “It definitely wasn’t for me, was it?” There’s a sad smile to his lips, causing you to break the heavy eye contact.
“I just didn’t want to stick out, that’s all. It’d be weird if I came in normal clothes.” Mumbling, you notice the way Sunghoon lets go of your waist with one hand, only to interlock it with yours. 
“So if you didn’t come here to party, why’d you come?” He asks, and all of a sudden the spinning is starting to make you a little dizzy.
You gaze up at him with round eyes, knowing full well that he’s aware of why you came here. You hate the fact that he’s forcing you to say it out loud—to come to terms with your emotions that you absolutely despise right now. Your life could be so much easier if you really did have feelings for Sunghoon (despite the fact that Chaeryeong likes him too, maybe that would have been a bit messy) because showing up to a loud, rowdy place like this for a boy who absolutely hates your guts is just too complicated for your heart to handle.
Liking Sunghoon would have been easier, and even though you’re dancing in his arms right now, you’re still choosing Jungwon.
“I need to tell him.”
“About the motorbike or about your feelings?” 
You gulp, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I already told him about the bike. So now I need to apologise.”
“He’s hurt you, Y/N, really bad. I don’t get why you picked him.” His face is stern, making you tug your bottom lip between your teeth.
Slowly, you let go of Sunghoon’s hand, and take his other off your waist. Looking up at him, you offer him a heartfelt smile before resting your hands on his chest. You take in a deep breath before looking up at him directly and say, “Neither do I.”
And like the two of you are some characters ripped out of the pages of a novel, you break away from each other, time slowing down as you walk away from him. Seeing Chaeryeong latch onto him while you walk backwards puts you at ease a little, you hope he sees the charm in your friend, you really do. 
You’ve been searching for Jungwon for around ten minutes now, and you figure he’s left since you can’t go too far in a house, can you? You end up proving yourself wrong, however, when you walk into the upstairs balcony and spot him staring into the view. 
Quietly, you lean against the balcony beside him, keeping your eyes on him in case he makes an indication that he wants you to leave.
With his gaze locked onto the city, not even sparing you a glance, Jungwon sighs deeply. “What are you doing here?”
“I just needed some fresh air,” You lie, unable to muster up the courage to explain the real reason.
“Okay, well, I think you’ve breathed in enough and you can leave now.” He mutters through jarred teeth. He looks just as angry as the day you told him about the motorbike, the steam still whistling at the top of his head. His jaw is shut tight, making his jawline look sharp enough to stab you with, and his eyes are doing their own damage to the sky with how narrow he’s piercing them.
Turning to face him, you instinctively reach out your hand to hold his arm, “Jungwon, I’m sor-”
Of course he recoils his arm away and of course he gives you a disgusted look. It’s only natural—you kind of deserve this. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
His tone flicks a switch inside of you unknowingly as you retort, “I was just apologising?”
“No, you don’t get to apologise,” He points at you with one hand, his other leaning against the balcony frame. His brows are lowered and his tongue is occasionally poking the inside of his cheek. “You broke my..you broke my bike.” His voice breaks, and you notice the way his bottom lip quivers. “My bike. Do you know…do you know how many memories me and my parents made in Thailand? My dad taught me how to ride it, and my mum sat at the back of it while I drove on the beach and..” He sniffles, bringing up his hand to wipe at his eyes before turning away from you. “And then out of all people you ended up helping me fix it. You’re messed up, that’s-that’s not normal.” He mutters, in between quick and raspy breaths.
Watching the scene unfold in front of you, your eyes begin to tear up, too. You made Jungwon cry again. That’s twice. That’s one more than he’s done. Just when you thought you brought the old Jungwon back you broke him again. Seeing his shoulders shudder as he cries quietly into his hands has you clutching onto your chest tightly in hopes you don’t break, too.
“I’m sorry..” You whisper.
“You don’t get to say that!” He repeats, shouting into his hands. 
“But, I mean it,” you say a little louder, wiping away the tears that managed to slip out to keep your voice as still as possible.
Hastily, Jungwon turns back around, “No, you don’t get to say that because..” The dark haired boy brings down his hands to reveal his face. You’ve never seen him like this; eyes soaked and his nose red and swollen. “Because it should be me. And that’s why I’m so mad.”
“It should be you? Apologising?” You ask, unconsciously inching towards him, unaware of how close your bodies are.
His eyes wander around your face for a little while before he sucks in a deep breath, “Yeah, whatever.” Sniffling, he turns his head back to the view of the city. “Obviously, you only did that because of me.”
“No, Jungwon, that was something personal to you. I-I went too far.”
Taking you by surprise, he groans into his hand loudly before looking back at you again. “You didn’t know that it was personal!” He yells, forcing you to jerk your head back a little with wide eyes. “You didn’t know that because we don’t know each other! We don’t-!” His chest heaves laboriously as his brown eyes bore deep into yours. “We’ve known each other for so long, longer than Heeseung or Jongseong or..Sunghoon.” He mumbles the last part, his lips forming into a pout. 
“Yet we don’t know anything about each other?” You finish off his sentence, making sure to keep the eye contact this time, because now is the time to let it all out. Now is the time for the two of you to confront the stupid situation you’ve trapped yourselves in for years. “I know,” You whisper, before pursing your lips, trying not to spill out every thought running through your mind right now.
You spot the way the shape of Jungwon’s eyes change from slitting to more rounded. Theyre large and round at the front but pull out at the sides, similar to those of a cat. For some reason, his eyes are comforting. 
“Yeah..” He lets out a shaky breath. “All I know is that you’re this girl that lives across the street that has the most perfect life.”
You scoff, “Well, if you call bad grades and single-”
“You have parents that hug you every morning when you leave the house for school. You have friends that will stick by you even when you ask them to do something as stupid as break your neighbour’s bike.” You both chuckle at that bit. “You’re just.. I’ve always wanted to have that. Sometimes I think of what it would be like if I switched places with you.”
Naturally, you respond with, “Well, if you had to deal with a certain someone that makes you hate leaving your house everyday, I don’t think you’d want to be me.” You laugh at your joke, before noticing the way Jungwon’s face drops. Shit—he’s the certain someone. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like-”
“No you did. That’s why you broke my bike.” He says firmly, and the urge to look away pushes through and you turn your head away from him. 
You should know by now to always expect the unexpected when it comes from Jungwon. Because the next thing you hear is a muffled snort followed by a soft laughter. Looking back at him, you’re perplexed. Was this a joke? Was this all just another prank? Does he really have no feelings? Are the police waiting at the bottom of the house to lock you away for years? 
Jungwon breaks into an even louder laughter when he sees your expression, resting his elbows on the balcony rail and burying his head into his hands to try and quieten himself down. “I’m sorry,” he giggles, shaking his head, “It’s just.. I was such an asshole to you. My bike getting broken was just karma if you think about it.”
“Are you saying you deserve it?” You ask doubtfully, scared you’re dipping into hot water.
“It feels like it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how shocked you were when I was being nice for once. Like, I was really that bad, huh?”
You join in on his laughter, “We shouldn’t be laughing about this.” You say, before taking another look at Jungwon and bursting into another fit of giggles with him at the same time.
This is weird. Your arms are bumping against each other, you’re laughing so much your cheeks and throat are sore, and you can’t stop gazing into Jungwon’s eyes as you both smile with each other. You know. You’ve known since Sunghoon told you that you think about Jungwon way more than you should. You’ve known since the first time your legs touched each other accidentally that day you were fixing his bike. You’ve known since the time you watched him happily munch away on your mum’s kimbap. 
You know exactly why your heart is racing right now. Racing for the idiot you’ve been hating since you were eleven years old. Racing for your so-called-enemy of six years. Racing for the guy that just laughed about how badly he’s treated you. You’re so dumb, catching feelings for someone like Jungwon. Your cheeks should not be burning right now. He’s just Jungwon, you try to remind yourself.
