Warnings: hate sex, degradation, unprotected sex, cockwarming in the end.
Hyunjin hissed as his cock slammed into you repeatedly, wrapping his fingers around your neck.
“God, I fucking hate you so much!” You choked out, hands clutching the bed sheets as you were fucked ruthlessly, his other hand gripping your hip tightly.
“The way you’re fucking clenching around my dick tells me otherwise.”
You snarled angrily, the sound turning into a moan as he found your sweet spot, hammering into it like a wild animal.
“Gonna fuck you full of my cum. Cause that’s all you’re good for, hmm? Being my cum sock.”
You wanted to punch him, but all you could do is whine as his fingers find your clit, cruelly drawing circles onto it as he continued thrusting mercilessly.
“I mean, it was about time this happened, don’t you think? You were blabbering away with that mouth of yours, always telling me what to do. God, I could fuck you forever if it means shutting you up.”
He pulled out of you, turning you around to face him as he hoisted you up, carrying you to the wall and fucking you against it.
“But I’m not gonna lie...as infuriating as you are, your pussy is heavenly.”
He watched you with hungry eyes as your eyes fluttered closed, little whines falling off your tongue. You couldn’t do much less than moan desperately as he licked your chin, sucking on your face. You didn’t want purple spots all over your face so you tried to move away, but he grabbed your chin, firmly glaring at you.
“Ha. You love jumping on my ass and nagging me constantly, but you’re at a loss for words now, huh? If my cock’s the only thing that can shut you up, so be it.”
You’d never expected that meeting up with your project partner (who was known for being a bit of an asshole) would end up with you getting your pussy pounded into. But here you were.
Hwang Hyunjin hated how bossy you were, hated how you never fell for his charms or his flirting. In all honesty, he thought you were kinda cute...but you made it increasingly hard for him to see you in a light that wasn’t annoying.
At one point, he couldn’t take it anymore. And now here you were, having mindless, animalistic sex while spewing insults at each other.
He moved his hand to cover your mouth as he rammed into you, your moans way too loud for comfort. He didn’t want the neighbors to come knocking.
“You know...you’re actually quite beautiful when you aren’t using that mouth to harass me.” He slipped two fingers into your mouth, grinning proudly at how you immediately started sucking on them.
You felt your orgasm approaching, slow rumbles at first. You tried to speak. Hyunjin removed his fingers, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
He paused, smirk growing across his features as his cock went faster, length plunging in and out of you at an inhuman pace. In a few minutes, your high grew in intensity, a hurricane of pleasure washing over you as you fell over the edge. Hyunjin’s hips stuttered as he came, filling you up, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, before Hyunjin slowly carried you to your bed, setting you down on it. His softening cock stayed inside you as he wrapped you up in his arms, chuckling when you fell asleep quickly.
summary — college team's volleyball captain and your roommate-cum-best friend, hwang hyunjin argues with you over guys being better than girls in relationships to help you out of one. or in which hyunjin is in love with you for years now and he finally decides that maybe he doesn't want that best friend tag anymore.
note — kinda excited to post this very long plotted fic on here because first long fic for skz !!! this fic is brought to you by hq, hyunjin's long blond hair and b me mv that we never got. please please do send me constructive criticism so that i can improve on my writing for this community. happy reading!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
Your best friend, Hwang Hyunjin yells at the top of his voice, pitch lower in precision as you open the door and slam it shut forcefully, the sound loud enough to bounce to him clearly. Your feet storm hard against the wooden flooring of your apartment, sound bouncing off from that again and Hyunjin pauses his video game to look at you.
It's a familiar sight. Hyunjin sighs.
"Hey," he tries catching your attention but he fails. You storm into your room, hair flailing behind you in your anger, eyes blurry with the angst you feel that wraps slowly around your heart. You walk into the room and slam the door shut, so loud that a chip of wood breaks from the top of the door and falls down.
"Jesus Christ! Y/N—" Hyunjin yells to no one in particular. However, he drops his controller to the side of the couch and jumps to his feet only after pausing his game. He takes big strides to your room and in high contrast to his rash movements, his knocking on your door is very gentle.
"Can I come in?" He asks, scratching the door absentmindedly. He presses his ear and head against the door to hear a response but all he hears are your soft cries and it makes him sad.
"Go away, Hyunjin!"
"Y/N, let me in," he stresses, his leg kicking the air slightly, dangling before that. "I—"
"You're going to make fun of me."
"Will not." Hyunjin knows where this stems from and he won't deny. However, at this minute, he just wants to be there for you. Teasing could wait for an hour or so after you've calmed down. "So please?"
You hum and Hyunjin waits for a sign of protest. When he hears none, he takes it as an approval to open the door and the sight before him hurts him ever so slightly.
You are wrapped in a cocoon of your white blanket and your head is buried in the sheets outside, not ready to look up at your best friend. He frowns as he walks towards you, letting himself to sit by your side. He stretches his arm out and stops when you declare,
"I'm a world class dumpee."
"You are," he shrugs, voice tainted with a slight tease and you look up at him, glaring with your red, puffy eyes. You try shoving him but the cocoon you are wrapped in slightly falls forward too in impact. Hyunjin laughs and stretches both his arms forward to prevent you from falling forwards.
You pout, mumbling with a voice that is strained and is your proof of the urge to cry, "You promised you wouldn't."
"I'm your best friend," he shrugs and pushes your body wrapped in the thick blankets backwards, your head hitting against the pillow. A soft whine leaves your lips, followed by an oomph. "You knew I was going to tease you at the very first opportunity."
And then Hyunjin pounces on you, tickling your sides over the covers and your tickle sensitive being rushes in sensation as you laugh your heart out, chest heavy and mind focussing only on your best friend that you forget about the boy who broke up with you an hour back.
"Stop," you laugh. "Hyunjin," you whine. "Stop, you idiot," you laugh again. "I'm going to kill you—"
Hyunjin's laughter fills the air along with yours. In your perspective through your watery eyes, you see a boy with no worries and all smiles and you want to be like that. You desperately want to be like that. You push your wrapped body upwards to shove Hyunjin to the side and it works. He laughs, slowly receding with yours and he lets out a loud relieved sigh as he looks at your face with less creases and tears that now fall due to laughter.
"Hey," Hyunjin says and you turn your head to face him. His face is rigid, the childish gleam that he had just a while back long gone.
He sits up, running a hand through his hair and folding his arms soon after. "The guy was a jerk," he tells, helping you up. His hand finds the end of the blanket and unwraps it slowly from your being. "He was a mighty jerk, okay?"
"He is your teammate, Lee Minho," you stare, dead into his eyes and he shrugs.
"I know," he sighs before shrugging, giving you a nonchalant look. "What was it this time? Let me guess, he broke up with you for no reason again."
You hit the blankets that cover your thigh hard and send imaginary daggers in Hyunjin's way, "Yeah! I just don't understand why he'd break up with me."
"Uh, possibly because—"
"Is it because I'm on like close friend terms with everyone in the college volleyball team? I mean, Lee Minho always said dating—"
"Dating you would be hard, Y/N," Hyunjin continues, mocking your ex-boyfriend's voice. "You hang out with so many guys and all your best friends are dudes that it makes me jealous," Hyunjin pauses, placing his hands flat on the bed from behind as he leans back. "Ah, Lee Minho, that bastard. He always did say that to you."
You look down, fidgeting with your fingers and you roar out in anger. Hyunjin looks at you amused until you say, "Why can't guys be more like girls?"
Hyunjin's eyebrow is raised and he laughs mockingly. He lifts his arms from behind, stretches his back before sitting up straight. He kicks his legs and raises it upwards to sit cross legged, looking straight at you and laughs again. "You are totally kidding me, right?"
"No, I'm not, Hyunjin," your eyebrows furrow. "The reason behind most, if not all, break-ups is the guy."
Hyunjin agrees with you deep down. Okay, maybe not completely but at least a ninety percent and that's a good one. However, he knows how competitive you are and if there's something that can get your head out of this post break up blues, it's this.
A competition. And so just to entice you a little, he sneers, "If anything, girls should be more like guys."
"Bitch, no," you laugh, head falling back at the sheer stupidity that rolls out from your best friend's mouth. "Men are so conceited that they had to make a whole word for treating women equal."
"Not all men simp. Plus, it's an AAVE and that people should not use it. In my defense, I've treated you like a guy my whole life," he shrugs. Lies. Lies. Lies he spews out endlessly because at one point, without him even knowing, things did change and he's seen you as a woman; as a woman he now has feelings for.
Hyunjin, to prove his point, hits you on his back like you've seen him do with all his teammates and your torso bends forward from your hips on impact. "See!" He stretches his arms, tattoos on display in the loose half sleeved black top he wears and you wince, stretching your hand back to rub only for Hyunjin to stop laughing quickly and rub your back, mumbling, "Sorry."
"Hyunjin," you shrug, mumbling, trying to guide your best friend. "Don't ever use the not all men tag, please."
He slaps a hand over his mouth, realising his error, again apologising and you stretch your hand forward quickly to protest, "No, no," you tell, "You don't have to apologise. I just hope you know how it sounds."
"I do," he falls back, lying down against your mattress. "I do and I hate that I accidentally said it."
You follow suit, and fall on the bed, hair splaying around, some falling on Hyunjin's face. He groans, moving the hair away and whining, "It got into my mouth, ew." You laugh.
Hyunjin speaks out, staring at the ceiling, "Whose fault is it that a relationship goes astray?"
"Still going to say the men," you look at the same spot he stares at. "They're—"
"It's a war."
"See!" You exclaim. "This is the issue with men. They cut us off all the time."
Hyunjin laughs, hand stretching out to hold your wrist to soothe you down and mumbling another apology, he continues, "This is a battle, Y/N; a battle that's aged long and has never come to a conclusion. The battle—"
"Get to the point."
"Look who cut me off now."
"Anyhow," he continues. "The battle between men and women."
"You definitely sounded like a prepubescent boy there," you look at Hyunjin. His skin is so clear, you notice, making a mental note to steal his skin care products later. He turns a second later to face you and he nods, "Don't care. Definitely going to win this."
"You wish," you let out a condescending laugh. "I'm going to beat your ass, Hyunjin."
"Kinky," he smiles that stupid, toothy grin of his, "I likey."
"You gross pubescent boy," you shove at his arms only for him to quickly hold your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours in the midst of the squabble. You let him, still laughing lightly, lungs light and mind free from all the sad thoughts.
"I see that I've got an upgrade."
You're about to thank Hyunjin for this small gesture that probably seems to be nothing when his phone rings from the other room. The scary unexpected track to Tokyo Ghoul's opening – Unravel – that you can't help but accept that you've grown to like, plays.
He lets go of your hand and jolts upwards, jumping off the bed. A small whine leaves your lips unexpectedly and Hyunjin smiles at that. He pulls up the blankets over your body that he shifted, mumbling, "You should sleep early. You had a tough day."
"No," you whine yet again, "Let's talk more—" His phone rings louder, the scream part of the ringtone jolting you up and your hand falls on your chest in shock. "Hate when your phone does."
"And yet you sing along to it," he sings, humming the tune.
"Pfft," you scoff, holding onto the blanket, scrunching it in your grip. "Go. It's probably about the practise match against Yonsei University."
He hums in agreement, folding the blanket again carefully, right below your neck, his cold hands brushing against your clavicle and the temperature difference runs a shiver down your spine.
Hyunjin switches off the light as he walks out, gently closing the door shut and you watch your best friend throwing a small smile at you before leaving. Did you really deserve all this care? Perhaps not.
Hyunjin, on the other hand, dashes out to get the phone before the caller cuts the call in frustration. He's definitely not spending the money to call back whoever it is. That shit is expensive. He jumps a couple of steps and grabs his phone, accepting the call before looking at the name of the caller.
"Hyunjin…" It's Lee Minho. "Can you come over?"
"I really want to throw a punch at you, you bastard."
And Hyunjin does. Virtually, of course. Over the game they are playing. He couldn't afford to injure a fellow teammate when the preliminaries are right around the corner.
"Bro," Minho sighs. "Can you go easy on me?"
His game character hits Minho's again, the energy bar of the other drastically going down on the screen. Hyunjin can't stop. The frustration that he has pent up over the last hour after seeing you cry and crumble over being dumped by his other friend drives him to the edge and he delivers another punch. Minho's character dramatically collapses as soon as the energy bar is empty and he drops the console by his side, pressing his back against the sofa, arms wrapped against his chest, pouting.
"Go on," Hyunjin glares at him. "You better have a good explanation."
Minho runs a hand through his hair and sitting up straight, turning his torso to face Hyunjin, he tells, "I don't."
"You're lucky that we have a match soon, else you'd be six feet underground," Hyunjin sighs, throwing his hands over his head and folding it behind. "I can't believe you did that to Y/N."
"I fell out of love with her," Minho says. He doesn't dare to look at Hyunjin because he fears if the glares would actually result in him six feet underground. "Can't that be the only reason?"
Hyunjin chuckles, moreso at himself than at his friend, mumbling under his breath so low that Minho thinks it's just him humming, "Is it possible to fall out of love with her?"
He wishes Lee Minho could tell him how.
Hyunjin stands up, patting his denim jeans and looking at Minho, he warns, eyebrows furrowing, "I'll help her out with this. Just don't be a jerk and start dating in like two days."
"I—" Hyunjin glares at him. "Fine."
"Practice at seven," he adds and grabs the key of his motorcycle from the table before him. "Don't be late and act normal around Y/N."
"Fine, sir," Minho rolls his eyes. He won't admit it ever but the man warning him could be the reason for his breakup. That and his insecurity and fear of you cheating on him. But it's mostly Hwang Hyunjin. He knows how he feels even if you didn't.
Hyunjin walks out of Minho's house, closing the door on his way out and getting on his motorcycle, he rides back home to you. Just as he had promised you.
He opens the door to your room as soon as he enters his house, removing his shoes and placing it to the side, only to find his ears listening to the soft snores that let free from your lips. Carefully he walks towards you, his thumb and forefinger holding your chin lightly and tilting your head upwards to help you breathe properly.
He pauses for a minute just to watch you. Your eyebrows that you dislike so much just because according to you, it's not thick enough. He loves it however, even though you would never listen to him. Your eyelashes cast a gentle shadow on your high cheekbones and he gasps because you're so beautiful. You're so near to him and yet so far.
He bends forward, pushes your fringes to the side and places a soft kiss against your forehead, mumbling the words he wishes he could tell you straight up. Even if he did, you'd probably laugh and scoff at him.
"Beautiful girl," his lips graze the skin by your forehead, "You are a fighter. You have always been a fighter. You are stronger than you think. You are braver than you believe. Every challenge that life has thrown at you, you've conquered every obstacle that has been placed in front of you. You've overcome every single one of them. You are unstoppable and unbreakable and right now, you are filled with more faith than you have ever been."
Hyunjin pulls away, softly caressing the hair by the side of your face, "So please believe in yourself. You're worth so much love. So much of it, Y/N."
"The jerseys came!"
Bang Chan screams, a huge grin on his face as he opens the door for you. He runs to Felix and holds onto his shoulders before jumping up and down in joy. He is so delighted. "It looks so good, dude."
Hyunjin smiles, running towards you and helping you with the cardboard box. "It's alright," you mumble. "I'm the manager. It's my job."
"Pfft," he scoffs. "And I'm your best friend. It's my job." He picks the huge box that covers your entire upper half, easily and places it down before the coach and the team.
Jisung rushes to your side, nudging you with his elbow, "We've got a pretty good manager." He bends down and rips open the box, taking his jersey in his hand, "Number 13, bitches. Nothing shows what an amazing libero I am like the number most feared." You laugh.
"Number 10 isn't that bad, I guess." You hear Minho's voice break through the cluster of voices and your movements still. You turn your head to look at the brown haired boy who towers over you, wearing a smile so pretty that your heart still skips a beat.
"Hey, Y/N," he smiles. "Thanks for bringing this over."
"Uh," you fidget with your fingers, averting your gaze everywhere else besides at Minho. "I guess. It's my job, yeah."
Hyunjin notices. He always does. The boy runs towards you with his jersey. Number 1 printed in big behind. The setter brings the jersey so close to your face that it's buried in the fresh opened shirt. "Number 1, of course," he laughs, scrunching the shirt in his hand as he raises both his arms above.
"Oh, shut up, Jinnie," you laugh.
"Yeah, shut up, Jinnie," Jisung echoes. The middle blocker, though not the tallest in stature, is excellent at his position and has the biggest love-hate relationship with your best friend. He folds his arms and mocks Hyunjin.
Hyunjin places his right hand down on Jisung's head, ruffling his hair after pressing down on it. He scolds the older boy, "Don't call me Jinnie. Y/N's the only one who gets to call me that."
"Stop gathering around people," The captain claps his hands together to gather all of your attention. You quickly rush to his side and he smiles at you warmly, before looking at his team and glaring at each of them as they gather around him. "Yonsei University was kind enough to arrange a practice match with us thanks to—"
"Y/N," Jisung shouts, pivoting his arms by their sockets before lifting them both high above his head, cheering for you.
"Don't cut me off, Han," the coach shoots daggers at him, frowning visibly at the disobedience. "One more time and you're running around the gymnasium twenty times."
Jisung groans, only after winking at you. You chuckle under your breath, covering your face with the notepad in your hand. Hyunjin rolls his eyes, nudging Jisung to 'keep it in his pants' in the scariest voice ever. You could feel the dark clouds around Hyunjin, the aura darkening for a split minute before he breaks out into a huge smile as he looks at you.
The coach instructs out commands; strategies to help the team win against Yonsei. Moves that he's studied after watching their matches. You know this because you watched Hyunjin do the same at home. He does it at odd timings though.
You would wake up at three in the morning to grab a glass of water and you'd find your best friend squatting in front of the television as he watches every single one of Yonsei's matches. He wouldn't listen to you telling him to go to sleep because, "Being the captain is hard, Y/N. The whole team's banking on me to set the ball perfectly at the right time. I can't..."
And you understand. You understand the worries that go around in his head, the anxiety of being the best because he's no genius. He got to the top, made a name for him all thanks to his hard work and if he needs to keep it — he won't have it any other way — he swears to god that he would practise and study till he drops dead. Hwang Hyunjin loves volleyball that much.
So, you do what any friend would do.
You would make two cups of coffee, one for him and one for yourself. You sit next to him and watch the match with him. Your head lays back against the soft material of the sofa, just watching Hyunjin's eyes fixed on the screen, studying each movement of every player, gasping occasionally at how the setter of Yonsei's team leans his head back to decoy the opposite team only to dump the ball.
You don't remember much from that night because you fall asleep way too quick in the silence and in the presence of a focussed Hyunjin, your cup of coffee half empty. You don't remember anything from that night besides the fact that you woke up in your bed the next morning, or more like, Hyunjin waking you up the next morning because you overslept. Either ways, you were back in your bed and for that, you were grateful.
And as soon as the coach is done with the instructions, the team members scramble before splitting themselves into two groups, first to do serves and then perfect shots and finally, have a practice match.
You sit next to the coach, watching each and every member. That's what the previous manager told you to do. To observe. That's what the manager must do. To observe so well that you know each member well enough to know how their mind works, how their personalities are and who they truly want to be.
This is exactly why you can't seem to ever hate Lee Minho. Because you've seen him on the court, at his very best.
He's the best darn middle blocker you've ever seen. He doesn't tower that much over people with his height but when he jumps, lifting off his feet, he is as good as a wall cemented and strong before the opponent. He has only got better with every practice match and you realise that he wants to be better. And that's how he truly is. The constant urge to do better than the person he was before and perhaps, to Minho, you are someone he wants to leave behind in the past.
There's no one to blame here and you realise that it's a lot better if you accept the truth before it hurts you more than it should.
But then, in a second, Hyunjin takes your attention away whole heartedly. The boy arches his body so beautifully as he sets the ball for Jisung who slams the ball over the net with such force that leaves you gaping, notebook slamming your thigh. The coach stands up, his heels slamming the ground first before his toes do and he is as stunned as you are, eyes wide.
Funnily, Jisung's surprised too.
"We did it!" He says slowly, his words gradually making sense to him and when it does, he rushes to him, holding his shoulders and jumping ecstatically, "Hwang Hyunjin, we fucking did it!"
"When did you guys practice that?" The coach cuts the commotion short with his question. Hyunjin turns to face him along with Jisung, scratching the back of his head. Jisung is so overjoyed that he rushes to the coach, "Today morning! It sounded delusional but we pulled it off, coach."
You look at Hyunjin, who turns his attention back to you as soon as the coach is scrambling off to tell more instructions to Jisung on how he should time it a little bit earlier to hit it with even more impact. You smile, giving him a thumbs up and Hyunjin laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Are you guys finally dating now that Minho's out of the picture?" Chan nudges Hyunjin. The man stumbles a step forward on impact only to quickly look at the older with eyes so wide that he wonders if it were possible.
"What?" He splutters the words out, voice haphazard after the cough.
"Everyone in the team thinks you guys should," Chan shrugs and Hyunjin's face morphs into that of seriousness almost instantly and shoots the other male with, "Did Minho hear of this?"
"Perhaps," Chan catches the ball Felix throws at him. The coach claps his hands to bring the attention back to him, barking out orders to resume the game. Chan pats Hyunjin's shoulders, "You know what we always tell, Hyunjin, in this sport—"
"Take the shot when you see the opportunity."
"Or someone's going to block again," Chan sniggers and looks at Minho, who was trying his very best to avoid your gaze, "This time round, it could be someone better than our middle blocker."
You're picking up the volleyballs lying around when the guys go to shower and change, dribbling them slightly and smiling to yourself. A figure towers over you as they drop a ball into the huge bucket. You turn around to look up at Minho.
"Can we speak?"
"Do we have more to say?"
"I guess," he shrugs.
"We can still be friends, Minho," you sigh, eyes closed. "I also won't be those annoying types to tell Hyunjin to stay away from you because you broke up with me. You should know better."
"I didn't mean that," Minho looks offended. "I wanted to apologise. I should have tried harder perhaps."
"You should have."
"I know," Minho sucks in his lower lip. "I really should have but you know—"
"Lee Minho," your voice is firm. "I've told you a gazillion times that Hyunjin and I are just friends, Minho. Somehow you made up this sort of weird thing in your head so don't drag me into this mess. This is yours."
Minho scoffs, "You're going to eat your words soon," and picks up another ball. You remember the task you had forgotten in the heat of the moment, rushing to pick up a ball to put it back. The rest of the team is slowly making their way outside.
"I doubt," you sigh, throwing the last ball into the bucket and dusting your hands together. Jisung's darting towards you, hands in the air. Minho moves to the side, gliding against the floor, making way for the shorter man to reach you, bubbling with such enthusiasm you wonder what the cause of it is.
"Felix is treating us!"
Ah, so that's the reason. You smile at Jisung, nodding your approval. You push the bucket to the side of the gymnasium with Minho's help and switch the lights off as the team exits the gymnasium.
"Lee Minho!" You hear a feminine voice through the air, your eyebrows quirking upwards automatically. Hyunjin walks to your side, sighing as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sports jacket, mumbling so softly that you barely catch it, "I warned that asshole, God damn him."
Minho's face lights up in a way you haven't seen in a while and your heart is heavy. The woman, Irene — you hear Chan shout her name and wave at her — locks her arm with Minho's and walks with him, the man doing nothing to push her away. It shouldn't affect you. Not anymore now that the two of you have broken up and yet it hurts.
Hyunjin quickly pulls you away, preventing your eyes from lingering further even a minute more. His hand holds yours and he drags you to his motorcycle. You look down, biting the insides of your cheeks, alternating between the right and left every time you taste the copper of the blood.
"Your hand is so small," Hyunjin says. "Like look at how it fits into mine," he laughs, lifting your hand upwards as he clasps it tightly. He mumbles, "So small."
You break into a smile, watching Hyunjin tease you, momentarily drifting from the thought that upsets you and it leaves you wondering how Hyunjin does it all the time. He lets go of your hand, ruffling your hair as he bends lightly, "You've got this."
He quickly turns on the heels of his feet, pulling out the keys to his bike and igniting it. You hear Jisung scream from behind, "I thought you were taking me with you!"
Hyunjin screams back, "Carpool with the rest. I'm taking Y/N."
He lifts his leg, straddling the bike as he holds onto the handles, kicking the support free. He turns towards you and tells you to hop on and you do as he says. Your fingers hold his jacket, making sure you're not hugging him from behind. Minho's words run in your head and Hyunjin notices this small gesture of yours but he pays no heed. After all, it's been a while since he realised that what he has with you is better when it's platonic. He is too afraid to lose you.
"Jinnie," you tell him as he starts the motorbike, accelerating behind Jin who leads the way. You hear your best friend scream, "Yeah," through the loud winds that hit you.
You lean forward and speak closer into his ears, your jaw hitting his helmet, "Remember how I said the guys are to be blamed in a relationship."
"Yeah," he hints at you to proceed.
"Here's my first point. Minho back there," you point out. "It was that easy for a guy to move on. That easy," you stress your word. "While I'm here repenting if there was any way to get things back to where it was. However, there's no use in me trying because there's Minho with Irene like our relationship was a thing in the past."
"That doesn't mean he didn't care about you during the relationship. That's how guys are. They give it their everything when they're in the relationship," Hyunjin reasons and you laugh sardonically.
"You're kidding me, right? The girl definitely cares more. It almost seems so easy for the guys to break up and move on. Remember the time when you broke up with Lisa," you speak, raising your tone a little more so that Hyunjin can hear you. The motorcycle moving against the wind causes your hair to touch your mouth and you're spitting hair out facing the side. Hyunjin laughs, his grip on the accelerator tightening as he speeds up just a little bit, causing you to hold onto his jacket pockets a little tighter.
"Bro," Hyunjin mutters when you bring up Lisa. "I cried enough when she broke up with me, okay?"
"You did, for a day or two," you state. "The girl cried her heart out for a whole week. You went partying that Friday with Jisung!"
"Are we now using quantitative measurements to determine how deep our care and love is?" Hyunjin gasps, sounding very offended. "This reminds me why most relationships don't work. Because girls are shallow as fuck."
Hyunjin accelerates, missing sight of the speed breaker in front of him. It hurls you onto his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist to keep you safe. A soft scream leaves your lips as the side of your face buries into his broad back.
"Sorry," Hyunjin apologises quickly. "Didn't see that!" Hyunjin prays that you don't move your arms away but you do and he sighs, face falling. He is glad that you can't see him. Your hand is back to gripping his jacket and head back in this battle of words you're currently having with your best friend.
"It's okay," you tell him. "What's not okay is how you think women are shallow."
"They are!" He takes a turn to the left. Your thigh muscles tighten as it straddles the seat, fingers digging into his side for support. "I mean, let's be real, sweetheart. You take an hour or more to get ready for college."
"Because I want to look presentable!" You hit his broad back and he chuckles.
"Lies! You're shallow!"
"Says the person who walks around shirtless at home and stares at the mirror, lightly touching your abs and saying perfect," you tease and Hyunjin turns to look at you for a minute with his eyes wide before he turns his attention back on the road.
"You saw that?"
"Of course. I see that every day."
"But you're watching the television, how?"
"Reflections," you state.
He's gasping. The motorcycle slows down as it reaches Pizza Alvolo. The pizzeria is adjacent to a pretty park and you can hear the birds chirp lowly right before the sun is ready to set. You jump off the motorcycle, dusting the denims covering your thighs and Hyunjin removes his helmet, hooking it to the handle securely.
The rest of the team are seated in the pizzeria already waiting for the two of you, waving at you as soon as you enter the place. You rush and sit next to Jisung who has been aggravatingly patting the seat next to him. Hyunjin sits opposite to you, next to Chan. He snatches the menu from him and the elder male whines at the behaviour.
You look around and notice that Minho hasn't reached the place yet. Not that it mattered to you. You will slowly learn to stop caring so much for a man and you will soon be able to look at him and think of only the fond memories and nothing more.
Or so you thought.
The minute you see Minho walk into the pizzeria, although not with Irene, you feel the ground slip underneath you. Jisung is nice enough — albeit not knowing of the whole pickle you are in — to hold your wrist and turn your attention towards the stack of pizza boxes that come your way as he gleams, "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!"
You look away from Minho and toward the direction Jisung points before turning to look at Hyunjin who lets out a loud sigh. You know that he's clutching at his thick thighs, nails digging into it at the sight of your uncomfortability. Hyunjin knows it will take you days to get over this break up, maybe weeks and that as a good best friend, he should wait. He should understand.
But it frustrates him so much. The sight of you being in pain, in hurt because of another man — his other best friend at that — pisses him off way more than he thought it should at first.
Hyunjin quickly takes his phone out and you narrow your eyes at him, mouthing, "Rude. Put it back into your pocket." In a second, your phone dings and you take yours out. Minho sits by Jisung's side in that second, a seat away from you and your heartbeat accelerates. You unlock your phone to see a message from Hyunjin and you lift up your head, raising an eyebrow at him and he eyes at you to open the message.
Jinnie: do you want to leave?
Your eyes widen and your lips part slightly. You don't respond immediately, locking the phone and shoving it back into your pocket. You smile at Hyunjin, trying to signal that you were alright so far. Jisung opens the cardboard boxes of the pizza and squeals. Chan looks at the situation, analysing if it'd be bad for the team on a bigger approach. Hyunjin might be the captain but had it not been for Chan's guidance, the volleyball team would not have lasted a day more with the differences.
Felix announces, "Eat to your heart's merry! I might never treat again." He takes the first bite for courtesy's sake before telling everyone to join in.
The team laughs and Minho smiles, the skin by his eyes wrinkling and your heart stops to remember all the reasons you were so madly in love with this man. It is at this minute you realise it'll take you maybe a little longer than you thought, a little longer than a casual fling and a little lesser than a long term relationship. You should have known this is bound to happen the minute you allowed yourself to let your petty emotions take over.
And maybe, just maybe, it is the fact that you have to pretend to be alright with having Minho around you that makes this heartbreak pain ten times worse.
Surprisingly, Hyunjin already seems to know because he doesn't stop glancing at you after every bite of the slice he has in his hand.
You stretch your arm out to take a slice of the pepperoni pizza on the table at the same time Minho stretches his arms out to take one. Your fingers brush against his and you jolt your hand backwards, mumbling, "Sorry."
Jisung laughs without knowing and teases, "Why would you apologise for brushing your boyfriend's hand?" He takes a bite of his pizza and as soon as he finishes chewing, he continues, "I mean, you guys do nastier stuff and suddenly, you all are prim and proper, Y/N. Love the contrast you exhibit. It's beautiful. You guys could be at it every time I catch you in the gymnasium alone. Also, you're his longest relationship. You should pride yourself—"
Jisung is speaking and you won't look up. Hyunjin has dropped the knife slightly just to try and get him to stop, though in vain and Minho's looking at you. His eyes won't leave your frame and you just want to leave. It is too early for you to be alright with this. Way too early.
"Stop, Jisung," Chan tells him, reading the situation in the room.
"Why?" Jisung's laughing. Felix understands by now, seeing your face hung down and so does the rest of the team besides the man himself. You can't even come to be angry at Jisung because he seems so innocent, unaware of it all.
You spill the beans for your own heart's safety, "Minho broke up with me."
Minho doesn't shift his eyes at anyone else and Hyunjin holds the knife again, a little too tight this time. Jisung's smile turns instantly into a frown and he turns his head to glare at your now ex-boyfriend.
He doesn't bother to filter his words. "Why the fuck did you do that, you arsehole?" Minho turns to look at Jisung for a split second before his eyes are back at yours. You lift your head to lock gaze with him and you feel your chest tighten, eyes water and it hurts.
Everything seems so much more painful.
Chan says once again, his voice firm, ready to not listen to one more word of the conversation, "Stop it, Jisung. Read the room."
You stretch your arm out to have another bite of the pizza and everyone eats in silence. The room is pregnant with the most awkward silence you had been in your whole life. You take your phone out, unlocking it and finally replying to the message.
Jisung puts another slice of pizza onto your plate and you smile at him. Felix tries breaking the uneasy tension by talking about this dude he met in his neighborhood that was kind of cute. After sitting for another two minutes, you push your chair back to Jisung's surprise and stand up. Hyunjin stands up instinctively, his calves pushing his chair back and everyone at the table looks at the two of you.
Jinnie: do you want to leave?
"I just realised I have to do some grocery shopping," you laugh nervously. "There's absolutely nothing back at home. Not that Hyunjin would buy anything and keep, right?"
Hyunjin chuckles and everyone in the room knows quite obviously that you are trying to escape the scene. They are kind enough to let you. Felix asks, spilling the oregano seasonings on top of his pizza slice, "Is Hyunjin going with you?"
"No," you cut your best friend before he can give his approval. "I'll go alone." You stretch your arm out, palm facing upwards, "Keys, please?"
"Don't hurt my baby," Hyunjin's sincerity is voiced and you laugh genuinely. Little did you know he meant both you and his motorbike. He drops the key to his motorbike onto your hand and you do a little cheer. Jisung mumbles, "Cute," before stuffing his face with pizzas.
"Have a good time, guys," you wish them and grab your bag, hanging on the chair. Jisung waves enthusiastically. Felix, Chan and the rest of the team waves too. You smile fondly at your team and walk towards the door only to find Hyunjin following you.
"What do you think you are doing right now, mister?"
"Can't I walk you out at the very least, woman?" Hyunjin gapes in dismay. He pulls open the glass door and you laugh.
"Sure thing," you say and walk towards his motorbike. Hyunjin leaves the door after stepping out, the glass door swinging back to shut itself. You swing your legs over his bike, straddling the automobile and dropping your chest slightly to balance the heavy vehicle.
"You sure you'll be alright?"
"Don't you trust your teaching? You taught me how to ride this thing. Don't worry."
You look over Hyunjin's shoulder to see Minho still looking at you, worry smeared all over his face and you feel your throat constricting again as you do your best to tear your eyes away from him.
Hyunjin takes a step closer, making sure everything's alright with the vehicle so that it doesn't endanger you. He places his hand over your wrist and you look at him in confusion, "Promise me you'll take care of yourself."
"I will," you laugh. "What are you? My daddy?"
Hyunjin stiffens for a minute before he lets go of all the inappropriate thoughts that fill him for a minute there before teasing you, "Do you want me to be your daddy?"
"Nah," you throw your head back. "You aren't that rich enough." You place the helmet over your head and look at him. Hyunjin taps your helmet and hugs you slightly.
"I'll see you at home."
You start the bike on ignition and look over Hyunjin's shoulder one last time to look at Minho, locking gazes with him before you pull yours away from him towards Hyunjin.
You look ahead, the clear road in front of you and turn the accelerator only after telling Hyunjin, giggling slightly,
"Sure thing, Daddy."
Hyunjin, on the other hand, is too caught up in his worry, eyes lingering behind the trailing presence of yours that finally disappears from his sight into a speck that fades away. In any other circumstances, he would have found your petite figure driving the huge motorcycle and you even calling him daddy, although in a teasing tone, insanely hot.
Right now, however, he just hopes you are safe. He wishes he could be by your side at every second.
Gaho's Stay Here blasts on the bluetooth speaker. Hyunjin pulls open the door only to find you lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with the most emotionless face he has ever seen you with. His eyes dart towards the empty bottles of soju on the small table in the hall.
You sit up, looking at your best friend and your lip pucker out quickly pouting at the sight of him and you stretch your arms out wide, squealing, "Hyunjinnie. You are home."
Hyunjin walks towards you, plopping on the couch and sitting next to you. He quickly lifts his arm up, hand darting back and forth at the air to steer the smell away as he frowns at you, "You reek of liquor, dude."
You quickly hug him, wrapping your arms around his frame from the side and snuggling your face into his shoulder. Hyunjin stiffens under your grip and he looks down at your being with eyes closed and he realises that you might after all just be a small being in need of some loving. He wishes to be the person to do that. Hwang Hyunjin utterly and truly wants to be your person.
Hyunjin takes your phone to stop playing the music — Stay Here that's been currently playing on repeat for the twentieth time straight — and you whine against his skin, tickles running down Hyunjin's spine.
"Don't stop the music," you mumble and Hyunjin looks at you and your figure that hugs him securely, head snuggled by his neck, chin digging into the skin by his collarbone and all Hyunjin can focus on is his heart that is beating furiously against his chest.
"Y/N," Hyunjin's voice seems like an anchor to your woozy mind and you hug him tighter, gripping stronger on to his white shirt. You hum in response and Hyunjin continues, "Gaho's music doesn't seem very fitting for the minute."
You pull apart, your face morphing and changing into that of offense as you glare at him, mumbling, "Gaho is the only one that understands me." You play the music again, the bluetooth speakers blasting with the sad slow tune in the air and you feel the want to cry all over again.
You stretch your arm out to take a soju bottle from the table to down it all out when Hyunjin stretches out to stop you, his fingers wrapping around your wrists. He locks his eyes with yours and in the softest, most caring voice you've ever heard from him, he says, "Don't, Y/N. It hurts me too."
"Can I hold you?"
In a split moment, the room is filled with just the soft beats of Gaho's Start Over playing, your raspy breaths and Hyunjin's lost stare. His grip on your wrist tightens and your mind is far too intoxicated to think if this friendship could be ruined. Your heart is heavy, chest tight and you want someone to free you. Anyone. You are clawing at the imaginary wall all by yourself and anyone could be a help. Anyone that is not Lee Minho.
"Yes," and you fall on Hyunjin at the exact same moment he pulls your hand closer towards him. The timing seems to have lapsed on to each other. Your chest on Hyunjin's, eyes looking up at him as your arms snake slowly over his torso. You snuggle forward, rubbing against his body slightly and Hyunjin sighs.
To Hyunjin, the scene is a lot dramatic just because of the soft music playing and because you are drunk off your head according to him, barely able to make decisions. He just doesn't want to do anything that will make either of your friendships but right now, in this minute with you almost on top of him, locking your eyes in his, your arms around his torso, close enough to feel every part of your being, he wants to be drunk too.
Hyunjin wants to be drunk so that he can make a mistake. Hyunjin wants to be so drunk that he can't think just because he is a coward.
"Do you feel better?" He asks and you snuggle into his chest, burying your face into it as you hold him. Your lonely heart being comforted by just his presence and in the back of your drunk head, you know you feel a little bit more that causes your heart to flutter when Hyunjin cares.
You and Hyunjin are both cowards — two small people in this big world with big emotions unwilling to risk one status for another, over the fear of losing each other.
But Hyunjin wants to risk it tonight. After years of pining, he wants to risk this golden friendship he has shared with you for years now. You are the trigger, however. You lift your face away from his chest and crawl slightly towards him, pushing yourself against him. You look at him, lips pressed together and you stretch your right arm upwards to hold his face in your hand.
"Jinnie," your voice lets out his name in such an airy tone that it seems to disappear away even before it reaches his ear. His eyes are glassy and his heart is in his throat, eager in nothing but anticipation that is risen from all his hoping.
It happens as he has imagined. You lean forward so slowly that he pictures every second vividly and in an instant, your lips are on his. Hyunjin knows it should have felt wrong but God, save him — nothing felt more right than this.
You kiss him and his whole world falls away. It lingers, like a memory that stays behind. Your lips are slow and soft against him, comforting yourself and him in ways that words would never be. Hyunjin's hand slowly lifts up to rest below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breath mingles only for a split second — one filled with hesitance and uncertainty — before you pull away, looking at your best friend.
