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CLICK YOUR HEART — ENHA HYUNG LINE x FEM!READER

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episode one — bad luck charm

♫ so beautiful - SF9

“really? surely you guys are just exaggerating. even the food poisoning incident?”

“we’re not exaggerating. she was in charge of serving lunch that day.”

“even at the schools athletic competition last year, when she passed the baton to her teammate. she tripped and broke her nose…”

“that’s why you have to be careful around her, getting near her or even touching her can cause you to–”

“this can’t be true.” ms. park cleared her throat. hands clasped together on her desk as the other teachers gossiped around her. “those are probably just rumors that got out of hand.” she chuckles nervously. her coworkers give each other that stare before turning their heads back at her.

“but it’s true.” mr. choi says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “you have to be careful!”

–

you stood smiling beside your new homeroom teacher. more enthusiastic than she and her students appeared to be. she had barely even looked at you as soon as you approached her on your first day at the school. you aimed to be optimistic about your first day at your new school. a childhood friend of yours attended the school, he was the one that recommended you transfer there in the first place.

“hi, my name is y/f/n. it’s a pleasure to meet you all. i hope we can become friends fast.” you bow, coming up and raising your hand to wave at the students who looked at you with such blatant discontent, no one responds to you except for the loud and eager clapping coming from the class president, park sunghoon. the mentioned childhood friend. he stops soon though, noticing no one was joining him as well as the look of embarrassment swarming your face. he ducks his head down and stares at his desk table.

ms. kim laughs out loud, albeit, a little obnoxiously, before she ushers you to sit in an empty seat in the far back corner of the classroom. you politely bow towards her, though she slightly stumbles back in avoidance towards the gesture.

despite moving to a new school. you knew word travels fast. sunghoon knew it too as he stared at you manuvering throughout the classroom. the students in your class were already whispering amongst each other. “the rumors must’ve reached ms. kim too, huh?”

upon walking down the aisle to get to your seats, the students around stopped talking to each other, not bothering to spare you a glance. your eyes flick towards the ceiling, swallowing thickly and taking in a breath before you glued your gaze to the floor and moved quickly to get to the back seat. sunghoon frowned, knowing that your first day had already been spoiled by a bunch of irrelevant people who didn’t even bother to get to know you first. he looks over at you, eyes softening as you take your seat in front of the opened window. wind slightly coming in and making you shiver. your eyes meet his as you adjust to your new seat, aka the banished corner in the classroom where you can’t see the board at all.

you send your friend a soft smile, pursing your lips slightly. the brunette offers a bright smile back, his snaggletooth grazing his lip. he gives you a small wave.

–

you find yourself looking at the several honor award certificates and pictures dedicated to the students in a display shelf in the hallway. most of them depicting sunghoon shaking hands with a principal whilst holding the framed certificate in one hand. you get startled when someone comes up behind you, hands coming onto your backpack. you swivel around to find sunghoon.

“stay still will you?” you wriggle a little bit in your spot, still confused at what he was doing. only to hear the sound of your backpack zipper. you stand still before sunghoon gives a grunt signalling he had finished closing your backpack for you. turning around to face him, he towers over you with a signature toothy grin.

“do you come to school just to get awards?” you question. “me being smart is nothing new to you. plus, why are you mentioning this just now? haven’t you noticed sooner that i was awesome?” he questions. bragging about his high grades and excellence. you click your tongue and scrunch up your face in response. “it’s been too long since i smacked you, huh?” you ask in retaliation. lightly hitting his shoulder to which he responds with an over exaggerated ‘ow!”

“you should drop by the broadcasting room later.”

–

perhaps if sunghoon had told you where the broadcasting room was sooner, you wouldn’t be wandering mindlessly through the school hallways in search for the studio. when the announcements began and you could hear sunghoon through the intercom system. you began to walk faster in search before the segment ended.

but to no avail, it had been a few minutes, and you were still searching for the room labeled with a broadcasting club nametag on it. luckily, you find in on the floor you’re currently on. though the announcement was already beginning to end. you quietly enter the room, head peeking in to see if sunghoon was anywhere to be found. instead you find jungwon and a few other members inside. jungwon nods at you to enter as he points at sunghoon who is talking to a microphone inside the recording room. he spots you through the glass, despite the room being dimly lit and you wave at him, he returns the wave.

“everyone needs to be heard. do you a friend who is willing to listen to you? it’s a monday afternoon that reminds me of a precious friend of mine. lets listen to music.”

you watch as jungwon slides two fader knobs up, you begin to hear the music fade into the announcements and the ‘on air’ sign turns green to fully off. jungwon gives sunghoon a thumbs up and sunghoon stands up from the chair and table, and walks out of the recording room. he approaches you first. a hand landing on top of your head to ruffle your hair gently.

“you’re here.” he beams. you nod. he turns to the other members of the club. “this is yn, she just transferred to our school. she’ll be joining the club.” sunghoon says. sunghoon was the broadcasting club president as well. nothing falls short when it comes to sunghoon and his commitments. he was the class president, part of student council, on top of that, an honors roll student and the broadcasting club president.