Buried deep in your thoughts, you didn’t even realise the two of you have stopped laughing. It’s only now that you notice Jungwon’s eyes flickering between yours and your lips, and that he’s steadily leaning towards you. If your heart was racing before, it’s sprinting down a freaking marathon now. You stay still, waiting to see (or feel) whatever happens next. You’re too scared to initiate anything in case you freak the boy out and he backs away. Because what reason would he have to lean in right now? What reason would he have to like you back?
What reason would Yang Jungwon have to kiss you?
All of your questions fly out of the window as soon as his lips latch onto yours softly. Letting out a little gasp, although you were already expecting this, your hand flies to the balcony rail immediately. This is your first kiss. You always expected it to be more romantic; on a date with a guy in the park, or under a sakura tree at schoo. You never thought you’d kiss someone a few minutes after watching them cry their eyes out.
His lips are soft, though, so you close your eyes to feel them more. A hand reaches the back of your head as he tilts his head, a shaky breath blowing into yours. You can’t help but smile into the kiss, giggling at how inexperienced you both are. You both pull away, and you’re a little disappointed at the lack of..well..kissing there was. You’re pretty sure your lips are actually supposed to move in a kiss. So, pulling on every string of courage you have, you place your hands on either side of his shoulders and pull Jungwon in for a second round. This time, you tilt your head and open your lips a little, your stomach filling with butterflies when Jungwon lets out a sigh of relief against you. His movements are gentle, and the tenderness of his small lips opening and closing within yours causes your head to spin a little. He’s a little too good at this, his thumbs rubbing circles on either side of your waist making you feel all mushy inside. 
You hate him. You hate how good he is at kissing even though it’s his first time.
Pulling away, you can’t help but cover your face. Jungwon giggles at you quietly, making your body heat up even more. You feel his hands clasp around your wrists as he prys them away from your face, shoving his right in yours. You’ve never seen this expression on his face before. His cheeks are bright red and puffed out, his lips are a little puffy and his eyes are rounder than you’ve ever seen them before. A genuine, really pretty smile sits on his lips as he speaks up again.
“We cannot tell anyone about this.”
A/N: AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT’S DONE!!!!!! pls pls pls lmk what u thought of this i would appreciate it so much !!!
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jungwoniie · 2 days ago
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how enhypen views you
𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆. to heeseung, you’re his princess. in other words your the person who he loves to cater to. from cuddling to taking late night walks to get you something from the convenience store. heeseung would anything and everything for you. since the beginning of your dating he has always clinged on to you for the longest.
𝐉𝐀𝐘. to jay, you’re his world. the day you both met was a dream. the most perfect dream one could ever imagine. jay has always been fond of you and the person you were so the same day you met he promised you that he would do anything for you, in an exaggerated tone of “life or death.” in simpler words jay revolves around you and loves you very deeply.
𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄. to jake, you’re his partner in crime. it’s an unspoken rule between you too that you have to do everything, within limits, together. from teasing niki to helping him practice in the hybe dance studio. jake can’t live without you, it’s to the point where if you both don’t see each other for days, he’ll call you every single day just to keep that presence between you too together forever.
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍. to sunghoon, you’re his reason for living. sunghoon has always lived a quiet life, he never experienced new things until he met you. even when he’s uncomfortable with the new you make it a more palatable experience. when he thinks of you, he finds a will to live life. you’re his muse for life.
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎. to sunoo, you’re his reason to smile. although sunoo is the bubbly personality of the group, sometimes it takes a toll on his mental health because he wants to kept that light and happy feeling to the group. and on those days where he feels horrible about himself and starts feeling insecure, you brighten his day which brings his true smile back to life.
𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍. to jungwon, you’re his safety blanket. knowing that jungwon is the leader, it’s hard for him to express his emotions to everyone since he has this strong image of what a leader should be. but that’s when you come in. your presence brings him comfort and allows him to express how he feels in great detail knowing that you will bring that sadness and worry to a halt.
𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈. to niki, you’re his bestfriend. even though you both are dating, he finds a safety in telling you his worries, coming to during struggling times, and having someone just to talk to just because. niki sees you as the only person who can understand him for who is and not just what he shows to fans and the world.
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unedited :)
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goldenhypen · 2 days ago
## [6:22pm] — yang jungwon
↳ hugs with wonie <3
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as jungwon walked out of the practice room, his eyes landed on you as you waited for him, seated just a bit outside the door. his face immediately lit up, and he didn’t waste any time making his way to you just a few steps away.
“hi,” you said softly followed by a small greeting from him. “how was your day?”
he wrapped his arms around you before answering, “pretty tiring, but it’s a lot better now.”
your head was nestled in his chest before you felt his lips make contact with your forehead in a gentle kiss.
“how was yours?” he asked.
“same—pretty exhausting, but i’m happy, now that i’m with you.”
you felt as his hold around you tightened slightly before relaxing again as he let out a satisfied sigh.
you were about to let go of your own hold around him but his next words stopped you before you could, “can we just stay like this for a little longer?”
this caused you to smile and you squeezed his torso tighter, reassuring him.
he rested his head on top of yours and you two stayed in that position for a long moment.
eventually, he pulled away slightly, only to leave a soft kiss on your forehead again.
he looked into your loving eyes before speaking, “thanks, i really needed this.”
you let out a small laugh before shaking your head, “you don’t need to thank me, silly. and i needed this, too, so really, i should be thanking you.”
this caused him to let out a soft laugh, one of the sweetest, most precious sounds in the world to you.
with you still in his arms, he breathed out, “i love you.”
and you smiled, immediately telling him back, “i love you, too.”
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a/n. oh what i would do to have a hug from wonie rn :( <//3
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seungstarss · 2 days ago
𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 — sim jaeyun
wc: 3.5k
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— 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 (𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐮)
paring. son of hephaestus! jake x child of demeter! reader
genre. fluff, jake is an actual softie bye, blacksmith/craftsman! jake, angst
synopsis. a sleep-deprived jake stumbles across the flower garden you created near the backside of your dormitory and accidentally sets it on fire.
warnings. like one swear word, traumatic childhood (fire)
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trou·vaille /tro͞oˈvī/
(n.) something lovely discovered by chance
It appeared to be ingrained into every young child's imagination after hearing myth after myth of pure defamation of the God of fire and forgery. Contrary to popular belief, the son of Hephaestus wasn't hideous — he was far from it. Jake was a handsome fellow whose striking features weren't broadcasted schoolwide like the children of aphrodite and were left underappreciated. Rumors surrounding the young blacksmith flew around campus, with some glorifying him with the best-known demigod compliment — "he's more stunning than any child of aphrodite." However, these rumors had no factual basis, and most people were never even given the chance to catch a slight glance of the hardworking boy.
Maybe if Jake stepped out of his workshop for once, things would be different. The boy spent most of his time cooped up in his own confinement, crafting and sharpening weapons in the student's best interest. He crafted custom weapons for the half-bloods and often took requests, referred to him by his messenger, Huening Kai, the son of Hermes. Young Kai admired Jake for his diligence and dedication to his own craftsmanship. The boy had even offered to deliver Jake's three meals to him instead of forcing him to step outside his workshop into the daylight.
The only time he'd ever travel out of his workshop was late at night to get back to his dormitory or early before sunrise. In the mornings, the cold startled Jake with its weightless menace, freezing his fingertips, making the grip on his materials painfully numb. Being the only child of Hephaestus blessed with pyrokinesis skills, he often found comfort casting small sparks of fire, momentarily heating his hands, relieving him from the sharp chill in the air.
Today was relatively quiet. There wasn't a single yelp from the battlegrounds nor the shooting range. Jake groaned at the sudden singing of a bird, accidentally chipping off an essential part of the polearm he was preparing for the young son of Athena. He often found it amusing how songbirds would erupt in screeches whenever he needed to concentrate.
Sighing, the boy checked his rusted pocket watch, which displayed 10:45 am, two whole hours away from lunch. Every second felt like an hour, slowed by his impatience, frightened by the endless stretch of the morning that didn't seem to end. Rubbing his ash-covered palms on his apron, Jake threw the polearm in the burning fire before making his way outside his workshop.