It is just a second of a kiss. Something so small and insignificant to seemingly anyone else yet it means the whole world to Hyunjin. It is the whole world to Hyunjin because this is all that is needed to let him astray, hinge released of the stupid restrictions he has made up in his head over you.
Your small kiss is all Hyunjin needs to hold on to because in the next minute, he is pulling you towards him, hands cupping your face tightly and angling it to kiss you, encasing your lower lips in his as he moves against your coral ones. You let out a small gasp and run your fingers down his spine, holding him as close as possible until there is no space left between the two of you and you can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Loud, clear and unknown to you that it beats for you in this minute.
Hyunjin's lips are slammed against yours, nearly knocking all wind from your lungs and you don't know if it is your feelings or Hyunjin himself. He presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, the minute you let him in, he delves inside your mouth. Hyunjin kisses you like he thinks it is the last time he will ever be able to have his lips against yours.
Your arms move up his back and tangle around his thick, strong neck. In an instant, you pull away and arch up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against your own, before you draw back into his lips. Hyunjin can feel the burn of hard soju in his mouth, thanks to you, and it rolls off your tongue into his, seeping down his throat and he can't hate it. There is a thrill in its own that Hyunjin knows stems from you.
If it was possible, Hyunjin would slow down time.
You pull back eventually only to hug him, humming against his neck, lips pressed against the soft expanse of his skin. Hyunjin's hand is pressed against your back as he pats you in a steady rhythm, instinctively humming to a tune that could calm you.
"Thank you," and he feels your weight fall on to his shoulder as you snuggle closer into his neck, your warm breath fanning against him, sending shivers down his spine. "For everything."
Hyunjin holds you for a while, silence and nothing but your breathing that is soft music to his ears, till he hears your soft snores buzzing against his eardrums and he knows you have fallen asleep in his arms, against his chest.
The next morning, you find yourself magically in your bed, comforter on top of you covering every inch of you, head aching thanks to your reckless drinking last night with no memory of whatsoever that happened. Lightheaded you should have known better.
Hyunjin chooses to be a coward, the morning after.
The greens that cover the campus is the only other thing that keeps you sane in this university. The first being, the volleyball team. However, you don't know anymore if it is still, in the present.
You sit on the same bench before a beautiful fountain with a tiger head right in the centre, watching the vast basketball court. A place that holds way more memories to you now than it did a year before.
You shake your legs, feet pointing forward as you listen to music with about half an hour in your hand to waste before you head down towards the gymnasium to meet with the volleyball team. Besides few people that walk down towards their classes, the campus looks pretty stranded as you watch every single person stay happy in their sphere.
"Y/N," you hear your name being called out through yet another one of Gaho's songs and you lift your head up, to look at the person by your side, standing and providing you the shade they probably didn't intend to.
It's the man himself, the one who broke your heart for an explanation that made no sense to you. Lee Minho.
He stands tall, towering over you and your neck aches from looking up at him that you decide to stand up, removing the earbuds and placing it on the wooden bench, next to your phone.
"You're here." You gulp. "Aren't you supposed to be headed to the gym for practice?"
The fountain is everything you associate Minho with — moreover, it is perhaps the relationship with him that you associated the beautiful water fountain with. To see the very same man before you right now is needless to say surprising.
"I could ask you the same thing," Minho chuckles. He takes out a small cone of butterscotch ice cream and extends his arm, offering it to you. You smile softly, thanking him, sitting down back on the bench. "Can I sit here?" He asks and you nod, unwrapping the wrapping paper around the ice cream.
"Yeah," you tap on the seat by your side. You take a bite of your ice cream and Minho visibly flinches, mumbling, "Still the same."
"You broke up with me like two days back. What did you expect? A nirvana attained me?" You scoff. You take another bite of the ice cream, the sensitivity hitting your teeth and you hiss.
"Brutal," Minho chuckles darkly. You scoff, turning your head away and taking another bite of your ice cream. Minho opens his ice cream and you raise an eyebrow at him, mumbling, "You don't eat ice cream though."
"Thought you might want another one," he smiles and the thought of a second ice cream lights you up. "There you go smiling like a dork as always at the thought of it." Minho laughs and you bend forward to take it, your left arm stretching forward. Minho tugs it backwards and your body moves a little more to grab at it until it's too far for you, bringing you to your present position.
Your hand is on Minho's chest, his eyes locked in yours and you are surprised. This is not in your to do list and yet with Minho's grip on your wrist, you drop your ice cream as soon as he edges closer. His face is so close that you can see the perfect plump lips pout slightly, his face glistening in the bright sun and you gasp softly. It has been a while since he has been this close and he still makes your heart go livid within you, beating crazy.
He drops his ice cream in a second, his hands pressing forward to cup your face and pull you into him to kiss the living hell out of you. Your eyes widen, arms falling limp on either side as you stiffen.
"Can I try something?" He hesitates, iron grip on you.
"Try?" You look worried and the next minute, Minho is kissing you, his plump lips on yours for a while before he moves them against yours, taking hold of your lower lip.
It is an instinct. You choose to blame it rather on instincts. Your hand moves to grab the linen draping his arm as you hold it and kiss Minho back. It is as bitter as coffee thanks to all the memories that go along with it and yet — you find yourself drowning. You find yourself wanting more. You find yourself hoping if Minho could stay, if Minho could just pretend to love you, if not.
And it breaks your heart.
All over again.
A lone tear leaves your eyes and then another, till you are crying as you kiss him. A wet messy affair at its finest. Minho pulls back in surprise feeling the wetness against his skin. He cups your face and holds you, looking at you to check for damage — little does he know of the emotional one. Or maybe he does and he chooses to ignore. Typical Lee Minho.
"Did I hurt you?"
Your emotions take over, sanity pushed to the back. You are pulling yourself from Minho as he tries to hold you to calm you down. Your fist plummets down onto his hard chest once and then, for the second time till you are hitting him over and over again till you completely break down in front of him. Minho quickly pulls you into a hug, holding you close till you completely soak his white shirt with your tears.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—" It's a repeated chant. Over and over again till you don't remember how many times you told Minho the same thing. Your mind goes insane with the overdrive of emotions. Did you like Minho still? You don't know. You don't know whether it's the familiarity of his hugs or his kisses or his whole presence that you crave or if it's his love.
"I'm sorry," he whispers and you accept because it's the first time an apology from Lee Minho sounded this sincere. "I'm sorry for breaking your heart." He snuggles into the crook of your neck, swallowed by guilt. Perhaps this is why one should never date their friends; because you lose something much greater.
"I hate you more now for kissing me here," you manage to say, throat rasp from the crying. "How could you stain this memory too? How dare you stain the memory of the location of our first kiss? It was supposed to be a bittersweet memory when I sit here and think." Minho is still hugging you.
It is still bittersweet in a new way, you realise — the fact that Lee Minho kisses you for the last time, you swear to God, in the very same place he kissed you for the first time. The weather changed, the people around changed and the emotions changed. Even after all that, the fountain stays proud and mighty and bears witness to more new relationships and new heartbreaks. Nothing changes besides you. Nothing changes besides what we want.
You pull away from him. Sitting straight, facing the vast basketball court and the juniors playing the game, you make a decision, firm and determined. The soft pink petals fall down from the cherry blossom trees over the two of you and Minho looks at you, and then at the spilled ice cream. To see the boughs that were so bereft in the snow become so beautifully adorned should lift your spirits infinitely and it does slightly. Their scents diffuse in the warming breeze and you hold your head high to savour it.
"Let's stay away from each other for a while."
Minho's eyes shoot up, head lifting up to face you. He does not refute. After all, he knows he has to take a step behind after breaking your heart. What he does not understand is how the two of you could stay away from each other when your friend circles overlap to a large extent.
"How?" He finally asks. "How do I help you with that?"
"By doing just that. Give me space and time to get over you. I'll come back asking for your hand in friendship again," you smile. Your tear stained visage and the difficult smile you put forth is a funny combination but you manage to pull it off well, you'd say. "You don't have to take the first step this time. Let me do this on my own, Minho."
You stand up on your own, grabbing your earphones and your phone. Minho stands up, following suit and asks, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes," you turn only to look at him as you walk backwards. "And you have to head for practice. So get going. I won't have you mess up your performance by all means." You turn back and move ahead. From everything.
"You know I wouldn't," Minho screams back and the last syllable ends with a laugh. You lift your hand to wave and you leave, far, far away from him.
You now have an open wound to stitch back and you know you have to do it on your own.
Hyunjin's phone rings right when he decides to serve the ball. He drops the ball in surprise, the sphere rolling all the way to where his phone is placed. Chan groans, stopping his pace at the sound of the phone ringing, and yells, "Yah! Hyunjin, how many times should I tell you to switch off your phone?"
Felix walks in exactly at that minute, laughing, "Anyone from outside would totally think Chan's the captain!"
Hyunjin runs to his phone, his blond hair strands falling forward, ponytail swinging left and right. Felix laughs at the sight, walking towards the ball and picking it up before throwing it at Chan who catches it swiftly. Hyunjin sees your name on the phone, eyes lighting up instantly and a smile prominent only for Chan to announce, "It's Y/N."
"Of course, it is," Felix scoffs. "Where's the rest of the guys? I thought you said we were to come early—" Felix pauses, eyes widening and gasping, "Hold up! Y/N is late. Whoa!"
"They are probably running towards the gym right now," Hyunjin says before picking up the call. He mouths to the rest, "It'll be short, I promise," and pouts. Chan sighs, only to smile and wave his hand at him to take the call.
"Y/N," Hyunjin cheers up instantly. "Where are—" He hears a choked sob from the other hand and Hyunjin stiffens, face losing the smiling in a second. "Are you alright?"
"I am," you strain it out. You barely manage through with the chokes and that pain that ripples through in waves but you eventually find the words to tell him, "I won't make it to practice today. Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
Hyunjin is angry and he doesn't even know who it is aimed at. He is just beyond mad at the fact that you are crying and someone made you cry. The thought of the skin by your eyes aching and eyes red and burning over anyone made him so angry that he could punch a wall through.
"I'm not telling you," he hears you say and he clenches his fist.
"Stop being a brat, Y/N," he stresses and Chan gestures at him, asking if there was something wrong. Hyunjin nods. "Where are you?"
"Leave me alone, Jinnie," you tell him through the phone, "Please," and his eyes widen before he calms himself down, realising that you are trying to cope all alone, a pathetic self-destructive quirk of yours that he had learned to live with after all these years. He gulps and realises you truly needed time alone and he hums in approval.
"Please reach out to me when you need me," he begs. "Please, Y/N."
Felix and Chan are staring at Hyunjin in worry when the door to the gymnasium opens and Jisung rushes into the room. He is panting and he looks around, searching for someone. Hyunjin turns away, his attention back on the call in his hands and he ends the call quickly, making a note in his mind to check up on you after practise. Not that you would let him miss practise. (Not that Hyunjin would do it to himself in the first place. He'd kill for volleyball.)
He walks towards the rest when Minho walks in, black duffel bag on his shoulder. Jisung is quick on his feet as he runs towards the other man, hands on his shoulders and he shakes the living hell out of him.
"He's gone crazy, dude," Felix mumbles and Chan laughs.
Hyunjin stays at a comfortable distance still, looking at his phone in worry every now and then. The man lifts his head and brings his attention back to the present only when he hears your name leave Jisung's mouth.
"Whoa, dude. You got back together with Y/N?"
"What?" Chan is the first to respond. "You did what?"
"I didn't get back together with her," Minho says, his voice is monotone and lacks anything more than nonchalance and it pisses the hell out of Hyunjin who has his fists still clenched tightly.
"I saw you kissing her but. . ." Jisung drops the bomb all at once in such a lost way that he doesn't realise the impact it was to have in this large gymnasium.
Hyunjin is charging forwards all at once, yelling, "You bastard," as he throws a punch at Minho. The blond dyed man is quick to put two and two together and realise that you are after all, crying because of the black haired man before him.
He pushes him back, Minho hitting the floor and Hyunjin's on top of him, punching him with his clenched fist, mind void and painted in hot red anger. Minho has his arms, blocking his punches and chooses to play on the defensive side.
In fear, we are all monsters. Hyunjin believes that he would be afraid of himself had he astral projected and looked at himself in this minute, all unhinged because of one girl — one girl he would set the world on fire for.
All that rage comes out faster than magma for Hyunjin and is just as destructive. More so because he's the captain. It consumes all that he is, so delicate under that carefully ordered world and carefully put up feign that he is alright with Minho breaking the heart of the girl he loves. Minho shrivels before him but Hyunjin does not stop. He relentlessly keeps going, stopping short of physical violence but doing far more damage with the words that he throws.
Chan tries to pull Hyunjin away as Jisung drags Minho from underneath him. The black haired man is left with bruises and a busted lip. On the other hand, Hyunjin is still fuming, along with Chan, sporting a few cuts from Minho who decided to throw a few punches in the last moment.
"Can you all stop?" Felix sighs.
"Why would you bastard make her cry again?" Hyunjin raises his voice. He's yelling at this point, loud enough for everyone passing by the gymnasium to hear. "Why the fuck would you make Y/N cry again? I told you to leave her alone!"
"This wouldn't have happened if things went different—" Hyunjin tries to rush forward to hit him again upon hearing his words, but Chan and Changbin, another teammate, have a strong grip on him. His blond ponytail lashes in anger and he fights against the two, trying to let go of himself. Minho yells back, "I would have never broken up with her if you never liked her, Hyunjin."
"What?" He stops still in his tracks, limbs falling and Chan lets go.
"How am I supposed to think it's alright for you to randomly stare at my girlfriend with heart eyes? For fuck's sake, you guys hug way more than I hug her," Minho glares, chest rising up as he vents everything he has bottled up so far. "If you had always liked her, you should have told me! I shouldn't have overheard it from Chan telling you to ask her out." Chan's face pales visibly. "I would have tried making her stay. I would have made her stay. I would have," Minho's voice lowers. "I still did, but I was too late."
Hyunjin has no words to refute. His eyes widen and his heart is in his throat, barely being able to say, "You could have taken it out on me. Why would you drag her into this? She loved you. She still wavers because of you. Your faithless love was the only hoax she was forced to believe."
Jisung pouts in awe at the words Hyunjin spills and Minho mumbles, "I don't know. I couldn't think straight."
Felix drops the ball with force, suddenly. The ball squelches before raising high and hitting the wall with impact. He folds his arms and speaks up, "Stop acting like kids." He points at Minho. "You, stop putting the blame of your failed relationship on Hyunjin. Him liking Y/N did not ruin your relationship. You killed it yourself."
"I liked her even before you made a move on her. Nothing has changed, Minho," Hyunjin inhales sharply.
"It's because you're a coward, you arsehole."
Hyunjin closes his eyes, looking away, mumbling, "Not going to even bother denying that. I'd be dating her if I wasn't this scared of losing her."
Felix proceeds to point at Hyunjin, glaring sharply at him, "You call yourself a captain? We have a match in a few days and you decide to lose control and beat up your teammate? One of the best middle blockers out there! What in the world are you thinking, Hyunjin? Jesus Christ, when Y/N hears of this, she's going to beat you up so bad for doing this to him in the name of the team."
Hyunjin doesn't dare to look up at Felix, shuffling the balance of his body from one feet to another. He is embarrassed. He should have never let his emotions take control of his body and yet he did.
Chan walks towards Felix before announcing, "We'll start practice in five. I want the two of you to sort this out by the end of this day. If you haven't, I don't want either of you coming to practice tomorrow."
"I'm the setter!" Hyunjin protests.
"Jeongin can do a darn good job too, so shut up and listen to me well."
"Now," Felix claps his hand, smiling once again brightly before running to pick up the ball. "Let's practice like the perfect team we are!"
"And like I couldn't stop myself. It's like something dragged me to move forward and the next thing I knew, I was on top of Minho—"
"Fuck, that'd be hot."
"Y/N, focus. And like I was beating the crap out of him."
You dab an alcoholic swab over the small wounds on his face as he seethes in pain and you sneer, "Deserved it."
"Ouch," Hyunjin fakes offense. "Side with me at least now. You aren't dating him anymore." You stop, your hand midair and you dab constantly over his wounds till Hyunjins screaming, "Ow, ow, ow. I'm sorry," and holds your wrist and pulls it away.
"But you messed up your team dynamics just because of your anger," you frown. "You and Minho better sort it out quickly, Jinnie. Else, I swear to God." You glare at him.
"What will you do?" Hyunjin laughs, scrunching his nose and teasing you. You place the bandaids over the wounds and raise an eyebrow. Hyunjin prompts, "Bite me?"
"I will," you warn and Hyunjin scoffs, "As if."
You bite him. His shoulder, to be exact. Your teeth hold onto his socket for a good one minute tightly till he is yelping, hitting your back to let go of him as he hisses in pain. You let go of him and narrow your eyes at him. Hyunjin is shocked. So shocked that he blankly stares at you with his mouth wide open.
"Are you a dog?"
"I could be one if you taunt me too much."
"Wow," he blinks and you poke the insides of your cheek with your tongue. "Wow, you're truly one of a kind." And Hyunjin breaks down laughing, holding his shoulder with his hand and bending forward overcome by intense laughter.
"Buy me mint choco," he prompts. "Because now you injured me and I want compensation."
Hyunjin pushes himself forward, edging closer to you, looking you in your eyes before saying, "You know you have to," in a low guttural tone that your heart does a whole somersault, triple axle and then lands with an ovation. "You hurt me."
You push him away and you leap onto your feet, your eyes wide and your hand over your chest. Hyunjin looks at you with a raised eyebrow. To change the mood of the situation, you quickly announce, "Fine. You'll get mint chocolate only if you get ready and come out in five minutes. Else you pay for it on your own."
Hyunjin stands up and holding your wrist, he pulls you with him to the door. You look at him in utter confusion and ask, "What are you doing?"
Hyunjin stops in his tracks and turns to look at you, blond strands leaving his ponytail to cover his eyes slightly and pink lips so plump that you wonder how they feel. The realisation that you have started viewing your best friend as someone more than just that hits you and you look down instantly. When did this happen?
"I'll just wear a coat and so should you," Hyunjin laughs. "Ice cream can't wait."
People think of laughing as a noise that comes from the mouth more often than not, but when Hyunjin laughed it was nothing like that. The laugh is in his eyes, in the way his face changes into that vision of relaxed joy and unrestrained mirth. And yet, in all honesty, it is not in his face either. His laugh comes from within, it is just the way he is wired with the instant ability to comfort someone. Just the sound of his gales, his snickers, his giggles, was enough to transport you far away from all your worries and the tension your life has in the minute.
Enough to make you forget that you have to tell him today about the decision you have taken.
Hyunjin and you walk down the stairs and off onto the road in five minutes as planned. The cool air of the night hits you and you hold yourself closer, the long coat held tightly to your body surface. Hyunjin laughs before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close by just a little bit and yet enough to share his body warmth.
"Mint choco, here we come!" And he runs with you.
The thing with your stupid heart is that you don't understand why it is beating so rapidly in this moment, your heart beat easily jumping to more than 95bpm and all because Hyunjin holds you. You look at the man by your side, his blond hair moving with the air, exposing his face and you wonder — had Hwang Hyunjin always been this beautiful?
You have known Hyunjin for a long time now. Too long for you to realise that your heart had a change in its plans for emotions recently. You have known Hyunjin way too long to know that you want him for a lifetime by your side, as a best friend at the very least and the thought that if you did act upon your new emotions that you have just discovered in this cold, breezy night, you are screwed.
Hyunjin turns to look back at you after hearing absolutely no sound from you. His face pales when he realises you are looking far ahead and he wonders if you do remember now. If you remember the drunk night.
So he asks to put himself at ease, "Y/N?"
"Huh?" You jolt up to consciousness, looking properly at Hyunjin. "Yeah?"
"Do you remember the night a few days back?"
"Night? Few days back?" You ponder. "When I was drunk?"
"Yeah," Hyunjin mumbles and you raise your body in anticipation, finally wanting to ask about the magical teleportation.
"Now that we are on this topic," you fold your arms and raise your eyebrows at your best friend. Hyunjin shuffles his balance from his left to his right. "Did you carry me to bed that night?"
Hyunjin chokes on air, sputtering out incoherent words before finally forming one proper sentence, "You knew?"
"You're the only other person I live with and I don't have any recollection of going to bed so like I presumed," you look down, heat rising to your cheek and you fidget with your fingers. "That you carried me to bed."
"That's all that you remember?"
You lift your head up, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, "Is there more?"
"Uh," Hyunjin turns back to face forward, his broad back in your vision again as he walks forward to the ice cream parlour by the junction.
"Hyunjin?" He walks quicker. "Yah! Hwang Hyunjin!" You follow him with quick, short strides, almost jogging up to him. "What did I do, Jinnie?" He opens the glass door to the ice cream parlour. "Yah, Hwang Hyunjin, tell me no matter how embarrassing it is." You follow him into the white aesthetically pretty place.
You finally catch hold of his coat and tug at it. Hyunjin turns, his cheeks flushed and you wonder what in the world happened that night. Yes, you have vague memories of hugging Hyunjin and passing out, but for him to act like this — wait, you didn't empty your stomach out on him, did you?
"Did I—" Hyunjin's eyes widens. He turns back, his attention on the man behind the counter and he points towards you.
"Okay," the man nods and turns to look at you, waiting for your order. You sigh, glaring at your best friend before ordering one quantity of mint chocolate ice cream. Your eyes waver to the green ice cream and you frown in displeasure, something Hyunjin catches sight of your expression.
"How dare you?" He folds his arms, dramatically. "The only people that matter in this world are the one that like mint chocolate." The man at the counter smiles at the two of you.
You open your mouth, clicking your tongue, "I'm not paying money to eat toothpaste."
The man behind the counter laughs out loud and Hyunjin glares at him, scoffing. He takes the ice cream from his hand and waits for you to pay. The tall man looks at the two of you, again, before finally telling, "Good luck on your relationship. It's always fun to see couples have an argument over mint chocolate and still be so in love with each other." He turns to look at Hyunjin only, "For your information, I like mint chocolate."
Both Hyunjin and you look at each other, either of you waiting for the other person to disagree with the man but there is just silence. You can feel Hyunjin looking at you through the corners, waiting for you to refute like you always do. You don't and you do not even know why. The heat builds up beneath the apples of your cheek and the thought of being in a relationship with your best friend strangely brings about a wave of calmness within you, doing its best to shove the uncertainty of so many things away.
"Thank you for the ice cream," you say and walk to an empty table. Hyunjin thanks the man too, and follows you, sitting on the seat opposite to you and places the mint chocolate in between.
He watches you, unsure of the situation and you bite your lower lip nervously before shoving the cup closer to him and mumbling, "Eat. We came all the way here for you."
"You should have gotten another ice cream," Hyunjin frowns.
"It's past nine," you laugh, your hair falling over the chair as you lean back. "I can't let fat into my body after nine. You know that."
"Why do I know you?" Hyunjin puts his hand on his forehead looking at you and then he pushes the cup of ice cream towards your side. "Disappointment." You look at your best friend, disgusted and he won't take the disrespect though.
"It's a refreshing taste," he digs in and takes a big bite. "Plus, it's the right balance." He lifts the spoon with a small amount of the mint ice cream and shoves it right in front of your face. "The perfect amount of mint, chocolate and milk to make the world's most perfect ice cream."
You push his hand away and glare, "Why would you ruin two beautiful sweets," you raise an eyebrow, "Chocolate and ice cream by including," you fake a gag, "Mint?"
"Because mint balances the sweetness of the chocolate," he scoffs. "All you mediocre people won't understand. Mint chocolate was created for the elite class."
"Did you just call me mediocre?" your jaw drops and Hyunjin laughs. It's soft, airy and so carefree that you don't mind the fact that he is laughing at you and not with you. You don't mind one bit when you break down and laugh with him, unable to keep your face straight as you lean forward on the table, your head resting on your hands and you watch Hyunjin.
You decide to tell him of your decision in this minute.
"I'm going to make Seungmin manage the team," you tell Hyunjin and he stares at you, the spoon dropping from his hand and clattering against the glass rim of the ice cream cup. You continue, "He's always wanted to manage the volleyball team and I thought I should let him—"
"Why?" He sounds hurt. Disappointed, in fact and your heart plummets down.
"I thought it's time to move on."
"From the team or Minho?"
"Minho," you say, nibbling on your lower teeth. "I want to go back to him—"
"What?" Hyunjin feels his heart sink.
"Don't cut me off, hoe," you click your tongue. "I want to go back to him and be his friend. I'm not ready to ruin a friendship over this. I just won't."
Hyunjin looks down at his cup of ice cream. His spoon digs into the cold dessert over and over again till he realises that he'll do what he has always done for you — be right by your side as your pillar.
"Feed me," Hyunjin prompts and you stare at him with a void expression, mouth still open, wondering if he suggested this only and only to change the topic. Hyunjin stretches his arm out to shut your mouth. "People are going to think I'm starving you here."
"Whoa." You lift your head up. "And if I do that, people are going to think we're possibly the cutest couple out there still in our glorious honeymoon phase of it."
"Okay," Hyunjin shrugs and leans back against the chair, folding his arms against each other.
"Yeah, I'm fine with that."
You sit up straight and look down before finally saying, "Don't say that."
"Those words that make my heart flutter. I don't know what to feel, Hyunjin." Hyunjin is too stunned to react and whine over the fact that you called him properly by his name in your conversation. The fact that he too can cause your heart to race a little bit just like you have with his all these years. "Don't say them to me if you won't ever be ready to take responsibility over them."
You place your thumb and forefinger on your forehead, squeezing the skin slightly to calm the slight ache you can feel, the vein throbbing slightly and you know it is your anxiety that kicks in because you almost spilled everything out. You quickly stand up and holding your coat tightly, you look at Hyunjin who is still seated and looking at you intently.
"I need to go to the pharmacy next door. I'll wait for you there. Finish your ice cream and come."
You don't turn to look at Hyunjin as you walk out, slightly embarrassed by your own behaviour. Between you and Hyunjin, you are the one who had to keep your cool, making sure you didn't slip up or make a mess so that you could at least have time to clean his spilt milk.
You push the door of the ice cream parlour and walk out, the doorbell ringing at your push and you hold yourself in the cold breeze. If Hyunjin did not respond to it, it is only safe to presume that he feels nothing more towards you. You could at least put two and two together. Or so you thought till Hyunjin is chasing after you, big strides and dark blond hair in the wind as his rubber band comes loose and slides off a bit.
"Y/N!" He shouts and quickly holds your wrist, pulling you so quickly that you stumble forward into him. Hyunjin grips your arms to steady you and he looks at you, his brown eyes trying to peep into your soul. He smiles, hand running through his hair only to bring more strands forward, covering his vision.
Falling in love with Hwang Hyunjin, you realise, is the easy part. He makes it so easy to fall for him — when he smiles at the sun, covering his eyes or when he is covered by the dogs in dog parks all eager to hug him because that's how he just is. You don't even realise when you fall for Hyunjin but when you do, you know you are already sinking and you are far too gone for saving.
It is, however, admitting to yourself that you fell for your best friend that is hard. The Hwang Hyunjin that you have seen since the five year old boy moved next door to you. The Hwang Hyunjin that would cross dress in your clothes. The Hwang Hyunjin that would steal your dumplings. It is the same Hwang Hyunjin that you fall for. You had all these doors with specifications that opened to only men like Lee Minho and yet like the rude asshole that you oh so adorably love he seemed to tear them down. Or perhaps those doors were meant for others and Hyunjin always had a door of his own for your heart.
You should have asked yourself why but would it have really mattered? You're here with Hyunjin by your side, whether he knows your feelings or not and you couldn't be any less glad, even if you are sometimes hiding, imagining a distance instead of seeing Hyunjin right there.
"I'll come back, Jinnie," you tell him, looking up at him and coughing slightly, trying to move back slightly to put some space between the two of you. "I'm not running away. I just need to buy some strips of paraceta—"
"I want to be responsible for them," His gaze doesn't leave yours. "I want to be responsible for you, your emotions and everything you are, if you let me."
You wouldn't dare to shift your eyes away, or focus on anything else. Just Hyunjin. Just your Hyunjin. Your heart beats so fast against your chest that you wonder if it ever had this much for any man or woman. And when Hyunjin pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around your frame, hand flat against your head that buries your face into his chest, you learn that Hwang Hyunjin's heartbeat is always your metronome — the beat your entire life seemed to have moved smoothly to.
You giggle against his chest, breaking into a smile, "Are you asking me out, Jinnie?"
"I guess," he chuckles into your hair, snuggling himself into you. He pulls you back to explain. "My original plan was to ask you out after the practice match that I'll make sure we win, but you could possibly not be there as our manager and what if I miss the chance?"
"You lovesick boy," you laugh, smiling stupidly at him. Hyunjin cups your face and presses his forehead against yours.
"I've liked you for so long, Y/N," and you blush, lips pursed and you smile back, heart fluttering.
"Thank you," you press a kiss against his cheek.
"For being you and for always loving me."
Hwang Hyunjin holds your face and kisses like he is capable of getting rid of all your worries, slowly bleeding into your marrows and cells and soaking you of the very essence he is. He holds you like you are a precious being — and to him, you are because he finally has you after all these years; he finally gets to call you his.
His lips are warm and tasted of mint; obviously from the mint chocolate ice cream earlier. His hands are wrapped around your waist and yours are locked around his neck pulling him down slightly. His strands of blond locks brush against your face, ticking you slightly and you giggle into the kiss. He laughs against your lips before kissing you slowly, drawing the kiss for as long as he could. When you break apart for air, you lean forward and rest your forehead against his, gathering some much needed oxygen. His smile tells you everything you need confirmation over and you smile back, sinking into his hold.
Hyunjin hugs with gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; yet it is the hug of a strong pair of arms that tells everything that you are - every fibre of your being - that he is with you, and you wonder how he is capable of that. How he is capable of holding like you are his whole world — like he rather hold you than anything else.
Hyunjin does exactly that. He holds you tight and close to him in this cold night, ignorant of everything else around the two of you, like you and him only mattered in the place, like you and him are fireworks in this velvet dark, the blaze that dares to light up the night.
summary: You’re a usual customer at the pizzeria your friends work at, ordering pizza whenever there’s no food in your house. But when you realize the new delivery boy is super cute and makes your heart stop, what do you do? Order pizza all the time, obviously.
a/n: oof I was listening to old disney channel songs earlier today (i’m a loser, i know) and pizza girl by the jonas brothers came on anD I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS. Dedicated to my bb gal @hyunjinh bc i haven’t posted in forever and she made me realize that asdfgh. whOOPS SORRY JAS ASLKJASD (ly boo)
this is so casual and reading it back, my only thoughts are, “wtf did i just write???”
“There’s nothing in this house to eat!” You called out, staring in fury at your empty fridge. Salad dressings and sauces overflowed the door of your fridge but on the shelves, there was absolutely nothing that looked appetizing.
You could feel the eye roll from your mother as she shouted from upstairs, “Just order something!”
You don’t have to tell me twice, you thought and rushed to grab your phone. Quickly tapping the restaurant’s phone number on your speed dial list, you held your phone up to your ear.
“Bang!Pizza, what can I getcha?” An enthusiastic voice chimed through the phone.
“Hey, Jisung, it’s Y/N,” you greeted, staring down at your nails.
Jisung and the rest of your friends worked at the pizzeria not too far from your house during the summers and you used that to your advantage. Not only did you get over your nerves when calling takeout but the discounts you got were very charitable for your broke ass.
“Y/N! Hey, what’s up? You haven’t called in a while.”
“My house has no food so I’m ordering the best damn pizza in the city,” you grinned, hopping onto one of the bar stools at your breakfast bar.
“Aw, of course you are! You want your usual?”
“Great, coming right up! Are you going to be productive and pick it up or be a lazy ass and have one of our delivery guys bring it?”
“Jisung, do I need to answer that?” You asked flatly, rolling your eyes.
“Delivery it is! Oh and hey! Next week the guys and I are going to the beach. Do you wanna come–” Jisung’s voice was cut off by another familiar one. “Jisung, stop making small talk with the customers!”
“It’s only Y/N, Woojin hyung.”
“Oh, well tell her I said hi!”
Jisung muttered into the phone, “Woojin says hi by the way.”
“I heard,” you chuckled.
“So it’ll be ready in around twenty minutes. Think you can wait that long?”
“We’ll see.” And with that, you hung up and sighed.
Trudging to the couch, you plopped down and grabbed the t.v. remote. Tuning to a random movie channel, you curled into a blanket and waited for your beloved pizza to show up.
Less than halfway into the movie, the doorbell rang and what followed was, “Pizza delivery!”
Standing up from your comfortable position on the couch, you wrapped the soft blanket around you and waddled to the door, not bothering to fix how you looked.
The delivery boy at the pizzeria was Felix. He’s seen you in your worst state, including when you were dumped and ordered a whole pizza pie to yourself all the while, you looked like a sobbing mess with your cheeks flushed and nose runny. So to say you didn’t care what you looked like would be an understatement.
Opening the door, you were ready to greet Felix, “Hey Fe–”
You cut yourself off when you noticed it wasn’t Felix. Widening your eyes at the new unfamiliar delivery boy, you cleared your throat. The boy was looking to either side of him, assumably wondering if he was knocking at the right house.
I look like absolute crap in front of a dude who looks like he could be on the cover of a magazine.
Hah, my luck.
Snapping his gaze toward you at your cleared throat, the boy smiled shyly, holding out the pizza box.
“T-Thanks,” you took the box from him and dug into your sweatpants pocket for some cash.
“It’ll be $7.97,” the boy piped, adjusting the bright red cap on his head.
“H-here you go,” you stuttered, giving him a ten dollar bill. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks,” the boy beamed, causing your heart to flutter in your chest.
The boy turned to go and you slowly closed the door and sighed a breath of relief.
Why didn’t anyone tell me there was a new delivery boy? Better yet, a CUTE delivery boy?
Now you’ve ruined all first impressions, opening the door with a blanket wrapped and no makeup on your face. You’re surprised he didn’t shriek and run away at your appearance.
Setting the pizza down on the coffee table, you sat back on the sofa and gnawed your lip. What if the dude thinks I’m a lazy bum who eats pizza all the time?
I am a lazy bum who eats pizza all the time.
A few weeks later, once again having nothing to eat you dialed the phone.
“Bang!Pizza what can I––”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a new delivery boy?” you snapped, cutting Jisung off mid-sentence.
“Uh, Y/N?” Jisung asked.
“Yes, it’s me. So why didn’t you tell me!?”
“Well, it didn’t come up––”
“You couldn’t just tell me, ‘hey Y/N, we got a new super cuter delivery boy by the way so don’t open the door looking like a bum?’“
“I uh––Wait you think he’s cute?”
“Well, duh. Why would I tell you he’s cute if I didn’t think so? Oh gosh, I’ve been postponing ordering pizza since I’m too nervous to face him again.”
“Y/N chill. Hyunjin’s not going to care what you look like. I’m sure he was relieved to deliver pizza to someone his age and not some hungry stoners at 3 am.”
“His name is Hyunjin?” You asked, ignoring the rest of his statement.
“Mhm, and he’s on shift right now so I’ll just put down your usual so he can deliver it–”
The line cut off and you glared at the phone.
Slouching in defeat, you pouted with a loud sigh. You sat at your breakfast bar, scrolling through your phone, patiently waiting for your pizza. You say patiently, but you what you really mean is trying to savor as much time as you can before you embarrass yourself in front of the cute delivery boy.
Hearing the doorbell ring and his shout, “Pizza delivery,” your lungs nearly collapsed and you gasped. Rushing out of the kitchen, you checked yourself in the mirror on the wall, making sure you looked decent and pulled open the door.
“Hey!” You grinned but winced when you realized you probably sounded to eager.
“Hey,” Hyunjin trailed off, the side of his lips quirking up into a half smile. Oh god, why did he have to be so cute? Especially wearing the delivery hat. “It’ll be–”
“$7.97, I know... It’s my usual order,” you eyed the box hungrily before shooting Hyunjin a quick smile.
“You order from the pizzeria often?” Hyunjin rubbed the back of his neck, handing you the box with his free hand.
Was this his way of saying, ‘You come here often?’ Because you hoped so.
“Hm? Oh yeah. The workers there, your coworkers, I mean––well, the ones our age, at least––are my friends and give me tons of discounts,” you blurted, shrugging your shoulders.
“Ah, so you’re Y/N, right?” Hyunjin asked, taking the money carefully out of your hands.
He kNEW MY NaME?
“Uh, yeah. How’d you know?” You asked, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“The guys talk about you a bunch. And that first time I delivered pizza here, they asked if we met.”
“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling your heart fall in your chest. You didn’t think that the boys would ask about you, especially after you practically said hi, paid and then proceeded to shut the door on him so quickly. Normally, you would’ve made small talk but you, whenever nervous or embarrassed, ran out of conversations as quickly as possible.
“Don’t worry! I didn’t tell them you were rude or anything since we didn’t talk much. I just said you looked...comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” You raised your eyebrows and widened your eyes in horror. Oh god, he does think you’re a lazy bum.
“You know, with the whole blanket covering you like a cute eskimo thing,” he shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets.
Did he just––
Did he call you cute?
“Oh,” was all you replied, clutching your arm with the opposite hand.
“They think you’re great, by the way. The way they talk to you, it’s like you’re some sort of goddess in their lives.”
Grinning at his statement, you exclaimed with a clap of your hands, “It was about time they admitted it!”
Laughing at you, Hyunjin’s eyes squinted and you swore to your pizza that your heart stopped.
How can one be so handsome?
It really isn’t fair.
“Well, I gotta go deliver the rest of these pizzas. I’m Hyunjin by the way.”
“It was nice meeting you, Hyunjin,” you nearly swooned as you watched him descend your porch steps.
“You too, Y/N.”
“Jisung, I’m ordering my usual,” you didn’t even wait for the boy’s greeting when you dialed the pizzeria’s phone number.
“Again? Y/N that’s like the fourth pie this month!”
“It’s not even the middle of the month!”
“I’m hungry okay? And there’s nothing to eat,” you lied, staring at the fresh bag of groceries your father had bought earlier that day.
“Aish, okay fine.”
“This time, just asked the kid out, okay? I don’t think he just wants to talk to you when he delivers your pizza.”
You hung up the phone and sighed happily.
“Y/N, you have a pizza problem,” Hyunjin stated, bluntly, as soon as you opened the door.
Gasping, you put a hand to your heart. “How rude to be insulted in my own home.”
“We’re outside your home,” Hyunjin replied in a flat tone, giving you a pointed look.
“Touché.” You grabbed the pizza from him and placed it on the coffee table before returning back to the door.
“Is there a reason you’re ordering so much pizza?” Hyunjin asked, his eyebrows wiggling in amusement.
“Um, yes. I love pizza,” you quirked an eyebrow in confusion, wondering what he was insinuating.
“Besides that,” Hyunjin sighed, crossing his arms.
Oh, yeah. It’s just an excuse to see your handsome face.
“Alrighty then. I’ll see you the next time your order pizza then,” Hyunjin winked, turning to go. Stop that, you thought, feeling your cheeks flush.
"Bye,” you waved before closing the door, a wide grin spread on your face.
Were you being obsessive, ordering all these pizzas?
Did you care?
Not at all.
The next time, you were expecting a conversation similar to the ones you’ve had with Hyunjin in the past. But not the next time you ordered pizza. Instead, you were unfortunately surprised.
“Hyunjin, nice to see––What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at the familiar boy.