Sunlight slid across his face, making it appear angular, yet so smooth. The boy squinted at the sudden shift in environment and his own decisions—he was never the one who retrieved his materials. However, today, the songbirds had other plans for him.
Trudging past the shooting range, the boy stuck close to the overbearing trees of the forest, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. He never dealt well with it. The last time he recalled being surrounded by people was when he was just eight years old, standing in front of his burning house, everything set ablaze other than himself. He remembered the muffled screaming of his mother and the sharp ringing in his ears as he stood still, unable to move. Neighbours and firefighters swarmed his vision, shaking him without a single inch of pity, demanding answers. "It was an accident" was the only thing the boy could croak out.
Imported supplies were usually located near the backside of dormitory four: the children of Demeter's residence, which was around a kilometer away. Jake rubbed his eyes, barely keeping them open as he strolled down the foliage-covered trail. The boy didn't get a single minute of sleep, and it was evident on his face. Dark bags hung low below his eyes, and his thoughts wandered, staring off into space. He was used to it, the strenuous process of forging items late into the night, accompanied by his empty cans of caffeinated drinks. Jake really wasn't in the best state.
Upon arrival, he was wonderstruck. The backside of the dormitory was a well-kept garden with rich soil and apple trees running down the center. Around the garden was a fence decorated with tomato vines and flowers, colours ranging from burgundy to bright lilac. He admired the beauty, gaze fixed on the flowers as he ran his hands across the fence. It reminded him of his mother.
Her hair was shoulder length and a dark brown, usually wrapped up in a low bun. She held young Jake's hand as she led her son to the garden next to the rocky hill. Her smile brought warmth, and she often wore a gentle expression full of love. "This is a purple lilac," his mother spoke, pointing at the bush covered with purple petals. "They represent the beginning of love."
The young boy only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at his mother's words.
"I met your father in a garden just like this. He didn't look like he belonged in an area full of flowers. He was so out of place I couldn't help but giggle." his mother smiled, looking towards the sky. "That day felt like a godsend, and I fell in love with your father."
"Then where is he now?" Jake yelled. "Why wasn't he here to stop it? Stop me."
This wasn't part of his memories. He didn't remember lashing out at his mother when that event hadn't even occurred yet.
Coming back to his senses, the boy smelt a slight burning rising into the formerly fresh air. Jake cursed under his breath as he saw the trail of flames he had accidentally cast upon touching the flowers. No matter how hard he tried, the burning wouldn't stop. He couldn't control it. It was like that day all over again.
His mother patted his head as she tucked the eight-year-old into bed, kissing him goodnight. She exited his room, closing the door behind her as a worried expression worked its way up her face. Jake was confused.
That was until he heard it.
A high-pitched screech, his mother crying and yelping, begging for his life.
"Please, not my son."
Those were the last words Jake heard before his surroundings were engulfed in flames.
"Hey, you there! What are you doing?" Someone spoke, their voice trembling with worry. Yn didn't have any classes this morning and usually spent the time tending to the flowers placed on the windowsill inside their kitchen dorm. Her everyday routine had gone smoothly with no disturbances — until now. Placing her watering can aside, she watched as a strange brunet approached their shared garden, admiring the flowers that decorated the fences. She had never seen him before, and his face was marked with dusty fingerprints of charcoal. The clueless fellow ran his hands along with the flowers before his feet seemingly glued themselves to the grassy field. Yn didn't want to disturb the boy. Maybe he was caught up in the garden's beauty. His gaze seemed to wander to space, and before Yn could giggle, the flowers erupted in flames.
Quickly grabbing the extinguisher sitting near the backdoor, Yn rushed out of the dormitory. The children of Demeter were always cautious about their garden and put hours into perfecting its aesthetic. The garden, to them, was a safe space, one to train their powers and grow their organic vegetables. Yn couldn't risk it burning down, especially when someone was about to get caught up in the horrors of the flames.
The boy who was already attempting to shake off the fire seemed taken aback by her presence. "Sorry, I don't know what happened." He stuttered, stepping away from the fence.
"Just move over a tad." Yn pushed the boy further away from the flames before lifting the heavy extinguisher to tame the rage. Dropping the heavy metal to the ground, She wanted to blame the lad for his careless actions, but before she could say anything, her eyes softened at the sight of the shaking boy. "Hey, are you okay? You're practically sweating bullets."
He noticed the look of worry plastered on her face, quickly wiping his forehead with his ash-tainted sleeve. "Yeah, um, I'm okay. The fire was hot — boiling, actually."
She scanned his face and noted the anxious darting of his eyes. "If the fire was so hot your face wouldn't be this pale."
Jake struggled to find an excuse and stood frozen in place, similar to how Yn's gaze never shifted away from his. Before he croaked out any words, Yn turned her attention to the pocket of her blazer, pulling out a beige handkerchief engraved with white lettering. She slowly approached the boy who stood in a daze, wondering what she was going to do to him. "Please don't drug me, it was an accident."
She grabbed his arm and wrapped the soft fabric around his palm, tying a knot on the backside of his hand. "You're bleeding. How did you not sense the pain? Some vines have thorns. Please be careful next time."
A flush crept onto his cheeks as he felt almost embarrassed for assuming the total opposite. He didn't expect kindness from someone who got their garden ruined by some sleep-deprived Mechanic. He expected her to rage and push him away from their property which he had overstepped.
"Why don't you come in," she spoke, picking up the extinguisher she had previously placed on the ground. "I'll help you treat your wounds."
Never did Jake imagine he'd be invited into someone's dormitory. He'd never even stepped a foot into Kai's, but here he was nervously scratching the back of his neck as he followed Yn into their backdoor. "A-are we even allowed to enter other people's dorms?"
The girl in front of him giggled at his innocence. Had he never been to a friend's dorm before? Speaking of friends, Yn had never seen the boy's face before. As much as it was difficult to admit, Yn found herself admiring the boy's facial features. His innocent round eyes complimented his prominent cheekbones and gave him a soft yet masculine aura. Although the boy's face was covered in ash marks, his attractiveness still shined through. Yn was accustomed to boys like Park Sunghoon, the son of aphrodite. He was the talk of the entire school but had a nasty personality. He was narcissistic and had so much pride, he practically saw others as ants littering his pathway. He was a heartbreaker, but girls still flocked to him, trying their chances.
The boy standing in front of her on the other hand was kind and apologetic, yet so effortlessly gorgeous. Why wasn't someone like him popular?
Scanning her ID card, the door automatically swung open, leading to a bright white-tiled kitchen area. The walls were filled with shelves of pictures accompanied by small pots of plants. Yn put the extinguisher to the side before motioning for Jake to enter the dormitory. He stood awkwardly at the doorway for a moment before obeying and entering the rather elegant area. Contrasting to Yn's dorm, the dormitory for the children of Hephaestus wasn't as tidy or elegant. His dorm was homey and warm, but the walls were a dark burgundy colour, and the floor was carpeted.
"Hey, don't just stand there, come sit down. We keep the first aid kit under the dining table for convenience." She motioned for him to sit down on the chair set in front of her which had already been pulled out for him. "On that note, I've never seen you before. Are you new?"
Adjusting himself in the cushioned seat, Jake shook his head slightly as Yn gently laid his arm on the table, untying the handkerchief. "No, I've been here ever since I was eight."
Yn, who was pouring rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad, stopped to stare at the boy in disbelief. "You've been here since you were seven?" Why hadn't she known him? She too had been living at the boarding school ever since she was a young child but never came face to face with him.
"Yeah, um, I don't come out often." Jake kicked at his chair as his spare hand fiddled with the pockets of his black cargo trousers. "I'm usually at my workshop, and I only ever go out to return to my dormitory. Sometimes I'm there twenty-four seven." He trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed for rambling about his unhealthy daily routine. He expected her to give him an odd expression, but she only smiled, nodding slightly before going back to sanitize his wounds.
"That's quite new. I Haven't met someone with such a dedication to their own craft. Workshop though? Are you a son of Hephaestus?" She peered up at the boy who had now gone timid.