“Hyunjin asked me to cover his shift,” Felix shrugged holding out your pizza for you.
“No, no. Hyunjin is my delivery guy, not you.”
Furrowing his eyebrows, Felix retorted, “But I was yours first––”
“Is he annoyed by me now? Have I been ordering too much pizza?” You cut him off, staring away in thought.
“Y/N, I swear he just asked me to fill in for him––”
“He hates me,” you blurted, frowning.
It was obviously the only reasonable explanation. After ordering how many pizzas from the pizzeria, and now Hyunjin doesn’t deliver?
“Have I caught you at a bad time?” Felix asked, widening his eyes.
“Where’s my delivery boy?” you whimpered, crossing your arms like a child.
“I don’t know, Y/N,” Felix rolled his eyes with a sigh, “Probably home.” Waving the box in your face, Felix sent you a expression to take the pizza.
“I don’t want it anymore. I’m not hungry,” you huffed, pouting.
“Y/N, take the damn pizza and pay me please. I’m a broke boy who needs money.”
Groaning, you took out ten dollars and paid the boy. “Here.”
You grabbed the pizza and shut the door with a frown. Where the heck was your delivery boy?
Had he grown tired of you?
Of course he did. I’ve been ordering pizzas so frequently, he probably got bored of seeing me all the time.
You didn’t order pizza for nearly a month after that.
Munching on some cereal during the night a month later––you had no food in your house once again, but you were not going to order pizza––you heard the doorbell ring.
Knitting your eyebrows together in confusion, you wrapped the blanket around you, still holding your cereal with one hand and walked over to the front door.
“Sorry, I didn’t order pizza...” you trailed off, staring at Hyunjin, who wasn’t wearing his Bang!Pizza uniform, holding a box of pizza.
“I know. I did,” Hyunjin grinned, gesturing to the pizza with his head.
“Oh...why’re you here?”
“You hadn’t ordered pizza in so long, I thought you died,” Hyunjin frowned, widening his eyes.
Rolling your eyes at his dramatic expression, you scoffed. “I’m alive, don’t worry about me. So if that’s all you’re here for,” you put your hand back on the knob to close the door.
“Wait!” Hyunjin cut you off, putting his foot in front of the door, stopping you from closing it. “I can’t eat this pizza all by myself!”
“I’m not hungry,” you lied with a shrug.
“Yeah, I can obviously see that,” Hyunjin replied sarcastically, raising his eyebrow as he eyed the bowl of cereal you were holding.
“Why’re you really here, Hyunjin?” You asked again, sighing.
“I wanted to see you,” Hyunjin mumbled in a small voice, looking down.
“You wanted to see me?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I missed you! You know how many times I went by your house, expecting to drop off a pizza when I realized you didn’t order one?”
Scrunching your eyebrows together, you shook your head, confused. “But didn’t you get tired of me?”
“Huh? How on Earth could I get tired of you?
“I don’t know! That’s what I wanna know!”
“When did I say I got tired of you?”
“You didn’t but I know because you sent Felix to deliver my pizza,” you pouted.
“Y/N, you’re an idiot, you know?” Hyunjin sighed, stuffing his hands into his sweatshirt pocket.
“You really thought I sent Felix to deliver your pizza because I got tired of you” Hyunjin looked at you, baffled at what you had thought. After a moment of silence from you, Hyunjin sighed with a soft smile, “No way, I had a few errands to run and didn’t have the time.”
“Mhm, you’re an idiot.”
“Wait, so you’re not tired of me?”
“Not at all,” Hyunjin grinned, “I missed you!”
“Of course you did. I’m me, obviously.”
“Ah, there’s the Y/N I know and love.”
“You love me?” You teased, grinning. When did you gain this surge of confidence when you’d normally be found flustered and stuttering in front of the guy? You wanted to know but you weren’t complaining.
Blushing, Hyunjin looked away, “You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. What do you mean?”
“Y/N, shut up.”
“I’m just asking. What kind of context is the love? You did say you missed me. And you came all the way here to bring me pizza. I think I know what you mean.”
“You like me!”
“Y/N, how did you even come to that conclusion––”
“You know, I used to think I was way over my head pining for the cute delivery boy. I literally ordered pizza after pizza just to talk to you but you? You came out of the blue, not even working, to bring me pizza.”
“You were pining over me?”
“Okay good. You’re just as oblivious as Jisung says you are becuase he and the guys said I’ve been making things so obvious to them.”
Shaking his head vigorously with furrowed brows, Hyunjin repeated. “Jisung said I was oblivious?”
“Yeah, but forget that. You like me!”
“WIll you shut up if I just say i do?”
“FIne then. Yeah, I like you. But you’re even crazier than I am! Talk about obsessive. Ordering pizzas just as an excuse to talk to me? Kind of endearing in a way, but still!”
“Hey, I couldn’t just ask for your number without sounding like a total creep!”
“Um, yES YOU COULD HAVE! It’s what normal people do!”
“Hyunjin, you know damn well that I’m not normal.”
“Oh I can agree with that.” After a moment of silence with the two of you just smiling at each other, Hyunjin piped, “So are you gonna let me in and eat this pizza with me?”
⇢ prompt “You make my heart go boom boom.”
⇢ pairing hyunjin x female reader
⇢ word count 8.1k
⇢ genre fluff & smut
⇢ warnings explicit sexual content, dry humping, a shitty handjob, oral (f receiving), referral to oral as “coochie suck,” okay it got really soft & fluffy at the end i’m sorry, comedy / crack because han jisung & ot9 are FOOLS
⇢ summary In another universe, your life does not revolve around keeping your infatuation over the boy with the pretty smile secret. In another universe, he does not know how much you like him, nor does he harbor the same feelings. But not in this universe. In this one, your heart beats fast for Hwang Hyunjin, but his beats faster.—friends to lovers!au
⇢ a/n omg WHAT i can’t believe this is 8k ajhdjhfjd it was supposed to be like a quick 4k cuz it was Hard Hours but here we are......yikes.....not necessarily the first fic for hyunjin i wanted to post but it ended up being really cute:) i hope you enjoy! pls like & reblog if you do, i love reading tags ♥︎
There has always been something about him that caught her attention. The first time she met him it was his mouth that she found herself focusing on; in between the white and gold and blue fireworks exploding above them, she would sneak glances across their friend’s back patio to admire the way each color lit up his face. Every time he took a sip of whatever sloshed in his red plastic cup his lips would glisten before his tongue darted out to swipe away the moisture and oh God, she would kill to do that for him. As the celebration dragged on she found herself edging closer, swallowing down more liquid courage with each shot just so she could catch a better look at his teeth and his smile and the way his face lit up and nose scrunched and eyes disappeared into cute little crescents every time he laughed. She wanted to make him giggle like that. There was no other that matched his. He put all the stars and all the fireworks to shame— who was that?
The second time she was in his company, she could not help but swoon over what an absolute sweetheart he was and all she wanted to do was tuck the precious baby in her pocket and shower him with love. And yet this all came simply by joining her friends at the nearby bowling alley for a night. Unbeknownst to her, his friend group and hers were evidently meeting up and even though she ended up not playing against him, she was determined to know something about him before she left. Hwang, he set his name as— she felt awkward randomly asking him for his full name, and so she decided instead to ask him if he would come with her to buy pitchers of soda for the two groups while they finished setting up the games.
“Sure!” He smiled right away, turning away from his friends and leading the way. Immediately her heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly followed after him, staring at his red converse the whole time. “What’s your name?” He suddenly asked, taking smaller steps in order to match her pace. When she looked up at him to meet his curious gaze and tilted head she nearly stopped right then and there to scream.
Instead she swallowed the lump in her throat and answered him, then asked for his own since the opportunity had been served to her on a silver platter.
“Hyunjin,” he said, the name slipping softly past his lips and she found herself muttering it under her breath as he ordered two pitchers of soda and two pizzas at the counter. She loved it. Hyunjin. She knew his name! Comfortable silence fell over the new acquaintances and she was content leaving it that way, too fearful she would give away her nervousness and stutter out dreadful small talk. Besides, just being there next to him and admiring his pretty face when he was not looking was more than enough.
They did not speak anymore after that until he praised her later on for the strike she made and even though all she could do was thank him, she physically could not stop looking to him just to grin after watching him cheer so jubilantly for her. But now she was distracted, watching him instead of her own friends when he would go up to bowl and oh God oh God oh God he’s so cute and wow his hair looks so soft and Jesus Christ his smile is the prettiest thing in the entire world.
But her admiring did not go unreciprocated. She felt jittery all over and could not stop chewing on her lip whenever it was her turn, walking slowly to pick up her ball with the weight of his gaze from behind. Before when her fingers would slip into the ball’s holes, she would never really care about how many pins she would knock down; now, she held onto the polished marble globe for dear life and prayed each time she would not look like a fool and throw her bowl into the gutter.
Her prayers generally were answered for the three games they played and she landed herself in second place each time. But her smile was not from a job well done; rather from the cheerful grin Hyunjin would flash her no matter how many pins she knocked down when all her other friends were too busy gawking at Han Jisung and Lee Minho and the rest of his friends. She felt warm and loopy all over again, this time not from alcohol, and she really, really wanted to plant herself next to him—Hell, right on his lap— and kiss him, but knew that would be outrageously ludicrous for someone she technically just met only a few hours ago. She opted instead to cheer him on after his turns as he was doing for her, and just hearing his giggle in response was enough to sate her.
And so the night slowly drew to a close, her friends and his rendered tired and bored with nothing left to talk about for the time being. Even though her heart leapt at the possibility of Hyunjin initiating something, she reminded herself again that it was unlikely and truly was not that disappointed when all he did was wave goodbye on their way out. It’s alright, she told herself, it’s not like this is the last time you’re going to hang out. Afterall, it seemed like the two friend groups were slowly beginning to fuse.
And for the next few months, she was right. As summer quickly rounded the corner she found herself spending more time around him and learning new things about him each time. When she first heard him mention dance in a conversation with Minho at Changbin’s end-of-the-year bonfire, she couldn’t help but lean over in her seat to hear him more clearly. Great, here he was, the literal most perfect human alive, talking about his newest dance routine minutes after taking her side of the argument that summer reading wasn’t all that bad if you just gave the books a chance.
He was just about flawless in every sense of the word with his stupidly pretty plump lips and the beauty marks under his left eyelid and the right side of his jaw and neck and God, the way he talked about his dog Kkami? She was head over heels.
Nevertheless, she did not want to overstep her boundaries and opted instead to avoid getting too close to the untouchable boy, fearful that if she had one more conversation with him over how watermelon is the superior fruit that she would eventually just implode. She hoped she was not coming off cold; because, let’s be real, Hyunjin will cling like a koala if you allow him to and it was more than obvious that she was keeping a distance from him, hoping their relationship would not go beyond mutual friends. She could only hope that he would not notice through the rose-colored glasses he watched life behind.
When her phone buzzed with a text message in their group chat from Felix asking if they could go to her place for night swimming, she sat up in bed and thought for a long minute for some excuse to give to avoid having them all over. It wasn’t that she did not have the house for it, and her parents were out for the night— she simply felt obligated to clean the place up for everyone since they had never hung out at hers before. However, she felt guilty since she was the only one with a pool and eventually texted back that it was fine for them to come over.
Nonetheless, there were not enough hours in the day, it seemed, to calm her nerves of having to reveal so much of her bare body to them all when it came to wearing a bathing suit. When Minho and Hyunjin arrived first, the light of the day had just drained away, leaving the sunset’s pink and orange colors subdued in the fading light and the first chirping crickets and buzz of mosquitoes took over what the birds had retired for the night. As the host for the evening, she felt it was impolite to join the two in the pool when so many more of their friends would be arriving, so she left her t-shirt on and waited against the patio table while the two of them undressed.
She tried to keep her eyes away— really, she did, but in the close silence of the dim evening light she could not help but look upwards, her gaze instinctively travelling to Hyunjin. With his back to her, she felt guilty gawking at the broadness of his shoulders and the way the muscles of his back rippled as he took off his shirt, so she tore her stare away only seconds before him or Minho could notice how flustered she had become just by his bare back.
She refused to join the others until the entire group had arrived, even if that meant sitting and standing by herself while all her friends goofed around. It’s alright, she told herself, now I can slip in without anyone noticing. As soon as Eunsook set her things down and joined everyone else playing Sharks and Minnows, she finally turned the music blaring from the speaker up higher and shimmied out of her shirt before skipping over to the stairs and quickly submerging herself into the water despite the chill that had her teeth clattering.
“Alrighty, time to head home,” Minho teases as soon as he notices her paddling towards them; she rolls her eyes before disappearing below the surface and swimming for him. Even underwater she can still hear his yelps when her fingers come to pinch roughly at his sides. When she resurfaces, she is met with a splash to her face, which ends up hitting Jeongin next to her and in a blink of an eye an entire war is breaking out.
She is still too cold to participate and hurriedly backs away from all the splashing, opting instead to watch the chaos until her body acclimates to the freezing temperature of the water. “Are you cold?” A melodious voice whispers softly at her ear, sending a different kind of chill shooting down her spine. She turns slightly, relieved but terrified to see how close Hyunjin hovers behind her; she did not even notice him approach her. “Freezing,” she laughs quietly, hands rubbing at her arms that are rough with goosebumps.
He hums, seemingly lost in thought for a moment as he stares delicately at her before he presses himself against her back and crosses his arms above her chest, his head sitting gently in the crook of her neck. “Better?” Hyunjin purrs, so close against her and oh God, her teeth seem to clatter even more despite the way her lower stomach jumps and warmth spreads throughout her limbs.
“Yeah,” she whispers, breathless, brain still trying to register his skin against hers and therefore abandoning every other cognitive ability. Hyunjin makes a noise of content, tightening his grip on her and nestling into her neck. She can only pray that he pays no mind to the way she gulps nervously before forcing her attention back to the others still tussling in the shallower end of the water.
“___ is a pus—”
Minho starts to accuse before he is rudely interrupted by Changbin tackling him under the surface. In the meantime, Eunsook and the three other girls let out a series of panicked shrieks, scrambling to get out of the pool when Chan lets out a battle cry after giving the diving board a few experimental bounces. The same second he cannonballs off the board, Minho thrashes back up, still wrestling with Changbin. Evidently, both chaotic instances cause a surge of water her way and she scrambles backward and further against Hyunjin, accidentally rutting against him simply to dodge the spray.
So many things happen at one time she finds it a struggle to focus on each one. First, all she can register is the chlorine water meeting her eyes and stinging like a handful of needles. And then, just as Minho starts up his monologue again, her mind ultimately blocks out everything else occurring around her when a husky moan escapes Hyunjin’s lips.
“As I was saying, ___ is a pussy, she started this and all she’s doing is hiding away with lover boy,” Minho condemns as Hyunjin quickly unlocks his arms from around her in order to grab at her hips in reflex. Unable to form a coherent sentence, let alone a coherent thought, all she can do is shoot Minho the finger and give him a sarcastic glare. At her lack of a fight, Minho grumbles and turns away, chasing after Changbin who had swam to the deeper end.
The realization that she is essentially alone with Hyunjin at the other side of the pool sets over her like thick fog, and yet it seems to be that she is not the only one who is breathing heavily. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself to not only calm her beating heart but to ignore what she oh so wants to do while simultaneously gathering up the courage to do it. His slender fingers still gripping onto her hips for dear life eventually serves as a prompting enough green light and she at last makes up her mind. Just test it out again, she convinces herself with one last prayer to Heaven before lifting herself up slightly, allowing the water to help guide her movements as she rolls her body back onto him again. It elicits a carnal groan deep from his throat.
Just like that there is a fire in her veins, sparked to life by his presence and suddenly she’s not so cold anymore, everything feels ten times hotter and she silently spins around to face him, staring at him with sudden innocence. The ball is in his court.
“You’re a sly one, aren’t you?” Hyunjin teases with raised brows, large hands sliding down her waist, curving over her ass and settling on the underside of her legs to urge them around his hips. He looks unfairly gorgeous at the given moment, wisps of chestnut hair fallen over his forehead in soaked tufts and skin glowing with a sheen of water— a God, to be fair. “Not really,” she says honestly; unable to hold his hooded gaze, she instead follows after her palms as they run over the smooth skin of his arms, ghosting over his chest and making sure to brush over the beauty mark on his neck when they settle to link behind his head. Even though he trembles, she wonders whether he can feel the erratic beating of her pulse or secretly knows how much vulnerability hides beneath her façade.
“Hm,” he hums, fingers clutching tighter at her thighs, “I guess it makes sense now, though.”
“What makes sense?”
“That you have a crush on me, stupid. You avoid me like I have the plague so I thought you just didn’t like me in general or something. Turns out you like like me,” Hyunjin says, voice dripping in blatant delight and he wiggles his eyebrows at her when she finally looks back up to him, eyes widened in total embarrassment.
She is just beginning to gather the brain cells necessary to explain herself when the oppressive boom of thunder cuts her off.
Caught completely off guard, a startled cry escapes her and she jumps, squeezing herself around Hyunjin and burying her face into the safety of his neck— since when was there going to be a storm? Nevertheless, her fright is totally washed away when he uses her proximity to his advantage and nips at the junction of her shoulder, red hot desire taking its place when he kisses over the mark.
“Nope, fuck, that’s it! I’m out!” Felix shouts, pushing Jeongin up the stairs with him and effectively ruining her moment of utter disbelief. “C’mon, we have to get out,” Hyunjin coos, reaching down to pry her legs off of him.
“It’s fine, honestly just let me die,” she sighs dreamily, floating on her back away from him. There is some truth in her exaggeration— her heart is already pumping at such an ungodly fast rate getting struck by lightning would practically be a blessing.
Hyunjin scoffs, grabbing her by the ankles and steering her toward the stairs. “No way Jose,” he says, flipping his hair once she stands on her own feet and sending a dozen water drops directly into her eyes, “there’s no way I’m letting you die before I get a taste of you.” And with that, he leaves her stranded on the stairs to process his words, something hot and heavy laying upon her abdomen. Taste? What does that mean? Did he mean a kiss or—
Shaking her head, she rids the tantalizing thought and slaps her cheeks to get the blood flowing again, trying to not focus on Hyunjin’s words and every moment leading up to them. As she follows after him to where the others cluster around the picnic table, she slowly discovers the error of her ways with an annoyed whine when she realizes she forgot to grab a towel for herself. She’s not about to go run inside for one downstairs when she has water dripping off her like a waterfall, but with the way distant thunder rolls across the malevolent sky she also understands that it won’t be long until her friends want to head home before the storm reaches them.
“Share with me,” she demands of Chan who stands next to her wrapped up in his own towel, her frame quivering with chills all over again. An exasperated grunt escapes him but he does not argue, lifting an arm to let her nestle beside him and share in some of his warmth. She mutters a thanks when he passes her the end of the towel and she curls it around them, making sure to soak up some of the droplets dotting her skin.
Standing in the midst of the rest of the group’s conversation, she really does make an attempt to pay attention to the chaos of their bantering, but it somehow feels like she’s stuck on the outside looking in. Even though she said goodbye to Woojin, Felix, Jeongin, Eunsook, and the other girls when they decided to head out, thinking over it a few moments later she can barely remember whether she hugged them on their way out or not. Or when Seungmin threw a Dorito at Jisung, Minho had said something that made her laugh but… what was it? Everything was going in one ear and out the other; which wasn’t a surprise, in all honesty, when the singular brain cell bouncing from each corner of her brain was focusing on Hyunjin and Hyunjin alone.
Even now, when she finds herself in a daze and mindlessly looks at him for the umpteenth time, she cannot help but notice how his jaw clenches and his eyes burn… resentfully back at her. What’s up with him? She wonders, chewing on her lip in worry that she had royally screwed up and he was regretting playing along. Just as her anxiety starts to get the best of her, he abruptly scoots his chair back from the table and stands with another hand carded through his hair.
“Where are you going?” Minho asks, forcing her back to reality and she holds her breath, afraid he’s going to say that he is heading home. Instead, he says with a goofy smirk, “I have to shit.”
When the rest of her friends break into a fit of laughter she finds herself sighing in relief, looking to him once more but then there he goes again— dark and hooded eyes glaring at her with an intensity that tightens her chest. She almost seems to wilt by the time he turns around, heart hammering in her chest because—while that was unnecessarily hot—her mind is a spinning top trying to figure out what she could have done to make him hate her all of a sudden.
“___?” Jisung interrupts her thoughts, “What about you?”
“Huh?” She blinks, having completely missed whatever conversation had been happening.
“Is lasagna just spaghetti flavored cake? Yes or no?”
For the first time in the last hour, her focus finally has to stop and think about something other than Hyunjin and she cannot help but crack a smile. “I mean, yeah. I’d say so.”
“HA! You lose,” Minho shouts, pointing at Jisung. “If ___ agrees, then, well…” Seungmin trails off, looking to her with an animated grin. Jisung only grumbles in reply, muttering something about how stupid everyone is while crossing his arms and sinking back into his seat like the child he is. “Speaking of ___,” Changbin singsongs, sharp features bright with amusement when he looks to her, “what’s up with you and Hyunjin?”
“What about me and Hyunjin?” She shoots back too quickly, transfixed instead on the coruscating reflection of the tiki torch flame on the glass table, unable to hold the weight of their stares.
“You guys weren’t very slick, y’know,” Chan comments, elbowing her in the ribs and she finally looks up to meet Changbin’s curious gaze at the table. “Honestly, I don’t know,” she admits with a shrug, abandoning Chan’s safeguard against the brewing storm winds to grab the bag of potato chips on the table, “he apparently knows I like him.”
“He what? Did you tell him? It would take a typed ten page single spaced letter for Hyunjin to ever possibly catch someone’s hints, he’s too slow,” Minho teases, grabbing her elbow to keep her from moving away so he can pick on the chips with her. “I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I accidentally told him one night in a drunk spur of the moment,” she lies, deciding that’s better than explaining how she experimentally grinded on him.
“Weird. Well, good luck with that. He can be a doofus,” Jisung says with a smile, reaching across the table for his crumpled shirt. “Thanks, I’ll need it. He was giving me death glares before he went inside so I have no idea what’s going on,” she grumbles, twisting to look over her shoulder out of fear he would walk out in the middle of their conversation.
“That’s weird. Did you say anything that would piss him off before you got out of the pool?” Chan asks, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Uh,” she pauses, thinking back to the whole taste thing, “nope.”
“Maybe he was just really constipated and it just so happened he was looking at you for help,” Seungmin muses with an amused grin. “Seungmin, are you telling me I made him have to poop?” She laughs, daring him to elaborate with raised brows.
“You never kn—”
Minho begins before the second cracking boom of thunder cuts him off, rendering them all struck speechless with shock. Right on cue rain begins to fall, slow to start and splattering them haphazardly.
“C’mon, we have to go!”
“WHY’S IT SO COLD?”
“Fuck, fuck, shit! Everything’s gonna be wet!”
They all seem to harmonize, chaos ensuing as they scramble to dress themselves while simultaneously gathering their belongings. Nevertheless, they can’t help but howl with laughter at the sudden adrenaline rush, hurrying to make it to their cars without getting too wet. “Bye!” She shouts as her five friends struggle past the locked gate to her back yard before disappearing out of view, wind beginning to pick up and carrying the small pellets of water in wild vortices one moment and in diagonal sheets the next. “Shit,” she hisses, frantic as she grabs her phone and what is left on the table before hurrying up the deck and into the safety of her home.
“Well, that sucked,” she mutters once inside, locking the sliding glass door and watching the rain that now falls as if from buckets from the blackened cloud dominating the sky above. She sets everything down on the kitchen island before moving to the refrigerator, opening the doors for no particular reason until the gurgle of a toilet flushing halts her movements. She pales as the realization hits her, leaning over to look into the foyer just as Hyunjin himself exits the bathroom down the hall.
“It’s raining,” he comments, shuffling around her shocked figure and nodding to the door as thunder cracks the air. She blinks, gut sinking with anxiety for she feels as if she’s stuck in limbo— was this sexual tension or was he mad at her for something? “A little rain never hurt nobody,” she hums awkwardly, following his gaze to watch the way tree branches sway erratically in the wind like flags high on their poles and instinctively wrapping her arms around herself to rub away the goosebumps.
The silence in the room is deafening and she’s holding her breath with the fear of the unknown heavy on her chest, praying for the floor to just swallow her up or for him to make the first move at either leaving or explaining… something.
“So,” Hyunjin starts when he looks to her instead, having apparently read her mind, “did you do that to purposely make me jealous?” When she closes the refrigerator doors and turns to him her pulse positively jump starts at the way he looks at her, eyes dark with something she can’t quite pinpoint. “Huh? What are you talking about?” She sputters when he moves closer, gaze frantically searching for something to look at that isn’t the indents of his collar bones or the toned pane of his stomach or even his eyes, too scared she would implode instantly if she did so.
“Either you’re dumb or you consciously cuddled up to Chan to make me jealous,” he elaborates menacingly in a tone she is certain she has never heard him use before and she instinctively steps back the closer he gets, pressed up against the cold marble of the island and oh, so that’s why he was glaring like that. She can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes past her lips and Hyunjin looks down at her with a vexed rise of his brows. “I’m sorry to tell you, but I’m just dumb,” she admits, finally maintaining eye contact now that he is so close and draws her attention to him like a fourth Newton law of motion, “I didn’t want to be too pushy.”
Hyunjin pouts, obsidian eyes melting into something more affectionate and bottom lip jutting out sadly. “Why would that make you pushy?” He asks gently, closing what space remains between them and pinning himself against her. His skin feels warm and smooth where it presses against her own and it feels as if nothing is real, that she is only dreaming when his slender fingers cup her face, holding her by the jaw and keeping her attention glued on him. “I— I don’t know. I was kind of whiplashed after the whole pool thing and I didn’t want to be all annoying and clingy if you didn’t want me too,” she explains shakily when his thumbs comfortingly caress her cheeks, gaze languidly studying her features but zeroing in on her tongue as it darts nervously between dry lips.
“Y’know,” Hyunjin breathes against them and her heart gives a single, solid thump, “I’m trying really hard to be all pissed at you for going to Chan instead of me, but you’re not making it easy.”
She can’t help the smirk that forms on her lips at his confession, finally lifting heavy arms to sling around his neck. “Oh shush, nothing can change the fact that you’re just a big softie, Hwang Hyunjin,” she teases with newfound courage, eyes glinting with tendrils of salacity and the atmosphere has most certainly shifted, heavy with the weight of desire and the drumming of rain on the roof only adds to her longing to press closer to him in the cold darkness, to feel, to touch, to taste.
“Oh, really?” Hyunjin scoffs, dropping a hand to trail his fingers over the curve of her hip. All softness having melted from his face, he now leans closer to whisper in her ear, “Are you sure that it’s going to be big softie Hyunjin who’s gonna make you cum all over his fingers?”
Well, he’s got her there; she visibly trembles in response to the boldness of his tantalizing statement, only able to stare back at him with wide eyes when he leans back to soak up her reaction. “Cat got your tongue?” He purrs, exceedingly proud of himself for having rendered her silent with shock. Enough talking, he decides, reaching for her hand and tugging her away from the kitchen island and into the living room where she stumbles after him like a rag doll.
“Is this okay?” Hyunjin asks gently again once she is seated on his lap, straddling his thighs between her own— when did that happen? His fingers digging into the softness of her upper thighs when he grabs her hips brings her focus back to the present and suddenly all of her senses are on fire; oh, he looks absolutely glorious beneath her, cheeks flushed warm and pink, tufts of dried hair fallen over the dark pools of his eyes that seem to hold galaxies within them. “M’perfect. You’re perfect,” she sighs, euphoria having melted her brain into a pile of incoherent mush and the knot in her stomach only winches tighter when his large hands trail dangerously close to where she wants him most.
Just as she begins to gather her wits to the situation she has found herself in, there comes a brilliant flash of white from outside the windows that flickers and dies like an almighty camera flash that blankets everything at once. Not even a heartbeat later the rolling boom of thunder reverberates overheard, the untamed power effectively rattling the entire house and she subconsciously clings tighter to him until the rumble dwindles past. When she opens her eyes once more, she is marginally closer than before the very heavens had split apart and Hyunjin smiles comfortingly at her, seizing the opportunity to move his hands back to cup her face before closing the distance and planting his lips on hers.
Despite having been caught so off guard, warmth blooms in her chest and she is dizzy with joy, every cell of her being vibrating in overwhelming elation when Hyunjin’s hot mouth melds to her own, the tip of his tongue prodding at the seam of her lips when she whines quietly into the kiss. What starts off soft and slow quickly turns into something more urgent, fueled by an intense fervor growing within her and it’s his lips, she decides, biting down on the supple flesh and drawing a whimper from his mouth to be muffled into hers.
“I could say the same about you,” Hyunjin finally replies to her unintentional compliment after pulling away, licking a stripe up the side of her throat before settling underneath her jaw to suck a tender mark, “that first night we met. At the bowling alley,” he pauses his biting with a sharp intake of breath when her wandering hands graze delicately beneath his belly button, “you were so cute, I didn’t know how to act around you. You’re always cute.”
She halts her movements at his words, sitting back on her haunches as a flush creeps up her face. “So you don’t remember seeing me before that?” She grins, reaching forward to run her fingers through his bangs.
“Chan’s New Year’s party,” she chuckles, bending to kiss the mole along the curve of his neck, “that was the first time I saw you,” then the one on his jaw, “kind of been head over heels for you since.” When she plants a heartfelt peck on his reddened lips, he pouts back at her and she simply cannot fight the urge to kiss him again, licking at his bottom lip. “What’s a matter?”
“I’m sorry, how could I have not noticed you?” He actually apologizes, reaching for her waist and pulling her impossibly closer, although all it essentially does is drag her sensitive center roughly over his bathing suit bottoms. He does not miss the soft gasp that escapes her, his grip instinctively clutching harder in a weak attempt to keep himself grounded. “Can I make it up to you?” He proposes before she has even replied, a suggestive tilt to his voice and all she can do is nod, putty in his hands.
“Oh, God,” this is really happening, she sighs blissfully, weightless in his arms when he lifts her from his lap to gently lay her back down against the cool leather sofa cushions. It does not take long for him to join her once more, hovering dangerously close above her and she hardly manages to swallow past the lump in her throat, praying that he cannot hear the dizzying staccato of her heart slamming against her ribcage. “You okay?” Hyunjin asks softly, balancing his weight on one arm beside her when he reaches up first to brush hair away from her face, and then to trace the swell of her bottom lip.
“Yeah,” she sums, kissing the pad of his finger, “you’re just like… insanely, strikingly handsome. You make my heart go boom boom. I still think I’m dreaming.” Nice one. Real smooth.
His boyish giggle in response is a direct attack to her heart, and yet it still is not enough to prepare her for the embarrassed flush working itself across his cheeks. Oh. He then proceeds to bury his face in her neck to hide his shattered facade, flustered more than he would have liked to admit when trying to finger the girl he’s madly in love with.
“See? You’re like… perfect. Can’t you feel my heart? Earlier I was seriously hoping we would fuck but now I don’t even want to, I could just stare at you all day,” she spews honestly—what’s the point in holding back when this was the kind of response she would get?
“Oh my God,” he whines sheepishly, kissing hotly at her shoulder, “you make my life really difficult.”
“Imagine how I feel,” she huffs, swinging an arm over him to lovingly run her fingers up and down the burning skin of his back. Warm. He made her feel warm all over.
Hyunjin truly, literally whimpers in response to her soft ministrations; however, the amatory heat burning in his abdomen clearly has not left his mind and twists the notion into something much different as he mindlessly ruts against her center, a muffled groan escaping him at the partial relief and ultimately ruining the softness of the moment. “Oh,” she gasps, lifting her hips to meet his next upstroke in time with the wind picking up beyond the safety of his embrace, howling and crying and baying like a wolf into the night.
“Shit,” he grunts in her ear, the bulge of his length beneath his swim trunks dragging deliciously at just the right spot through her own bottoms, leaving her lightheaded and longing for something more, “do you mind?” He asks, breathless.
“Of course not,” she hums, spreading her legs further to give him better access.
“Fuck, you’re the best. I won’t last long, I’ve had blue balls for like, an hour,” Hyunjin laughs lightly before continuing his ministrations, keeping himself balanced above her as he rolls his hips to meet hers. A strangled grunt deep from the back of his throat leaves his parted lips and she decides she absolutely will never hear or watch anything hotter with the way he drags his clothed length over her.
No matter how much he shudders in pleasure, he seems to struggle to meet that perfect, earth shattering angle, and so she offers a hand—literally—and reaches to palm him. “F-fuck,” he hisses, movements grown shaky and sloppy with her squeezing him so tightly through the material of his trunks. She tries her best at dragging her hand up and down his shaft with the limited space, pressing specifically at the tip in time with him thrusting into her palm. No matter how shitty it is, it seems to do the job for how far gone he is, head thrown back and body trembling as he comes inside his boxers with a sharp moan. Disgusting, and he’ll probably regret it later, but right now it’s a breath of fresh air. Plus, it’s pretty hot that his dream girl 1) just let him hump her and 2) gave him a rushed handjob through his pants that still made him cum.
After a long minute to compose himself, he presses a grateful, messy kiss to her lips that ends up being more of a messy clash of teeth and tongue. Then, like the perfect gentleman he is, Hyunjin lifts himself up to gaze at her longingly once again and asks with heavy-lidded eyes, “Let me go down on you?”
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head and she thanks the heavens she is not standing or else she most certainly would have toppled to the ground under the weight of his words and the hoarseness of his voice. “Do you want to clean up first?” She asks fretfully. Truthfully, it’s more to give her another minute to mentally prepare herself.
“I’ll deal with it later,” Hyunjin grins like the little devil-angel he is before kissing her again, silencing her worries with his tongue wrapping around hers and it oh so unfairly becomes hot and messy and titillating again, driving her closer to an edge she had not seen the warning signs for. This time her fingers thread through his hair, pushing back mussed bangs to rest her forehead against his as they share a labored breath. When he begins his journey south, he trails down her throat and punctuates each suck and nip on her skin with an openmouthed kiss, ravishing all the way over the swell of her breasts and down her abdomen until it seems as if every inch of her skin is glistening with moisture and dotted with tender marks.
Hyunjin shifts his weight in order to scoot down the length of her frame, this time resting so much closer to where she so desperately needs him to be. One scorching hand drags up her thigh, carefully hooking around the elastic of her bottoms and she weakly raises her hips to help him yank them down her legs. No matter how much of a struggle it is to get them down to her knees, they manage nonetheless and she rids the flimsy garment with an anxious kick once they reach her ankles.
“Just remember,” Hyunjin rasps after hooking her legs over his shoulders, thumb ghosting over her clit and her body jumps for it, “Bang Chan didn’t make you this wet. I did. All me, right?” He’s practically growling at this point, not patient enough to wait for her answer and opting to go straight for the kill with his mouth suckling around her clit harshly. “Oh, Jesus. Fuck,” she whines, hips raising to follow the warmth of his tongue but his free hand quickly presses them back down. “Yes. You. All you,” she gasps out, hardly able to form a response at this point when all she can focus on is the way her body swells as his lips draw her forward, sucking long and hard.
“F-fuck, shit,” she whines, an intense buzz pumping hotly through her veins and fueling the fire in her gut with him practically sucking the life out of her. Somewhere in between him licking a slow strip up her slit and his fingers prodding teasingly at her entrance, all her mind can think of is the ‘fuck, go back’ meme— Hyunjin on the average day, just existing as his ethereal, exquisite, heavenly, goofy, dramatic self is already overwhelming. But thisHyunjin? And his stupid tongue and godsent lips?
It’s more than she can handle.
The infelicitous thought quickly slips her mind when Hyunjin more comfortably resituates himself in order to push two fingers past her walls at an agonizingly slow pace. With a strangled mewl, her hands instantly fly to tangle in his hair, raking through the strands for dear life when he immediately curls those long fingers of his, rubbing upward, stroking that hidden gem of a spot. “Hyunjin,” she can’t keep her voice down anymore, moaning the last bit loudly before biting her bottom lip to taper it into labored breathing.
“You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” Hyunjin compliments when he comes up for air, breaking away with a noisy pop that leaves her arms trembling violently, “also, really, really fucking hot. You’re gonna date me after this, right?” He adds as a nervous afterthought, the tempo of his fingering picking up as he rocks his hand against her, his palm grinding against that one sweet nerve until her body seizes in sweet pleasure. “I— wait, fuck, you’re asking me out?” She hisses with a furious blush and one too many emotions swelling in her chest, the jitters rising in waves when he tucks his face back between her legs and laves his tongue over her again and again.
“Oh, God,” she sighs shakily, back arching and following the motions of his tongue— the long lapping motions, the hard swallows, the tight sucking. All of it. She’s drawing closer to an edge she is not prepared for, thighs perpetually quivering and skin tingling in a frenzy of static wherever he touches, one hand gripping her hip like an anchor, the other insistently flicking her clit, his tongue stroking inside of her, warm and wet. “Come on, baby,” Hyunjin purrs against her folds, the vibration winding the coil tighter before he switches to quickly pump his fingers into her and to press his tongue roughly against her sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing her to her climax.
Ensuring she rides out the entirety of her orgasm on his tongue, Hyunjin tightly grips her thighs to keep her legs spread, lapping and sucking lewdly, shamelessly at her cunt like a man starved. Her hips buck and jolt as the sickly-sweet warmth burns and grows and grows until it is consuming her whole, ecstasy and relief flooding her from head to toe as her orgasm washes over her. She feels hollow and jittery all over by the time the frenzy of sensations fades into nothing but a tender throbbing in her core, as if all her nerves are worn and frayed at the ends and leaving her as a pile of mush.
“How ya doing?” Hyunjin peeps from between her legs after a few moments of waiting for her to come back to reality, one hand on her hipbone and the other at her inner thigh, soothingly massaging her skin to ease her back from the high. Something about the genuine concern etched on his features paired with her own arousal glistening on his chin and lips has the butterflies in her stomach roaring to life, heart doing somersaults in her chest and she smiles softly, reaching for his hand and tugging for him to come closer. “Are you sure you’re the same Hyunjin from the bowling alley?” She laughs airily against his lips, blinking up at him with wide eyes. His beauty is not an easy thing to comprehend, she reminds herself with a thumb tracing the soft curve of his jaw.
“I told you I’m not just a softie,” Hyunjin says with a dramatic huff followed by that cheeky smile of his, lowering his head to gently rub his nose against hers in an eskimo kiss and oh, he certainly has her heart now if he hadn’t before. She reaches up to actually kiss him this time, hoping to distract him from the painfully obvious blush blooming across her cheekbones, and once more the entire world is spinning when he gently cups her face and slackens his jaw to deepen the kiss.
“Just for you, though,” he randomly adds when they separate, diverting her focus away from the taste of herself on his tongue and how sinfully good of a kisser he is. “Hm?” She ponders with a tilt of her head, hand resting at the nape of his neck to twirl a finger into his hair. “I’m just a softie for you,” Hyunjin elaborates, dramatically collapsing on top of her and the weight of him pushes all the air from her lungs.
“Oh,” she heaves, freeing her arms trapped underneath him and wrapping them around his wide shoulders with a tight squeeze, “that’s good. I bet I’m softer for you, though.”
“I just had my tongue up your coochie, can’t you just give this one to me?” Hyunjin scoffs and finally rolls off of her, reaching for the floor with an ungraceful flail of his long noodle legs before finding the hardwood and standing up. “Right. Sorry. About that,” she coughs, leaning up and ignoring the mess between her thighs in favor of glancing to his own semi-hard… problem, “do you want me to return the service?” After all, that shitty handjob was not the best depiction of talent.
“Are you offering to suck my coochie? Thanks, but I’m good,” he answers nonchalantly, nevertheless he reaches beneath the waistband of his bottoms to readjust himself right in front of her and she instinctively glances away, embarrassment creeping up her neck. Even though he just ate her out. Whatever.
“Never mind, you’re stupid,” she grumbles, stumbling to her feet once her limbs realize they have to do their job to grab her bottoms thrown haphazardly across the room. “Hey! Be nice to your boyfriend.”
“Oh, you’re my boyfriend now?” She challenges, shimmying the material up her legs before standing to face him with a smirk painted on her face. “Technically I never said yes.”
Hyunjin gasps. “Damn, guess I get to tell everyone I played you, then,” he smirks right back at her like the cocky shit he is, turning away after slipping into his t-shirt to get his phone and keys from the kitchen. “No! Wait! I was just kidding,” she lunges for him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his back, “I like you. A lot, as you can tell. If you actually want to date me, well, then, you know how I feel.”
“___,” he soothes, detaching her arms in order to spin around and face her, “I’m not going to just hook up with someone who I know likes me. I’d be dumber than a doorbell, too, if I didn’t y’know… maybe have a little crush on you too. Which is why I want you to be my girl. I don’t want to do cute shit with anyone else but you. Like, pick our toe jam to compare it and stuff.”
“Wait, you have toe jam?”
“Exaggerated joke, ___.”
“Oh,” she giggles, leaning up to kiss the beauty mark on his neck again, “anyway. Dating. So, you’re my boyfriend?”
“I think it works something like that,” his full lips practically disappear when he grins toothily, large hands coming back to cup her face, “can I get a goodbye kiss?” She hums in instant agreement, meeting him halfway to press her lips against his, one, two, three gentle pecks before his tongue tantalizingly darts out to swipe against the seam of her lips and effectively painting her insides with fireworks.
“Hey,” she warns, jabbing a finger to his chest to stop him but immediately softening up at the sound of rain pounding on the roof as if demanding entrance, “I mean… you could always stay until the storm passes.”
“Are you asking because you’re worried about me driving safely or because you just want to sit around and kiss all night?”
“Hm, well, maybe a little bit of both,” she admits with a sheepish smile. He’s just too irresistible to pass up. Hyunjin beams brighter than any star in the galaxy before pulling her back into him, “Greedy. You’re lucky my heart goes boom boom for you too.”
▸ description: the evolution from being on your phone during basketball games to staring at a certain hwang hyunjin.
▸ word count: 3.9k
▸ warnings: swearing
▸ a/n: i had to include bandana hyunjin in there somewhere im sorry lmao also this was proofread at 1am so I apologize for any mistakes >.<
“COME ON!! SHOOT IT, MINHO!!”
Jisung’s shouting instantly made you look up from your phone, pausing the pretty interesting game of Angry Birds you had going on. A second later, you saw how the ball was thrown in the direction of the hoop, and it circled the rim a few times before it finally went in. The referee blew his whistle right before loud cheers filled the auditorium, Jisung still screaming for Minho.
The game resumed its normal course, and you went back to your phone. That didn’t last long, though.
“Are you really going to stay on your phone the whole game?” Jisung asked, plopping down on the bleachers right beside you.
“Hey! I look up when they score,” you tried to defend yourself.
“Yeah, but you’re missing all the action.”
You rolled your eyes. “You just continue cheering for your boyfriend, I’m fine over here.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jisung mumbled, avoiding your gaze.
“Sure,” you smiled and went back to your phone.
Well, it was true that you weren’t really paying attention to the game that was happening in front of you. However, you were actually there, sitting in the bleachers, and that probably counted as school spirit, right? Right.
In all honesty, attending the games wasn’t the worst thing ever. Yes, you weren’t really invested in your school team, but with Jisung cheering right beside you it sometimes made you want to cheer for them too. They were known faces in the halls, almost everyone wanting to talk to them and admirers seeking for some kind of interaction.
How Jisung was able to catch Lee Minho’s attention will forever remain a mystery, though. What you knew is that they were on speaking terms, and according to your best friend that didn’t happen to just anyone. They were the popular guys, but they weren’t assholes. Thankfully.
Back to the gym, after some time the game ended, your school’s team scoring another victory for their bag. After everything was wrapped up, everyone started to exit the place, chatting animatedly about the game they had just witnessed. You saw how Jisung had his eyes fixed on Minho, who was drinking water along with the rest of his team.
“Are you going to go and say hi?” you asked, hitting his arm playfully.
“Wouldn’t that be too much?” He eyed him with a hint of nervousness in his gaze.
“Nah, you should go for it. I’m going home though, so good luck!” You quickly pushed him (softly, of course) in Minho’s direction and started heading to the exit, not before a low “asshole” was heard coming out from your best friend’s mouth.
So, remember how you said you didn’t really know any of your school’s basketball team members? That changed the day right after the game you attended.
You were making your way through the school halls towards your locker, text books in hand and backpack secured over your shoulder. Everything went to shit when you felt your phone ringing in your pocket, and you had to start maneuvering very carefully as to not drop your books and to manage to get your phone out.
You knew you had failed when, all of a sudden, you clashed with another body and you both almost fell down to the floor together, but managed to stay with both feet on the ground. Sadly, your books weren’t so lucky.
As you were about to lean down to pick them up, the other person beat you to it, handing them back to you in a swift motion.
“I’m so sorry, I was totally not watching where I was going,” the boy said, straightening up. That’s when you noticed he was one of the guys from the basketball team, as you remember seeing him in the court.
“No worries, it was my fault too,” you said, throwing him a small smile.
He reciprocated your smile, and you noticed how his eyes crinkled when he did. “I’m Hwang Hyunjin, and you?” he asked.
Oh, that’s a name you had definitely heard of. Main player of the team, most popular, best grades, good looking… You get the gist.
“I’m y/n,” you responded. “What had you in such a rush?”
“I wanted to find our coach before class to ask him about our next practice.” He shrugged. “Do you go to the basketball games?”
“Most of them, yeah.” He didn’t have to know you spent basically all of the time on your phone, though.
“How come I haven’t seen you, then? I feel like I know our crowd pretty well.” He tilted his head in curiosity.
“Uh, I don’t look up much, I guess.”
Hyunjin chuckled. “Well, I’m going to search for you during our next game, so you better be there and cheering.”
“Is that a threat?” you asked, your voice adopting a playful tone.
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” He shrugged, right as the bell rang to signal the start of the school day. “I need to run to class, so see you later!”
“See you!” you said as he turned around and started walking in what presumably was the direction of his classroom.
You were about to head to your locker to quickly put your books away when a very agitated Han Jisung appeared next to you.
“Were you just talking to Hwang Hyunjin?” he inquired.
“Holy shit, how did you do it? He’s like, the coolest guy on the team,” he said excitedly. “After Minho, of course,” he added as an afterthought, and you laughed.
“We ran into each other and it made me drop my books. He just asked for my name, nothing very special.” You shrugged.
“Of course it’s special, it was Hwang Hyunjin,” he said in a “duh” tone.
“Stop exaggerating and let’s go to class.” You quickly closed your locker and started walking in the direction of your classroom, thought about a certain boy flooding your head.
During the next basketball game, you could definitely say you were paying attention now. Rather than your focus being completely on the game, though, your eyes seemed to be following only one player.
Hwang Hyunjin, of course.
He was quick on his feet, passing the ball amongst his team with skill probably only acquired through long hours of practice. You could tell he was pretty good, scoring almost all the times he threw the ball to the opposite team’s hoop.
(Also, he was wearing a bandana, which made him look disgustingly good. But that’s just an extra fact.)
All the staring could come off as stalkerish, so you tried diverting your attention from the boy every once in a while. This resulted in you finding out that basketball was actually kind of fun to watch, so you quickly joined in on the cheering for your school’s team (not being as loud as Jisung, though).
Suddenly half time rolled around, and the team gathered in the sidelines of the court to drink some water and speak amongst themselves. That’s was the moment you saw Hyunjin scanning the crowd, and when his gaze landed on you he broke out in a smile and nodded his head at you. Ignoring your kind-of-fast heartbeat, you waved and smiled back in his direction, right before he turned his attention back to his friends.
The game resumed, and you could say that Hyunjin’s gaze met yours a few more times after he noticed your presence. Right after scoring, his eyes would quickly meet yours in the crowd and a small smile would adorn his lips when he found you cheering for his team. You didn’t know why he was suddenly… interested? in you, but the easiest thing to do was to blame the text books incident.
With the blow of a whistle the game came to an end, your school’s team getting the win, of course. Like last time, chatter filled the gym as everyone was leaving, but Jisung again had his eyes fixed on the sidelines, or, more specifically, on Minho.
“I’m going over there, so I’ll talk to you later?” He asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look good.
You looked over to see where Minho was standing, and spotted Hyunjin right next to him, chugging a bottle of water, hair pushed back.
“I’ll go with you,” you said, earning a surprised look from Jisung. Then, he glanced over in the direction you were looking and a knowing smile took over his lips.
“Oh, that’s why,” he muttered, nodding towards Hyunjin.
“Shut up.” You didn’t say anything more, and the both of you started heading towards the boys. Once there, you were regretting the decision just a little bit.
(The bandana looked better up close.)
Thankfully, Jisung engaged in conversation first. “Good game guys! You played really well.”
“Thank you Jisungie, glad to see you cheering.” Minho smiled widely towards the boy, and you noted the nickname he used. You would have to tease Jisung about it later. Then, the both of them started talking between themselves, leaving you and Hyunjin in a somewhat awkward silence. You turned to glance at him, and he spoke first.
“So you came, huh?” he said, smiling.
“I told you, I always come to the games.”
“But this time I actually noticed you were here, so it’s completely different.”
“Oh? How so?” You tilted your head, trying to tease him a little.
He seemed to think for a moment, but didn’t arrive to any conclusion. “Just is.” He shrugged.
“Bet you say that to everyone,” you said in a playful manner.
“Hey! Don’t make me sound like a player, I’m not.” He pouted. “I hardly talk to people outside of the team.”
He’s talking to you, though, your brain helpfully provided, before you promptly shut it up.
You didn’t have a chance to respond, as he changed the topic. “Well, how was the game?”
“It was pretty fun to watch, to be honest. Everyone on the team is really good, I can’t imagine how hard you guys practice."
"How about you see for yourself? You should swing by sometime; we practice every day after class.”
Oh? You weren’t expecting him to just casually invite you to watch him practice. Did it mean anything? Was it because he wanted you there? Did he think you were just interested in the sport? Were you overthinking this? Most probably.
“Oh, I’ll try to see if I can make it one of these days,” you replied.
That’s when Minho suddenly irrupted in your conversation. “Was that an invitation to our practice I just heard?” He raised his eyebrows in Hyunjin’s direction, directing him a sly smile.
“Maybe,” Hyunjin responded, and you noted how his cheeks turned a bit pink.
“Oh! Would love to see you there, y/n,” Minho said in an overly sweet tone, directing an even more overly sweet smile towards you. You could bet it was just to tease Hyunjin.
You were a bit unsure but still smiled in return, turning to shoot a look at Jisung that basically said “hey I think it’s time we leave now”.
Jisung thankfully got the message, and quickly spoke. “Well, we have to get going now,” he said with a pout, which Minho also returned. “We’ll catch up with you guys later, or in practice like some other people.” He directed a pointed look at you.
You rolled your eyes at your best friend, then quickly exchanged your goodbyes with the boys so you could leave the gym, going up the stairs towards the doors.
“I hate you,” you hushedly told Jisung.
“You love me,” was the only thing he retaliated.
Turns out now you had an invitation to watch the team’s basketball practice, and you were really unsure as if you should use it or not. Wouldn’t it be weird?
Well, other people watched practice all the time. Mostly admirers of the boys, to be completely honest. Because of this, you being there shouldn’t be that weird, right? Right?
Between all these thoughts and words of encouragement from Jisung (Hwang Hyunjin invited you to his damn practice and you’re gonna waste the opportunity?? you realize he’s going to be sweaty and hot???) you ultimately decided to give it a try and go. But you weren’t going to watch the whole thing; you would go and watch, like, the last fifteen minutes. That would be enough.
And thank God you decided that, because when you entered the gym and settled on a seat towards the back, the moment you spotted Hyunjin with his messy hair, throwing the ball around with his teammates, you knew it was better that you weren’t there for the whole duration of the practice. You weren’t sure you would’ve survived, in all honesty.
The same way it had happened during the actual game, Hyunjin looked over to the bleaches and his gaze met yours, and he smiled and threw a small wave at you. You waved back, a bit of shyness taking over you as the rest of the people watching glanced in your direction, probably thinking “who did Hwang Hyunjin just wave to”.
You spent the rest of practice just watching in silence, your eyes following Hyunjin’s movements most of the time. They were organizing and trying out some plays and strategies for their next game, and you could definitely tell that they all had pretty amazing skills. Especially Hyunjin, who didn’t own the title of captain for nothing; he was one of the fastest players out there, leading his team to victory with very well timed passes and shots to the hoop. Plus, his concentrated face when talking to the rest was attractive, you weren’t going to lie.
Some time later practice was called to an end, and you watched as Hyunjin said goodbye to his friends before looking over at you. He motioned for you to come down to the court with him, and you did exactly so, ignoring the way your heart sped up a little when you finally arrived next to him.
“Hey! I’m happy you made it,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, I had some free time after finishing an assignment and decided to swing by. Nice practice, by the way.”
“Oh, thank you. Wanna sit?” He pointed to the benches right next to you.
With a nod of your head you both sat down, Hyunjin putting down the basketball ball he was holding previously on the floor. You immediately fell into an easy conversation, chatting about school, your interests, and anything, really. You discovered Hyunjin was a very easy person to talk to, as he always seemed to have the right thing to say, and he listened attentively when it was your turn to talk.
After a while, everyone had already left the gym, but you didn’t really feel like leaving yet. That’s when Hyunjin pointed to the ball resting at his feet and asked, “Have you ever played basketball?”
“Never have touched one of those in my life, if I’m being honest with you,” you quickly admitted.
With that, Hyunjin stood up. “Well, you’re going to do it now. Come on, up.” He motioned for you to stand up and started walking towards one of the hoops.
You rose from your seat and followed him, a feeling close to dread filling your every step. You weren’t really in a position to feel confident in your basketball abilities when Hyunjin, also known the best player out there, was present and paying complete attention to you.
He started to show you how to dribble the ball, which, fair enough, wasn’t so difficult. Then, you just started moving around passing the ball between you two, which caused it to escape from your hands a couple of times. After a few tries, though, the movements and the ball started to feel more familiar and less awkward. Finally, it was time to try shooting it to the hoop.
Firstly, Hyunjin demonstrated how to do it, explaining how your hands should go, how much strength to use, and how to throw the ball. You probably missed around half of the explanation, but it was totally not because of the fact that you were staring at him instead of listening. Definitely not.
Then it was your turn, and you tried copying what Hyunjin had done, and threw the ball. It lacked a bit of direction and you probably used too much strength, as it landed right behind where it was supposed to go.
Hyunjin quickly let out a “don’t worry, we’ll try again.” He went to get the ball, and returned to his position next to you.
“Look,” he said, and handed you the ball, moving so he was standing right behind you. “Your hands go here.” He put his hands over yours and raised them so the ball was hovering in front of you, and adjusted your hold of it so your hands could be in the right position (mind you, they were still under his.) “Bend your knees a little, and then… shoot!” He impulsed the ball with his hands along with you, the both of you throwing it towards the hoop with a swift motion.
And it went in.
“There you go!” Hyunjin exclaimed, and you turned around to celebrate with him, when you noticed his hands were kind of still holding yours and you were pretty close to his face.
Time seemed to stop as you started into Hyunjin’s eyes, and he stared right back, still holding you. You noticed him shooting a quick glance to your lips, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
“Y/n… Can I-” he started saying.
In that very moment, you heard the gym doors open with a loud noise, and the both of you quickly moved away from each other as if you were struck by electricity, looking over to the now opened doors. There stood Minho, his eyes comically open and his mouth forming an “o” shape.
“Uhm, I left my phone here, let me just-” he said as he very quickly ran down the gym stairs, grabbed his phone and went back up, you and Hyunjin following his every movement with your eyes as neither of you wanted to look at each other. When Minho closed the doors behind him, you seemed to snap out of it.
Before Hyunjin could say anything, you quickly blurted an “I need to go.” You made a beeline for the stairs, grabbing your things in the process and ignoring Hyunjin calling your name as you exited the gym.
What would any sensible human being do after almost kissing their crush and getting ultimately embarrassed in the process?
Avoid them, of course.
Some progress was made, though: after staying up that night overthinking every little interaction with the boy, you arrived to the conclusion that maybe you did have a crush on him. It developed really quickly, the few times you had talked being enough for your feelings to grow. You still needed to get to know him better, but that could be arranged.
(Not when you’re avoiding him, your brain helpfully provided.)
Jisung had a very strong opinion on the topic, assuring you that Hyunjin returned your feelings and that you shouldn’t be turning in the other direction every time he appeared around a corner. He also promised to scold Minho for interrupting your “moment” in the gym (he was actually mad at him, which made you laugh), as who knew what would’ve happened if he didn’t come in at that precise instant.
Even with Jisung’s constant pestering, you weren’t really confident in facing Hyunjin again. Yes, he was the one that may have tried to initiate something, but you still were unsure (hey, you didn’t say you were being reasonable, just scared). In conclusion, you would avoid him until further notice.
Well, your plan went to shit pretty fast.
About a week after the incident, you were walking in the direction of your next class alongside Jisung, who was animatedly telling you about the new song he was in the process of composing. Then, all of a sudden you felt someone go up to you and an “excuse me” being blurted towards Jisung. The person then started to drag you by the arm in the opposite direction with them, and that’s when you noticed that it was none other than Hyunjin. Of course it had to be.
Your pleas of “Hyunjin, let me go!” and “What are you doing?” were completely ignored, as the boy just kept guiding you to God knows where. The students who were in the halls turned to look at you two in curiosity until you arrived in front of a door, which Hyunjin opened and dragged you inside with him. He quickly closed it, and turned the lights on.
You were inside a fucking supply closet.
“You’re avoiding me.” Hyunjin blurted out before you could say anything, crossing his arms.
“Well, hello to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.
“You’re avoiding me,” he repeated himself, emphasizing the words.
“No I’m not! We didn’t really talk before, so when you think of it nothing’s really that different.” You were really trying to talk your way out of this one, it seemed.
“I was and am interested in talking to you now, and you aren’t letting me.” You were about to retaliate again, but he was faster. “You literally turn around every time you see me.”
You weren’t really sure about what to say next, because he was right. However, the silence didn’t last long, as Hyunjin was the one who spoke again.
"Did- did I mess things up? The last thing I wanted was to make you uncomfortable, I’m really sorry if I did,” he said, softening his hard exterior a little.
“No no,” you were quick to reassure him. “It’s my fault. I was, uhm, embarrassed after everything that happened, and didn’t really know how to face you.” You were looking at the floor now.
“So you aren’t mad about the fact that I tried to kiss you?” He inquired, and he suddenly took one step closer to you.
You looked up, and your heart skipped a beat at the proximity. “No, I’m not,’ you muttered, looking into his eyes. You noted how pretty they were, a little mole decorating a spot under one of them.
"So… Does that mean I can kiss you right now?” He stepped even closer, your faces mere centimeters apart.
Despite the way your heart was thumping inside your chest, you didn’t hesitate to respond with a nod of your head. Not even a second later Hyunjin’s lips were on yours, your eyes closing and hands immediately settling around his neck, while his found a place on your waist.
Holy shit, you were actually kissing Hwang Hyunjin.
The kiss was soft and slow, the both of you acting a bit timid around each other but still being in complete sync. Being this close to him caused you to experiment a different kind of rush; you wanted to keep kissing him forever.
For your dismay, humans need oxygen to breathe, so you broke apart after a few moments. However, your faces remained impossibly close, and you were still holding each other.
“Go on a date with me,” Hyunjin whispered as if he was trying not to ruin the moment, looking softly into your eyes.
His words caused you to break into a smile. “Of course,” you replied, and you felt like a big weight was lifted of your shoulders.
Hyunjin smiled too, and leaned forward to reconnect your lips.
sweet anon: Can I request a dom! Han Jisung smut? Where he and the reader are fake dating because Jisung want's to make someone jealous but ends up fucking the reader instead? I love your writings so much!!
Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue
Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.
A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.
Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role.
Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.
Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.
Her competitor for the role was none other than Mina, her so-called enemy. They weren’t enemies in the real sense of the word. They just simply didn’t click with one another and silently agreed a long time ago to ignore each other. They weren’t pulling childish stunts on each other, they didn’t speak each other's names unless necessary, they didn’t try to win each other in grades or parties or body counts. They were just mutually ignoring one another. And everything was fine until she showed up there.
Y/N wasn’t going to lie and say that Mina wasn’t good. Her performance wasn’t exceptional but for someone that has never done that before, she was fairly good. That had her worried about her chances of getting chosen.
When the bell finally rang ending her suffering she got up in the split of a second and left the room. She could not bear to hear any more of the professor’s babbling. Her boots let out quiet thuds every time they touched the concrete floors. She found herself in front of the announcement board but the paper that was supposed to tell her if she got chosen or not, was missing. Thinking to herself that they probably will put it up later she turned on her heels and made her way towards the cafeteria.
She met her friend Hayoon there and they sat down at a table situated in the centre of the cafeteria. They talked about how they had been up until then and Hayoon complained about one of her classes and how she’s going to fail it.
The chatter in the cafeteria died down when the door was slammed open and Mina stomped in, a bitter expression on her face. “I can not believe that they made me a stunt double! What does that even mean?” Her voice was louder than it should have been as she addressed her friends. Her intention was most probably to attract attention.
A smirk crept on Y/N’s face as she realised that she did, in fact, get the main role. She gave her friend a suggestive eyebrow raise as she slowly took the chopstick to her mouth. Her face dropped when she heard the stomping approaching her. “Hey, loser, what’s a stunt double?” Mina’s voice was scratching her ears. How she managed to sound like one of those toys for dogs sometimes, she’ll never understand.
“I can’t believe you’ve auditioned for a role without knowing what a stunt double is.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the other girl and a few people from around them chuckled. Mina’s face caught a crimson colour as the embarrassment settled in.
“Haha, you are so funny!” It was clear by now that the girl was trying to mask her flustered form by trying to embarrass Y/N back.
The truth was that she didn’t mean to make fun of her. She just let her first thoughts leave her mouth. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.” A sigh left her lips. “A stunt double is a person that executes all the dangerous or action scenes for the main actor so they don’t get injured. Stunt doubles are usually gymnasts, people that know martial arts and all that jazz. They probably chose you because of your dance background.”
“I can’t believe it. Not only they didn’t give me the role, but they are also going to use me to protect you?” Mina had an annoyed expression.
“Oh please! Did you really think they were going to choose you? You entered that room without even knowing the concept and somehow managed to get the feel right a couple of times. Meanwhile, some of us actually prepared for that audition.” Y/N was fed up with Mina’s princess behaviour. Always thinking that everything is rightfully hers and expecting everyone to kiss her ass. All that just because her father was donating a big sum of money to the university every term. They are donations at the end of the day and she should not be expecting special treatment just for that.
Mina’s face became a crimson red for the second time in ten minutes and she stomped away from Y/N’s table. The few people that were watching them averted their eyes when Y/N took a look around.
From the corner of the cafeteria, someone was watching them with a smirk on their face. Oh, how he got just the perfect idea.
Y/N sat in the second closest row to the professor. She was in “Canto class” as she liked to call it. It was one of the optional classes she chose to take that year. It wasn’t a compulsory class for Theater and Film majors since you don’t necessarily have to know how to sing to be an actress but she took it anyway because she thought it would be fun. And so far it was.
A loud bang invaded her left ear and she turned to find Han Jisung having his back to her and chatting with his friends that were seated a few rows behind them. She raised her eyebrow but didn’t question it. It wasn’t like the seat was occupied and she definitely had nothing against him sitting next to her. He probably just wanted to pay more attention since he and his friends are always distracted during class.
Y/N turned back to her stuff and opened her notebook to take another look at the notes from last class. Soon after the professor entered the classroom and the chatter died down.
She was vigorously writing in her notebook everything the professor was explaining to them. Suddenly she felt a touch on her left elbow and stopped for a second. She immediately resumed her writing, convinced that he probably did that by mistake. Not even a minute later she felt another touch on her elbow this time more evident. She ignored it again not paying much mind to it. Jisung’s elbow collided with hers causing her to push her notebook and scribble on it.
She snapped her head towards him and felt anger overcome her when she noticed the smirk on his face. “What?” She whispers yelled in his direction.
“Hi!” He did a short wave of his hand in her direction and she clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before going back to her note-taking. She had only five minutes of peace before he poked her side again. She smacked his hand away from her and continued to mind her own business.
Throughout the class, Jisung kept bothering her and trying to talk to her despite her obvious wish to let her take notes. When the bell rang she got up quickly, her blood boiling and left the room in a hurry hoping she could lose Jisung on the busy halls. As she was hurriedly making her way between the sea of people she felt an arm going over her shoulders and she crashed with the owner of the arm.
“Why are you in such a hurry babe?” Jisung’s voice rang in her ear as they were practically glued to each other. She grabbed his hand and swung his arm away from her shoulders.
“For the love of God, what do you want from me Han Jisung?” Exasperation was present in her voice as she threw him an ugly look.
She couldn’t guess what he needed from her to annoy her to that extent. They were acquaintances and nothing more. They knew each other from that one class they shared and the longest interaction they had was when the professor prepared an interactive class once and they had to work in groups of five.
He was the university’s “heartthrob” as people liked to call him. Y/N personally thought that that title should be given to Hwang Hyunjin who was majoring in Modern Dance. He was more mature than the rest of his friends, he was friendly with everyone and wasn’t pulling pranks on innocent people to entertain some brainless creatures. But who was she to oppose the masses?
On top of doing all those things, Jisung was also in a relationship with Mina. Every time they are together they will target someone and will start making fun of them. More Mina than Jisung but he was still entertaining her actions and that made him as guilty as she was.
“I need to ask you something. Or better, make you a proposal.” He winked at her and she felt an uncomfortable shiver run through her. How disgusting.
“Ok, and what is it?” She threw him an expectant look and he started looking around.
“Let’s talk outside where there are fewer people. You got a free period, right?” Confusion made its way on her face.
“How do you know that? Are you weirdo following me?” She has never talked with him as friends and they share only one class. How on earth would he know her schedule?
“What? No! I see you hanging out around the university all the time after our class.” She rolled her eyes at his answer and gestured her hand towards the closest exit out of the building signalling him to lead the way.
Very soon they were seated on a bench under a tree somewhere behind the university. It was her first time coming there. Y/N usually liked to remain at the front of the building since couples usually liked to come there and make out sometimes even fuck.
“I think we should start dating.” He blurted out and she froze for a second before jumping to her feet startling the man.
“I knew you were fucking weird. I’m leaving!” What in the actual fuck did she think when she came here. For a second she expected a real conversation but Jisung’s main skills were flirting and making bad jokes. She set her expectations way too high for that conversation.
She picked her bag from the bench and started leaving only to have Jisung grab her wrist and stop her. “Wait, let me explain. I swear you’ll understand better after.” Y/n wanted to turn and leave but the puppy dog eyes he gave her made her stay and listen to him. Now, don’t get her wrong, his expression didn’t soften her but if he was desperate enough to try the puppy eyes on her then it must be important to him.
She plopped down on the bench and waited for him to start talking. “Look, I’m pretty sure you know Mina. And I know you two aren’t on great terms. I say we date so you can get back at her for all the things she has done to you.” He raised his eyebrows at her and pursed his lips.
Y/N was the one that raised her eyebrow next as she leaned her head to the side. “Aren’t you and Mina dating?”
“Obviously not.” Jisung used a tone that pissed Y/N off. A tone that said ‘It was so obvious, how can you not know?’ and she didn’t like it one bit.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I must have read the signs the wrong way. I mean, it's not like you are always together and you carry her backpack around and you hang out outside of school six days out of seven and kiss before classes and make out behind the university probably right on this bench.”
A smirk appeared on Jisung’s face. “Who’s following who now?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. Mina’s voice is so annoying I could hear her every time she talked. When I would turn to see what was up now you two were most times engaged in some sort of PDA.” She spoke fast trying to prove that she wasn’t following him. She didn’t know why she felt the need to do that but the thought of Jisung thinking that she has some sort of interest in him was terrifying. He completely humiliated the last “unpopular” girl that confessed her feelings to him and at that moment the last thing she needed was for him to go around saying she is a stalker.
“Well, we are getting there. I asked her out and she said that she’ll love to but it’s too fun to tease me. When I asked her ‘What if I get a girlfriend?’ she told me I can not find anyone better for me than her. When I saw you fighting in the cafeteria earlier I knew I found my perfect girl. Not only are you hot, but she also hates you.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words.
“Hot?” Her tone was untrusting as this was the first time someone from uni had said that to her.
“Yeah. You didn’t think that guys came to last year’s theatre spectacles because they were actually interested in theatre, right?” A laugh left his mouth at her dumbfounded face as she registered his words. A blank expression adorned her face immediately after trying not to seem so surprised.
“Well, not anymore.” She let her tongue trace her bottom lip before biting the flesh. “Ok, so tell me what you actually want us to do.” Uneasiness settled inside Jisung as he watched her bored face.
“Well, I mean what I said. We should date. Or fake dating if you will. That way I can make Mina jealous and push her to run into my arms. I bet she can’t stand seeing me with you for too long.” He looked into her eyes hopefully thinking that maybe he convinced her but his hope was quickly shattered when she opened her mouth.
“What are you? Five? I don’t want to get back at her and I have absolutely no reason to help you in your sick plan. I’m out of here!” Once again she picked up her bag to leave only for Jisung to grab her wrist and stop her, again.
“Please Y/N! I’m desperate. I’ve been trying to date her for a year and a half already.” That was pathetic. She had absolutely no reason to help him. None at all. But something pushed her to stay and accept his offer. Maybe she could take advantage of the situation.
Turning her head towards her she tried to keep a straight face as best as she could. “What do I get out of it?”
Jisung’s face brightened instantly at her question and he held her hand with both of his. “Anything you want. If it’s possible I’ll do it.” His eyes were pouring into hers and a stupid sparkle was present in them.
“I guess you were going to do that anyway but I want you to present me to your friends.” The same bored expression that she had on for almost the entirety of their conversation was adorning her face. Jisung was amazed at the lack of emotions she managed to show but she was an actress. Maybe she’s just good at her job.
“Why? Do you have a crush on any of them?” A smirk was enveloping his facial features and he had a teasing tone. Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment.
“No. Some of them seem like really interesting people but their only defect was hanging out with you. Now that I have to hang out with you too I might as well start talking to them.” She shook his hands off hers before putting it in her front pocket. “Now I have to go to class cause my free period is almost over. See you later, babe!” She winked at him before turning around and making her way to her next class.
The next day she met with Jisung in front of the cafeteria so they could walk in together and “announce” their relationship. Somehow he got hold of her number and they texted the night prior about the terms of their little deal. She felt like laughing when she saw how serious he was about it. If he really did end up dating Mina she’ll be convinced that both of them are idiots.
His arm was over her shoulders as they walked through the tables. Multiple people were staring at them but she decided to ignore them. Upon reaching the table she placed her tray down and took a seat. The people at the table were looking confused at one another and some were throwing Jisung questioning looks.
“Everyone, meet my girlfriend.” He spoke gesturing with a hand towards her. She smiled at them and waved her hand, muttering a soft ‘Hi!’.
One of them, who she recognised to be Lee Minho, a Modern Dance major cleared his throat. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He had an awkward smile on. “What are you majoring in?”
“Yeah, I don’t recall seeing you around campus.” Seo Changbin, a Music Production major added.
“Oh, I…” She started talking but a puff coming from her left stopped her.
“Seriously dude? You share a class. She’s L/N Y/N from your Theory and Improvisation class.” The voice belonged to Hwang Hyunjin and she felt a funny feeling in her stomach at the realisation that he knows her. Everyone around the table was throwing him weird looks.
“You are right but how do you know that? I’m pretty sure you don’t take that class.” There was a trace of embarrassment in her voice.
“I don’t but sometimes when I wait for those guys outside of the classroom I see you walking out.” He said that with nonchalance taking a bite from his food.
“And how do you know her? She’s not a Music Production major otherwise we would have known. And she’s not a Dance major either otherwise Minho and Felix would have known about her as well.”Changbin’s tone was almost provoking as if Hyunjin had done something bad and he was about to reveal it.
“She’s a Theatre and Film major. Last year when we went to all those theatre spectacles to support Jeongin I was actually paying attention to the plays. She had either the main role or the lead. I remember her being really good.” She felt her cheeks heat at his comment.
“Thank you!” She threw him a smile. However, she got ignored as Lee Felix started talking.
“Do you know her Jeongin?” She somehow felt offended by his question. Maybe that wasn’t his intention but he should have used a different tone.
“Of course I do. We share almost all of our classes and last year we worked on multiple plays together.” Annoyance was present in his voice caused by his friends' ignorance.
She knew Jeongin from the first day. He was the first to speak to her although they didn’t exactly become friends. They kept on working on plays together throughout the entirety of the first year of college but they kept everything mostly professional since they both had their own group of friends and she kind of disliked most of his friends.
“Then how come you never talk about her?” Now, wasn’t Changbin an annoying one? She rolled her eyes discreetly at his question.
“Because we are not the best of friends. Why don’t you talk about Kim Gina from your degree?” The youngest question was a good one. They were acquaintances and barely knew something about each other. What was he supposed to talk about?
“Gina is not hot. What am I supposed to talk about?” The older male said calmly with a shrug of his shoulders.
The water she was just drinking got stuck in her throat and she started coughing violently. Jisung started hitting her back repeatedly trying to help her swallow. When she finally calmed down she looked at him annoyed.
“Who she is, is not important. What’s important is that she is my girlfriend” he gave Changbin a side look ”and you have to accept that. Stop talking about her like she is not sitting right in front of you.” A few of them raised their hands in defeat while some of them averted their eyes. Minho and Changbin rolled their eyes.
She felt her blood pressure spike up at their action. She remembered why she never wanted to talk to any of them. Arrogant pricks.
“Ok, Mister protective boyfriend. Just tell us when you break up.” Minho took a bite of his food done with the younger man’s antics. Everyone knew that he was in love with Mina. The moment she shows some interest in him he would probably leave this one in a heartbeat.
Y/N sucked in a breath discreetly. He really got her worked up and she hated it. She put an arm around Jisungs shoulders and yanked him towards her, his face close to her chest. With her other hand, she grabbed the sides of his face making him look up at her and forcefully pursing his lips.
“Break up? Do you wanna break up with me, babe?” Y/N’s voice was mocking as if she was talking with a child. Jisung swallowed hard before shaking his head. She smiled at his response and used the hand from around his shoulders to ruffle his hair. “That’s what I thought.” She placed a short kiss on his lips before releasing him and turning back to her food.
Everyone at the table was looking at both of them shocked, especially Minho and Changbin. She wanted to let a proud smile escape her but she controlled herself.
For the rest of the lunch, she decided not to engage in any more discussions with Jisung’s friends. She continued eating her food and listened to them talking about things that didn’t involve her, occasionally responding to Hayoon’s texts.
She was the first one to get up, impatient to go to her next class and not have to see them. “Bye guys. It was lovely meeting you!” She smiled at them, a smile half true because she did like some of them. “Bye babe. See you later!” She grabbed the sides of his face again placing another kiss on his lips before taking her empty tray and leaving them alone.
The men all watched her as she made her way out of the cafeteria. When she closed the door behind her they all burst into laughter. Jisung was biting the inside of his cheek irked by their action. When the laughter stopped, Seungmin that was sitting next to him put his hand on his shoulder.
“I absolutely adore your girlfriend. She knows how to keep her ‘babe’ in check I see.” Seungmin tried cupping his face as Y/N did but Jisung slapped his hand away.
“Are you her good boy, Jisungie? Does she give you rewards if you listen to her?” Minho cooed at him and Jisung held back an insult.
“Shut the fuck up. It’s not like that. She surprised me as well. Who the fuck knew she was going to do that?” When he proposed the whole fake dating thing to her he thought it would be easier. Looking at it now he can’t understand why he thought that. He saw the way her fights with Mina unfold and he knew she was an actress which meant that she was probably either crazy confident or really good at faking it. For some reason, he thought she would be easier to tease and control but it would be a lie if he said it didn’t intrigue him. He liked a challenge and if the prize was Mina he would try his best.
“And you man” Chan spoke for the first time “what the fuck was that? Do you know her entire biography?” He was looking at Hyunjin who rolled his eyes.
“I told you I paid attention to last year’s plays. On top of that, she’s hot. I remember that after one spectacle I and the guys from my dance group at the time talked about her for like a month. She was so..” The man let out a groan and threw his head back trying to explain what he meant.
“Sure, tell me more. Did you masturbate to the thought of my girlfriend? Perhaps got any wet dreams about her?” Jisung commented, raising an eyebrow.
Hyunjin winked at him as a smirk made its way on his face. Some of the guys simultaneously let out disgusted sounds at his gesture.
“But how did this whole thing happen? I can’t remember a moment when you talked about her or when you were together.” Felix’s deep voice rang making everyone pay attention to him.
Changbin suddenly let a gasp out and dramatically covered his mouth. “Yesterday our little Jisungie sat next to her in Theory and Improvisation and when the class ended he ran after her. I think he might have had a secret crush!” The older man teased.
“Yeah, but she looked really annoyed with him. Hence why she sprinted out of the class. Why would she accept to date him if she looked like she’d rather listen to Mr Jung talk about the first piano ever invented.” Chan intervened making Jisung shrug his shoulders.
“She was annoyed with me but what can I say? I’m so charming she couldn’t refuse me.” He leaned back in his chair putting his arms over the back of the chair.
“I think she did it out of pity. When she realized you’ve been trying to get Mina for a year and a half now she probably felt so bad for you she decided to sacrifice herself so you look less like a loser.” Hyunjin said his tone way to serious to be a joke.
Jisung threw the man a deadly stare. “At least I didn’t masturbate to the thought of her like a fucking virgin.” He spat in the other man’s face.
hi okay so idk if your requests are open (if they aren’t sorry!!! ignore this oops) but i was wondering if you would write a hyunjin angsty imagine? maybe one where he never really took you seriously and he views your relationship as a joke? anyway, take your time!! i understand if you don’t want to write it!! ty either way
(update: to those reading, i made this request into a series and it can be found in my masterlist :))
“Hyunjin, can we just talk?” You sighed into your phone, feeling frustrated at the lack of interest the boy was showing to your conversation.
“We’re already talking,” He rolled his eyes as he put you on speaker so that he could browse through his phone as you talked.
“Hyunjin, I’m serious,” Your hand rested on your forehead, thumb and index fingers massaging the skin.
“_____, you need to chill out,” A small chuckle left his lips as he absentmindedly scrolled through instagram, reading all his fans’ comments.
“Hyunjin I just want us to talk, please,” Hot tears threatened to fall down your face as each word passed his lips.