Jake gulped nervously and shifted his gaze away from hers. He nodded as a reply before looking down at his fingers. Yn was surprised Jake didn't wince in pain because he seemed rather fragile. Placing the cotton pad off to the side, she grabbed the bandage roll and wrapped it around his hand. "Do you have a high pain tolerance?"
Jake was shocked at how easy it was for her to pick up on little details about himself that he had never mentioned. "Yeah, I do. Developed it actually. I've burned myself making weapons so many times I've lost count."
"So you're the one behind all those weapons the stars of our school use?" Yn stared at Jake in awe. She genuinely admired the weapons the students on the battlefield used daily. The design retrieved and represented the mythology of their godly parents and was well crafted to a point where she thought they were brought down from Olympus. "They're truly a work of art. I've always thought they were made by the gods."
Often, Jake would only hear a "cool thanks" or "Yeah, this is just what I pictured it to look like. Thanks," from the students who came to him for specific commissions. He rarely heard a genuine compliment from someone who wasn't trying to gain anything from him. Jake's lips pulled into a shy smile as he felt his ears heating up. "Thanks, it means a lot."
She returned his smile before tucking the tail of the bandage through the wrapped section. "Hold on, stay here, I'll be right back." Yn scurried to the end of the hall, close to the main entrance, and returned with a bucket of water and a pale yellow towel. Settling the bucket on the wooden table, she carefully dipped the towel into the water before scooting close to the confused boy.
"Hold still," Yn whispered, sending goosebumps down his spine. She was now inches away from his face, and Jake didn't know where to look. No longer was only his ears burning, but his entire face felt hot as he diverted his gaze to anywhere but her.
Yn wanted to help wipe the charcoal stains off his face. It all made sense now — his loose-fitted clothing, the ash stains, and his pyrokinesis. But before she could do anything, she noticed the boy blushing with his lips pursed into a straight line. "Aw, you're blushing like a rose." Yn giggled with her hand over her mouth.
Jake was beyond embarrassed at this point but also somewhat love-struck. He'd never felt so appreciated since his mother died. His mother was the only one who cherished him, and at the boarding school, everyone used him to their own benefit. He slightly shifted his gaze up to the girl whose eyes were shaped as crescents as she laughed. The boy couldn't help but blush even darker before biting his lip and dropping his head low to hide his obvious tomato coloured face.
Yn composed herself after seeing the boy's reaction to her comment. She found him so endearing, the way he didn't deny his feelings or criticize her for ruining their ego. "Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing you now." She patted his head softly. "But I'll need you to lift your head. I'm gonna wipe the charcoal stains off your face."
Jake slightly nodded before raising his head slowly, face still flushed. She didn't comment this time as she focused on cleaning the stain on his cheek. "So why were you so pale back at the garden?" Yn questioned, aiming to fill the awkward silence.
"Oh, about that," Jake started before looking down again.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
There was a moment of silence before Jake cleared his throat. He'd just met Yn a few minutes ago, yet he found himself wanting to tell her everything. For years no one cared to consider his feelings nor listen to his story. No one paid attention, so he kept his struggles bottled in — but that's only what he thought. "I had a flashback. Sounds lame but I was reminded of my mother. She never got with anyone after my dad left for Olympus. She stayed strong and worked two jobs to keep food on the table. Half-bloods have a smell, you know, and my mother was too weak to handle a monster by herself. They invaded our house and attempted to murder me. She begged for them to spare me and then..." pain was evident in the way he spoke as his voice cracked, trailing off.
"Take your time, don't rush yourself. You don't need to force anything out if you don't want to say it." Yn lightly patted his shoulder, ensuring him it was okay.
"I set the house ablaze." He shook his head profusely at the thought before his hands made their way up to his hair, messing it up as the feelings of regret and anger flooded back into his heart.
"Hey, hey." Yn took his hands into hers, slowly bringing them back to his lap. She squeezed his uninjured hand lightly, attempting to comfort the boy. He was clearly hurt but never seemed to open up about his problems. "It's not your fault. Don't panic."
"It was a mistake." He croaked. "I didn't have good control over my powers, and it was the first time it had ever manifested. My mother died in that fire. The whole house crumpled to shreds, and I failed to save her. I was the only one alive." His glassy eyes stared directly at Yn's for the first time. He found comfort in her. The way she would accept him and listen to everything he had to say.
Setting the towel on the table, she embraced the boy in a warm hug. She didn't know Jake, but she felt the sudden urge to comfort him and tell him it was okay. He was first shocked at her abrupt act but softened up, letting his tears fall without fear.
"It's not your fault," Yn spoke in a soft tone before pulling away to look at the puffy-eyed boy. "Don't cry, we can't have tears staining your pretty face."
Jake's heartbeat sped up while Yn grabbed the cloth one more time, dabbing his tears away.
"I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time, I-"
"Don't worry about it. It was the highlight of my day — meeting you."
"Even if I burned down your flower fences?"
Yn chuckled slightly at the boy's genuine concern. "Yes, even though you burned down the flower fences."
Jake smiled shyly, standing up and getting ready to leave. He still had duties and a commission to finish soon. He couldn't have people screaming at him constantly to "speed the fuck up."
"You're leaving already?" Yn tugged at the blacksmith's sleeve. "But I still have so many questions to ask you."
Instead of a blush, Jake genuinely smiled. A fluttery feeling filled his chest when he patted Yn's head. "I'll visit you often. I'll try to come out more."
Yn felt rather bold today and decided to take him up on the offer. "How about lunch? Have lunch with me. I heard the famous craftsman never eats food at the dining hall of the school."
"Sounds good." Jake let out a small laugh as his smile grew wider. He wasn't used to someone so direct, but he loved every moment of it. "Looks like I'll finally be wearing my uniform for the first time."
Standing up from her seat, Yn went to open the door for Jake. "I'll be looking forward to it."
She brought her hand up to cover the side of her mouth before whispering in his ear. "Oh, and Don't overwork yourself." Before Jake could say anything, Yn placed a light peck on his cheek, pushing the flushed blacksmith outside the dorm before closing the door as quickly as possible. She slid to the ground, hitting the cold tiled floor. Now she was the one uncontrollably blushing as she buried her face in her palms.
"Shit..." Yn cursed under her breath. "I forgot to ask for his name."
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a/n: woo! The first installment is out! I'm sorry it took so long I was so busy with school and at some point I lowkey lost inspiration. But I'm back now and I'll be writing the other installments soon. Who would you like to see next? 👀
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odxrilove · 2 days ago
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#.chapter sixteen:: jungwon peace out 👋
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postalenha · a day ago
worth waiting for % jungwon
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pairing: bestfriend!jungwon x reader genre: angst-ish word count: 1.3k words synopsis: jungwon’s confession to his longtime crush went downhill, you know you should be happy. but how could you when your heart is breaking to see the love of your life break his heart for someone else? a/n: hii this is my second entry for the @ficscafe trope event! the trope i chose this time is heartbroken x patiently waits for them to heal hope you like it and tell me about it on ask!! [ps: italicized text = flashback | also, there is no portrayer for any characters other than jungwon being himself. the rest of the characters are up to you. ]
your heart dropped the same time the flowers did from jungwon’s grip. just as the laugh from everyone wasn’t enough, leo, the douchebag patted jungwon’s shoulder before saying, “that’s okay dude, i admire the courage though.”
his statement was followed by loud laughter of the students who, by chance, were able to surround the area to watch what was happening. you tried to reach out for jungwon’s hand, “let’s just go.” you whispered.
he shook your hand off before running away, “jungwon!” you tried calling him. “well that goes for his self esteem.” leo cracked. that’s it, that was your last straw.
“wow leo, so much for a guy who thinks so high for himself huh?” you said, “excuse me?” he blurted. “you do know that most of these people are laughing at you and not your jokes right?”
he was about to say something when you interrupted him, “or maybe not. cause your balls replaced your brain.” you dropped, that made the boy zip his mouth shut.
before walking away, you locked eyes with the person who’s root of this all. kim haneul. only if she knew how lucky she was to have jungwon’s heart.
you ran all around campus trying to find your best friend. and you knew that there is one particular place where you can certainly find him. as you open the door of the 8th grade building’s rooftop, you see jungwon staring into nothingness.