“Fine,” You made out a groan from the other end of the line, “God, sometimes you’re so needy,”
That was the breaking point
“Then tell me how good it feels to be needed Hyunjin” A sob tore past your lips, catching his attention. “Because I honestly don’t feel like you need me or have ever needed me” His breath caught in his throat as his fingers stilled over the phone screen. He’d never heard you like this before and he wasn’t sure why his chest was tightening at the sound of you crying.
He didn’t know what to say.
“Please,” You closed your eyes, dropping your head as you continued crying to him.
Hyunjin opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t find the words. Why was he feeling like this? He never cared enough before so why, now, was he starting to panic?
“Am I….am I a joke to you?” Your free hand formed into a fist, nails digging into the flesh of your palms as you waited him to say something, anything.
“N-no,” Hyunjin’s voice was quiet, but still loud enough to hear.
“Then why?” You shook your head, “Why the fuck do you keep treating me like shit?!” The sound of your voice raising caused Hyunjin to flinch.
“I….I..” He could feel a lump forming in his throat, making it difficult for him to speak, “I don’t know,”
“No,” Pain was slowly being mixed with anger, “You don’t get to take an easy route and say you don’t know Hyunjin. I’m fucking tired of your bullshit. You’ve never taken us seriously,” Your body shook as you spoke, your emotions taking over you. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was frozen in his spot and felt as if each of your words was a dagger to his chest.
You were right. He didn’t take you seriously. He thought you’d always be there even if he didn’t put in any effort.
And you were there. Every time he stood you up, every time he brushed you off, every time he acted like he didn’t care. But now, you didn’t want to be.
Hyunjin was slowly realizing that and, fuck, he had to admit he cared. He didn’t want to turn around and not have you there with him.
“_____,” Hyunjin gasped, releasing the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, “I-I’m sorry I-“
“No,” Your voice was firm, albeit a little shaky, “I’m sorry Hyunjin. I’m sorry that I’m up and down a lot. I’m sorry that I’m not enough for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you to love me like I loved you, to care about us like I cared….God, I’m sorry that I say sorry so much…”
The line was silent and all Hyunjin could hear was the sound of his heart beating through his chest.
“But you know what, I don’t want to be sorry anymore and I’m going to let you off the hook okay? You don’t ever have to care about us….. because we’re over,” As soon as the words were out your lips, you pulled your phone away from your ear, ending the call before throwing your phone to the side and dropping your face into your hands.
Hyunjin stared at his phone, glancing at your contact photo. He’d taken it on your first date and he remembered how badly he wanted to be with you then. What went wrong? What made him act the way he did to lose you? Tears slowly fell past his eyes as realization that you were gone sank into his head.
a/n: i live for angst. but yeeee hope you liked it :)
A/N: sorry these are so far in between,, i just have so little motivation to write anymore djkgjkag
it’s finally ya boi's turn!! he's been pretty present in the aus before this one (namely seungmin and minho's)
so through those a lot about him has already been revealed
he's a slytherin boy who loves to tease the frick out of his friends! and takes quite the interest in quidditch
(minho's #1 hype man. sorry chan and jisung but ya boy gotta support his own house)
and for whatever reason, hyunjin is set on not trying out for the team no matter how much minho pesters him
even tho he probably knows the most about quidditch other than the actual team members in his house???
i guess that’s what happens when you religiously attend each practice, tryout, and game (as an observer)
even the ones that don’t involve slytherin at all (he’s only allowed in since he has connections in every house)
all of the team captains are probably sick of him being there a l w a y s (even chan smh)
but he does have his reasons as to why he won’t try out
anyway i swear that will be useful for the plot later but lets get on with the Story
you sighed, staring up at the ceiling with your arms supporting your head
ever since you were sorted into slytherin in your first year, you thought your life was practically over
due to the fact you stemmed from a long line of ravenclaw scholars
so you felt kinda like a failure?? disappointment?? even though you still worked hard and got good grades
it just wasn’t the same, and you were scared of letting your family down!!
plus, you could tell that your parents were pretty disappointed about your house even if they didn't outright say it
so you felt the pressure was really on to succeed even more than it would have been if you were put in ravenclaw
you had met hyunjin on the train to hogwarts
you were sitting by yourself, and he noticed you worriedly staring out the window, so he asked if he could sit with you and introduced himself
(that boy prided himself on his ability to cheer people up)
the two of you talked about your aspirations for hogwarts, you revealing your hope to be in ravenclaw to please your family, and him talking about his dream of being a famous quidditch player for slytherin
when the hat sorted hyunjin into slytherin, you could practically feel the joy and excitement radiating off of him!
you were next, and your stomach churned as the hat was placed on your head
it did the whole "this is a tough one" bit before deciding to sort you into slytherin
you felt your heart drop into your stomach, and were ushered to the slytherin table with a shocked expression that nobody really noticed
besides hyunjin, of course, because he knew how much was riding on you being put into ravenclaw
"hey, y/n, on the bright side, we get to be in the same house!" he said with a smile, and you returned it
but he knew you were still unhappy, and that's when he vowed to make your slytherin experience as amazing as he could
he always dragged you to every event to show you that being a slytherin really wasn't that bad!
you were grateful for him tbh! because even though you never showed much enthusiasm, he never gave up
even after yEARS AT HOGWARTS together
like man this boy was determined to make you love slytherin as much as he did
by the time you hit your third year, you finally began to warm up to it, but now in even your fifth year, you still felt sad about it sometimes
now as you know, the slytherin quidditch team is Powerful
and that's one of the things that hyunjin tries to use to hype you up about your house
"c'mon y/n, we have the b e s t quidditch players in the whole school! take minho for example! a whole legend!" he would say, gesturing to minho who would flash finger guns at you
which, you couldn't deny was true. you had seen the team sweep (haha broom puns) the field with the other houses
of course there were times when they lost, but losses were few and far between
one day, hyunjin decided to drag you to the slytherin team practice (telling you it was a surprise where you were going)
"why did you bring me to quidditch practice?" you asked, skeptical as you watched the players getting ready
"minho needs all the support he can get after last season," hyunjin shrugged, "got hit right off his broom and injured real bad, remember?"
you nodded, recalling how hyunjin and his friends all rushed down to the field to help minho
hyunjin led you up to his favourite seats in the bleachers, and you watched as the team took their positions
you had to admit that it was fun to watch even if it was just a practice, your eyes darting between each wizard as they passed the quaffle around
hyunjin sighed and you turned your head to look at him, noticing that his eyes were practically sparkling with admiration
"what is it?" you asked
"they're just so cool..." hyunjin said, his head resting in his palm
you giggled, thinking that he looked like a love stricken teenager
"hyunjin?" you questioned, and he hummed in response. "why won’t you try out?"
the question seemed to surprise him, causing him to actually look at you for the first time since you had gotten there
"you always say it's because you don't have time or whatever, but we both know that's a lie. i mean, you're here all the time!"
hyunjin looked at the floor as he processed your words, running his hand through his hair
"i guess i should tell you the truth. it's kind of embarrassing though," he said, smiling softly at you
"i promise i won't make fun of you," you replied, getting another sigh out of him
"back in our second year, i did try out for the team," he began, surprised that he never told you. "don't look at me like that! i didn't tell anyone."
"not even minho?" he shook his head
"anyway, i was trying out for beater. there were three of us, so obviously one wasn't going to make the cut."
as he explained, you began to get an idea of where the story was going
"the other two had been on the team the last year, and definitely didn't want me to take one of their spots," he laughed through his nose as he spoke, "so they did everything they could to get me out. sent a bludger right at me, and i wasn't fast enough to hit it back."
"did you get hurt!?" you grabbed his arm as if any injury would still be visible
"calm down, y/n! it was three years ago. i'm fine now," he laughed
"clearly you're not fine! you gave up your dream just because some slytherin thugs knocked you down," you said, not realizing you still had a hold on his arm, hugging it to your chest (not that he minded)
"this is why i didn't want to tell you.. you already think slytherin is a bad house to be in. i didn't want to ruin the progress we've made," he said with a smile, gesturing down to his arm with his eyes
you followed his gaze and immediately shoved his arm away, feeling heat flowing up your neck and into your cheeks
this caused him to laugh, before reaching over to squish your cheeks
"you're so cute, y/n!!! especially when you blush because of me~" hyunjin gushed, making you blush even harder before pushing him away
at least his annoying confidence was back
he was never shy about giving you affection, and at this point you had definitely developed feelings for him
you just couldn't tell if he felt the same or if his actions were just a part of his affectionate personality
"who were those guys anyway? i just wanna talk," you said, squinting out at the field
"they've graduated by now, don't worry," hyunjin chuckled, finding your slytherin antics adorable (he always knew you were in the right house)
in fact, you had stood up for him a number of times in the past
one example of this was in your first year, when an older slytherin kid pushed hyunjin to the floor, calling him things like 'nothing but a pretty face,' and 'a disgrace to slytherin.'
you had drawn your wand on the guy, casting the knockback jinx and sending him flying
needless to say, people didn't mess with the two of you much after that
it was that moment in particular that hyunjin realized he was developing a crush
hyunjin was pulled out of his thoughts by you grabbing onto his arm again, pointing out into the field
the quidditch team members were flying back down, surrounding someone lying in the grass
the two of you ran down into the field as fast as you could, you tripping on a stair but hyunjin holding you steady before you could fall
when you made it to the grass, you approached minho who had his hand gripping at his hair out of stress
"minho, what happened?" hyunjin questioned
"it's junhui," minho sighed, "that damn bludger escaped out of the box again and hit his leg," the boy gestured over to junhui on the ground, clutching his leg in agony
"is it broken?" you asked, causing minho to chuckle
"of course it is, those things are no joke," he snapped back, startling you. "ah, sorry, it's just that now isn't the best time for a major injury like this."
you nodded, understanding his stress
"minghao, can you take junhui to the hospital wing?" the team captain said to the lanky boy (slytherin's seeker) who was crouching down next to his friend before walking over to the three of you
"what now?" minho asked him
"well, we're out a beater. if we can't find someone to fill in, we may need to forfeit the opening game tomorrow," he replied
you looked up at hyunjin, who was biting his lip, and you lightly pushed him forward
"hyunjin tried out to be a beater before-"
"-maybe you can train him before the game and he can fill in," you said, gripping tightly onto his arm so he couldn't try to run away
"hyunjin? that's ridiculous, y/n. he's always refused to try out when i asked him," minho said, skeptical
"actually, it's true. i did try out, but something happened so i never told you.." hyunjin confessed, not looking minho or the captain in the eyes as he spoke
"well, i'll take what i can get," the captain said, reaching out his hand to shake hyunjin's "welcome to the team, kid."
minho smiled at his friend who looked like he was in a state of complete shock
the scene had been mostly cleared, as minghao had taken the injured junhui away, and the other team members were back in their positions as if nothing happened
"but we have to start training right away, there isn't much time to get you prepped. hop on a broom and let's go," the captain said before getting on his own broom and flying back up
minho gave hyunjin a firm pat on the shoulder before following his captain, hyunjin watching them fly up in awe
"you coming!?" minho shouted
hyunjin looked at you and shrugged before picking up a broom and joining his new temporary teammates
you watched him from below, shielding your eyes from the sun with a hand, before deciding to go back to your spot on the bleachers (where you were mostly safe)
you smiled to yourself while you watched, your eyes trained on hyunjin's form, because he looked the happiest you had ever seen him
when the practice came to an end, you went back down to meet your friend again (too much going up and down the stairs in one day for your liking)
"you know, you ain't bad, hyun," you heard the captain say as you approached, "i think we've got a fighting chance," he added, giving hyunjin another pat on the arm before leaving
the tall boy was lowkey staring into space, probably still shocked that his lifelong dream was sort of beginning to come true
"yo, earth to hyunjin?" minho waved his hands in front of his face, and he blinked and shook his head in response
"sorry," he muttered, "this is just so surreal."
"well," minho chuckled, "it's getting late, you should take your lover back to the dorms while i finish up here," he wiggled his eyebrows, and you swore you would have puked
"my wh-" he began to question, stopping when he saw you
his face immediately flushed, and you laughed as you had never seen his confidence drain so quickly
"h-hey... w-we're not lovers," he protested
"not yet anyway," minho mumbled under his breath
hyunjin opened his mouth to protest again, but you grabbed his arm and bid the older slytherin farewell before pulling him back towards the school
"we all know!!" minho called as you left, and you half-turned around to stick your tongue out at him (which made hyunjin let out the most adorable giggle you'd ever heard)
"what is he talking about... lovers... pfft, as if!" hyunjin laughed, not sounding very convincing at all
"are you that opposed?" you asked with a pout, letting go of his arm, slightly hurt though you knew he was joking
hyunjin's expression changed into shock instantly at your remark
"wh- n-no! that's not what i meant!" he said as he frantically waved his hands around
your expression didn't change, so he stopped and placed his hands on your shoulders
he suddenly looked very serious, which startled you slightly
"listen, i didn't want to tell you like this," he said, looking into your eyes
you flickered your gaze away from him, feeling the heat rushing to your face again
what was he going to tell you? that he secretly hates you?
his stare was hard, and you couldn't help but look back into his dark eyes
"i really do like you, y/n," hyunjin smiled
"really," he nodded
you honestly didn't know how to respond
"come on, it's getting dark out. we can talk more after the game tomorrow," he grabbed your arm this time, dragging you along with him back to the dorms
the next day went by slowly, with you hardly paying attention in any of your classes
you were too busy thinking about hyunjin's confession (who could blame you???)
everyone was talking about tonight’s quidditch match, and especially about how slytherin had taken in some rookie to fill in for junhui
the talk made you extremely nervous, so you hoped that hyunjin hadn't been phased by any of it
knowing him, it would make him want to prove himself even more
as classes ended, students herded out to the field and began filling up the bleachers
you sat down between your housemates jeongin (close friend of hyunjin and minho), and junhui (who begged the nurses to let him at least watch the game)
the first game of the season was slytherin vs ravenclaw, which did worry you slightly since ravenclaw is notorious for their beaters
(meaning they tended to send a lot of other wizards flying off of their brooms)
but you were confident in hyunjin, as well as the rest of the team
the game started quickly, ravenclaw catching the quaffle first and zooming towards the goals
as the chasers passed it to each other, minho intercepted, immediately throwing it to one of the other slytherin chasers
hyunjin was playing his part well, hitting one of the bludgers away from his teammates with his bat whenever they were hit towards them
the game went on like this for a while, and you watched as minghao and the ravenclaw seeker raced after the golden snitch
you figured that it had to end soon!! your gaze began to sweep the field, searching for hyunjin again
he was holding his bat up, with his free hand shielding his eyes from the sun
you noticed the bludger coming at him from above, which he was aiming at before hitting it towards the ravenclaw who was holding the quaffle
the ball skimmed the front of their broom, and they let go of the quaffle to regain balance
slytherin immediately swooped in and stole the ball, passing it to minho who was closest to the ravenclaw goal and throwing it into the ring before the keeper could stop him
hyunjin was smiling at his mini victory, clearly not as alert as he should be
you saw the other bludger hurtling toward the boy from behind, and you started to panic as it was about to ram right into him
"come on, hyunjin!!!" you thought, more out loud than intended
as if he had magically heard you, he looked over his shoulder and saw the bludger approaching him
he swerved out of the way and hit it back in the other direction
you felt relieved, the last thing you wanted was for him to be hospitalized on his first ever game
a few moments later, minghao caught the snitch and ended the game
you stood up and cheered with the rest of your house, actually feeling genuinely excited about a victory for the first time ever
as most of the students left to return to their dorms, you stayed behind to wait for hyunjin
when he reached the ground, you ran to him and jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and almost sending you both tumbling down into the grass
hyunjin laughed as he snaked his own arms around your waist
"i'm so proud of you!" you exclaimed, feeling joyful tears well up in your eyes
"i couldn't have done it without you," he smiled into your hair as he hugged you tight
he pulled back to look at your face, and his expression became worried when he noticed the tears
"why are you crying? don't cry! i'm okay, see? and we won!" he panicked, wiping your tears with his hand
"i'm just so happy," you chuckled, shaking your head at his worry
he pulled you into another hug, and you felt like you were melting into his touch
"told ya," minho snorted from behind hyunjin, causing him to let go of you, "lovers."
"oh shut up," you rolled your eyes
"he's not wrong," hyunjin shrugged
your question was cut off by hyunjin softly pushing his lips against yours
it was a quick, yet meaningful kiss, and when he leaned back you placed your hand to your lips in shock
"jeez, at least do it in private," minho laughed, pushing hyunjin playfully
"good idea," hyunjin replied, winking at you as he interlaced his fingers with yours and led you away from the field
the metaphorical gears in your brain were turning into Overdrive
first he indirectly called you lovers and then mr hwang hyunjin kissed! you!
"does this mean...?" you looked up at him as you asked, and he hummed in response
"it does if you want it to," he blushed, swinging your hands back and forth, "i mean, i already confessed."
"well in that case, i like you too, hyunjin."
you lightly punched him at that
the next day, hyunjin excitedly ran up to you in the hallway and scooped you up in his arms
"what's got you so happy?" you asked, his strong grip frankly making it hard for you to breathe
"i just talked with the captain," he said, letting you go
"and he said that if i try out, i could become a full time player next season!"
"that's amazing, jinnie!" as you spoke, he threw his arms around your waist again, this time picking you up and spinning you around
you had never seen him this excited before, but his happiness was contagious
hyunjin had never given up on showing you all of the amazing things about your house
and to be honest, you definitely could now appreciate slytherin for all that it has to offer
but of course the best thing that came out of your house was getting to spend time with the boy who sat with you on the train
(and yes, hyunjin did make the team for the next season)
description: hyunjin confesses his love for you (or not quite) after he decided it would be fun to pin you to the lockers in the boy’s changing room.
word count: 1.5k +
author’s note: don’t mind me, just my 189535th fail attempt at writing a bad boy au coming through.
Leaning his weight against you, fanning against the nape of your neck was Hyunjin's hot breath and his quiet words spoken with gentle seduction. A new kind of tension—something rigid yet so alluring—wafted through the air in the corner of the empty boy's changing room located near the school gym, where Hyunjin had you pinned to the back of the row of lockers.
You were only here on his order to get him a bottle of water after his soccer practice, having suddenly received a text from him a full hour after school ended. Thank god you were still in the library studying, or else you would have to leave your house and journey all the way back to school just to get him a bottle of water.
You would have to do it, though, everything he asks you to do, you have to do it. Since you owe Hyunjin a huge favor for helping you sneak out of school so you could go find your mother in the hospital. You still couldn't believe how your fate simply brought you together with the school's resident bad boy, but Hyunjin's husky voice against your ear and his lips whispering down your jaw in loving trails were very much real and physical.
"I thought you just wanted the water..." You said breathlessly, facing the dark-colored lockers on the other side with wide, shy eyes. When Hyunjin teasingly pressed his front teeth against your collarbone, you felt your breath hitch and your hands instinctively flew up to grip the skin of his arms exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his school shirt.
He chuckled lowly, raising the white flag that had been permanently etched on your tongue, the white flag that signified your surrender to Hwang Hyunjin—to his voice, to his eyes, to his lips, to his touch, to his everything.
Swiping the tip of his tongue against the spot his teeth had possessively grazed across, he leaned his nose against your skin to inhale your scent that was the stark contrast to the filthy sweat on the grass field, or the drunken smoke sprayed around every corner of his chilling home, and he willingly melted against your being.
"I did ask for a bottle of water but I never said that is the only thing I want," he said, his voice sending chills down your spine when his words hit the nape of your neck like a gentle breeze in the fall weather.
Your hands on his arms relaxed slightly but with the close proximity he had closed between the two of you, you were sure you needed him as a leverage to hold yourself up and to will your knees not to crumble before the sight of him and everything he has been doing to you, both physically and mentally.
(Yet, strangely, every single time Hyunjin pressed himself against you and pushed your sanity over the edge, you let him. The white flag stood up every single time and your heart lets him do anything as he pleased.)
"Wh–what else do you want?" You asked innocently, your voice breaking the smallest amount. It raised his protective instinct, his tender possessiveness, both kicking Hyunjin's heart further down the rabbit hole that is falling in love, so so hardly in love, with you.
His finger dug into the shape of your hip as his lips once again began its journey of exploring the sweet skin just below your head, in a slow and savoring way, like he was carefully drawing a map and marking down every part he loved about you.
(It was every part. He loved every single part of you.)
"You know what I want, (Name)," he said, his hands trailing up to your waist and they stopped there.
The warmth of his lips echoed on your hot skin when he pulled away to speak, and for a moment you denied the realization that you needed his touch far more than you let on, far more than you convince yourself, far more than Hyunjin knows.
You hummed gently, imagining just the shortest intro where his slender fingers danced against the soft surface of your thighs, and you let out a long shaky breath because god, why would it ever be you? Why would he ever choose your dull, studious, innocent self?
"I don't think I have what it takes to offer you what you want, Hyunjin," you muttered honestly, causing him to pause on the kissable trail on your neck.
Disbelief overwhelmed his senses upon your incredulous words. He pulled his lips away immediately, his arms tightening around your waist the way his chest tightened with defensiveness, "Don't you ever say that, (Name). You give me so much more than I have the right to ask for."
You laughed in amusement, "What are you saying, Hyunjin? I run stupid errands for you like getting you and your friends ramen for lunch and getting you water after soccer practice. The only way I am contributing to you is letting you stay your lazy ass on the chair."
Hyunjin frowned. You didn't get it.
"Hyunjin...? Oh my god, Hyunjin, what happened?" Your once calm voice turned into a panicking one when you finally noticed the heavy bruise covered by his parted brown hair, located right on the top side of his head. "Did you fall during practice?"
He tensed up at the mention of the bruise, remembering vividly what happened the night before when he tried to defend his mother from another disaster resulted from drunken cigarettes. But you seemed to hold on, tightly, when your hand shot up to brush away the soft hair and reveal the purple-blue stain on his skin.
His eyes were on yours when you frantically went ahead to check the rest of his face, brushing away locks of his hair and running your hands delicately down his face to look for anything remotely concerning. You didn't have the focus to notice his gaze, his exhausted gaze yet filled with fondness to the infinity.
He looked into your eyes and he found himself in there. Just him and nothing else.
So you tell him. You tell him how much you have been granting him and how exactly was he supposed to pull his feelings away from you.
"Hyunjin... are you okay?" You asked suddenly, grabbing his attention when his filthy name left your lips all filtered and beautiful and stunning. Your hand still touched his cheek as you spoke tenderly, like petals of flowers waving prettily in the wind. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to but can you please tell me if you feel alright?"
Hyunjin leaned against your palm with his eyes closed in relaxation. You were such a safe space, a loving space, and the only space for him. He wasn't okay before but with you here, he is now, better than he ever was and he ever will be.
He didn't speak for a while and when he did, his words rolled out like velvet carpet, "I love you, (Name)."
You widened your eyes at him gently, unsure whether this was one of his teasing antics and afraid to have your feelings backfire on you as soon as you responded with the same amount of sentiment. You looked at his closed eyes, his gorgeous features shining with the dim light in the boy's changing room, and he looked pure. Utterly pure and loveable.
"Right. You do."
He hummed in confirmation, instead of opening his eyes he leaned forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder before bringing you down to the ground with him, you fumbling to keep him steady as he did so. Your back slid against the locker while he knelt before your figure and you could feel his heavy heart against your chest.
"I know you don't believe me... but I do, I do believe I am in love with you," he confessed tiredly. And then suddenly he was shifting position, turning on his side and making you hold your arms around his torso as he laid on top of you comfortably. "I do love you very much..."
He was repeating his words, slurring and muttering them out like they cost nothing more than a nickel, yet his words weighted more than an ancient penny's worth.
"Okay, Jinnie, I know," you held him tighter.
He nodded against your shoulder, nuzzling against you like a child, "Good... can I just ask... for your undivided attention right now. I just need that right now."
You giggled gently, leaning your cheek against the top of his head after planting a kiss to his forehead, pulling him closer than you had ever attempted. Your fingers went up to caress his hair, carefully giving him the love he won't have the chance to receive anywhere else but in your arms.
And for the first time, you realized how much you really give him, all the love and all the delicacy he probably wouldn't have gotten even if he pulled the moon down to Earth himself.
And perhaps you get it now, why Hwang Hyunjin loves you so much.
— STRAY KIDS WHEN YOU WEAR THEIR CLOTHES AFTER SEX.
WORD COUNT : 1579
CONTAINS : suggestive, fluff, basically skz losing their minds over how you look wearing their clothes post-sex.
˗ˏˋ chan ˎˊ˗
chan.exe has stopped working
his eyes go all sparkly and soft once your head pokes through his hoodie, hands lost under the heavy black sweater paws from the clothing
you're smiling back at him, somewhat oblivious to what's running on his mind
he pulls you by your waist, across the bed and right into his lap, his face finding itself on your neck as he let out a breath of satisfaction and comfort
but once he's asleep, he wakes up straight twelve hours later, mumbling g for you to stay closer to himwhat he was behaving like right now lol
the way his arms keep growing tighter and tighter on your form as if you were gonna leave him any moment
dozes off with you in his arms if he's extremely tired, lips in a small pout almost kissing your shoulder
otherwise, he'd talk about random shit with you, sometimes leading on to tickle fights (usually just him tickling you) and he's looking down at you with so much love oh my god someone get me a bang chan
rarely ever asks you back for the hoodie if you decide to keep it though
and once he starts noticing the slowly reducing pile of clothes in his closet, only then he'll call you out for it
(but will pat your head and laugh if you pout at him when you wanna keep it with you forever)
˗ˏˋ minho ˎˊ˗
mans will act like he hates you for it, but secretly has a whole volcano erupting in his heart
so soft for you when you're wearing his clothes at any time of the day, so after sex is just a hundred times better
the whole thing seems just so intimate to him, and it's as if he's just falling more and more in love with you
you're usually tired after sex, so you tend to wear anything in your hand's reach before plopping under the sheets
if not, minho hands you one of his own tees and boxers for you to spend the night in
watches you with heart eyes as you're putting them on before you whisper a "don't look' and he shoots his head away, giggling
sometimes nags at you because you never return his t-shirts to him, but after he hears you laugh softly before going to sleep on his chest, consider him d e a d.
gently kisses your forehead and palms when you're sleeping, smiling like a crackhead while his heart beats a thousand bpm
will probably sleep with your head on his chest, or with his on yours.
˗ˏˋ changbin ˎˊ˗
now changbin's clothes aren't extremely baggy on you, just the right amount of loose and lengthy on your frame
changbin is naturally touchy and cuddly with you, so he's usually the one promptly putting you in his hoodies
*cue changbin squealing and bouncing around in happiness when you're wearing his hoodie*
he's poking and pinching your cheeks and squishing you between his biceps™, the warmth radiating off of you swelling his heart up even more
he doesn't leave your side for a second, pulling the sleeves and putting his own hands inside to hold yours
can't stop showing you with kisses!!! all over your face, then on your jaw and neck, and then on your palms
when he's finally about to doze off after you're in his tight grasp with your fingers combing through his scalp, he's humming how soft and adorable and cute you look before falling asleep.
˗ˏˋ hyunjin ˎˊ˗
hyunjin usually sleeps right after cleaning you up and handing you some water from the nightstand
so this boy doesn't really see when you're wearing his clothes before bed, hugging and cuddling you quietly from behind
but the next morning when he wakes up and walks in on you in the kitchen, he doesn't even realize what's affecting his heart so much;
if it's the fact that you're wearing his clothes that reach just above your thighs
or the way his shirt shows just how many marks he's left on you the night before, skin painted red and pink – especially how they were littered across your most sensitive spot, right along the inside of your thighs
and he watches you make coffee for a good minute before walking up to you and hugging you from behind, bending down just the slightest before planting his face on your shoulders, smiling softly against the warm fabric as his arms loop around your waist.
˗ˏˋ jisung ˎˊ˗
jisung too doesn't have a lot of baggy stuff that makes you look like you're drowning
but since the day he'd seen you try out that one baggy sweatshirt at the mall, he started to buy more heavy and larger clothes for himself (since he knows you're gonna steal them ultimately)
he feels like he's dreaming when he first sees you in his baggy grey sweatshirt, your hair messy and skin flushed and sweaty from all the fucking you guys just did
probably will be a little overdramatic about it too
"woah, am i dreaming?" with some eye-rubbing and oscar-winning acting
and you're just laughing at the lame bullshit he plays in front of you, mind too tired to even process half of what he's doing
almost always has his face on your chest, sometimes pulling his shirt up to blow a raspberry kiss on your belly and snicker
but once he's asleep, he wakes up straight twelve hours later, mumbling against your chest for you to stay closer to him
˗ˏˋ felix ˎˊ˗
omg felix is m e s m e r i z e d at the sight of you wearing his clothes
absolutely head over heels for you at all times, so this is not much different
except he's looking at you with his doe eyes, smiling like a cupid in love and kissing your cheeks and hands and lips any chance he gets
becomes a little more touchy, considering he's a little tired after sex and you just existing for him right in front of him
or otherwise, you guys will just stay up all night and talk about stuff
in reality, it's just him hearing you talk and how you express half the story with your eyes, and the other half with your hands flailing around underneath his sweater sleeves
and it wouldn't even be like he's getting horny again or something
he's just so genuinely in love with you, with how much you mean to him, and all the little things you do for him (knowingly or unknowingly) that makes him fall for you further than before
probably calls you more nicknames than he usually does, and some of them don't even make sense
"ooh that sounded so cool, honey butt"
"felix, what even–"
pulls a minho 2.0
acts like he hates it when he really just wants to squish your cheeks and roll you up and put you in his pocket and never let you go
he's gone to get some water for you and comes back to you waving your sleeve at him and it's as if he can hear his brain malfunctioning
stutters!! so!! much!!!!
it's as though he wants you to know the effect you're having on him lmao
pinches your cheeks and coos at you when you fly your hands around to tell him something
tickle fights!!!!!!!!! but they're usually just him poking your skin and dragging his fingers on your neck and thighs lightly
he'll do anything if it means you're groggily giggling and laughing, rubbing your eyes sleepily
maybe pats your hair too, ultimately resting his chin on your head while you're seated between his legs, the two of you scrolling through tiktok on his phone
lets you cuddle into him while sleeping, and you're almost invisible under the blankets with his huge hoodie engulfing every inch of your skin
and the view makes him laugh, but deep down he's trying his best to control his speeding heart rate
it's not late before he's sleeping soundly and when he wakes up the next morning and looks at you on the other side of the bed
he'll slowly crawl his way up to you and snuggle his face in your back or neck, quietly muttering how pretty you look with his clothes drowning you
a/n: woop woop i loved writing this helppp also thank you for the love on my first post! stay safe ♡
summary: hyunjin had a bad day and all he wants is to spend the rest of his time with you.
a/n: a cute short imagine for all the stays out there aaaa
The loud shut of the door gave away Hyunjin’s presence causing you to flinch at the sudden sound that was made. You hopped out of bed and into the living room to see what Hyunjin was up to. You saw him seated on the sofa with his face in his hands as if he was tired of everything, which was probably the case but you hated seeing him like this.
You carefully approached him, sitting beside him. He felt your presence next to him, he looked up at you, giving you a exhausted smile as he gripped your hand into his. “Hey, princess.” He mumbled, leaning forward to kiss you softly on the forehead.
“Hey baby.” You responded, taking a good look at him. His clothes were the same ones he had on when he left in the morning only looking a bit more wornout from all the practicing they were required to do today. “Are you okay?” You asked, letting go of his hand and putting your hand on his shoulder to massage it somehow.
“I’m fine, Y/N. Practice has just been extra hard recently with the new comeback taking place.” He exhaled, leaning into your touch.
“Everyone has been stressed out lately and I wish I could do something about it but I too myself is stressed so we’re all just basically a big ball of stress compiled together.” Hyunjin let out a laugh at his words. “Today was not a good day and all I want to do it forget about everything and be with you.”
Hyunjin removed your grip from him and took you in his arms which made you yelp at the sudden movement. He took you to your shared bedroom without saying anything.
He layed you down on the bed, he left you alone for a little while to change clothes and he shortly came back. Immediately crawling towards you, to hold you in his arms like how he usually does.
“Mhm.” He hummed, “I love this.”
“Love what?” You asked, softly carressing his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.
“Love you. Love being with you at the end of the day.” He confessed, leaning closer to you to the point where your noses are almost touching. “You make me feel at ease, just by your mere presence, Y/N. For that I wouldn’t ask for anything more in the world.”
▸ genre: high school au, enemies to lovers, a lil bit of angst and fluff
▸ pairing: reader x hyunjin
▸ description: you and hyunjin felt that everything was a competition between you. What happens when you discover you’re not that different?
▸ word count: 2.7k
▸ warnings: swearing
▸ a/n: thank you for the request!! also guys thank you so much for 170 followers, ily all <3
“Okay students, gather up.” Your school principal gesticulated for you to enter the auditorium and sit down. Once everyone was in place, he continued. “In two weeks the school will be having its annual fundraising fair, with the objective of raising money for various school activities. As always, every club will be able to set up and manage a booth, but this year we have an interesting little addition.”
You looked at your friends in anticipation, wondering what this new thing was.
“The club that raises the most money will win part of the funds collected and matching hoodies for all members!” The principal exclaimed.
A competition? That was definitely something that interested you, plus plenty of funds were collected each year at this event so even a small part of it was going to be helpful. You were the president of the baking club at your school, so you could definitely use the money for more equipment. And the matching hoodies would be a cute plus, of course.
Once the principal finished announcing the typical school news, you all left the auditorium. You were commenting the fundraising competition with your friends when you suddenly heard a very familiar voice addressing you.
“Ready to lose, y/n?”
You turned around to face him and were met with his typical smirking face.
“You wish.” You retorted, glaring at him.
It was safe to say you and Hyunjin were rivals. Both of you were the top students of your class, were presidents of the most popular clubs at school (Hyunjin led the photography club, you led the baking club), and were constantly fighting over the sympathy of your teachers, so everything was always a competition between you two. It all started a year ago when you and Hyunjin were set up against each other in a school debate and he won, the rivalry sparking ever since. The nasty remarks and attempts to overdo each other were normal between you.
“The photography club will clearly win this.” He said smugly.
“We’ll see about that, our booth idea will obviously be better than yours.” With that said, you turned around to face your friends. “Club meeting, now.”
One week was left until the fundraising event, and your club was all set. As you were part of the baking club, it was only appropriate that you set up a bake sale to collect money. A part of you was worried that it was going to be a little cliché, but the treats your members could bake were amazing, so you were still confident.
You were having a casual conversation with one of your friends while taking books out of your locker, when you were interrupted.
“Discussing how you’re going to try and beat my club’s booth, y/n?” Hyunjin asked with his typical snarky tone.
“For your information, my club’s already done preparing everything, and we’re going to win.” You threw a fake smile in his direction.
“Oh, really? And what would your great idea be, in that case?” He inquired.
“A bake sale, of course.” You said proudly.
Hyunjin chuckled. “How original.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re not going to be saying that when you see all the things we’ll sell. What is your club even doing you’re so confident you’re winning?
“We’re accessorizing pets and taking their pictures. How are people going to resist cute puppies and this cute face?” He pointed to himself.
“I can resist perfectly fine.” You retorted.
“You don’t count.”
You feigned offense, putting your hand to your chest. “Your words hurt me, Hyunjin.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever. We’ll truly see who wins next week.”
“Exactly. Good luck, you’ll need it.” You said before turning on your feet and heading to your class.
“You’re the one that’s going to need it.” You could hear him mutter before you left.
The day of the fair you arrived a bit earlier to set up your club’s booth. You and your members had brought a wide variety of baked goods to sell, and you displayed them in different plates and stands. Everything looked delicious; you weren’t one of the top clubs in your school because of nothing, after all. Once all was in order in your stand, you and the members who would help manage it sat down to wait until people started arriving at the fair.
Half an hour later, everything was going smoothly. A respectable amount of baked goods had been sold already, and people were admiring your booth all around. Your club had raised a good amount of money so far, and you were confident.
During a moment when business was slow, you decided to take a look around the halls of your school to see what the rest of the clubs had set up. You saw a booth selling old items, another one painting kids’ faces, one with some carnival games and one even selling lemonade. Then, you arrived to the designated zone of the photography club, and were met with the sight of Hyunjin talking to a dog using the typical baby voice while trying to put on a small bowtie on its collar.
You weren’t going to lie and say your heart didn’t soften a little bit at the scene.
He picked up the dog and put him in front of the backdrop they had set up, another member of his club preparing to take the photos. That’s when Hyunjin turned around and met your gaze.
“Ah, y/n! Passing by to see how much better we’re doing than you?” He raised an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes, an action that was apparently very recurrent in your interactions with him. “As if. We have this prize secured.” You said confidently.
“If you say so.” He muttered, turning around and moving over to attend the next customer.
You couldn’t deny that Hyunjin’s booth idea was good. His club was amazing at photography, obviously, and cute pets were all they needed to outshine everyone. You weren’t saying that because the sight of Hyunjin holding a puppy softened you, of course not.
You turned on your heel and headed towards your booth, as you still had a competition to win.
“y/n? We ran out of napkins, can you go get some from my backpack? I left in in our homeroom.” One of your friends said.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
You stood up and headed in the direction of your homeroom, up in the second floor of your school. You were about to go up the flight of stairs when you suddenly heard frantic footsteps and a panicked voice chanting a name.
“Ollie? Ollie, come here!”
You turned your head towards the voice and saw a very concerned Hyunjin, apparently looking for something.
“Hyunjin? What are you doing?” You said puzzledly.
“One of the dogs we were taking pictures of ran away and I can’t find him, so I don’t have time to have a conversation here.”
Hyunjin looked agitated, his hair disheveled probably thanks to him running his hands repeatedly through it in frustration. Basically, he looked miserable, and all your instincts were telling you to lend him a hand, but the reasonable part of you was telling you “he’s your rival!! This can make his fundraising fail!!!”
But you said fuck it.
Right before Hyunjin could run off again, you exclaimed.
“Wait! I’ll help you look.”
You wish you had captured the shocked look on his face. “What?”
“I said I’ll help you look. And you said you couldn’t lose time bickering so how about we get going before the dog gets even further away?”
Hyunjin looked like he was pondering his options in his head, and finally nodded his head. “Okay, let’s scan this floor and if we don’t find him we can go upstairs. His name’s Ollie, if you find him let’s just reunite here.” He said hurriedly.
You nodded and took off in one direction, Hyunjin going the opposite way. You scanned corridors and classrooms in case a door was open and the puppy got inside, but there was no sign of him.
“Ollie? Come here, puppy!” You were repeating while you searched.
Once you were sure the little guy wasn’t on any of the halls you searched, you headed in the direction of where you met with Hyunjin. You found him standing there, looking worried.
“No luck?” He said anxiously.
You shook your head. “Let’s go upstairs.”
You both went up the stairs quickly, and Hyunjin spoke. “How did I even lose a dog? I’m supposed to be the one taking care of that stuff, I’m the president for God’s sake.”
You stopped and turned to face him. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, it was obviously not your intention. We’re going to find him, don’t worry.” You reassured him.
He took a big breath and nodded. “Okay, let’s search this floor.”
You again took off in different directions, calling for the puppy and searching all corners. Suddenly you heard the faint sound of paws hitting the floor, and hurried in that direction. You arrived to an empty hallway, a small puppy happily strutting in the middle of it. You quickly approached him and, once you were close enough, scooped him into your arms.
“Got you.” You muttered.
At that same moment Hyunjin appeared on the other side of the hallway, and you saw him visibly relax.
“Oh, thank God. I would’ve gotten murdered if we didn’t find him.” You heard him say before approaching both of you. “Why did you get lost, little one? Do you know the fright you gave me?” He scolded the puppy in your arms, using the baby voice.
Your heart may have started beating a bit faster at the proximity, but you were going to keep that to yourself.
You gave the puppy to Hyunjin, who took it in his arms.
“Thank you so much for helping y/n, you didn’t have any reason to do that…” He said, sounding a bit timid.
“It’s no problem, you looked like you were one second away from a heart attack so I needed to help.”
He laughed, his beautiful smile on display. Wait, his what? These thoughts need to stop.
“Anyways, I need to get this guy to his owners. See you when they announce the winner, get ready to lose.” He said, but you detected less seriousness and more playfulness in his last remark.
You rolled your eyes, but this time you were sporting a smile.
“And with a total of 235 dollars raised, the winner of the fundraising competition is… The hockey club!” Your principal announced during the assembly the next day.
You and your friends looked at each other, disappointment evident in your expressions. You had raised around 200 dollars, so you were still proud but a little sad you didn’t win. You watched as the hockey club went up the stage to receive their money and jackets, a little envy in your gaze. Just a little.
When the assembly came to an end, everyone left the auditorium and started heading to their respective classes. You were doing the same when a familiar voice made you turn around.
“It appears we were both wrong, huh?” Hyunjin said, approaching you.
“It looks like it. What did the hockey club even do? I didn’t see their stand.” You inquired.
“They set up a dunking booth outside, 5 dollars to try and make the math teacher fall to the water. It was very popular, I suppose.” He shrugged.
“Makes sense they’d win then, I would’ve totally paid for that.”
Hyunjin laughed at your statement. “Don’t you get straight A’s in that class?”
“Doesn’t mean I like the teacher.” You said in a “duh” tone.
“What is this? The perfect y/n rebelling against the teachers?” He said in mock amusement.
“Firstly, I’m far from perfect. Secondly, you have to do what you have to do to get the teachers to like you, even faking.” You whispered the last part of your sentence.
“Yeah, I get it.” He also leaned closer to whisper. “I don’t like many of the teachers too, but having them like you has its perks.”
You chuckled, silence coming down on you two right after. A few seconds later, Hyunjin spoke.
“You know, the rivalry we have going on is kind of weird”
“And why would that be?” You tilted your head in curiosity.
“We’re both top students and presidents of the best clubs here, we should, I don’t know, help each other? Work together? Imagine if we did class projects and assignments with each other, we would be unstoppable.” He finished with his classical grin.
You took in his words for a second, as this was the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth.
“Is this you proposing we stop glaring at each other in the hallways?” You said playfully.
He laughed. “Maybe.”
“Then I accept your proposal.”
In the next few weeks your relationship with Hyunjin did a complete 360 turn.
Before, if a class project or assignment was announced, you and Hyunjin would glare competitively at each other prior to turning to your respective friends to decide who you would work with in an attempt to overdo the other one. Now, you share a knowing look and work together.
Before, you would spare glances at each other in annoyance when you happened to be studying in the library at the same time. Now, you sat at the same table, helping each other with difficult topics and sharing knowledge. Now, you noticed the cute way he furrowed his eyebrows when he didn’t understand something, how his lips pursed in concentration when he read and his habit of running his hand through his hair absentmindedly.
Before, every time your school had club meetings you tried to outshine Hyunjin and his club, and vice versa. Now, you came to find that he was an amazing leader, cared deeply for his club members and friends and you really admired him for that. You were starting to see all the good aspects of Hyunjin that were hidden under your judgement thanks to your rivalry.
And it scared you, because maybe you were starting to fall for him.
It was literally the one thing you didn’t want to admit, but with the way you were spending so much time together, how could you not? Beyond the top student that got amazing grades was this sweet, attentive guy that you wouldn’t mind spending more time with.
The thing is, you didn’t know if he felt the same.
Until one day, when you were wrapping up your study session in the library, and he asked an unexpected question.
“Hey, do you maybe want to grab something to eat after school tomorrow?” He said with a nervous tone you had never heard from him, while scratching his neck.
“To study? Do we have a test I’m not aware of?” You almost reached out to read your phone’s calendar to see if you missed something.
“No, just to hang out or talk and stuff. You know what- forget it, it was stupid to ask.” He said while gathering his things.
“Wait, Hyunjin.” You said, stopping his actions. “It wasn’t a no. It was just unexpected, that’s all.”
“Yeah, it’s just that we’ve spent all this time together but it has always been under an academic context, and I’d like to hang out with you outside of school, maybe get to know each other more…” He said, not meeting your eyes.
The usually confident Hwang Hyunjin was nervous, all while inviting you to hang out. Could this mean something?
“Hey, why are you so anxious? Of course I’d like to hang out with you after school.” You said, trying to reassure him.
“Oh, good. You know, I didn’t know I’d actually have the confidence to ask you out.” He said, relaxing in his chair.
“Hey, who said it was a date?” You said teasingly, trying to play with him.
You watched him freeze in place. “Oh, I- I didn’t mean that, I just…” He turned to stare at the floor again, visibly embarrassed.
“If you want it to be a date, the let’s make it a date.” You said with confidence you didn’t know you had, considering your heart was beating 100 miles an hour.
He looked up and met your gaze, a breathtaking smile adorning his lips. “Let’s make it a date, then.”
⇢ prompt They say good things come in fours. Who? Couldn’t tell you, but they especially do during Christmas. Maybe that’s just Saint Nick.
⇢ pairing hyunjin x female reader
⇢ word count 11.7k
⇢ genre fluff
⇢ warnings swearing. mentions of alcohol & s e x. teenagerz being teenagerz. insane amount of fluff & stupidity. kind of ends w a smutty cliffhanger.
⇢ summary After suppressing how you felt about Hyunjin back in high school, you thought you were done going back on your feelings. Turns out, a little time apart, the spirit of Christmas, and an accidental nap is the perfect cocktail for falling in love with your best friend.—friends to lovers!au
⇢ a/n hello & merry christmas! here is a gift for you all on this very merry day. also, thank you for 1,000 followers! that in itself is one of the best presents i could ask for. thank you for all your kindness & support on my blog & for following me in the first place! it truly means so much to me. i hope you enjoy reading! ♥︎
big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now]
Sorry! I just woke up
big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now]
Whats wrong fool
big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇[now]
Did u rlly think 12 texts were gonna wake me up?🤦🏻♂️ godt damn u on some WACK shit
You roll your eyes in time with each consecutive text that Hyunjin sends, waiting for the lock screen of your phone to blacken after reading them. He’s about as useless as pedals on a wheelchair, you think, ignoring the texts and forcing the device into the snug back pocket of your jeans before transferring the last two excessively packed grocery bags into the trunk of your car with an exhausted huff. Christ, if the bagging lady put one more item in those bags, she would be the one to blame for six cans of soup rolling about the parking lot.
The license plate rattles when you slam the trunk lid closed before hurrying around to the driver’s side and anxiously hopping inside to start blasting the heat. It is obnoxiously chilly for the first of September. Well, not really. Your body is just beginning to get used to the ungodly wrath of summer’s sweltering heat leaving you in a constant state of sweat and nausea for the past three months. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You nearly did somersaults of joy when the morning news reported a temperature of sixty-one degrees with some wind gusts and welcomed the beginning signs of autumn with open arms.
You would never admit to Mom who told yo uon the way out to change out of a tank top or at least wear a jacket, but yes— you are, in fact, cold. But now you have godsent warmth blowing from the vents and the seat warmer on its highest setting beginning to thaw away the goosebumps painted on your skin. Giving your arms one last rub, you lean up enough to retrieve your phone and open the conversation with Hyunjin.
[2:37 PM] YN: please. smell my balls
[2:37 PM] YN: nothings wrong btw. i was GOING to ask if u wanted any specific snacks for tn buttttt someone didn’t answer
[2:37 PM] YN: and excuse u i called too. i may be an idiot but im not stupid
[2:38 PM] YN: ik u would never hear a text when ur having wet dreams of yeji
You stop there with a smug smirk when the three dots on his side appear, knowing you’ve hit his funny bone with this one.
[2:38 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Bruh
[2:38 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇 :I’ve literally never have had a wet dream ab Yeji pls stop
You cannot fight your shit-eating grin, thumbs circling over the keyboard in thought as he apparently deletes whatever other text he was going to send when the three dots disappear.
[2:38 PM] YN: mmhmmmm
[2:38 PM] YN: because last time you slept over you weren’t whimpering her name in ur sleep
[2:38 PM] YN: sureeeee
You decide to end your teasing there and continue once you’re home. It is starting to get late, after all, and Mom will begin to worry that the creepy employee always in aisle sixteen has abducted you. Plus, you’re cruel and like to watch Hyunjin suffer. Switching the ringer off, you throw your phone into the cupholder and drastically lower the heat and turn off the seat warmer. It’s starting to feel like a sauna in here, and not in a fun way. Can’t understand how anyone enjoys hanging out in a sauna to begin with anyway, but to each their own, you guess.
In the five-minute drive it takes until you are pulling into the driveway, Hyunjin calls three times. He is incredibly peeved at your lack of a response to his distressed texts and still wound up from your text about Yeji. As if! You’re already a clown not realizing his ever-growing affections for you, but to think he had a crush on Yeji? You’re the whole damn circus!
By the time he calls a fifth time, now sat up on his elbow in bed and strumming an annoyed beat of his fingers at his thigh because he really just wants to yell at you for being the most annoying person alive (and maybe to hear your voice, too), you have brought in the last of the bags and look to Mom who has started to put the groceries away and expects you to half-heartedly do the same.
“It’s Hyunjin. He’s having an existential crisis because I haven’t answered his texts,” you explain to her, unenthusiastically holding your phone as it vibrates against your palm. Half of you wants her to ask to finish putting everything away first just so you can torture him even longer. Alas, such extravagant wishes are denied, because when it comes to Hyunjin, your parents would undoubtedly throw you under the bus just to keep that boy happy. And so, just like any other time, Mom’s undying love for Hyunjin has her dismissing you from the kitchen with a hearty laugh.
“Jesus Christ! What?” You hiss, halfway up the stairs when you tap to answer his call on the last ring.
“Wow! Look who finally decided to answer!” Hyunjin shouts back, the swoosh of his sheets once he finally falls back against his pillow again rustling all too loudly through the phone. “I was driving,” you spit, marching into your bedroom and collapsing against your bed, the same rustle of your blankets sounding loudly into his ear. “There’s a thing called the speaker, ___. Ever heard of it?” He retorts, evidently shutting you up and he knows he won this round if your silence is anything to go by.
“Whatever,” you groan, using all your toe strength to kick the sneakers off your feet by their soles, “what was so important that you couldn’t wait and had to call me five billion times?”
“I had a question. And you hurt my feelings.” Well, shit. You can practically hear and see his pout through the phone and your heart positively swells in your chest at how undeniably, unjustifiably cute he is. You sigh.
“I’m sorry for making fun of you about Yeji. I’m going to do it again but next time I promise I won’t pull the wet dream card,” you apologize frankly; because, in all honesty, it would be worse to say you are not going to do it again when you most certainly will. Bullying Hyunjin is fun, what can you say?
Hyunjin heaves an exasperated breath from his lungs because he knows there is no point in arguing with quite possibly the most sarcastic human he knows and that’s the best form of an apology he’s going to get. Whatever. He’ll make sure to wipe his morning snot and droll on your shirt in the morning. “Anyway,” he grumbles, in the background you hear Kkami bark from a few rooms over, “I was going to ask if you wanted to come over my place instead? I know your parents probably want to see me and stuff but mine are out of town for the night so we can sleep in my bed until like three without Mom waking us up to force feed breakfast.” You roll your eyes. Of course your parents want to see him.
“Plus, Mom just put that grey comforter I know you really like on my bed so we can cuddle all night and watch stuff on YouTube,” he quickly adds as a convincing afterthought. He’s really got his sales pitch going on this one. Truth is, you have only slept in his bed with that stupidly soft blanket twice last winter break, but it’s still sweet that he remembers how much you loved it (aka how quickly you fell asleep and how grumpy you were being woken up because it’s just that darn cozy). Either way, you would never pass up an opportunity to snuggle up with Hyunjin in the comfort of his own bed with his citrusy, floral scent on the pillows luring you to sleep.
“My Mom is going to be heartbroken, Hyunjin,” you tease, “but who cares. You had me sold at sleeping until three. Do you still want me to bring the snacks I got?”
“Oh, thank God. I love your Mom’s cooking but I haven’t left bed all day and I really want to keep it that way. And yes, please. I’ve been eating dry cereal for the past two hours.”
“Hyunjin, have you brushed your teeth yet?”
“No. Didn’t you just hear me? I said I’ve been in bed all day. Eating cereal. When would I have brushed my teeth?”
“You’ve officially taken breakfast in bed to a whole new level, Jin. I’ll see you in a few hours. Oh, and please, you have no concept of personal space so make sure you brush your teeth before I come over.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Love ya, bye,” Hyunjin promptly hangs up, probably eager to get back to binging whatever drama he’s watching before you lecture him about his hygiene again. Not that it matters, anyway; chances are, it went in one ear and right out the other and you’re going to drag him out of bed later to brush his teeth.
Damn. You didn’t even get the chance to say love you back. Not that it matters.
It doesn’t, you quickly shut down the pesky thought that keeps you up at night and force it back into the storage part of your brain labeled ‘Deal with Later,’ because, really, you’ll have to think about that later. It’s not that you don’t want to think about it yet… you just don’t have the time to stop and really figure out what your feelings toward Hyunjin actually are. Yeah. That’s it.
And now isn’t the time, you tell yourself, scooting up the mattress in order to bury your face in the pillows to suffocate the pounding throb in your head. Hyunjin is nothing special.
Well, no. That’s a lie. Everything about Hyunjin is special. Anyone with eyes, ears, even a nose can sense that. You had quickly found out just how wonderful he is when you met him freshman year of high school. At the time, he was everyone’s sweetheart by the first day, but it just so happened his eyes were all on you.
He was obviously adorable, and every class you had together he always made a point to talk to you and returned your sarcasm with an impressive level of expertise. So, when it came to him asking you to the first homecoming, the answer was yes without a second thought. But during the last slow dance of the night, with his hands gently holding your waist, he at last listened to his conscience and revealed that as much as he liked you, he truly did not want to date in high school. Or right then, at least. And honestly, you were glad; Hyunjin was quite possibly your favorite person you had met thus far, and you would have rather kept him as a friend than commit to a relationship the second month of school and risk losing him later down the road.
And boy, keep him as a friend you did. As it turned out, Hyunjin grew to be your truest, best friend in high school. Sure, you each had your own friend groups, but the two of you were the iconic pair everybody knew. But strictly platonic, despite the rumors and wishes that went around for the next four years. You like to think that neither of you ever developed feelings past what everyone feels toward their best friend— an innocent, wholesome sort of love.
But when had things changed? Hormones, as always, were definitely a big part of it. Hyunjin was always a cutie, but it wasn’t until he grew into his own skin and developed a newfound confidence did you start to see him differently. Until everyone saw him differently. Neither of you missed the way people stared him down, pupils dilating every time he ran his fingers through the black tufts of his hair, hearts aching for some sort of interaction. Or when you started attending parties, groups of girls would fling themselves at him in a blundering disarray, most of which he would turn down with a gentle dismissal that flew over their heads, too drunk to actually care.
But then there were times his dick made the decision for him, desperation and deprivation weighing in on him and you’d watch with a tight jaw as he’d leave the room with the pretty girl of the night skipping after him. You never realized it was only on those nights did you wind up in the back seat of Han Jisung’s car.
But even after the physical attraction sizzled out over time, things were not the same. Hyunjin wasn’t your hidden little treasure anymore. All eyes were set on him and it took more than a glass of water to swallow your jealousy. But why? Why were you so resentful all of a sudden?
It’s hard to share Hwang Hyunjin, you decided. Once established that you were his main hoe and he was yours, it became a significant burden watching others try and get in between. Not that they did it with a malicious attempt to separate you, but it still hurt. You’re selfish, and you admit it— Hyunjin, quite frankly, is the love of your life. Romantic or not, nothing could change your feelings toward him. It goes beyond his unfathomable beauty and spunky personality. Everything about him from his nose to his hands, to his distaste for onions and the way his face scrunches up when he lets out that giggle of his and even to the way he prefers to sleep against the wall but will force you to when you’re over so he can “protect you in case there’s a monster” all mount into this big, giant section of your heart set aside for Hyunjin.
So despite your efforts to ignore the pang of jealousy each time he would find a potential someone or the joy whenever he’d find his way back because “they kept wanting to hang out in the morning even though I said I don’t wake up before noon,” this Hyunjin-shaped hole in your heart seems to only grow the longer you ignore it. Kind of like every medical condition out there: the longer you ignore it, the worse it gets. So, basically Hyunjin is your heart disease.
Yikes. Sounds a lot worse when you try putting it into words.
Well, he won’t be your heart defect for long if he keeps ruining those pearly whites of his by only brushing once just before bed, you chuckle to yourself, rolling to your side at the sudden lack of oxygen between your face and the pillow. There’s a fleeting moment without thought when you unconsciously reach for your phone to check for any notifications before the fattest revelation of them all falls from the ceiling and smacks you right upside the face.
Shit. Looks like you’ve gone right ahead and totally dissected each and every fiber of your feelings for Hyunjin.
Blinking up at the ceiling, the weight of your emotions isn’t as heavy as you expected them to be. Instead, it’s more of a breath of fresh air, as if you have finally accepted the way things fell instead of ignoring them. Your feelings for Hyunjin have always been there. It just took a little effort to get them out.
Nevertheless, it is going to be difficult hanging out with him in a few hours with your exposed emotions still needing to be processed. Especially when he will pull you to his side and keep you nestled there the entire night. Rubbing your temples, you realize it will take some serious self-control to put everything on the back burner and just enjoy the time spent with Hyunjin.
Sighing, you check the time on your phone again. 3:21 and a text from Hyunjin asking if you could bring green tea.
“Mom!” You yell, defeated. “You were right!”
You used to think Hyunjin lived far away. Truthfully, he’s only fifteen minutes away if you go ten over the speed limit. But the only way to get to his house entails driving through the chaos of the mall and town center, which adds an extra ten minutes sitting through traffic no matter the time of day.
Now, Hyunjin’s college campus is two hours away. Well, technically five from you, since you’re almost three hours away in the opposite direction. So you’re lucky if you get to see him once a month with how hectic school becomes and how difficult it is trying to plan to come home the same weekend. Fortunately, it has worked out this semester. And while you should spend this time with your families, they know how much you crave one another’s company as the weeks drag on. The twenty-two minutes it takes getting to each other’s homes is totally worth it.
You expect Hyunjin to tell you to use the key hidden underneath the resin meditating frog statue in the front garden to unlock the front door when you text him you have arrived, but to your utmost surprise, he’s there, awake, to open the door for you.
“Stinky!” You yell, dropping your things on the floor to burry yourself in his embrace, standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck in order to really get the full experience of hugging your favorite giant. “Poopy!” He shouts in return, long arms winding tightly around your waist and even going so far as to lift you up a few inches. God. Hate when he does that.
“Why are you up? I thought I’d have to let myself in with you sleeping all your problems away,” you ask, smiling gratefully when he bends down to pick up your bag. “I realized Kkami hadn’t been out all day, so I came down to let him out and find actual food,” Hyunjin explains as he makes way into the kitchen, opening the back door to let said dog back inside. “Aw, poor thing,” you pout, squatting to scratch at Kkami’s neck when he zooms faster than the speed of light to you, “does that mean you brushed your teeth?”
“I did, actually,” Hyunjin snorts right back, scrunching his nose at you before turning away to open the fridge. Sitting on the floor with Kkami in your lap, you take the opportunity to finally get a good look at Hyunjin now that he’s distracted. And of course, he looks good. Really good. Last time you saw him he still was a brunette, a look he rocked during the spring and summer months. This is the first time you’ve seen the freshly dyed black hair in person. Even though he always looks handsome, something about Hyunjin with black hair completely changes his aura. Brings back memories of how badly you wanted him in high school. You shiver at the thought.
And, to top it all off, how he manages to stay in such disgustingly good shape despite his atrocious eating habits never ceases to amaze you. Like, come on. The boy eats worse than a raccoon seven days out of the week, lives off boba, works out maybe five times a month, dances in his free time and still keeps his body in tiptop shape. God, you hate him. His pediatrician probably hates him, too. You even go as far as to sniff the fries in your dining hall and you gain five pounds.
Even now, he looks unnecessarily regal in the baggy material of his sweatpants and flannel. And the warmth of his kitchen’s ambient lighting does nothing to suppress the heavy thumping of your heart. So casual is his dress, yet how immaculate he looks rummaging the cabinets for a snack.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, the familiar softness of his voice shaking you from your daze as he closes the refrigerator door after his unsuccessful search. Here’s the thing: you really aren’t hungry, but Hyunjin clearly is, so if you say no then all he will be thinking about is food until you decide that you are hungry. “Yeah,” is what you say, nudging Kkami off your crossed legs to stand, “I brought green tea and a few snacks, but we could order Chinese food or something. The place near Dunkin’ and the gas station makes bubble tea now, too.”
Hyunjin’s brows shoot up, flashing his boxy smile. “Is it good?”
“I mean, I’ve only had their pork dumplings and mango tea before, and it was pretty good. I don’t know about their noodles or anything, though,” you shrug, moving to stand beside him at the kitchen island. Distracted by Kkami trying to jump onto the sofa in the living room, you don’t look to Hyunjin until the poor dog is successful in doing so. Startled to find him already gazing down at you, your heart truly is not prepared for him to go right ahead and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Totally not freaking out or trying to overthink his need to constantly cling, you justify his actions by quickly recalling the time he said, “My head is too godtdamn big for my godtdamn body.” More like his head is too heavy because instead of a brain it’s just a chunk of cement up there. He just needs to rest his head sometimes.
“Mm, I don’t know,” Hyunjin hums, swaying your body with his to an unheard tune. By now, any coherent thought has dissipated into thin air and all you can do is melt against him. “Why?” You manage.
“’Cus if we order anything that means I’ll have to get up and get it.”
“Oh my God, Hyunjin, really?” You laugh. Your hands naturally glide to where his are linked at your stomach, pressing to interlock your fingers overtop his. “If that’s the only reason for your uncertainty than I could always come get it, idiot.”
“No! It’s okay,” Hyunjin says, jumping back before you can even process it, “I’m not that hungry anyway.”
“Ohhh ‘kay,” you laugh breathlessly, whiplashed by the whole thing. Good thing you aren’t hungry, because when was the last time Hyunjin turned down food? Blinking at him precariously, he doesn’t seem to notice until one too many seconds of silence pass by.
“C’mon,” he demands excitedly, jumping back into reality, “my roommate told me to watch this anime called Soul Eater but I wanted to watch it with you.” Once again, before anything can even register past every single That Was Cute™ alarm ringing in your brain, Hyunjin is grabbing your bag and reaching for your hand, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs.
You and Hyunjin binge aforementioned anime until he falls asleep first around 2 AM, only stopping to order food an hour in (he’s an indecisive man indeed), to get up to retrieve it, and to actually eat while catching up. For most of the night, you are able to forget the way his heartbeat against your back mirrored your own in the kitchen. But then, a little while after you fall asleep yourself, Hyunjin unconsciously shifts closer and you spend another hour blinking at his relaxed hand twitching against your abdomen, trying to keep the hurricane inside your heart at bay.
You can’t make it home October. Hyunjin texted you to let you know he was going to be the third weekend in, and you tried desperately to manage your time in order to make it work. But one group project in chem lead to another paper in psych and before you knew it, your roommate was listening to you sob over a boy and curse out your classes.
September left you emotionally wrecked, to be totally honest. You hate Hyunjin and you hate the way he makes you feel and you especially hate how realizing you have a crush on him makes you unsure if everything he does is his way of hinting he feels the same or if he’s always been this touchy and you are just now recognizing it. So, missing a month of seeing your favorite human being essentially means missing another day of trying to decipher which actions of his go in the Friend list, and which go in the Questionable list. And that, my friend, is unacceptable.
You absolutely cannot not go home this month. November is the calm before the storm (the storm being exams looming the second week of December), and while it would be beneficial maybe staying on campus to continue preparing, you tell yourself going home will be just as helpful. Mental breaks, and stuff. Totally not just to see Hyunjin.
Either way, Hyunjin asks you if you would join him on the seventeenth to go to his second cousin’s christening and you absolutely cannot say no when you know how bored Hyunjin gets at family events when they aren’t for him. And so, fast forward to the third Sunday of November and you are ready to pass out ten minutes after entering the church.
“I’m so happy for you two! I always knew you would last into college,” one of Hyunjin’s aunts exclaims, pinching your cheeks but the only pinch you feel is that of your heart.
Clearly she is misinformed, or just prone to jumping to conclusions but yet again, you can’t really blame her with how couple-y you and Hyunjin are. Past the single tunnel vision of your gaze, you watch her smile falter when Hyunjin goes rigid beside you and oh my God this is the most embarrassing moment of my life, his whole family thinks we’re dating and here we are still stuck in each other’s friendz—
“I’m glad you think so, imo,” Hyunjin suddenly picks up, sneaking an arm around to rest his hand on your hip, tugging you close, “I don’t know what I’ll do if she ever decides to leave me.”
It’s nice to think that he means it, to imagine that you are here not as a tag-along but to join him in a family ceremony because you are part of the family. The thought turns your blood to sugar and everything surrounding you falls apart; you listen to the rest of their conversation without processing it, the precise detailing in the marble pillars blurs into a mass of white, and you still feel his strong hold on the curve of your waist yet you are lost in the swam of possibilities.
How lovely it would be to live up to her assumption. To ‘last into college’ as a couple, not as best friends. To be able to call him yours even when you’re not together, to come home and kiss his lips, to sleep in his bed and it mean more than the laziness of blowing up the air mattress. At some point, he leads you into the third pew to sit beside his parents, and when you greet them with a hug all you can think about is them viewing you as more than their son’s friend.
God, you hate it.
You’re not as religious as Hyunjin and his family. But for the first time in years, you find yourself looking to the crucifix during the service and praying to whoever is up there to give you some strength and patience, because Lord do you need it.
Hyunjin is a funny guy.
Or so he thinks.
It’s not that he isn’t funny. It’s just— compared to your friends Minho or Changbin, he isn’t at the top of the list. When you think of Hyunjin, the first words that pop up are soft, loud, and dramatic.
It’s not that he isn’t funny. He’s just weird.
Insanely, ridiculously weird. For example, the time he called Jeongin a vitamin. Or the time he slapped half a bottle of sunscreen on his face. Or his random bouts of dancing at inappropriate moments. Just to name a few.
After the Baptism, Hyunjin acted like nothing happened. Didn’t even bring it up. Not even a joke. After the ceremony, you joined his family for a luncheon, which just involved the two of you being weird and making peculiar dancing videos on SnapChat with the swirly filter and complaining about school for a few hours until he drove you home. Obviously you stopped for food again on the way.
But that was it. Things went on as normal, and you returned to campus later that night and forced the whole experience to the back of your brain. It was officially grind season, and grind season meant studying for exams. No parties. No boys. And certainly no Hyunjin.
You both were home for winter break in the blink of an eye. And in normal Hyunjin style, he sort of vanished for the first week. Probably catching up on his strict sleeping schedule, you presumed, and accepted the fact that it was going to be a few days before you saw or even heard from him. The only anticipation you felt was wanting to give him his Christmas gift.
After what seems like an eternity away from Hyunjin, you get out of the shower on this fine Saturday before Christmas to find a slew of texts from him.
[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Aloha mamacita
[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: How do u feel about getting froyo tn
[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: We can get fat and then u can sleepover aaaand
[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: We can stare at the wall for a few hours
[5:52 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: And
[5:53 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: *cough*
[5:53 PM] big tiddy jinny🍯🧸🌟🖇: Exchange Jesus gifts
See? Weird. Who wants froyo when it’s thirty degrees out?
[5:53 PM] YN: “aloha mamacita”
[5:53 PM] YN: uHmmmMMM
[5:53 PM] YN: im down mr president
[5:54 PM] YN: why do u want ice cream in winter tho. don’t u want like
[5:54 PM] YN: hot chocolate or seomthing
Obviously not. Two hours later, Hyunjin arrives to pick you up for froyo despite all your efforts in convincing him maybe you could take the train to the city and watch a light show, or simply drive around and swoon over the rich people houses and their Christmas decorations. He didn’t budge. This leads you to your second question of the day: why is it that when you threw on sweats for the occasion you called yourself a hag, but upon entering Hyunjin’s car you make a mental note of how hot he looks when he’s wearing the same exact thing? You groan at the thought. It’s because it’s Hyunjin, of course.
“Bonjour, mademoiselle,” he greets, flicking your forehead once you settle into the seat of his Subaru WRX because he’s a hotshot and likes to flex that he can drive a manual. Not really— the car is absolute garbage by now, having been his Dad’s old car (his Dad likes to flex too, apparently). However, Hyunjin takes care of it enough for it to seem five years old instead of ten, and, either way, watching him work the stick shift is unexplainably hot.
You swat his hand away. “Drive, bitch,” you huff, twisting to buckle yourself in. Once he’s reversed out of your driveway, you glance back to find him fighting against a devilish smirk.
“So,” you start once he has navigated out of your neighborhood. His brow twitches up. “Are you taking Hawaiian and French at school? You’ve been throwing quite a lot of languages at me recently.” Hyunjin shoots you an unamused look. You return it with a wrinkle of your nose.
“Anyway,” he ignores your teasing, pausing to switch gears for whatever reason so he can make it through a yellow light, “how did your exams go?”
“Well, you know…” You trail off, looking to your window. It feels a lot later than eight o’clock. With it getting dark so early in the evening nowadays, it feels as if nighttime is always following you.
“You know… what?” Hyunjin interrupts your daze, concern laced in his voice. “They were fine. I passed everything, I’m just worried about my major,” you explain sadly, barely glancing at him before you are turning back to the window to stare at the moon. Must be nice being a moon. Just get to hang out in the sky watching everyone and being watched.
“I mean, if you want to switch, now’s the time. Better do it now before the second semester,” Hyunjin advises, wise as always. Not really, but he’s right. “What are you thinking of going into?”
Yikes. He’s going to kill you.
“Nursing,” you blurt.
“Oh my Lanta, ___, are you serious?” He groans, stopping at a convenient red light presenting the perfect opportunity for him to smack his forehead on the wheel. Dramatic. “How are you gonna manage that? You’ll practically be two years behind everyone else!”
“I know,” you sigh, throwing your head back on the headrest, “that’s the problem. Bio just isn’t doing it for me. I don’t think I can spend the rest of my life in a lab watching mitosis. I need something more rewarding, so theoretically nursing is a perfect start. I don’t know, though.”
“Why don’t you switch to interior design or something? We could get our own HGTV show, ___,” he says, but you don’t meet his gaze when he glances over because beneath his words, you can sense some serious hopefulness. Interior design would be cool, but you’ve never considered that as a career choice. You once helped your parents pick out everything when they redid a bathroom at home and that turned out great, but as a major?
“I don’t know, man. I’ll have to talk to my counselor about it, I guess,” you shrug, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and tightening the drawstrings until the material covers your eyes, “why can’t you audition to be a K-pop star or something? I could be your manager. Heck, even your makeup artist. I’ve done your makeup before, remember?”
Hyunjin laughs, loud, and the sound sinks deep into your heart and makes you feel warm all over. Stress? Gone.
For the next few minutes or so, the ride is comfortably quiet. At some point, he turns on the radio and Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” floods your brain and reminds you to look forward to exchanging Christmas gifts later. God, you hope he likes it. You really went out on the sentimental gifts this year.
Hood shielding your vision, you jump when his large hand suddenly comes to grab the top of your head, squeezing hard and you imagine he’s trying to press some hopefulness into your brain. “Hand on the penis stick, Hwang,” you bark, blindly reaching for his own head across the way and pulling his ear when you do so. Good Lord, you hope no one can see into the car because… what.
Hyunjin lets out a giggle this time, reaching to pull you into a headlock and even though he’s got your head shoved up against his sturdy chest and goes on to give you a noogie, you’re stuck being all high and loopy on the sound of his happiness. And hey, it’s nice to know you’re the cause of it.
“We’re literally parked, idiot. If you had your hood down you would’ve realized,” Hyunjin snickers, releasing you after watching you struggle for a few seconds. Jerking away from him, you swiftly pull back your hood. “Oh,” you laugh, reading the flashy Yogo Factory sign above the building in front of you, “you could’ve just told me instead of watching me bask in misery.”
Hyunjin suitably ignores your moaning and groaning by getting out of the car and standing in front of the car, illuminated by the headlights. Why? Why must he look so scrumptious in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants and four-year-old white Nike sneakers? He has no gosh darn right!
After fixing the mess he made of your hair, you at last join him outside the car, shooting him another glare and moving ahead of him to open the shop’s door without waiting for him. “From now on, we have to start texting each other what we’re wearing before we go out, ‘cus this looks a little ri-donk-ulous,” Hyunjin whispers in your ear as you make your way to the cup selection, trying to ignore all the stares you— no, he is getting along the way.
“What do you mean?” You ask, plucking two medium sized cups up before turning to look at him. Then you look down at yourself. Oh. Looks like you’re both wearing the hoodie from junior spirit week. “Nice.” Just Couple Things™!
Back to Hyunjin being weird— why did he drag you all the way out here just to get a cup of chocolate frozen yogurt and maybe half a scoop of peanut butter chips?
Meanwhile, he watches in absolute disgust as you blow through your own dessert. Vanilla yogurt with probably every topping offered because you physically cannot make a decision, especially when they have chunks of cookie dough up there.
“So,” Hyunjin starts, trying not to look you in the eye considering you look like a goblin shoveling globs of diabetes down your throat, “have you talked to Jisung recently?”
You choke on a Fruity Pebble at his inquiry, prompting him to reach across the table and slap your back a few times until your esophagus is cleared. “Ugh,” clearing your throat one last time, you take a few sips of water while shooting him a glare. Jisung? Really? “How dense are you?” You hiss unintentionally.
Hyunjin raises his hands in defense. “Just a question.”
Yeah, just a question. Dumbass. “I mean,” you laugh awkwardly, “not really. We have a streak on Snap and sometimes we’ll talk occasionally but I don’t text him every day or anything. How about you?”
He shrugs, concentrating instead on stirring his yogurt into a goopy mess. “Eh. We still use our group chat a lot but that’s it. He’s too busy making music in Malaysia.”
You chuckle at this, picking out the boba from your own cup and leaving the rest now that it has started to look like something sold at the Chum Bucket. “That sucks,” you offer, not the best at giving him consolidation, you opt for linking your feet around his own in some weird act of intimacy, “isn’t he coming home for the holidays, though? I’m sure you can all have a reunion soon.”
“Yeah, he is,” Hyunjin hums, suddenly too focused on trying to escape your trap under the table. Annoyed Hyunjin is cute. “Stoooop,” he whines, kicking at your shins before breaking into boisterous laughter at your relentlessness, “I will not hesitate to throw this cup at your face.”
“Yeah, right,” you scoff, “I’d like to see you try.”
At this, Hyunjin drops his stupidly long arms beneath the table and easily captures your foot by the ankle, pulling hard enough for you to slip down your side of the booth. “Hyunjin!” You shriek, panicking slightly at your sweaty hand’s insecure grip against the leather. You’re going to fall. You’re going to fall flat on your ass underneath a table at a frozen yogurt place because the boy you like pulled your foot too hard. Fantastic. Ignoring you, he starts to wiggle your shoe off your foot no matter how hard you try to squirm out of his relentless grip. “Stop trying to eat my toes in the middle of Yogo!”
Finally, he releases your foot, letting it fall limp against his thigh.
“God,” you huff, breathless as you squirm back up your seat, cheeks burning ferociously, “you are such an ass.”
Behind the playful smirk he fails to hide, something darker glints in Hyunjin’s eyes and it makes your heart skip a beat. Then, “We should go.” The suggestion makes the heat of your blush scorch even hotter down your neck and you instinctively turn away, only to find the customers on the other side of the shop watching you with just as perturbed looks. Fantastic, part two.
“Okie,” you squeak out, blinking after him in complete and total bewilderment as to what just happened when he gets up to throw his trash away. Whatever. Following after him, you too toss your cup out before quickly finding your hand engulfed by his larger one as he leads you back outside, the sudden sharpness of the cold air bringing tears to your eyes. You desperately want to ask him what that was about, or why he’s acting so sneaky, but you stay silent, too afraid your voice will come out shaky and vulnerable. Instead, you let him tug you into his side and try to keep up with him no matter how badly your knees threaten to buckle with each glance you sneak up at him.
It’s silent when you enter the car, watching warily as he reverses out of the parking spot and maneuvers through the lot. Your heart rate seemingly cannot slow itself down, adrenaline taking the place of oxygen the longer you stare at him, at the concentrated scrunch to his face, at the cute tip of his button nose and at the swell of his lips and you distantly wonder what would happen if you pulled him into a kiss at the next red light.
In the midst of your daydream Hyunjin clears his throat, bringing you back to reality and you realize with a startle that he has caught you. Jesus Christ! What has gotten into you? You mentally smack yourself upside the head, instantly turning away from his cocky little gaze and staring straight ahead in search of something else to focus on. “___,” he sing-songs, slow and sensual and entirely demolishing the walls you have built around yourself. It is at this red light you wish to simply open the door and run.
“Yes?” You manage, wincing at how small your voice sounds and while looking out his window instead of into his eyes, you notice him grip the steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. The tension is insurmountable, weighing in heavily on your chest and you desperately wish to arrive home, even though that means having to survive the next twelve hours with him. Anything is better than the small confines of his car.
“What do you want to do when we get home?” He asks, cool as a cucumber. You pale. It is a dangerous question and you do not know if he realizes that. “Um,” you cough, scooting to sit up straight, “whatever you want.” You whisper the last part, genuinely petrified because you have absolutely no idea if your brain is twisting everything to make it seem like Hyunjin is flirting or if things are totally normal. No idea.
“Hm,” he offers, tilting his head in thought, “we shall see.”
Yeah. We shall.
The rest of the ride is quiet, comfortably or uncomfortably you cannot say because you are too busy trying to calm the Spongebob burning office scene occurring inside your own head, hopelessly telling yourself that everything is fine, Hyunjin’s fine, you’re fine. Just pretend like nothing happened, you tell yourself when Hyunjin pulls into his driveway with practiced ease. “Ugh,” he groans after retrieving your bag from the back seat, and you watch with a raised brow as he skips up to his porch, yelling, “I have to pee!”
“Begone with you, piss boy,” you tease, holding the screen door open for him as he struggles to unlock the storm door and pulling on one of his hoodie’s drawstrings just to annoy him. “Stop,” he growls, low and playful but nevertheless sending a swarm of butterflies to your tummy. You ignore him. Finally unlocking the door, Hyunjin shoves the keys into his pocket and seizes your wrist, yanking your arm down with enough force to nearly topple you into him. “Why are you being so annoying tonight?” He frowns at you, nose and brows scrunched in irritation and it is only because of his proximity do you finally soften up.