“wonie.” you quietly called him. he lifted his head to face you, trying to smile but his cheeks would just not let him. “you found me.” he whispered as you sat beside him. immediately resting his head on your shoulder.
he let out a very heavy sigh, “well that didn’t go as planned, huh?” he laughed without humour. you didn’t say nor do anything. you just sat there. because that’s what friends do.
though it wasn’t the same when it happened to you. well, it was foolish if you expect the person you confessed to to comfort you when he turned you down.
“y/n, why are we here?” jungwon asked as you dragged him to the 8th grade rooftop. your lips wobble a little as you feel your heart beat so fast from nervousness. “there’s something i have to tell you.”
he just raised one of his eyebrows, not taking you seriously. “this, is where we first met. right?” you asked him, holding both of his hands, “yeah, that was when you had that side bang.” you slap his arm as he laughs.
“stop, it’s not about that.” you said, “that was the first. the second time we met was when our biology teacher told me to bring the books back to her office as a punishment. and no one was willing to help me, but you stood and took half of them from my hand.”
“i mean- that’s what a decent human being would do, right?” he said, which just made you think that you’ve fallen for the right- scratch that, the perfect guy you could ever like.
“we’ve been friends since then. but then it started to change.” he gave you a worried look, “i don’t want to be friends anymore.” his grip on your hand became tighter. “why? did i do something wrong? y/n when i told you that your side bangs was awful, i didn’t really mean it.”
you laughed at his statement, “i know, silly.” you told him, “but why are you telling me this?” he asked, “i don’t want to be friends anymore because i want an upgrade.”
he looked at you confused, “huh?”
“i like you, jungwon. and if you give me a chance, may i be your girlfriend? not just a friend who’s a girl. but a girlfriend.” his eyes widened at you, slowly dropping your hand.
your smile fades away at an instant, you feel your stomach drop. this is it. this is where all those sleepless nights thinking what would happen if you confess to your bestfriend turns out to be.
“y/n, i..” he stopped, trying to construct a better sentence in his head. what you said just caught him off guard. and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt your feelings. “y/n, you’re very dear to me. i would never want to hurt you. you know i love you, right?”
you looked at your shoes, “just not as much.” you whispered. “it’s fine.” you plaster a smile as you look at him, “it’s not like i expected you to like me in return.” yes you did. “i just had to let that out, you know?” you laughed trying to stop a tear to fall from your eye.
jungwon looked at you. you’re not the only one hurting. he is too, and he feel more awful knowing the fact that he’s the reason of your tears. “sorry y/n. i really loved you as a friend. but you know i have feelings for haneul, right?”
the mention of her name felt like a knife stabbed straight to your heart, “yeah. and i understand. she’s pretty, kind, smart. i mean, she’s everything anyone would want to have.” you said, telling the truth.
haneul really is that perfect girl, the walking angel around the campus. you can’t say anything bad about her because there’s just simply nothing to say. “bold of me to even think i’m worthy enough to compete.” you said before running away from jungwon.
the memory of that day made you smile bitterly. but after that, jungwon called and everything became normal. or that’s what you pretend it is.
jungwon became more cautious of talking to you about the person he likes and all that stuff, because he never wants to see you hurt again. but little did he know, your heart tears apart every time you see his eyes sparkle whenever haneul is around.
he was hesitant at first but last week, he asked you to help him out. he figured that after four years of liking haneul, he should finally confess. before any of you go to college.
and he thought that no one could help him better than you. his best friend, who also happens to like him. of course the idea sounded like noise in your ear. but what could you do, right? you’re in no place to get angry. all you could do was cry yourself to sleep.
he lift his head from your shoulder. you can feel his eyes stare at you, “stop staring.” you told him not meeting his eyes. “don’t even try to blame it on me, i tried my best to find a shop where they sell the flowers you told me to buy.” you said. he remained silent, not saying a thing.
“plus, we both didn’t know that leo was also interested in her- well that was a given considering who haneul is. but then again, who would’ve thought that haneul would want him as her boyfriend?” you questioned.
“like for god’s sake. they’re total opposites, she’s an angel and he’s satan’s pet sent from the ground. if i didn’t care less i would say that you and her would have looked so much better-”
jungwon stopped you mid-sentence asking, “why can’t it be you?” you looked his way, confusion evident on your face. “what do you mean?”
“why can’t you just be the one i like?” not really able to say anything, tears started forming into your eyes. well maybe because sometimes cupid runs out of bows and just shoots one person and not the other.
but you know better. love takes time and no matter how long it would take, you would wait for jungwon because he’s a person worth waiting for.
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prettywon · 2 days ago
SUNGHOON AS.. your childhood best friend
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pairing: childhoodbff!Sunghoon x GN!Reader
genre: FLUFF, Hoon being cute, brief mentions of childhood best friends to lovers
warnings: mentions of height difference in the first hc
tagging: (permanent taglist) @verifiedsunghoonsimp @annoyingbitch83 @candidupped @illiterateliz @jiwlys @soobin-chois @acciomylove @ja4hyvn
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๑ treats you like a kid whether your older or not, he always felt obligated to take care of you, even when you were kids. Need help tying your shoes? Sunghoons there. Hungry? Sunghoon is in the kitchen cooking ramyeon. Can't reach something? Sunghoon is there!! Holds your hand wherever you two go in public, expect head pats at any possible time. This worsened when you started dating, especially if there's a height difference. The height difference definitely influences his protective behavior towards you. He could be cuddling with you in bed and would tell you that it's almost midnight and that you should go to sleep.
๑ teases you this was a given honestly, he likes getting a reaction out of you. This probably happens more often when he's feeling neglected by you, so he'll bring up some embarrassing moment of yours from years ago. When he finally gets your attention, he'll have the silliest grin on his face. Even if you're complaining, he'll be laughing his ass off. Definitely one of his favorite things to do with you
๑ checks to see if you're with him while you two were going to school together, you had a habit of holding onto the excess strap dangling from his backpack. One, so you wouldn't get lost in crowds. Two, you would tug at the strap to get Sunghoon to drop his backpack. Whenever Sunghoon felt a tug, even though he knew it was you, he would still check on you to make sure you didn't get carried away by the crowd. This habit eventually transferred over to whenever you were walking behind him. Even if you two were holding hands he would be glancing over every 3 minutes or so just to make sure he didn't grab some 30 year-olds hand instead of yours.
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0912005 · 8 hours ago
ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ — yang jungwon
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— 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: yang jungwon has always imagined the picture perfect ending for his love life. there’s only one problem; he cant get a girl to save his life. so what does he do? he decided to ask you, his best friend, to fake date him, just to.. yknow.. know what its like to have a girlfriend. sure its awkward and weird and dysfunctional. but what happens when he starts to catch feelings for you, someone he never thought of as more than as a friend? and then what drama unfolds when he discovers that you have heart eyes for his best friend, sunoo? will he get his picture perfect happy ending?
— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: bff!jungwon x fem!reader x second lead!sunoo
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: slowburn, best friends to lovers, fake dating au, high school au, fluff, angst, crack [im not funny so the jokes shall be very weird bvgfhudbk], social media au, mutual pining?
— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: profanity, jungwon being very awkward. reader is very chirpy and outgoing. swearing, uh what else… food. i think that’s it!
— 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: the rest of enha, aespas ningning, IVE’s liz, treasures haruto[more to come soon]
— 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: march 2nd 💪🏻 [hopefully my ongoing smau will finish by then] [ok it will lol]
— 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝: every two days if possible [excpet for the weekend]
✉️: helluuuuuuu ive had this plot with me for so long omg and ive decided to do it w jungwon bc jungwon <3 anyways i hope yall like this one too heheehhehehe. it shall start after my sunghoon smau which i hope y’all’s are liking :D ty for supporting me this far! i love each and every one of you <3
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ACT 1: [coming soon muhahahaha.]