“Sorry,” you pout back, bringing your other hand up to boop his nose, “I just missed ya.”
“Ew,” he snorts, stepping past the threshold and kicking off his shoes. You follow suit, closing the door behind you and clicking the lock into place as Kkami comes sprinting over. “B-R-B,” Hyunjin announces, presumably bouncing away to the bathroom.
“Oh, boy,” you huff, squatting to pick up the fluffy little dog and hugging him close to your chest, “your dad is making my life very difficult.” Pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head, you put Kkami back down and grab your bag before heading upstairs, knowing Hyunjin is going to take his grand old time and probably take a shit while he’s at it. Plus, you’re impatient and dying to take your bra off.
Aside from what light his Gudetama nightlight offers, Hyunjin’s room is ultimately left dark. Here’s the thing: he used to have a lamp on his dresser, but then he took it with him to college and only brings it home for summer because he’s lazy and sleeps the majority of the time he’s home, anyway. Instead, he put up his little remote-controlled Christmas tree in addition to the lava lamp he has beside his bed. Perfect. For Hyunjin, at least.
Switching both of these on, their subtle glow offers just enough to keep you from banging your toe against something. It’s happened one too many times. Hyunjin’s room isn’t messy— he really isn’t a messy person to begin with, but he will reorganize the furniture in his room fifty times a year and you never know where the crooked leg to his bedside table will be to ambush your pinky toe.
Setting your bag onto his bed, you excitedly fumble past all your layers and unclasp your bra, maneuvering out of it with a delighted exhale just as Hyunjin begins his ascent up the stairs, steps creaking loudly under his heavy trudging. “I’m an idiot,” he grumbles, leaning against the doorframe to catch his breath.
You don’t bother to look at him, opting to quickly retort instead, “We been knew.”
“Ugh,” Hyunjin groans, exasperated, and you finally turn to him after successfully jamming aforementioned undergarment into your bag, “anyways. I don’t know why I didn’t just come up here, because I have to wash my face anyway and you do too and now we’re both going to have to share a sink.”
“Aw,” you coo, tone dripping with sarcasm as you pat his arm, “poor baby has to share the bathroom.”
“I’m actually going to strangle you,” he sighs, nevertheless following after you into the bathroom.
Hyunjin glares, unamused as he opens a drawer for his pink bow hairband and your striped pink and blue one that he bought for you, but keeps here for sleepovers. Yeah. He throws it to your face. “Sorry,” you offer, pulling the soft headband up to hold your hair back, “I’ll try to stop. I’m just so used to annoying you.”
“Clearly,” he scoffs, flashing his stupidly cute teasing smile and in your head, you imagine raising a white flag in surrender— he’s got you, he’s won, it’s over. Time to call it quits and head home. Evidently shut up (for now), you offer him a roll of your eyes before turning on the sink to wet your hands before pumping out some of his scrumptious watermelon face wash. Maybe if you scrub hard enough, you’ll manage to rinse away all the overwhelming thoughts of the night, too.
Barefaced Hyunjin is immaculate. Well, Hyunjin is immaculate twenty-four hours out of the day, but barefaced, freshly washed, hair messy, ready for bed Hyunjin is immaculate, and you are one of the few people lucky enough to see this eighth wonder of the world as often as you do.
Now, maybe it has something to do with the unexpected ambiance the light from his laptop, Christmas lights, and lava lamp have created together that makes him look so unfairly beautiful at this given moment. Or, you’re just insanely pussywhipped and looking for an excuse. You try not to think about it.
“Why are you so squirmy tonight?” He asks, frustrated enough to interrupt Kermit singing ‘Shawty I don’t mind’ playing from his laptop. “I’m not,” you defend, a weak argument indeed, given that you have just finished adjusting your position beside him for the umpteenth time.
“I mean, four female Ghostbusters? The feminists are taking over! I’m an ad—”
“___, you’ve touched my dick like four times. Don’t try and tell me you’re not squirmy. What’s wrong?” Hyunjin interrupts a second Vine, and even goes on to talk over ‘I have the power of God and anime on my side!’ like a lunatic. Oh Christ, you have? Surely you would have noticed. “Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed as you bury your face into the curve of his pectoral and instinctively move your leg settled between his away, “I’m just hot, to be honest.” Technically, it is not a lie. Hyunjin’s family definitely keeps their thermostat at a higher temperature than yours and you always manage to sweat your ass off every time you come over. This time, however, you are certain it has more to do with the assault your heart is facing rather than your sweat glands.
At the sound of his tap against the spacebar to pause the video, you wordlessly and reluctantly sit up from your comfortable spot beside him in order to rid yourself of your heavy sweatshirt. Now, here lies the problem. Sweatshirt: off. Nipples: out. Realistically, Hyunjin has seen your boobs a number of times over the past few years, and even if he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye. But right now, your heart is on the line, you’re embarrassed and you’re trying to play it extremely safe.
You toss the hoodie to the floor and nestle right back where you were anyway, slinging your right arm over his torso and ignoring his sharp intake of breath when you snuggle closer. “Better?” He asks, voice strained and it literally makes you nauseous. “Yep.”
He resumes the video. You had started early in the night watching Pom Poko, which unsurprisingly ended with the two of you crying at the bittersweet ending, then moved to TikTok compilations on YouTube to cheer up before moving on from them and onto the classic Vine compilations. You paid good attention for the most part, chuckling along with him to ‘What up, I’m Jared, I’m nineteen and I never fucking learned how to read,’ ‘Bruh chill, I don’t know why you in a big time rush,’ and all the other absolute comedic masterpieces. But after the fourth or fifth video of the same six second clips with an occasional rare one, you began to grow bored and decided to do what you do best: admire Hyunjin.
Sure, ‘Come get yo juice!’ followed by the loud smash of the oven made you smile, but you found the flashing lights casting shadows beneath Hyunjin’s eyes and lips much more fascinating. Of course, this is not the first time you have been held so close to him. But it is, however, all too easy to get lost in the sight of him and you’ve noticed recently that you are in desperate need of a map. Whether it’s due to your time away from him or simply an appreciation for untouched beauty you do not know.
Even now, your gaze flickers to his laptop once you hear ‘Get to Del Taco,’ but having already watched it five thousand times you tilt your head upward to catch Hyunjin’s silent giggle at ‘free-sha-voca-do.’ It’s a vicious cycle, really, going back and forth between wanting to simply enjoy the night and realizing enjoying the night lies totally in Hyunjin’s presence. And so, you continue to fall into this trap each time until you pay no mind to the videos at all, basking in the brilliance of Hyunjin’s joyous smile and the warmth his happiness makes you feel. It is this thought that slowly tugs you to sleep, a fight to keep your heavy eyelids open lost until finally, you give in to the comfort and allow yourself to drift off to the sound of ‘Step the fuck up, Kyle.’
You think you are dreaming.
“___,” the softness of Hyunjin’s voice at the crown of your head eases you from the clutches of sleep and you stretch your locked limbs before curling further into his side. “We didn’t open presents.” Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his pout, and you realize you must be awake to hear the disappointed words caught sluggishly between his lips so vividly. You hum, hesitant to open your eyes because you really want to go back to sleep. Just for a little while. And so, you ask, “What time is it?”
“Just past two,” he whispers.
You hum again, trying to formulate a sensible sentence in the parts of your brain still asleep, “We can… wake up at four. And open gifts. Okay?”
“Okay, weirdo,” Hyunjin chuckles to himself, sliding lower down the mattress after shutting his laptop.
You think you are dreaming.
You can’t remember ever falling asleep facing each other. But yet again, your brain is clouded beyond capability and now, you know for certain you are dreaming. Hyunjin never faces you.
Blinking slowly, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the impenetrable darkness and you struggle to make out the features of Hyunjin’s face. You know you are dreaming, and so you tug him closer, throwing a leg over his thigh and an arm over his waist. Even in your sleep, you feel the sadness pricking at your heart, for even it knows this is only what dreams are made of. You like to make the best of it.
“You know I love you, Jinnie, right?” Your voice comes out funny, drawn out and mumbled like your tongue is numb and you fight the urge to feel for yourself.
“Of course I do. I love you too.” His reply surprises you. You thought he was asleep and, either way, hearing such fond words from him puts your heart at ease. He must be misunderstood.
“No. I mean like… I like you, love you. Like I want to kiss you… kiss you good morning and before bed love you. Send you hearts and take stupid couple pics and… go on dumb dates love you. You know?” Your words feel garbled and incomprehensible the longer you go on, trying to express how you feel when nothing is real proving to be increasingly difficult. God, if only you could do it when things are real.
You start to feel yourself slipping as he mutters a reply, mind in free fall and fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s whispering and you can’t hear him but you are too tired and helpless to wake yourself up to hear it. No, too lost in the next dream to go back. You can’t tell what is real and what isn’t. Christ, were you awake? You can’t tell. All you know is that you are warm, so, so warm and letting sleep take over you once more is the best answer to all your questions.
Hyunjin always says he hates waking people up. Because he’s normally the one needing to be awoken, whenever the roles are swapped he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.
This time, however, he takes it upon himself to repeatedly smack your face with his pillow. Not a fun experience when it’s coming from someone who fails to recognize his own strength. “Jesus, fuck! Okay!” You hiss, the cloud of sleep abruptly ripped away from you with the slap of his pillow against your skin. Arms raised defensively in front of you, you catch his next swing and tear the pillow out of his grasp to shield yourself all before you have even opened your eyes. When you do so, with the blatant intention just to find where he is and hurl the pillow at him, you are met with the harsh light from his ceiling fan and have to squint past the stinging white light to see his shit-eating grin.
“Was that necessary?” You groan, undeniably annoyed and wanting to glare at him more but needing to rub the ache out of your eyes. “Yes,” is all he says, reaching for your bag and catapulting it to you. He is incredibly lucky you are quick enough to catch it before it thumps against your head. What has gotten into him? Did he eat an entire bag of Pixy Stix while you were asleep? You watch, still dazed from sleep and reeling from the whole pillow smacking attack, as he flings open his closet door and turns back around with two neatly wrapped boxes. You squint to make out the dancing Santa T-rex wrapping paper.
“Oh,” you chirp, understanding, and you unzip your bag to retrieve the large box taking up the majority of space, “thanks for waking me up. I’m surprised you remembered. Did you stay up?”
A rosy blush burns its way across his cheekbones. Odd. “I, um— yeah. No, actually,” he stutters, really odd, given he was bouncing off the walls not even thirty seconds ago, “I set an alarm. You made me sleepy.” Hyunjin sits beside you once you have scooted over, leaning against the wall and crossing his long ass legs. He keeps his eyes trained on the boxes in his hands. “Oh,” you hum, looking to your own gift and suddenly wishing for the mattress to swallow you up, “sorry. I haven’t gotten as much sleep as you on break so far.”
“I don’t think anyone ever has,” he jokes and you finally look to him, sharing a cheeky smile before he gets all shy again, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “um, Merry Christmas, ___.”
It’s a simple phrase, but it makes your heart swell. “Merry Christmas to you too, Hyunjin.” Leaning over, you wrap your arms around his shoulders in an awkward side hug, but still end up feeling all drunk and loopy on love when he eagerly returns the gesture, arms curling around you.
“Okay,” you huff, sitting back, “me first.” You dramatically hold your gift out to him, jittery and nervous all over. Buying for Hyunjin is always hard. He’s just so easy to please, but when you want to do more than just please him it’s a constant battle trying to decide how far out you are going to go for him each year.
You watch impatiently as he tears the wrapping paper open first, and then finally lifts the flaps of the box up. “Aw,” he whimpers, pulling out the quokka plushie and attached certificate, “you adopted a quokka for me?”
You grin when he hugs the soft stuffed animal to his chest, the weight on your shoulders partly lifted from his positive reaction. He reaches back into the box, brow scrunched in thought as he regards the framed picture. “The First Day…?” Hyunjin asks, perplexed as he reads the title above the constellation poster. You scoot closer, leaning over to look it over once more. “This was the constellation of stars on our first day of freshman year. The day we first met.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin sniffs, “that’s really awesome, ___. Thank you. This is coming with me to school.” At this, he hugs you again, probably to hide the tears you know are threatening to spill because Hyunjin is Baby and cries every year. “Anything for my favorite fake Aussie,” you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder as he reads through the quokka adoption letter.
“Okay! Your turn!” He exclaims, setting his gifts back into the box and passing you the smaller one of his. He catches your curious glance to the second one he keeps by his side. “We have to open this one together.”
“Christ, okay. Looks like I’m gonna be crying tonight, too,” you sigh sadly. “Ooh,” jumping ahead of yourself, you wiggle your eyebrows at the white box before you, “Hyunjin if you bought me a Fitbit… I swear to God. How many times have I said I am not working out with you?” However, once you finish tearing open the wrapping paper you find it is not, in fact, a Fitbit.
“It’s not a Fitbit, idiot,” Hyunjin scoffs a second too late, waiting for you to slip the lid off the box. “They’re bond touch bracelets.”
“Explain,” you murmur, enamored but confused at the two little house arrest looking bracelets.
“So basically, we each wear one,” Hyunjin starts, taking one of the bracelets out and a burst of color blooms across its small screen at the motion, “and if you touch it, mine vibrates and I ‘feel’ your touch.” As he explains, he buckles it around your wrist, twisting it so it lies correctly. You silently take the second one and help it on him, brain too caught up to actually say anything.
“Try it,” Hyunjin whispers, suppressing his excitement.
You gingerly bring a finger to the little screen, tapping it once, twice. Nothing happens. Frowning, you try again, tapping and holding, then a second time, and finally— a strip of pink light appears and the bracelet gently vibrates as you tap and hold a random pattern. In response, the bracelet on Hyunjin’s wrist lights up blue, buzzing in the same pattern.
“Oh, Hyunjin,” you sniffle, fighting back your own tears because you refuse to let yourself ugly cry in front of him, “this is amazing. Now I can annoy you year-round. Thank you so, so much. I love you so much.” He hums, pulling you close when you turn to give him a proper hug. To your utmost surprise, however, instead of letting go he curls one fist into your side and helps swing your legs over to straddle his lap. “Oh.”
“___,” Hyunjin sighs thoughtfully, fingers playing with the sleeves of your tee, “I love you, too.”
You nearly spit up your coffee. If you were drinking coffee. Instead, you’re left with a dry mouth and a slack jaw at his words. Huh?
Glancing to the constellation picture peeking out of his box, and then to the matching bracelets you both wear, you find your mind reeling trying to make sense of it all. Yeah, you say the forbidden L-word to each another all the time, but most certainly not with you on his on lap and his lips mere centimeters away. The answer is so obviously clear as day you have trouble believing it.
“Fuck,” you laugh all of a sudden, as soon as the realization hits you, “I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”
Hyunjin lets out a joyous giggle, hands linking behind your back. Unable to hide his smile any longer, he clarifies, “You were not, madam. We literally just finished talking about when we were going to open gifts and then I got ready to sleep. Two seconds later you dumped your heart out to me, but when I answered, you were asleep.”
“Bruh,” you wince, hiding your face with your hands, “I am so sorry you had to deal with that.”
“No, don’t be,” Hyunjin comforts, reaching to tug your hands away. Your gut does somersaults when he intertwines his fingers with yours. “I was actually, uh, planning on doing some sort of confession to you anyway, but then you went right ahead and did it for me. So thanks for that.”
“Wow,” you chuckle, trying to wrap your mind around it all, “does that mean you, ahem, perhaps like me too?”
“No, I just got us really couple-y long distance relationship bracelets, pulled you onto my lap, and kissed you because I just want to be friends.”
“You didn’t kiss m—”
The sly little fucker interrupts your retort by quickly dipping down to press a fat smooch to your lips, missing miserably and you don’t know if he did it on purpose but you quickly fix the problem, releasing his hands to cradle his jaw and tilt his head the right angle. Finally, finally you kiss him, breathing in the smell of him like some sort of aromatherapy and whimpering into his mouth when his tongue swipes against your own. It is like nothing you have ever experienced, the taste and feel of him making you tremble and igniting a burst of electricity through your veins. You could kiss him forever, you think, sucking on his plump bottom lip greedily until he finally pulls back, desperate for air or trying to reel himself in you can’t say.
“You have to open your other gift,” Hyunjin reminds, chest heaving, and your gaze follows his long fingers as they comb his hair away from his forehead. Automatically, as if kissing Hyunjin once grants you some kind of free pass to do the same, you brush a few stray strands away from his face before leaning back to admire him. “Stoooop. You can’t do that and not expect me to kiss you again. Open. Your. Gift.” Hyunjin whines, squishing your cheeks and turning your head away.
“Okay, don’t blame this on me,” you huff, reaching for the second box before jabbing a finger into his chest, “you, sir, need to stop being so beautiful for like, two seconds.”
He scoffs, helping you rip off the wrapping paper, “You’re the beautiful one here.”
“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose, most certainly not used to Hyunjin dishing out such compliments, “this is too Hallmark Christmas movie for me. Let me open my gift in peace, ugly.” This box, unlike the bracelets’, is simple cardboard and when you lift open the lid, a brown leather book looks back at you. “You remember Up?” He asks.
On the leather, it reads Our Adventure Book in mismatched colors. “Yeah,” you whisper, flipping open the cover to find two baby pictures glued on the paper, one of Hyunjin, and one of you. At the top, it’s labeled ‘Before Shit Went Down.’ You laugh.
On the next page, there are random photographs from middle school, and then finally each other’s eighth grade graduation portraits. Then, written at the top is ‘Here It Begins,’ followed by a selfie he randomly took with you a few weeks into school freshman year, and then some from homecoming. Silently flipping through the rest of the book, your tears flow freely now, touched beyond comparison at all the photographs and all the memories accompanying them. Some are from large events like prom, others from random moments you don’t even remember, but each and every one comes together to form a special mold fitting perfectly into that Hyunjin-shaped hole in your heart.
The last picture is from the christening last month. Of course, it isn’t one of the nicer photos his mom took of the two of you, but a SnapChat selfie with the flaming sunglasses filter. He’s mid-laugh and you’re pressing a kiss to his cheek. Funny thing is, you don’t even remember taking it.
The page next to it is blank, aside from what’s written at the top of the page. “Togetha Foreva,” you read aloud, voice choked up and God, you cannot fathom how gross you look right now. “What the fuck, man!” You sob, punching Hyunjin’s shoulder before wiping your nose and cheeks with the back of your hands. “I didn’t sign up for this cock and ball torture.”
Hyunjin laughs loudly at this, pulling you into a hug and giving you a few seconds to recover. “Hyunjin, this is like… seriously the best thing anyone has ever done for me, holy shit. God, you Pinterest son of a bitch, this is such a good idea,” you groan, flipping back through the pages and getting teary-eyed all over again, “I can’t express how much this means to me, Jinnie. Thank you, really.”
Flashing that toothy grin of his, Hyunjin tugs you to lie back down with him and tilts your head up to press a much more accurate kiss to your lips. “I meant what I said before, ___,” he murmurs, “I don’t know what to do without you, and I know we only get to see each other once a month but I can’t keep living as just friends. You’re so much more than that. And I hope all the pictures we add from now on will show this new chapter of our lives. If not, well, then I guess I’ll just burn the book.”
“Are you asking me to be Kkami’s official poop-picker-upper?”
“Yes. Wait— what? No!”
You break into a fit of laughter, only to be interrupted with him pinching your side and causing you to let out a yelp. “Hey!” You bark, jumping closer to him and away from his hand until, finally, you give in to your self-indulgence and go right on ahead in swinging a leg over his hips and pinning him beneath you.
“You ruined my serious love speech, ___,” Hyunjin pouts, face scrunched up at you.
“I’m sorry, baby, go on.”
You pause, blinking slowly at him. He blinks back, the silence in the air weighing in heavily as both of your two brain cells bounce around trying to figure out what did you just call him?
“Never mind,” Hyunjin says, voice a low rumble of thunder as he reaches for your hips and easily flips positions, “I think you’re on the same boat.”
You laugh, tilting your head back and eyeing him indignantly. Fuck, he looks unfairly delectable hovering above you.
“Okay, how many more times do I have to tell you I love you for you to formally ask me to be your girlfriend, stupid?” You scowl, bringing your hands to cradle his neck, thumbs brushing delicately against his jaw.
“Call me baby again and we’ll see about making that happen.”
You raise a brow, tugging his face closer by the chain of his necklace. “You’re lucky it’s Christmas, baby.”
Request: hi love!!! can i request #6 and #31 with stray kid's hyunjin? hit me with that angst but fluffy ending! thank you ♡
6. “please….just stay”
31. “have you been crying?”
You sat on the edge of your bed, your head resting in your hands as small sobs left your lips. Your breathing was ragged and your chest felt tight as the comments you had read continuously ran through your mind. You and Hyunjin had gone public with your relationship just days earlier and, to your expectation, your social media was filled with several hurtful comments that attacked your relationship and both you and Hyunjin as individuals. You thought you would be able to handle it but as you watched random strangers unravel every one of your insecurities, you felt yourself crumbling. To make matters worse, they were saying they wouldn’t support Hyunjin if he stayed with you. It was immature but you knew they’d follow through and you did not want to be the reason why he couldn’t continue with his dreams.
You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there before the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention.
“Shit,” You stood up, quickly making your way to your front door as you wiped the tears off your face. You gave yourself small pats on the cheek before opening the door, feigning a smile as you did so.
“Hey! How was your day?” You asked the boy in front of you, whose attention was on zipping up his bag.
“Tiring ,” He sighed before slipping it over his shoulders and looking up at you, “But we got a lot done and-“ His expression fell as he took in your features -face puffy and eyes red.
“Have you been crying?” His hands reached out instinctively to grab yours and his thumbs began to rub comforting figures against your skin.
You couldn’t make yourself look up at him and that only made him worry more.
“____,” He pulled you inside, closing the door behind him before wrapping his arms around you, his hands combing through your hair in the way that you liked. “What’s wrong?” Almost immediately, you were crying again.
“I’m not good enough for you,” you sobbed against his chest.
“What?” he pulled back a bit, taken by surprise at your words. “Why would you think that?”
“You’ve seen the comments online,” You pushed him away, taking a step backwards.
“Baby,” His voice was gentle as he moved closer to you, setting his bag down in the process. “You can’t take them seriously,”
“Then what am I supposed to do? Hyunjin I…I…I hate it,” you shook your head as he pulled you into his embrace again.
“I do too but it will die down,” He kissed the top of your head.
“They say they won’t support you if we…if we’re together,” your hands balled up the fabric of his t-shirt.
“It’s okay,” He rubbed circles over your back and you couldn’t fathom how he was so calm.
“No It’s not,” You looked up at him, “I don’t know if I can do this,” Hyunjin’s face changed in an instant, his lips parting in shock.
“What…What?” He furrowed his brows and didn’t even seem to try and hold on when you moved away from his embrace.
“Hyunjin if I’m affecting your career,” Your eyes fell to the floor, “I think we should break up,” There was silence between you and it felt like an eternity before Hyunjin spoke up.
“I don’t want to,” His voice was shaky, making you look up. His lips were quivering and you could see he was trying to hold back tears. “_____, I love you and I don’t care what they say or do because I’m going to keep loving you no matter what,”
“But I care,” Those three words were enough to make the tears fall down his cheeks, “Hyunjin I can’t do this to you”
“_____, please,” He shook his head, “This isn’t a reason for us to break up,” You felt your heart shattering at the situation before you, wishing things were different.
“Hyunjin I love you and….and because I love you, I can’t let you throw away your career like this. Those people are right, okay? I’m not good enough for you and I’m not worth-“
“Don’t” He cut you off sternly, his face showing hints of anger in addition to hurt.
“Hyunjin it’s tru-“
“Stop it,” Once again, he interrupted your words but this time, he walked closer to you, pushing you up against the wall, his hands resting next to your body and entrapping you. You didn’t have time to take in what he was doing until his lips crashed against yours. You kissed him back almost instantly, as if by natural reaction. One of his hands slid up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss, letting all his emotions pour out.
“please,” Hyunjin detached his lips from yours, letting his head rest against yours as he tried to find his breath, “just stay” Your eyes met his expecting ones.
“I can’t lose you…” You trembled at his words and threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. You stayed like that for a while as you let your thoughts fall in order.
“I’m sorry,” Your tone was shaky as you pulled him closer, “I don’t want to break up,” Hyunjin physically relaxed upon hearing your decision.
“Oh Thank God,” He gasped, moving back a bit so that he could cup your face. He eyes searched yours before he moved to place a kiss on your forehead. “Please don’t ever say you’re not worth it. You’re worth so much and more to me,”
“You’re the same for me,” You gripped onto his arms lightly. “I just….” You couldn’t find the words to say.
“We’re going to be okay..okay?” Hyunjin quietly whispered, earning a soft nod from you.
“I love you,” you sniffled and let a shaky exhale leave your lips.
◊ pairings: hwang hyunjin | reader, bang chan | reader
◊ genre: angst, college au
◊ word count: 2.1k
◊ warnings: implied cheating
◊ summary: you were in love and so was he. but not all relationships work out.
italics is a memory, written in letter format
Dear Hwang Hyunjin,
After some thinking, I decided that this toxic relationship needed closure.
Okay, actually, it was my boyfriend who decided that I needed closure. I thought it was the stupidest idea anyone’s ever come up with, but in the end, I caved.
I swear I’m not trying to trash you or become the clingy ex-girlfriend that nobody likes, or trying to talk shit about the things you’ve done.
I just wanted to get these words off my chest, to say them to you.
I’ll never forget how you came up to me on the first day of uni, how nervous you looked, how scared you seemed. You asked to sit next to me, and from then, a pretty great relationship (well, until it crashed and failed).
“Hi, is anyone sitting here?” A boy gave you a small smile. Glancing up, you smiled and shook your head, inviting him to sit down.
I’ll never forget how you looked past my weird attitude on our first date.
“God, I’m so sorry.” Grabbing a napkin, you began to furiously wipe at the brown coffee stain on his shirt.
Laughing, Hyunjin pushed your hand away from his shirt, held it in his own, and wiped the stain himself. “It’s okay.”
I’ll never forget our first kiss.
Tilting your neck, you peered up into Hyunjin’s eyes. “Thank you for taking me out.” Stepping closer to you, he smiled, showing off his infamous grin.
“I’d be happy to go out with you again.” Slinging his arms around your waist, he swooped down to place a peck on your lips. “See you tomorrow.”
He kissed you again and left you standing in front of your door with a starry eyed look.
I’ll never forget how we weren’t just dating, but we were more. I called you my boyfriend and you called me your girlfriend, and no one questioned it.
“Who’s that?” Jisung pointed his chin in your direction after too many (not so) discrete stares at each other.
Giving him a dazed look, Hyunjin turned his eyes back to you and smiled. “That’s my girlfriend.”
I’ll never forget the first time you said ‘I love you.’
Twirling around the living room with a mop, you laughed as Hyunjin slid around on a towel.
“What exactly is it that you’re doing?”
“I’m helping you clean.”
Suppressing your smile, you listened to the light music playing in the background. “Really? That’s real nice of you.”
“It’s my job as your boyfriend. Along with loving you of course.”
“I love you.”
I’ll never forget any time you said ‘I love you.’
You and Hyunjin lay on the sofa, you trapped between his body and the back cushion.
“You’re really cute.” Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you buried your face into his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I’ll never forget how every moment I spent with you, you somehow managed to make my day brighter. .
Trudging down the halls of your apartment building, you lugged the textbooks and countless of assignments your professors has thrown at you.
“Boo!” Hands suddenly found their in front of your eyes. Grinning at the warmth, you found yourself sinking into his embrace, dropping the bags you held.
I’ll also never forget our first real fight after you kissed that Soojin at the Christmas party.
“Don’t misunderstand it, it was nothing.”
“I saw you kiss her! Don’t lie to me!”
“I’m not lying to you! Goddamnit, listen to me for once in your life!” Your glare pierced his soul, and realizing the words that escaped his lips, he stopped, tucking his shoulders into his body as if he could fold himself into a small ball.
“I’ll see you at home.”
How we spent the night in bed, both faced away from each other.
“Still not gonna talk to me?” Hyunjin stared at your back, desperation laced in his voice, silently begging you to turn away from the wall.
“Hm.” You still didn’t budge. He sighed, sitting on the bed and brushing your hair away from your bare shoulder to plant a kiss there.
“I love you. Don’t forget that.”
And I’ll never forget how you started drifting away from me when you suddenly changed your major halfway through our second year.
“I switched to fine arts. With Soojin, you know her.”
“Oh, you dropped business?”
“I just said that. Anyway, we already have a project due soon.”
“Me and Soojin. See you later. I love you.”
I’ll never forget how seeing each other every day turned into seeing each other once a week.
“Hyunjin, are you coming home tonight?”
“No, sorry. Me and Soojin have a really important thing to do tonight.
“I’m sorry, babe, but it’s celebrating getting a 93 percent on our final. I’ll see you,” The line went dead.
“But… it’s our anniversary.”
How talking all the time turned into talking only when needed.
“Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner tonight?” He didn’t notice the desperation in your tone.
“Ah, I’m busy. I can’t,” Hyunjin smiled, albeit slightly forced. On his way out the door he picked up his phone, saying the name you were starting to despise. “Soojin? Yeah, I’m almost there.”
When texting every hour turned into texts being unanswered.
Hey, you didn’t answer my texts. Are we still up for our date tonight?”
I’m busy. Sorry.
When cuddling every night turned into your side of the bed being cold and empty almost every single damn night.
You pulled the covers closer to your body, tears staining your face as you stared at the door, waiting for it to open, and for him to come home.
He never did.
How waking up to your face turned into a loud, blaring alarm.
You opened your eyes to the loud screeching of the alarm, the lingering scent of Hyunjin’s cologne left on his pillow, indicating that he was there sometime throughout the night.
But he still didn’t wake up with you.
When eating dinner together every evening turned into uneaten food, wrapped and placed in the fridge.
Cooking for him never brought a smile to your face like it used to. Your food was turning bland, getting simpler with smaller portions. Your face was always kept straight as you stuffed a few spoonfuls of food into your mouth, the taste you longed for no longer there. His plate would be wrapped away and stored away into the fridge.
Yours was dumped into the trash.
How over-exaggerated paragraphs turned into one or two word sentences.
“Will I see you tonight?”
“No,” and he just left.
How “I love you” was directed to her, and not me.
You sat on the couch, motionless as you watched Hyunjin open the door back to the apartment. His smile was wide and his face was practically glowing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Soojin. Love you, take care,” he walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
Never glancing at you.
How you strung me along for a few months, making me believe you still loved me while everyone around me knew that it was her you were dating.
“Who’s that?” Jisung asked after Soojin just left, but not before hugging Hyunjin and pecking him on the cheek.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
I’ll never forget how stupid I felt when I saw your texts to her, completely disregarding me and everything we’ve been through. For her.
Are u with (Y/N)? Wanna come over?
I can cancel I’ll be over soon.
I’ll never forget the pain you put me through, Hwang Hyunjin. People told not to fall for your charms, because underneath that is so much more. Thinking back, I was the most stubborn person alive, and I stupidly decided to ignore them, because I believed that you would change for me.
I was wrong, and I almost lost myself in our relationship.
Surprisingly, the person that I least expected took me to his hometown. He showed me his roots, where he grew up, how he grew up, the little cafe his parents own, his childhood bedroom. He wasn’t afraid to love me for who I am, to show me off. He helped me find myself when I was incapable of doing it alone. He showed me that I am worth it.
More importantly, he showed me that you’re everything I can live my life without.
Now, you might be wondering what the point of this letter is, but the truth is: you lost something great.
Do whatever you like with the people you want, but trust me. Eventually? You’re going to realize you want it all back.
You’ll want to see me everyday, like he does.
“Hey, come here.” his voice was low and slurred, full or grogginess seeing as how he just woke up. Moving into the living room from the kitchen, you sat yourself on the arm of the couch, raking your hands through his, currently, platinum blonde hair. Curling himself back up, he pressed his face against your thigh, dozing off to the feeling of your fingers running through his scalp.
You’ll want to talk to me every hour of the day, like he does.
“(Y/N)?” you were walking through the campus gripping tightly onto his hand, looking for places you haven’t been before, which was probably over half the campus.
“Did you know that the sun is 93 million miles away from us?”
You’ll want my texts, the one he gets.
Receiver: My Love
Make sure to eat!!!!
Sender: My Love
You too! I’ll be home at 6
You’ll want my cuddles, the ones you missed out on.
Feeling your body being pulled back to someone’s chest, you rose an eyebrow to him, despite him not being able to see you. Turning yourself around, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling him nuzzle his nose into your hair. He exhaled, loving the feeling of you wrapped up in his arms.
You could stay like this forever.
You’ll want to wake up to my face, the view he gets every morning.
You woke up to someone stroking your face and hair being moved away from your neck. Opening your eyes, you stared up lovingly at him, cuddling more into his touch.
You’ll want how I made dinner for you everyday, like I do for him.
“Is that clay pot chicken rice?” his deep voice rumbled throughout the room, barey rising over the sizzling of food on the stove. Turning around, you beamed at him, smile making his whole day.
“Yeah! Your favorite, then we can go watch a movie or go to your studio or something.”
Smiling, he walked over to you and slung his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “I’d like that very much.”
You’ll want my long, over-exaggerated paragraphs, like he gets.
Receiver: My Love
Remember to eat okay? I might show up late tonight, so make sure you get some rest and keep yourself hydrated, AND DON’T HOLE YOURSELF UP IN THE STUDIO. I’ll have someone watching you, okay? Since I probably won’t see my beautiful, sexy, handsome, boyfriend til late tonight or tomorrow, I hope you can feel my love through this! Love you!!!!!
Sender: My Love
Okay! Don’t overwork yourself and don’t spend the whole night working on your essay. Love you see you tonight
You’ll want my hugs, like he gets.
Deeply inhaling his scent, you shuddered when a hand came around you to rest on your back. Attempting to pull yourself back, you found yourself being brought closer to his chest, a deep whine rumbling from his chest.
“Just a few minutes.”
You’ll want my kisses, like he gets.
Pulling him against you, you grinned when he placed his lips against yours. Trailing away from your mouth, his lips placed gentle kisses along your cheeks to your jawline.
“I don’t care.” Only to continue pressing kisses to your skin.
You’ll want me to say “I love you,” like how he hears it.
“I love you.”
Hell, you’ll want my love, how he has it.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, honestly.” your voice was slightly muffled, due to the fact that your scarf was pulled up to your mouth.
“I don’t know what you’d do without me either.”
“But I’m happy you’re here. I love you.”
“I love you too, Chan.”
You’ll want me.
But when the time comes, you will always be too late.
▸ description: you had a soft spot for dogs, but you never loved them more than when one of them brought Hwang Hyunjin to your door.
▸ word count: 2.8k
▸ warnings: swearing once
▸ a/n: shoutout to @frxckledfelix for the title uwu
You were tired. You had a long day at college and then at work, and the only thing you wanted to do was to get home and relax a bit, maybe catch up on your favorite Netflix show or take a bath. You were walking through the corridor towards your door when you saw it.
There, walking happily towards you was a small, adorable puppy, wagging his little tail. Your immediate reaction was to crouch down and pet the dog’s soft fur.
“Are you here alone, buddy?” you said in the typical baby voice you use to talk to dogs. You checked if the puppy had a collar around his neck, but he was just sporting a bandana and no identification plaque.
You were about to deliver some last few pets and walk away, when you just stopped. It was very unusual to see stray dogs inside of the apartment complex you lived in, so the puppy had to belong to someone living there.
You felt a bit lost as you pondered your options. If you went to your apartment and left the dog alone here you would feel very bad. What if he wandered far and couldn’t find food or water? What if something happened to him? You weren’t heartless. Besides, a company of a puppy wouldn’t kill you, in reality, you adored dogs.
“Let’s take you home buddy, see if your owner comes around looking for you.” You said, not caring about the fact that you probably looked a bit weird right now, talking fondly to a puppy when no one was around.
You scooped the dog into your arms and walked towards your apartment. With a little difficulty you searched around your pockets for your keys using one hand, careful not to drop your new companion. You managed to successfully make your way into your apartment and put down the puppy, closing the door behind you. You watched as it immediately started to roam around your small living space, exploring every corner.
You sighed. This is not how you planned your evening would go, but you weren’t going to complain when you knew you had a soft spot for dogs. You were going to keep him for a few hours and if the owner didn’t come looking for him, you would talk to the building administrator. Yes. That sounded like a good plan.
About an hour after you let in your new friend into your apartment, the doorbell rang.
You weren’t expecting any company, so using your deduction skills you came to the conclusion that it was dog owner guy. Or girl. You would find out in a second.
You stood up to open the door, the puppy perking up to stare at you. The little guy (yes, you had checked) had fallen asleep on your carpet a while ago, exhausted after having played around the apartment for a while. No, you didn’t take a picture. Of course not.
When you opened the door you came face to face to a guy around your age. A very attractive one, you may add. Said guy looked slightly out of breath, but he straightened up before smiling at you.
“Uhm,” started saying mysterious man. “Hi, I was looking for my dog? Slightly small, black and white fur, very cute?”
So this was indeed dog owner guy. If the puppy was wandering around this close to your apartment you figured his owner lived close to you too, but you had never seen this guy around. If you had, you would’ve definitely remembered his face. He had dark brown eyes with a mole under one of them, a cute nose and disheveled light brown hair he probably achieved by running his hands through it too many times.
Before you could say anything, you heard the sound of paws tapping on the floor behind you, and stepped aside so the guy could see into your apartment.
“If this is your dog, then you’ve come looking for him at the right place,” you said.
The boy’s eyes lit up when they landed on the puppy, and he broke into a smile as he kneeled down to greet him.
“Kkami!” he exclaimed happily. “I’m never leaving you alone for more than five minutes, oh my God.”
You watched as the stranger picked up Kkami (as that was his name, apparently) and turned to stare at you.
“Thank you so much for finding him and taking him into your apartment! I was rehearsing my dance routine and my friend probably left the door open. I’m so glad he didn’t go far, I wouldn’t know what to do if he went missing, honestly.” The boy looked fondly at his dog, and your heart may have melted a little.
“It was no problem, really. I wouldn’t have left him out there alone, especially with how cute he is!” you said with a smile on your face.
The boy giggled, and you noted what a nice smile he had. “By the way, my name is Hyunjin, I live a few doors from here.”
“I’m y/n, and how come I haven’t seen you before? I’ve been living here for a while,” you inquired.
“I moved into my apartment about a week ago, I guess our schedules haven’t lined up.” He smiled sheepishly. “Well, I actually have to go feed Kkami, and catch up on some homework. Thank you so much again for taking him in, maybe I’ll see you around!”
“Yeah, hopefully it won’t be because Kkami escaped again.” You joked, smiling a bit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen. Bye, y/n!”
Turns out that was the exact same reason why you saw Hyunjin again.
Not even a week after the dog incident, you were walking up the stairs towards your floor when you spotted Kkami happily strutting down the hallway.
“Kkami?” You called.
The dog spotted you and started wagging his tail, walking towards you. You petted him and wondered how he escaped again, if Hyunjin was so sure he wasn’t going to let it happen. You just laughed to yourself and picked Kkami up, taking him into your apartment for the second time.
You didn’t know Hyunjin’s apartment or his phone number, so you couldn’t just tell him his dog escaped. You’d have to wait and see if he came around again looking for him.
Around half an hour later, you were playing around with Kkami when your doorbell rang.