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ninsqtee · 2 days ago
🌼 𝐧𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 🌼
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juns2u · 2 days ago
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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ⋆゚yeji, jungwon and rose ayouts!!
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cersworld · a day ago
paragraphs and inky sleeves
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cast: idol!jungwon x reader ft. enhypen, txt, etc.
what happens when yang jungwon has to go back to school? will he make friends or will he hate everyone and hide in a little corner every chance he gets to get away from everyone? all we know is that he will, most definitely, get kicked where the sun doesn't shine.
warning(s): vivid mentions and descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks, trespassing, misgendering, illegal and unprofessional tattoos and piercings, vivid mentions and descriptions of suicidal thoughts and ideation, etc.
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woniewhite · 2 days ago
✧*:.。ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ
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☁︎ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ // ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ)
☁︎ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ // ғʟᴜғғ
☁︎ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs // ᴀʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ғʟᴏᴏғʏ sᴏғᴛɴᴇss, ᴋɪssᴇs, ʜɪɴᴛɪɴɢ @ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ, ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ
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* PLEASE DO NOT steal, copy, or plagiarize in any way, or on any platform !!!
* PLEASE NOTE that this does not depict who and how idols/groups are irl. It's a figment of my imagination and just that !!!
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Thank u for inspiring thus (•̀ᴗ•́)و... u know who u are <3
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Sitting at your desk for the past hour was torture, but you refused to take a break or move away even as your brain was on the verge of giving in and frying itself.
Your butt was becoming stiff from sitting on the hard chair as your fingers clutched the pen in your hand rather tightly, scribbling words down fast and messy. Your writing was only just barely readable, but you were eager to get it done so you could breathe, which made you forcefully try to concentrate.
Things were just going at this point, you were neither motivated nor lifeless, you were just writing to get it over with until a distraction walked into the room and took a seat beside you.
At first, he didn't do anything but stare at you intently. His round boba eyes watched your every move right down to the smallest detail, from the way your nose flared when breathing in and out, or the way your lips parted and muttered the words you were writing, even as your hand paused to check for mistakes. He noticed how you bit your lip every few seconds after either getting something right or getting stuck.
He was so beyond fascinated with you and everything you did that it led him to stare at you with hearts in his eyes. So completely invested in you he didn't even realize he was smiling until you turned your head slightly to look at him with an amused smile.
"And now?" You questioned with a playful tone turning to look back at your work.
"I'm bored"
That was not what he initially intended to say, but he wanted your attention and what better way to get it than to whine.
"I'm sure there's something for you to do Wonie"
"Like?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Watch TV?" That was your first suggestion.
"Did that an hour ago, it got boring"
"Play games?"
"I suck at them, they're so frustrating" He huffed like a small child throwing his sweater paw hands in the air.
"Read something?" Referring to your stack of books you collected over the years. Again he shook his head claiming that wasn't entertaining enough.
"Dancing, singing- I sang while cleaning the living room this morning, and I'll be heading to the practice room tomorrow with Sunghoon Hyung and Heeseung Hyung. I don't wanna spend my day off doing that.." He pouts.
"And then what do you suggest I do about your boredom my kitten"
Throughout the entire conversation, you were listening to him as he spoke but you couldn't lie that most of your attention was on the stupid assignments you were in a rush to complete. And it seemed Jungwon realized that. His bottom lip protruded dramatically as he crossed his arms and sunk into his seat leaving you be for only a few minutes longer before he tried to capture your attention again.
"When will you be done with your work?" He questioned and you replied with a shrug.
"When I'm done Wonie"
"And when will that be?"
"When I am?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you hit a rather hard question, to his disappointment your attention diverted back to your books completely this time. But despite his failed attempts, Jungwon smiled softly and returned to admiring you as you worked because he was fine with just that, even if minutes ago he was nagging at you for your attention, in truth he was only doing it to see you smile and distract you and give you a little comfort as you put your all into doing what needed to be done.
An hour had passed and still, you found yourself occupied even more with papers and reading and taking notes. Not once did Jungwon move, maybe once or twice to adjust his position, but other than that the boy was still staring. And you could feel the holes he bore into your head for every minute of that hour.
"I'm hungry" He randomly said after a few minutes longer of staring at you, all while you tried your hardest to ignore it.
"Why don't you go make yourself something to eat baby" You suggested but he shook his head,
"I like you cooking for me"
"Little busy at the moment kitty" You chuckled softly.
"But I'm hungry"
"Then go eat"
"That's not what I want"
You sighed and placed your pen down, turning to face him. "Then what is it you want. What do you want to eat~"
He responded bluntly, "You"
A series of coughs left your mouth as you choked on air. Your eyes were wide open, almost bulging out as you tried to compose yourself.
Jungwon giggled, feeling rather satisfied with your reaction, and when he did, you heaved and faced your papers yet again. "I'm sorry" He apologized after seeing you turn away, repetitively he whined and pleaded and dragged out a compilation of different apologizing tones.
You ignored him, but secretly you were biting the inside of your cheek as he moved his chair closer until his kneecaps pressed against your thighs. He had his hood over his head with his dark bangs neatly framing his face, he moved his head until it popped up in your line of sight. Like a kitten peeking out from a box, he gave you a look you were unable to say no to or refuse.
His eyes held a galaxy as they looked into yours.
Not holding back, you smiled and took him by surprise by leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
He giggled as you pulled away only to push himself up to steal yet another one.
"I think my work can wait- my baby on the other hand can't"
You dropped the pen and closed your books pushing the chair back to give you a little more space to stretch your legs out.
Jungwon's eyes immediately lit up after you said that and a beaming smile broke out across his handsome face. You couldn't help but lean in again and kiss him and he more than willingly accepted and obliged, lips moulding with yours to compile an abundance of small soft kisses.
"Do I have your attention?"
"You have my attention, Jungwon..". A small giggle left your lips as he stood up and walked away. You were left curious as to where he was suddenly going until you felt arms wrap around your neck and a face nuzzling into your shoulder. You sighed in content and leaned back into your chair and took hold of his sweater paws, your fingers making its way into the hoodie sleeve to grasp his, allowing him to have more access to your shoulder so he could rest his forehead more comfortably.
"I'm sleepy"
Internally your stomach did wild continuous flips, butterflies swarming and nesting. And mentally you were left weak and in awe at his cuteness. You smiled so big your cheeks hurt and that was all it took for you to give up on finishing your work today.
With a small tap to his arm, Jungwon raised his head to look at you through the corner of his eyes. You smiled and signalled for him to release you which he hesitantly did, not even a moment later you stood up and cupped his cheeks gently.
"Don't you want to eat first before you sleep kitty?"
He gave it a thought and shook his head, a small yawn escaping his lips before he smiled sheepishly, "I did eat~"
"Of course you did"
"Let's get you to bed then" You nodded before taking his hand and pulling him to the bed where he sat down and waited patiently as you helped him out of his hoodie and into a more comfortable shirt.
Once he laid his head down on the pillow, he rolled onto his side making space for you to get in. Adjusting your position on the bed until you were comfortable, Jungwon moved even closer to you until you were both pressed warmly together. He then rested his head on your shoulder and slung an arm over your torso finally able to bathe in your affection and warmth after a long day of waiting, and you yourself needed this.
Your free hand reached up and caressed his cheek and his forehead before you tilted to the side to place a soft kiss on his forehead. Even with his eyes shut and half asleep, he smiled only causing you to smile as well.
And not too long later, you followed him into the darkened abyss of sleep. A peaceful slumber knowing you were in the arms of the person you loved.
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won-vnl · 13 hours ago
✷ alright ✷ ― MASTERLIST
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𖦹 summary: sunghoon comes back from an ice skating competition abroad and his best friend jay has arrived from the UK as well with a girl...? he seems to have fallen in love with her but he isn't the only one.
𖦹 pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader, jake x fem!reader
𖦹 genre: angst, fluff, social media au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, college au, romcom
𖦹 warnings: cursing, lame jokes (?)
𖦹 update schedule: whenever
𖦹 cast: enhypen, Jang Wonyoung of IVE, Winter of AESPA, Hwang Yeji of ITZY, Lee Juyeon and Q of THE BOYZ, Choi Yeonjun of TXT
𖦹 cameos: NCT/127 & dream members, TXT member
𖦹 taglist: OPEN
𖦹 status: on-going
ꮺ a/n: TIMESTAMPS ARE IRRELEVANT! this is my first ever au so please bare with me! please lmk if i missed anything in the warnings. these are NOT the actual representations of the idols mentioned here. thanks!
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y/n's friend circle: HOYEZ (luxurious + artists in korean) 𓄷 the boys: EISONZ (ace + boys in korean)
the park siblings
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01 - have you told them?
02 - jay you're married?
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more soon . . .
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neptune-on-descendant · 15 hours ago
Enhypen MTL Likely to Have Philosophical Convos in the Middle of the Night + Imagine
Jay - So talkative, so smart, likes to voice his latest crazy thoughts out loud. I've speculated his Rising sign to be Leo, so this puts his 5th house in Sagittarius & 9th house in Aries. The 5th house is where we are inspired, and in Sagittarius, he's very much interested in foreign cultures, education, and religions. His 5th house ruler (Jupiter) is in his Cancer 12th house, so this tells me he's very interested in learning more about dreams, the subconscious, astral projecting, etc. And his 9th house ruler (Mars) is in Gemini, indicates an insatiable curiosity in the pursuit of higher knowledge. Anything he's curious about, he looks up, and then he loves sharing this knowledge with whoever he's with.
Imagine: It’s nearly three in the morning, and you and Jay have been just laying side by side talking about this and that. The latest topic lulls before he brings up a new one. "Okay, but earlier today I saw this video on Native Americans and their connections with aliens. Apparently they have legends of 'sky people' and their ancestors talked to them on a regular basis. Did you also know that they used 'hallucinatory drugs' like acid to go on spiritual journeys? I think they're on to something. Maybe scientists are thinking about those drugs all wrong. Don't you think they might actually help humans connect with other dimensions?"
Jake - I've speculated his rising to be Libra, so this puts his 9th house is in Gemini. Curiosity, curiosity, curiosity. He likes to learn. He may explore various topics in one day, not at all in detail, but just enough to keep up in a conversation about it. In Gemini, this is about science (can you say physics) and languages. His 9th house ruler (Mercury) is conjunct his Sun exactly. I think this is so fascinating because he shares this aspect with Heeseung (His Mercury/Sun in Libra). How do literally two of them have Mercury cazimis?? No idea, but it's super cool. So smart. So well-articulated. Thinks all the time. His is in Scorpio, so the themes of his knowledge pursuit include cults, ghosts, spirituality, even maybe even witchcraft. I don't think he'd actually be a witch, but if his friend or s/o is, he would be right there, ready to ask questions and learn more about it.
Imagine: Jake sits across from you, taking another bite of his cereal. Behind him, the clock reads 1:34am. He swallows his latest bite and breaks the comfortable silence. “I was thinking today, about how physics work, right? And I just think it’s weird how normal gravity is to humans. Like, Earth is literally so strong it pulls us and all of our furniture and buildings ‘down’ but it’s not really ‘down’ and when we drop things they aren’t really ‘falling’, they’re getting pulled. And they get pulled really fast. We can’t even jump that high, that’s how strong it is. Isn’t that so weird?”
Heeseung - Oh Hee, so full of thoughts. I'm really excited to talk about his mind when I read his birth chart for his personality reading, but let's just talk about his Mercury conjunct Sun placement in Libra. Librans are naturally people & equality-driven, and that Mercury makes him really thought-oriented. It's retrograde in his chart, so he has so many more thoughts than he gives voice to most of the time. He's metacognitive. He's always thinking about people, about how they work, about how different personalities interact, about why some people are given more at birth than others, why some are less greedy than others, etc. His mind never turns off. When it's late at night and he can't sleep but he's in the comfort of his own home with his person, he'll just let those thoughts run loose.
Imagine: Heeseung has been tossing and turning for the better half of an hour now. You yourself aren’t that tired, so with one glance at the clock that reads 2:15am, you speak up and tell Heeseung you are nowhere near tired either. He breathes a sigh of relief and after a moment, lays facing you and begins to talk. “I've been thinking about this for a while now. It’s just—everyone has a different personality. You know what I mean? Like I think about things in a different way than you do sometimes, and you think about things differently than your mom. But somehow we agree on a lot of stuff? Isn’t that weird? It’s really been on my mind a lot. Also—why do we all want different things? Some people want to be teachers, some singers, some lawyers. We all have different motivations. How does that happen?”
Sunoo - We speculated his Rising to be Cancer, so this puts his 5th house in Scorpio & his 9th house in Pisces. This is super fun, because his 9th house of spiritual beliefs & expanding knowledge holds his Mars & Uranus. He is a true out-of-the-box thinker, constantly looking for ways to break stereotypes and conventions. In the sign of Pisces, he's able to really think about the abstract concepts really well. Pisces rules dreams and other dimensions, so lucid dreaming/astral projecting would be something that he'd be interested in. When Sunoo's in a talkative mood and he's still wired late at night, that's when he'd bring it up.
Imagine: You told him he shouldn’t have had that extra mint mocha Frappuccino earlier, but he was insistent, and you just couldn’t say no to him. Now here you are, almost midnight, listening to him ramble from the chair beside the bed while you lay under the covers. “Just hear me out. What does the word ‘art’ even mean? Like, can anything be art? Obviously there’s paintings and drawings, and then music and performances, but can’t other things be art too? Is food considered art? It is, right? Culinary arts? Mixology is an art too. I’ve had some drinks that definitely taste like art. What else can be? Something really weird—can driving be an art? Like if you’re really good at it? Like, what is ‘art’?”
Jungwon - He's got a lot of Aquarius energy in him, and if he is a Gemini rising as I've speculated, all of those are in his 9th house. This describes such a humanitarian person, someone concerned in the pursuit of higher education for the purpose of the betterment of society. He probably thinks that the education system as a whole is unfair and needs reform for the benefit of students. With that being said, Jungwon probably wouldn't bring it up in the middle of the night just to do it. Probably while another conversation is happening during the day, and it just naturally flows that way. If he's already having the convo and it's already late at night, then he'll stay up because he's on a role!
Imagine: Jungwon puts down his sandwich, finishing the bite of his lunch before he begins to elaborate on what you just said. “No, you brought up a good point. Too much pressure is being put on students these days. They’re expected to know what they want to do before they turn twenty! They’re expected to go to school for it and just commit so young. And in school they gotta do all these activities, get perfect grades, and maintain a social life? And to top it off they have to ace all these ridiculous tests? There are major issues with the education system. Kids are too young for this kind of pressure!”
Niki - This boy is Neptune ruled with a side of Jupiter. He's all about the broader spectrum of things ranging from life purpose, religion, and foreign countries (Jupiter) to alternate dimensions, the human psyche, and reincarnation (Neptune). His 9th house of beliefs is ruled by Libra, so like Heeseung, he believes in equality and the kindness of others. That being said, his 9th house ruler is Venus, and it's in the 12th house. This indicates that while he has a lot of deep, out-of-the-box thoughts (and let's double that with his Moon/Uranus in Pisces), he may not articulate them a lot. He might even worry others won't agree with him, or understand what he's saying/where he's coming from. When he's comfortable and in a more energetic, philosophical mood, he'll voice his thoughts. But the conversation has to be started by someone else, and his thoughts will be more concise and to the point.
Imagine: Niki sputters and raises his eyebrows, turning to face you on the couch. “Wait, you think that too? I thought I was weird for thinking that. What if every choice you made created a new reality?” *waits for the other person to elaborate* “Exactly. That’s interesting to think about. There’s a reality where I’m not an idol. There’s one where I don’t dance at all. Crazy to think so.”