“Let’s hope that’s your owner.” you told Kkami, who just responded with a head tilt.
You stood up to open the door, and were greeted with Hyunjin, a worried look adorning his face.
“Did you perhaps take Kkami in again? I can’t find him.” He said with an urgent tone.
“Luckily for you,” you started saying, “I have.” You stepped aside to reveal the small puppy.
Hyunjin smiled widely when he saw his dog, and scooped him up into his arms.
“I’m so sorry baby, I promise it won’t happen again.” He said in a baby voice.
“Are you sure about that?” You said in a teasing tone.
Hyunjin looked up at you. “I swear it isn’t my fault. My friend apparently doesn’t know how to close my door properly, because it’s kind of broken and if you don’t hear it close completely it can open with the wind. It’s weird.”
“Maybe you should teach your friend how to close the door, because if I see this guy,” you pointed to the puppy in his arms, “wandering the halls alone again I’m going to laugh at you for breaking your promise.” You said playfully.
Hyunjin smiled. “I’ll teach him, don’t worry.”
Apparently, either Hyunjin didn’t teach his friend or his friend didn’t learn properly, because there was Kkami, laying down in front of your door.
You sighed as the puppy perked up when he heard you, running towards you wagging his tail. “I’m not even surprised you’re out here now.” You said before opening the door to your apartment, Kkami entering as it was his.
“Let’s see how long does your owner take to come looking for you.”
Fifteen minutes later, your doorbell rang.
Hey, new record, you thought. You opened the door to reveal Hyunjin, and didn’t say anything as you stepped aside to let Kkami greet his owner.
“Um… Hi?” Hyunjin said with an embarrassed smile.
“Nice job teaching your friend.” You teased him.
“Okay, I swear I did. I’m getting that door fixed; I can’t have Kkami running around the halls, even if you’re there to rescue him.”
“That sounds like a nice idea.” You laughed.
A somewhat awkward silence took over the both of you, no one really knowing what to say next. That was, until Kkami started wiggling in Hyunjin’s arms, so he put him down and the puppy immediately ran inside your apartment again, swiftly jumping on your sofa.
“Uhm, looks like he really likes your apartment,” Hyunjin said, smiling apologetically.
You stared at Kkami, and then turned to look at the boy. “Do you maybe want to come inside? All of our conversations have been on my doorstep, I think it’s time we change it up a little.”
Hyunjin chuckled a bit thanks to your words, but a second later he was nodding his head. “Why not? As long as Kkami doesn’t abandon me for you, I’m fine.”
You moved aside so the boy could come in, closing the door after him. He went to sit next to his dog, who lost no time in climbing over his owner’s legs and settling there.
“Looks like there’s nothing you need to worry about,” you said after laughing. “Do you want anything? Some juice? Soda?”
“Juice is fine, thank you.”
You nodded and headed to the kitchen, pouring a glass of juice for your guest and some water for you. As you headed back to the living room, you were met with the sight of Hyunjin holding Kkami’s face between his hands and making kissy faces at him, softly telling him he “was the cutest dog in the world” and “you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
It was pretty adorable, if you said so.
As soon as he felt your presence leaned back to his original position as casually as he could, accepting the glass from your hands while a subtle blush arose on his cheeks.
“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip.
You nodded in response and sat down on your other sofa, the puppy perking up a little to look at you. No one was saying anything again, the both of you just looking at Kkami as if he was the one responsible of breaking the silence.
It was Hyunjin who spoke first, after a few seconds. “Oh, I taught Kkami how to do this cool trick the other day, let me show you,” he said excitedly.
Well, that was an unexpected way of starting the conversation, but you’ll take it.
That evening, besides playing with Kkami , you and Hyunjin got to know each other. Questions and answers went and came, and you could definitely say you found the boy quite interesting. You learned that besides college he taught dance at a local studio, loved animals, had three loud best friends and homemade food was his favorite.
It was becoming quite late when Kkami stopped indulging in your attempts to play with him, so Hyunjin decided it was best that they went home so the puppy could rest.
He scooped Kkami into his arms and headed to the door, you opening it for him.
“I think I can speak for the both of us,” Hyunjin started saying, gesturing towards his dog, “when I say thank you for inviting us over, I had lots of fun.” He softly smiled.
“I had fun too, this boy here is pretty cute,” you said, petting Kkami in the head. “And it was really nice to get to know you.”
“Same here.” He locked eyes with you. “Maybe we should exchange numbers. Just in case he escapes again, you know.”
You laughed at this, but then you took out your phone and quickly added his number to your contacts (adding a puppy emoji next to his name, of course).
“See you around?” Hyunjin asks.
“See you,” you say before he heads towards his apartment, and you close the door.
In the weeks that followed, you and Hyunjin became really good friends. Hanging out together became pretty common (almost always with Kkami, of course. You invited him over pretty often, thanks to conversations like this:
hyunjin (16:47): hey
hyunjin (16:47): kkami misses you :(
you (16:48): …
you (16:48): come over fool
It reached a point where you even had dog treats and toys at your apartment, Kkami entertaining himself with those while you and Hyunjin talked.
You weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t a bit charmed by the boy, his personality just making you feel that you knew him for way longer than you actually did. His way of talking, his passion and silliness just made you look forward to the next time you would see him, your heart maybe speeding up a bit every time you open the door.
This time your encounter wasn’t planned, though.
You were going up the stairs towards your apartment, keys in hand. That’s when you saw a familiar puppy strutting towards you, the very same way as the first time you met.
Kkami came up to you and you reached down to pet him. “What are you doing alone? Did Hyunjin leave the door open again? I thought we were past that,” you said to no one in particular.
That was when you noticed something strange attached to his collar.
It was a… note?
You muttered a small “huh” but quickly removed the paper from the collar, unfolding it so you could read what was inside.
don’t worry, Kkami didn’t escape again. this is just so I could ask you something without embarrassing myself, and possibly soften your heart a bit with a cute puppy. genius, right?
so, what I wanted to ask is something simple, really.
would you want to go on a date with me?
if your answer is yes, then please head over to my apartment so we can talk. If it’s no, then just take Kkami into your apartment and I’ll come over later and we can pretend nothing happened here :D
That was surely not what you were expecting.
You looked up in the direction of Hyunjin’s apartment (as you lived pretty close together), and saw how a head that was peeking out quickly disappeared inside an apartment and a door clicked shut.
You laughed to yourself because of his antics, and looked down at the note again.
You heart was beating fast, not wanting to believe that Hyunjin actually wanted to go on a date with you and this wasn’t some kind of prank.
Despite all that, the answer was clear in your mind.
You picked up Kkami and swiftly walked over to that apartment, ringing the doorbell with your other hand.
You heard rustling inside, then a few seconds of silence, and then the door finally opened.
“Y/n!” A smiling Hyunjin greeted you. “What brings you here?” he asked.
Very casual, Hyunjin.
You playfully rolled your eyes. “Maybe the fact that you decided to use your dog as a delivery boy.”
Hyunjin laughed, and you detected a hint of nervousness as he brought a hand to scratch his neck. “Yeah…”
You stayed in silence for a few seconds, and you knew he was waiting for your response, even though it was clear already given the instructions on the note.
“I’m here, so I’m pretty sure you know what my answer is.”
“I mean, you could also be here to tell me to fuck off in person, who knows.”
You playfully hit him in the arm with the hand that wasn’t holding Kkami (who was getting impatient, by the way.)
“I could never,” you said. “But if you want to hear me say it, then my answer is that I would love to go on a date with you.”
The boy instantly broke into a smile that brightened his whole face, and you quickly decided it was your favorite smile on him.
“Oh, that’s good. That’s really good, wow.”
Your heart softened a bit at his reaction.
“Uh, can I come inside so I can put Kkami down and we can discuss details?”
“Oh, yes, of course.” He quickly moved to the side to let you walk inside, and closed the door.
Once you left Kkami on the floor and turned towards Hyunjin, you could see he was happy. And you were happy too, not wanting to wait until you could discover more things about this wonderful boy.
You silently shot Kkami a thank you for running out of his apartment that one day.
summary: soulmate! au. in a world of various soulmate bonds--you’d landed yourself with a reciprocal pain bond--the only problem was your soulmate had a tendency to get into fights.
word count: 6.4k
genre: fluff, slow-burn
In a world of soulmates and soulbonds, you were certain you’d found the worst possible.
The reciprocal mark. You shared happiness. You shared sadness. You shared pain.
While your soulmate was a fairly cheerful and positive person...boy, did your soulmate feel a hell of a lot of pain. But not the emotional type of trauma—no, the physical type.
You’d never met him, but you’d come to be familiar with his penchant for fighting—as evident by your constantly purple and blue skin.
When you were 13 you had declared that the first thing you‘d do when you met him was slap him... only, with time you’d realized the flaw in your plan: you’d feel it, too.
Though maybe that’d work in your favor...you could make certain that the blow stung.
It was a catch-22 but whoever your soulmate was, they would be certainly catching your hands whenever you got to say your peace.
And really, you wouldn’t mind it so much... if it weren’t for the weird hours. You could never sleep—ever. You’d finally get comfortable... only to feel a sharp pain in your stomach and your nose. It was brutal. The only relief was the happiness that followed the constant punches. You were nearly positive that your soulmate was a glutton for pain—he was always so much more cheerful...you chalked it off to the serotonin release.
You also figured he hadn’t the faintest idea of your link...it was common for soulmates to receive different links. While you were cursed with a reciprocal link, it was entirely possible he carried a tattoo timer; a shared dreaming state; color-blindness that’d only go away with a meeting—the list was endless. It was more common not to share the same link than to share it.
And you wished desperately that your soulmate would realize the repercussions of his self-destructive pastimes—how he would realize that, you didn’t know...osmosis?
Sighing, you rolled over on your stomach. You grimaced when the trickle of blood from your nose stained your pillow, “That’s the second time this week.”
You stumbled into your chemistry lab the next day; your eyes were red, your lip was busted... those were only the visible signs.
“Woah, you alright there, gimpy?” your lab partner greeted, grabbing your bag from you.
“Oh, shove off Jinnie,” you groaned, smiling slightly as the weight was lifted from your back.
Jinnie—or Hyunjin, as he was commonly known, was your best friend since pull-ups and stayed by your side when you both had landed in the tumult and agony of high school. And by some miracle, it was senior year and you’d known him all your life. Something about him just shined and boy did it shine bright; he was captivating, scintillating—lively and vibrant. You could list off adjectives if someone asked; he was just that brilliant. He was never one to miss out on a good time, but his moral compass remained impermeable.
It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous, too. He was one of the most beautiful people in the world—inside and out. With mesmerizing, coffee-colored eyes and a mop of brown hair, he was alluring. His bright, toothy smile was a shock against his cherry-tinted, chapped lips and bronze skin. You could always anticipate a sanguine smile from Hwang Hyunjin.
But as gorgeous as he was, he was just that— a friend. And you’d die before saying any of that to his face.
He wasn’t in much better state than you—his face bruised in various places. He wrapped his arms over your shoulders, hugging your neck, “You look like shit,” he giggled, the smell of his peppermint gum greeting you.
You playfully scoffed, tugging away from the embrace to pull on a lab coat. Motioning at your lip, you smiled, “Guess my soulmate was busy last night.”
He rolled his eyes, tossing you a pair of gloves, “I’d say he was mauled, more like it.”
You shook your head, “Nah, he better have beaten someone’s ass. I refuse to believe he’d just duly sit by as he’s being fricken assaulted.”
He laughed, his smile sending a shiver down your back—damn him and his arrhythmia-inducing smile. You knew you’d never be anything more than a friend...nevertheless it didn’t stop your heart from trying. But it was hopeless, you were fairly certain you’d be shot down before any words resembling a confession could be uttered.
“You have too much faith in him.” Hyunjin continued, “you have too much faith in the whole ‘soulmate’ idea in general.”
Of the many things Hwang Hyunjin was—he was a pessimist about fate. To your knowledge, he didn’t believe in soulmates. Sure, some people had timers and tattoos—he didn’t have a mark. And if he didn’t have a mark, how could he have a soulmate? That didn’t stop him from supporting his friends, however.
“I think I’d know if I punched myself to this point, it’s gotta be him!! Aaand maybe he’s in danger. Maybe he’s in the middle of an abusive family—or what if he—“
Hyunjin cut you off, “Don’t think like that. Just try to stay the healthiest and safest you can till you meet him... whatever he’s doing, he’ll be better if he’s at his 100%,” his eyes trailing behind you; his mouth opened to greet his other friend: Felix.
You clenched your jaw in resolution—your bubble wrap yourself if it came to that. With that mindset, you turned with a small grin to greet the aussie yourself.
You nodded in reply, throwing him a pair of glasses for the lab. Felix saluted the both of you, allowing Hyunjin to drag him back to the lab table.
“So you didn’t get killed last night at your match?” the freckled-boy laughed, jovially clapping Hyunjin on the shoulder.
Felix looked your way not even a moment later. Felix Lee was a man who loved to live his life on the edge—or at least as edgy as his mother, the President of the PTA, would allow. A miscreant of sorts...if the law were only inclusive of his curfew. He was never seen without his beloved leather jacket and skateboard. His voice was deep and shocking, you were fairly certain there were rumors about him being a gang leader as a result—he truly would’ve been intimidating...only...his smile made him seem like a sweetheart and anyone friends with a boy like Hyunjin had to be harmless. Felix, like Hyunjin, was a boxer.
Hyunjin scowled at his fanta-haired friend, “You know damn well what happened, you were there.”
Felix only cackled in reply as he turned his attention towards you, “Rough night? You’re a little more black and purple than the last time I saw you.”
“You have no idea,” you snorted, failing to stifle your laughter toward the brooding Hyunjin.
Felix shared a look with Hyunjin while you were busy grabbing the necessary beakers.
“So Jin, are you ever going to invite Y/N here to one of your matches?” Felix asked, a mischievous and almost targeted zeal in his voice.
Hyunjin, conveniently and skillfully, ignored the younger boy. He was pouring out the iodine solution into a beaker. Both you and Felix knew that he was purposely avoiding the question. He always did.
Not that it really bothered you... you were friends, not conjoined siblings. You didn’t want him around while you were in the middle of violin lessons—it was perfectly reasonable that he wouldn’t want you around while he was boxing. Hyunjin was on the more prideful side—he would hate to let you watch him get punched, repeatedly. He wanted to seem strong to you; you knew that, so you stayed quiet. Even if you wanted to see him practice.
Felix nudged your shoulder, “Don’t feel too bad, you’re not missing much.”
You nodded with a coy smile, “I think I get enough violence in my life already.” Felix snorted, punching your shoulder.
“Hey! I have a bruise there, Mr!” you defended impishly, nursing your arm.
You missed the frown on Hyunjin’s normally happy face.
“Well, he gets creamed in the ring anyway.”
Felix received a not-so-subtle jab to the side in response.
“So you’re saying that if you could steal anything without consequence, it’d be my sweater? Are you kidding?” Hyunjin was flabbergasted, to say the least.
“Oi! You’d box me for stealing it!”
“You’re wearing it right now!!” he cried, “literally, you could steal anything—The Eiffel Tower!! But you picked my sweater?!”
You scooted away, carefully eyeing him, “And you’ve been glaring me down since I walked in! What would you steal then?”
Shoving a bite of your granola bar in his mouth, he grinned effortlessly, “Your heart.”
You choked on your smoothie, “Nice one, dumbass.”
“Anything for you,” he sang, seemingly unaffected. If only you knew, he wasn’t lying. But he wouldn’t tell you that. He also wouldn’t admit that you looked really adorable in his sweater—and that he really didn’t want it back.
The two of you were currently waiting for his brother to get home so that you could go off and get ice cream. You adored his little brother—a trait that Hyunjin loves but hated. His brother absorbed all of your attention; not that you minded, he was a sweetheart.
When you didn’t answer, he tackled you in a hug, crying out, “accept my love, bitch!”
“Hyunjin!” you laughed, not bothering to fight the koala-like embrace.
He stilled, his face buried in your hair.
“This is nice,” he muttered, quiet enough that you didn’t hear it.
“So are you excited for your match tomorrow? I heard you and Felix talking about it.”
He sat up, his figure towering over yours which had collapsed on the couch below him.
“I guess... it’s gonna be eventful.” his eyes couldn’t focus on anything but you. And your lips—man, was it still busted? He carefully looked back into your eyes, which were glassy.
He looked back at your lips, leaning down slowly—as if he were to finally close the gap.
He heard the door opening.
Quickly, he brought his hand up, pretending to brush something off, “Geez, you’re such a mess,” he managed to joke, turning away quickly.
“Son of a bit—“ his hiss of pain was cut off by the ringer of his phone, the iconic voice of Rick Astley interrupting the haphazard patch-up job he was currently undergoing.
His mom was calling.
He sighed, gulping down a painkiller before answering.
“Hey, Mom!” He greeted, aligning his bag with a wince over his shoulder.
“What on earth have you been doing tonight, Y/N looks absolutely beaten.” his mother admonished him, he could hear the tea kettle whistling in the background.
“Just some regular sparring with Felix, you know... our usua—“
Wait... y/n? His ears perked up.
“Y/N? When’d you see her?”
His mother tsked, humming in motherly annoyance, “She came over to help you with your AP Econ work...she said she’d wait for you to get back. She was helping cook but the poor girl is just bruising out of nowhere...you really should be more careful.”
“I know...” he paused, raking a frustrated hand through his hair, “Can you give her some ice and tiger balm? I’ll be home soon.”
His mother only laughed, “Already done, I’m used to patching you two up. She’s talking to your dad about something...probably his job at the planetarium, honestly. She’s doing ok...although, it wouldn’t hurt to pick up some ice cream...it’ll cheer her up.”
“Will do, you’re an angel Mom.”
“And you’re a dead man if you come home without ice cream for me, too.”
He shook his head, a small grin finding a place on his lips as he put the keys in the ignition.
“Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, too, honey. Drive safe, ok?”
By the time Hyunjin got home, you had served his plate—which was covered immaculately in a tin foil shell in hopes of preservation—and his mother had forced you onto the living room couch with all sorts of ice packs and wraps.
Before you could respond to the noise of the front door, Hyunjin was there to greet you.
“Y/N,” he called, yelling as soon as he placed one foot over the threshold.
You met him at the door, poising your arm to take his bag—instead, he looped his arm around yours as he kicked off his shoes and set his bag down.
Standing in front of you as if he was going to carry you, he looked back expectantly.
“I’m not making you carry me to your dining room. It’s maybe 15 feet away,” you laughed, tugging him to his waiting dinner. It was 11:34.
“Thanks for the dinner. You know, you really didn’t have to wait, we could’ve worked on our work tomorrow. It’s a Saturday...”
You shrugged, pouring yourself and the tired boy a glass of apple juice.
“It’s not a big deal. Your mom said I could stay over and my parents don’t care...I mean, I live next door. And like you said, tomorrow is Saturday.”
He purses his lips, sending you a harmless glare, “It’s also almost midnight, and you’re hilariously naive if you think I’d attempt homework right now.”
You raised your hands in defense, “Oh hell no, it’s only 11:37, we can still watch Peter Rabbit or Beat Bobby Flay.”
He snorted, causing him to choke on the mouthful of food he had shoveled into his mouth—but continued his side of the conversation regardless. His words were muffled by the food in his mouth, “ofhu oo iersdh.”
“You’re weird, too, dumbass. Go shower and I’ll set up your room.”
Taking his plate with him, he stampeded up the staircase to his room. Biting back a smile, you raided the Hwang pantry to grab fruit snacks and Cheez-its.
Movie nights were always fun at the Hwang home...maybe because his mother always anticipated the amiable nature of her son. She was always prepared to play hostess, and she loved the position.
Mrs. Hwang was a chatty woman, to say the least. As the president of her book club and the vice president of the PTA, she was a force to be reckoned with. Her talents didn’t end there... she made killer cookies, too.
Movie nights were frequent. And you always spent the night after movie nights. You claimed it was because Hyunjin just loved having you around—he claimed it was because you were the only one who could stand watching Naruto with him. In reality, both reasons were equally right. Regardless, due to the frequency of movie night, you were well-accustomed to the ins and outs of the Hwang home.
Carefully balancing the snacks, you picked up a filled water gallon. Hyunjin insisted on staying hydrated—which included his gallon policy.
He aimed to drink over a gallon a day... which was why you also grabbed a powerade for him to chase the other down with. The active chatterbox would have no electrolytes or food aside from Zaxby’s fries, if not for you and his mother.
That boy—he was a train wreck but charmingly so. He was a real idiot at times...yet you couldn’t help but have a soft spot for him.
Your thoughts were disturbed by the persistent hissing heard from the top of the stairs.
“Y/N!!” Hyunjin whisper-called, beckoning you to his room. Scantily dressed in his favorite grey sweats and what appeared to be a crop top—he looked quite ridiculous.
You hurried up the stairs, kicking the kitchen light off with your foot.
“Is that my shirt?” you raised your eyebrow, thrusting the gallon of water at his chest. He easily took it, slamming it back as if it were beer.
“I’m protesting,” he began, climbing on his bed and grabbing his TV remote.
“You stole my favorite sweater.”
You snorted as you crawled beside him. Grabbing the remote, you decided to humor him.
“And you think the best response is to wear my shirt?”
He huffed, leaning over you to grab the remote. The smell of his soap was overwhelming—it smothered your senses. God bless, he used the soap you bought.
You both had debated over the better soap for him when he had reached puberty. He was a diehard believer that his normal Irish Springs bar soap was perfectly adequate. But then he made the mistake of asking you for helping prepare for a date.
And you almost had an aneurism when you discovered that the 15 year old had never owned a bottle of cologne.
Ever since that fateful day in freshman year, when you bought him his first bottle of cologne—a rite of passage, so you covered the cost. He kept two different soaps and body washes in his bathroom. One for boxing, one for nice events.
And all the girls who ever dated him should’ve thanked you. Because you picked out good cologne.
Hyunjin wouldn’t admit it, but he preferred the smell anyway. He also wouldn’t admit that he only kept the Irish Springs bar out of pride—he really hadn’t used it since he was 15.
“Do you like me wearing your shirt?” he scoffed, placing his hands expectantly on his hips.
You couldn’t contain a small grin from the sight before you—him, in all his glory, with dripping wet hair, loose sweatpants, and your crop top—you wouldn’t take a picture of it, but it was a memory you didn’t want to lose. You relented, allowing him to finally grab the remote.
“Hell no. You look better in my shirts than I do.”
“See, you understand my dilemma now.” he sniffed, selecting an Avengers movie to watch. Opening a pack of cheezits, he glanced at you.
“Are you going to give me my sweater back?”
“Eventually. Feel free to keep the crop top, it’s a look Jinnie.”
He groaned at the unspoken stalemate, rolling out of his bed to grab a dark shirt.
“I’ll pass. This shirt is just uncomfortable and impractical, I don’t know how you people wear these things.”
“Why do you think I borrow your sweaters?” you retorted, turning away as he swapped shirts.
He settled into his well-loved cars blanket, allowing the movie to begin playing. His eyes felt loaded with weights; he would not make it through the movie. Judging from your closed eyes—you wouldn’t either. Nodding at your sprawling figure, he sighed, “Y/N you look awful.”
Draping an eye open as if you were the crocodile from Peter Pan, you groaned.
“You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
“Really, you’re a girl? I hadn’t noticed,” he teased, his thumbs brushing your slightly bruised cheek.
“You’re right, I’m an independent woman,” was the response you tried to say...but an unintelligible grumble was all he could decipher.
He leaned back into his pillow, maneuvering himself so that your head would lay on his chest.
“I’m just worried, you know? You always have so many bruises, it’s just despicable. If I were you, I’d hate my soulmate.”
At this point, you had gradually begun to awaken. Burying your nose into his blanket, you mumbled, “You hate the idea of soulmates, anyway. I could never hate him; I love him too much.”
He bit his lip, “How can you love someone you don’t know?”
“He’s my fated soulmate. But Fate already gave me the bestest friend in the world—my soulmate has to be pretty damn brilliant to best you,” you shot him your cheesiest smile, hoping that the burn on your cheeks wasn’t easily seen.
“Oh? So, you’re in love with me?” he simpered, making kissy lips down at you. Snickering, you lightly shoved at his face; you’d be an idiot watch him any longer with the rapid thumping of your heart.
“Isn’t that obvious, my little sugarpie prince?” you cooed, carding through his midnight-toned hair.
It was obvious to him that you were kidding...if only he knew, you really weren’t. Although, it was completely worth it to see his face morph in disgust at the nickname. It didn’t take long for his face to settle back and his eyes to assume a worried glaze.
“How can you be so concerned about me? You don’t look so peachy yourself,” you sighed, your hand lightly smoothing his hair out of his face. He keened at the attention.
“Y/N don’t worry, my bruises make me look hot. You know the whole ‘bad boy’ vibe. Isn’t that all the rave?”
“You’re impossible—I’m worried about you. You’re nearly always banged up in some way or another. Dumbass, I care about you... and it hurts me that you’re always in pain.” He was silent, the only motion was his occasional blink.
“That was really emotion and touching, you know. And then you called me a dumbass.” he broke, pulling the blanket up more.
“Would you rather me call you my sugarpie prince?”
“Please no.” He tugged you closer to him—as if that were possible. It was silent for a few moment before you gathered your remaining courage.
“What do you think your link is Jinnie?” you had never asked before; it was all dandy for you to discuss your unknown soulmate, but you always danced around his. He never seemed interested. You were the hopeless romantic—not him; even if he was your late-night rom com buddy. Even now, you could feel his relaxed body stiffen.
“Who knows? If it’s fate, it’ll happen eventually.” he managed to exhale, as if he weren’t lying through his teeth. Not that you were any the wiser.
“But what if they slip through your fingers?!” you mused, toying with the blanket.
“I wouldn’t let that happen. You know me, I’m dumb but I’m not stupid.”
“I really hate the fact that that made sense.”
He wrapped his free arm around your stomach, “...and I hate that you used two ‘that’s’ in a row.”
You lightly elbowed his side—nowhere near enough to hurt, “You try to redo that sentence.”
He paused, thinking momentarily, “I guess I can’t.”
“Uh huh, don’t attack me then, Dumbass.”
“Don’t call me a dumbass, bitch,” he retorted half-heartedly as he closed his eyes.
“I just want you to be happy, ok?” you whispered, your voice quieting as his breathing deepened.
“I know, I know,” he soothed, his voice was lower and husky. With that, the conversation dropped as quick as it began while the two of you drifted to sleep.
The feeling of a cold pack greeted you and startled you from your dizzy dreams—not that you’d managed to fall asleep easily. No, the smell of Hyunjin surrounded you—it kept you on edge and fraying your nerves past relaxation. The typically calming peppermint and jasmine aroma hugged your sense, enveloping you and your brain—encouraging your endless loops of thoughts.
The movie had long-ended and Hyunjin had dragged himself away from his real bed to sleep on his makeshift-floor bed.
You couldn’t sleep. It just wasn’t happening.
“Hey,” you heard a silent voice whisper, the gentle tone not as frightening as the sudden cold from the icepack . You felt a gentle nudge at your side, Hyunjin.
You could faintly make out his grin from the dark room. He was still wearing the same dark blue shirt that hung off his figure and his favorite sweatpants—a welcome change from your crop top.
“Why are you still up, Jinnie?” you groggily replied, any chance of sleep robbed from you the minute you responded.
He shrugged as he laid beside you once again, “You seem like you can’t sleep.” You were too tired to notice the instant deflection. Turning to face him, you replied jokingly, “Well maybe if your sheets weren’t so smelly...I swear, my face is being smothered in old sweat.”
He flicked your nose, but then continued with what you assumed to be a small smile, “I’ll have you know, I washed my sheets two days ago.”
“Bullshit, there’s a blood stain on your pillow.”
He laughed lightly, his eyes fluttering to a close before they opened again. God, he had the prettiest face—even if it was swollen and bruised from boxing.
“Who says that isn’t your blood? You’re the one with a nosebleed. I wonder why...? Maybe you had a special kind of dream...” he trailed off with a coy smile. You weren’t even phased by his innuendo.
“This isn’t an anime, people don’t actually get nosebleeds like that.” you deadpanned, turning to face him.
“I can dream,” he sighed, pretending to pout, “So why can’t you sleep? Seriously this time...” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. His lips were bruised, you’d noticed.
Unconsciously, you moved your hand to smooth out the hair that had fallen in his eyes. Maybe if it wasn’t so dark you would’ve seen the pink blush on his face, but in all honestly, you were praying he didn’t notice the color on your own cheeks.
His eyes followed your hand as it fell back down to the sheets. Good Heavens, why couldn’t he be your soulmate?
“Have you ever wanted something really, really bad? To the point that if it doesn’t happen...if it’s not true...you don’t even know what you’d do?” you finally whispered, picking at the sheets as to avoid his gaze. His hand heavily fell over yours, the lack of sleep a hindrance to his control.
You looked at his hand that was on top of yours, “So what do you do about it?”
He squeezed your wrist lightly, “If it’s meant to happen, it will. And you just have to believe that.”
You nodded, fully aware that he likely couldn’t see you.
“But you don’t believe in soulmates.”
“I do...if I’m being honest, I’m terrified of the idea... I just feel like she’ll hate me.”
“She could never.” you replied solemnly, finding his hand in yours.
You felt a feeling of dread and all-consuming fear cloud your heart...but you weren’t sure if it was your own or your soulmate’s.
Though you really hoped your soulmate was asleep before 4 am...
“It’s a scary feeling, though, huh? Not knowing what will happen.” He laughed breathily.
You hummed in agreement, letting his arm guide you into his chest.
He always knew the answers...didn’t he?
He was always there... and you weren’t sure how he always knew what to say. For years, you’d brushed it off. He was just a good friend...only a friend, even if you felt more. Now... you weren’t so sure. In fact, you were pretty sure that he was your soulmate. But maybe you were only projecting your own hopes onto him—after all, he was the seemingly perfect partner.
You let your head lay on his chest, feeling how his heartbeat seemed to change—how it quickened. Maybe that was yours.
It was unfair how much of your heart he occupied.
“yeah..?” you could feel your heart miss a beat, did he know?
“I promise, I did wash my sheets and I even showered...two day ago.” you could practically feel his lips curling into a smirk on your neck.
“Hmm, with the good soap?” you smiled, knowing that he had showered that night.
He jokingly coughed, snuggling his forehead into your neck.
Maybe you were foolish for hoping for more—hoping for a spontaneous confession at the crack of dawn. This was Hyunjin—your friend since pull-ups. And it was naive to even wish he could be more than a friend.
So you only smiled, snuggling into his chest more. He did use the good soap.
“So are you, but I’m not complaining.”
You couldn’t see him, but you could nearly feel his smile.
“Just get some sleep, idiot.”
Lee Felix was many things... unfortunately for Hyunjin—a blabbermouth was one of them.
Attempting to help each other with AP Physics, he bravely powered through velocity problems as you explained the Calc behind it. It was a shame Hyunjin had dropped the class for Computer Science.
“So, Y/N... any new guys in your life?”
You snorted, nearly dropping your calculator.
“You really must be desperate not to do homework to ask that.”
He shrugged, an easy smile finding its place on his lips. The blond pulled his hands behind his head; he lacked any more willpower to finish his project.
“You know good and well, I’m hopelessly single,” you mumbled around the pen in your mouth. You were gonna finish your last problem.
“You don’t have to be...” his voice cracked at the end as he tried to raise the inflection.
Circling your final answer, you slammed your pen down.
“Why, is that an offer?” you flashed him a joking smirk, pretending to blush as he winked.
“Oh, I’d say you wish—but clearly you have someone else in mind.”
You chuckled, sipping your tea to mask your amusement, “Even if I liked anyone, I wouldn’t tell you.”
Taking a large bite from the cinnamon roll he had ordered, he grumbled, “As if it’s not obvious. If you’ve ever wondered why no one asks you out...maybe try changing your wallpaper. Or maybe, maybe just change said boy’s contact name in wallpaper picture. Something about seeing ‘my fav sugerpie prince’ doesn’t give guys confidence to ask a girl out.”
You froze, mid-gulp.
“Well, geez. You really didn’t have to call me out like that,” you mumbled.
“What are you gonna do..? I mean, if you like him...what happens if you meet your soulmate?”
You shrugged lazily, “It’s not like I have to worry about reciprocal feelings. It’s pretty obvious, that’s not the case. Whoever my soulmate is...I’m ready to meet them.”
Felix cocked an eyebrow, sipping his drink judgementally, “...what if you already met him?”
“What’s with all the questions?”
Sighing as if he was being majorly inconvenienced, he broke, “I’m sick of you both being so oblivious. It’s obvious you like each other—soulmate or not! And it’s not even like you have to worry about it because he is most definitely your soulmate.”
His eyes widened as soon as he realized the words that had fallen out of his mouth.
“Shit. You didn’t hear that.”
“Hyunjin is my.. what?”
Of all moment in your life... you didn’t think you ever felt so dumb.
Hyunjin knew what he was doing was wrong...but he kept trying to reason with himself about it.
There was no way you were his soulmate. He wasn’t that lucky. You were too good to him.
And yet... when he broke his arm in 3rd grade, the next day you had showed up to class with a pink cast.
But you were too good to end up with him. You had straight-A’s, you got accepted into Honor societies, you started getting college offers in 9th grade. You were the only reason he kept a B-average.
But after a rough day of boxing, you managed to have the exact same bruises as he did.
He knew he was your soulmate. But he didn’t want to accept that. You would be disappointed if it were him.
You were too good to settle for a pain junkie such as himself—and the worst part?? He knew you’d accept all the punches if it meant being with your soulmate, but wouldn’t you feel crushed to discover it was him? He couldn’t do that to you.
“Oh, that Jackass who gets hurt all the time and makes you semi-believe that he’s abused? Yeah, well. Surprise, it’s me!”
You deserved better—you, at least, deserved for him to quit boxing. But that was his best shot at getting to a good college.
It wasn’t as if he always knew—he’d been boxing since he was 9. It wasn’t until his mom screamed it in his face at 16 that he realized. By then, he had years of boxing behind him—scouting offers from colleges that had offered you scholarships for grades—the same colleges that he wouldn’t dream of applying for. He couldn’t waste that—even if he was willing to in a heartbeat for you.
It wasn’t like the realization that you were his soulmate was what made him fall in love, either. He had loved you for years before he knew.
Hyunjin could remember that day he had decided he loved you. Mind you, he had loved you for years before... but the true feelings hit him in 8th grade. You greeted him in homeroom, eyes alive and bright. You were telling him about your dream. You dreamed that the world was ending and zombies were surrounding your chemistry class. For some odd reason, there was a surplus of yankee candles in the teacher’s chemical closet—the place where you had run to with the hopes of creating an anti-zombie solution. And you were about to arm yourself with the heavy glass as throwing ammunition—but you stopped.
He remembered clearly when you told him your thought process.
“—But these are expensive! What if we make it out of here, and I ruined her entire candle set?”
And that was when he decided he loved you. Because, you—as dumb as it was—you were more concerned over expensive candles than the immediate threat of zombies.
He remembered telling you that the dream was a sign to lay off the caffeine.
He also remembered the smile on his face as he said that... and how the smile just wouldn’t fade. All because of you.
A knock at his door jarred him from his thoughts. Felix.
“Hey man,” he greeted, taking the leather jacket from his friend to hang on the coat hanger.
Lee Felix wasn’t one to beat around the bush, so he was quick to get to the point.
“I think Y/N knows,” his words were quiet but they slammed into the lanky boxer with a weight he didn’t know words could have.
“What?!” he screamed, yanking the younger into his room.
“What? How? Wh—“
“Don’t beat me up, but it may have slipped...”
There were plenty of moments in your life where you felt dumb.
When you spelled ‘thick’ with two c’s because you weren’t paying attention. When you confessed to Chan—the upperclassmen. But nothing compared to now.
How could you not see it?
Hyunjin was your best friend. You had matching bruises—always. How did you not realize it..? But that meant Hyunjin knew... and he never told you.
But how could he? You were always so obnoxious about soulmates and love—and he was terrified.
But what if he never said anything because he never liked you? What if he was scared because he didn’t feel the same but didn’t want to lose you as a friend?
Oh goodness, curse Felix.
Your phone rang—interrupting your brooding. Speak of the Devil, it was the aussie himself.
“Ok, I know you must have a shit ton of questions but Hyunjin is gonna lose in the next match. He’s gonna throw the fight, Y/N! He won’t even try—he’s just gonna take the punches. He’s scared that you hate him and he doesn’t want to hurt you—but if he loses, he forfeits his scholarship. And he’s been trying to get it for years because he wanted to go to college with you. And I know I’m not considering your feelings and your pain but I can’t let him do thi—“ Felix kept rambling, seemingly ignorant to the noise on your end.
You wouldn’t let him throw the fight. You drove as fast as you could to the studio—ignoring the fire in your gut.
You didn’t give a damn if he wanted you there or not. You didn’t care if he hated you. He was gonna fight, damn it.
Running inside, you quickly found the blonde aussie.
He didn’t waste a moment before pushing you toward Hyunjin.
It broke your heart to see him in that state—though you knew you probably looked similar.
“Jinnie?” you called, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. You could see the life leave his exhausted body at your voice.
“Jinnie. I’m not leaving. I’m not gonna run or yell. Please, just listen. You can’t throw this fight—not for me, okay?” you tried to say, slightly peeved that he wouldn’t even look at you
“Just look at me, please.”
“I looked!” he cried, a nearly wild look in his eyes, “I looked and I hated it. I hate that you’re beaten up. You’re bruised—all because of me! I cause you so much pain, you don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you. And this is how I’m going to make that right, ok?”
You pulled him into a hug, “I love you Hwang Hyunjin but you’re being a dumbass. Listen to me, ok? You’re going to get in that ring and fight like the boxer you are. You’re not going to lay down and take the hits okay? For years, you’ve worked your ass off to get to this point. I won’t let you throw that away for me. Quit being a damn coward and win.”
Hyunjin was an idiot, yes. You were, too. But he wasn’t going to screw up his first match that you’d seen him box in.
So he pushed forward, not before giving Felix an icy glare. It wasn’t as if you didn’t have a point, either. Besides, if he won—he wouldn’t receive as many punches. You’d be safer.
He did just that. He didn’t get out unscathed, there was a sizable split of blood under his nose and in the corner of his mouth. But he won—he got the scholarship.
You waited till the scouts had left before strolling up to him.
“uh. Hey.” he coughed, unable to tear his eyes away from the tissue that you’d shoved up your nose. Sure, he loved you—but it was a sight that was funny as hell.
“Hey, yourself,” you retorted.
“Nice nosebleed—did any special dreams cause it?” you cut him off, a pleased smile resting on your lips as his mind worked double time to process your words.
“I guess you’ll find out?” he shrugged measly, an impish grin on his face.
You scoffed, “Is that really how you’re gonna tell me I’m your soulmate? You’re such a lameass.”
“Well, at least that wasn’t a surprise..?” he tried, being interrupted by a crisp slap to the face.
“Hey!” he yelped, holding his face. He couldn’t deny the victorious glint in your eyes as you held your own cheek. He could swear he heard you mutter, “Damn that was a good slap Y/N.”
“That was for not telling me!” you shrugged, allowing him two seconds to process before tackling him in a hug.
“And this is to congratulate you,” you hugged him tighter.
“For the record: since you’re pretty cynical about the soulmate thing... I loved you before Felix told me.”