Sunghoon - Sunghoon's a very reality-based person. His 9th house (as if he a Virgo rising) is ruled by Taurus, so he believes very much in Earthly pleasures. Money, material wealth, owning lavish things, self-care and making sure one is in their best condition. On a day to day basis, he doesn't really concern himself with the deeper meaning of life. This isn't to say he's close-minded, it just isn't really something that crosses his mind naturally. He also has a Sagittarius Mercury, and it's opposing his retrograde Saturn in Gemini. This puts a little bit of difficulty on the expression of his thoughts, and makes him internalize them a lot. With a Capricorn Moon, this is doubled. When it's night time, he'd like to sleep, or watch TV. Not have a mind-numbing conversation about his place in the universe. If someone were to engage him in this type of conversation, it would be lots of humming and nodding. He’ll listen, but probably doesn’t give much of his own input.
Imagine: You two had just finished watching an evening documentary and it left you feeling inspired. He’s now listening to you talk about what you learned, and your own thoughts on the matter. “Hmm…that is interesting…yeah? Wow. Never thought about that. Mmm hmm…ah huh….oh yeah that makes sense. You think about it a lot? Haha, I usually just think about work or clothes, stuff like that. Yeah, exactly…”
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𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 — 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌’ 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌.
𝐣𝐚𝐲 — 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾 “𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽” 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒.
𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 — 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾.
𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 — 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.
𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 — 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.
𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 — 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍.
𝐧𝐢-𝐤𝐢 — 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗇𝗂𝗄𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖻𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.
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jsoolar · 2 days ago
𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 + 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 ♡ !
— 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾!
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jongseongsnudes · a month ago
BOYFRIEND!ENHYPEN when their s/o gets hit on.
warning/genre; some profanity! boyfriend!enhypen~ this is just for fun!
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Lee Heeseung
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You and Heeseung had visited the nightclub after a busy week and as he attempted to order two drinks at the crowded bar, you kept close behind him while enjoying the music. That was, until an unfamiliar man came up to you and began blatantly hitting you up; telling you how beautiful you were but you were quick to point to your boyfriend. Only the stranger laughs and says something along the lines of “I don’t care about your fucking boyfriend.” Heeseung had heard all of this and turned around with amused eyes, seeing as how he was practically towering over this brave stranger.
“Oh I’m sorry, my 6ft self must not be tall enough for you to see me right here,” he chuckled sarcastically, “But hi, I’m the fucking boyfriend.”
Park Jay
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You and Jay would be at a mutual friend’s party, enjoying each other’s company and indulging in the endless amounts of alcohol and free food. The moment Jay separated from you to greet a friend (literally a metre away), you were approached by a stranger who began telling you how you deserved someone better than Park Jongseong. As you were about to defend your boyfriend, you felt Jay’s large hands around your waist as he took a threatening step towards the stranger.
“Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend,” Jay scoffs at the now scared-looking stranger, “If you’ve got a fucking problem with that, you can say it to my face.”
Sim Jake
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You guys were at the movies and as you waited for Jake to use the bathroom, two guys suddenly approached you for your number. Being the calm person that he was, Jake would walk over the moment he noticed this and wrap his arm around you while flashing his famous handsome smile.  
“There you are baby. Come on now, the movie is about to start.”
His tone of voice is calm yet threatening at the same time, accompanied by his darkened gaze was more than enough to scare away the unwanted strangers.
Park Sunghoon
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You and Sunghoon would’ve been hanging out at a bar and when he got up for the bathroom, a stranger instantly slipped into his spot to try and hit you up. Seeing this from afar, Sunghoon would just snicker to himself in annoyance before walking over to stand behind you. He’d wrap his arm protectively around your waist while literally glaring down the stranger with a smirk.
“Why don’t you ask for my number instead, smart guy?”
Kim Sunoo
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You and Sunoo were enjoying a cute café date when he suddenly received a phone call from Jungwon. Excusing himself, he hurried to a quieter place to answer the call but in the corners of his eyes, he spotted someone now talking to you and the obvious frown across your face. Sunoo’s eyebrows immediately furrowed as well and he was back to your table in a matter of seconds.
“I know my girlfriend is very pretty, almost as pretty as me, but you should stop hitting on her, you weirdo.”
Yang Jungwon
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You and Jungwon were browsing through a big department store when his eyes spotted a top he liked and immediately ran over, while you scanned through random racks by yourself. Not even a minute in and a male store clerk came by with a rather provocative dress in his hands, telling you how nice it would look on you and you could only smile awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with how he was gazing at you.
“I’ll be the one to decide that thank you very much,” Jungwon’s voice rang out from beside you as he stepped in between, “Now if we need your opinion, we’ll definitely call for you.”
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You and Niki had just arrived at a packed arcade and as he ran off to one of his favourite games, you trailed slowly behind, too busy giggling at how cute your boyfriend looked. Though Niki was overly excited, he naturally turned around to look for you and instantly noticed a taller male suddenly approaching you; the stranger’s hand resting a little too comfortably on your shoulder for Niki’s liking. He was back by your side in seconds, stepping in between you and the stranger (who was now taken back by Niki’s glares).
“Touch my girlfriend one more time and see what happens.”
- @jongseongsnudes​
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amakumos · a month ago
all clear! - yang jungwon.
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synopsis: for as long as you’ve been on jyp university’s badminton team, your team’s main rivals have been hybe university. the rivalry goes way back, and as the team captain, you’re well aware of your team’s disdain towards the hybe team - but it just so happens that you’re secretly dating hybe’s team captain, yang jungwon. and since tournament season is coming up soon, the rivalry between hybe and jyp is stronger than ever, and you and jungwon both know that if the secret got out, conflicts would arise. you’ve heard of enemies pretending to be lovers, but have you heard of lovers pretending to be enemies?  genre: smau, fluff, crack, angst but only a teeny bit i Think, secret relationship pairing: badminton team captain! jungwon x badminton team captain fem! reader warnings: swearing, some players on the hybe / jyp team arent actually under those companies irl its just for Plot, some badminton terms might be wrong since im coached in cantonese please bear w me i used google to translate some stuff he says to me, ages are adjusted slightly bc . theyre in university, ignore timestamps authors note: and yuns back with another jungwon smau releasing right after shoot ends! this time with no science... just badminton... but theres still chemistry ... get it ... bc yn and jungwon ... r dating ,, yk .. yeah .. haha .. anyways permanent taglist is already in the taglist for this one :D featuring: enhypen, various members of nct, aespa, ive, itzy, txt, twice, stray kids & stayc release date: december 25th. merry christmas from me taglist (CLOSED!):  @c9tnoos @ja4hyvn @shinsou-rii @sqnwo @isaluv @primorange @ryuflix @bearseulgs @baekhyunstruly @hsngarchive @yanqsfairy @yizhoutv @acciomylove @w3bqrl @yenart @woniedaze @missmadwoman @floverful @xtra-cheese @wonyofanclub @soobnny
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PROLOGUE. PROFILES: one / two / three
ONE - i thought u were an atheist TWO - i think ur rlly pretty THREE - jesus fanclub FOUR - make up make out i mean What?! FIVE - just lied on the tl SIX - winks smizes SEVEN - my little meow meow EIGHT - jurassic park NINE - what if they try to k word each other TEN - serving looks or ELEVEN  - i hope my next blink is my last TWELVE - oh so u think ur spiderman THIRTEEN - please elaborate FOURTEEN - pegasus megasus FIFTEEN - the sunoo was too stunned to speak SIXTEEN - pissbaby the 6th SEVENTEEN - so i was the third wheel EIGHTEEN - shuttle?? like a bus?? NINETEEN - as in dating or hallucinations TWENTY - aiming shuttles TWENTY ONE -my 4lyfers TWENTY TWO - megamind TWENTY THREE - doodoo behaviour TWENTY FOUR - we do not care TWENTY FIVE - confrontation TWENTY SIX - betrayal lying dishonesty TWENTY SEVEN -im gonna eat my own racket TWENTY EIGHT - maybe yawl r... kinda cute TWENTY NINE - love our fans  THIRTY - gods blessing
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