“i’ll try my best to pull my weight.” you tell them kindly. sunghoon smiles down at you as you try your best to introduce yourself to your new club members. taehyun and sakura stand with their arms crossed, jungwon, being the only one giving you a welcoming smile. any friend of sunghoon's is a friend of his.

“you haven’t even asked us if we agreed on letting another member join.” taehyun brings forward slowly. sunghoon’s brow twitches and he shoves his hands into his pocket. “we’ll we’re understaffed anyway. plus she’ll do really good here.” sunghoon says, attempting to convince his club members. you look to the ground again, staring at the carpeted flooring now.

“yeah but you have to think about our safety too.” sakura tells sunghoon. his face falters slightly. though he regains his composure so that you wouldn’t feel discouraged to join. “it’s not like she’s an ordinary girl either.”

sunghoon looks down at you, still unable to meet eyes with the other members. “how could you say that sakura?” she looks away as sunghoon had just called her out. sunghoon looks around. eyes landing on the whiteboard that contained most of the announcement schedules and plans coming up. written in red ink, ‘interview soccer player, sim jake’

“we still have to interview jake so–”

“you’re not thinking on making her do the interview, are you?”

“who else is going to do it?” sunghoon looks at taehyun. “taehyun?” taehyun shakes his head. “no no, i can’t! jake gave me a death glare when i tried talking to him this morning.” taehyun says.

“sakura?” sakura slumps over. “he’s so conceited. he thought i was one of his fans so he gave me his autograph and left.” she says, rolling her eyes. “jungwon?” jungwon remains silent for a moment before speaking slowly. “... he told me he’d beat me up if i showed up again.”

sunghoon lets out a huff. “if y/n can get jake to do the interview, you guys will let her in the club, got it?” sunghoon says firmly. you had never seen sunghoon so commanding before. you itched the side of your head, transferring schools meant that you started from scratch, allegedly. that wasn’t the case for your reputation. but you still had no clue who half these people were. usually there was a hierarchy in schools. popular girls and boys.. that type of stuff.

“...but who is sim jake?”

–

you walk into the indoor soccer field, a notebook in your arms as you go in search for the so-called star soccer player. as sakura described, he had dark brown hair, a strong nose, and looked like a puppy. it was kind of hard to understand what she meant by that but you figured if you saw him, you’d immediately recognize him.

the field was surrounded by rows of bleachers and chairs for games and onlooking students and parents to watch during their kids’ games. it was far bigger than the simple soccer field you had in your old school.

upon walking inside, you can hear the sounds of the game, personal and individual practice going on as you see several tiny broken up groups of the soccer players together. in one far corner a group of three girls stand in the bleachers, arms crossed over the safety bar, watching a brunette haired boy practice his shots one on one with a goalie. you begin to walk over.

jake lets out a deep sigh, hand coming to his forehead to wipe off the accumulating sweat. he stares at his teammate, a goalie standing inside the wide opening of the soccer net. running forward, he lurches his leg forward to kick the soccer ball in front of him. aiming it for the top right corner of the net. jake watches the ball completely miss the wide ranged net, flying over the top just by a hair.

he hears his goalie teammate hit his gloved hands together, looking up, his teammates hands are rested on his hips, staring at jake in a slight disbelief.

“jake, do you need to take a break? what’s wrong with your shots today.”

exhausted, jake shakes his head and receives the returned soccer ball between his feet. a dark haired girl with short hair comes walking over to jake, handing him a dry towel and a gatorade waterbottle. jake fans at himself as he grabs the rag from her hands and pats his forehead and neck dry. as well as taking a swig of water. your head tilts slowly to the right as you watch her return to her seat on a bench behind the border walls of the soccer field. she was really pretty, you thought it was a little too selfish of you to think that even a little too pretty for jake.

ready to practice his shots again, he looks over at his goalie, instead finding you standing a little too close to the net and not even behind the protective wall.

he frowns at you, stopping the dribbling of the soccer ball.

“hey! move, get out!”

you look at him cluelessly, looking at the goalie who is staring at you with wide eyes. your eyes avert back to jake who is staring directly at you. he has a pained expression on his face as he points at you. voice raising a little higher now. “i’m telling you to get out of the field!” he yells.

“hey! he is literally talking to you!” the goalie shouts, he pulls his gloves off, beginning to walk towards you. you take a few steps backwards. eyeing him before realizing that jake had been yelling at you the entire time. you tense at the sudden acknowledgement, knowing you had already embarrassed yourself and your chances in getting this interview was slim. you walk towards the door of the field wall, unlatching it open and taking a seat on the bleacher. not far down the seat was the girl that had approached jake earlier with a dry rag and his waterbottle.

jake sighs at you, watching as you leave the field, still taking a seat down at the bleachers, though no longer watching him practice.

–

“hi.. do you have a little time to spare?”

jake leans his head back on the players bench. eyes shut, gripping a stress ball with both of his hands. you lean over the wall of the players box, on your tippy toes as you try to talk to him.

“no, i don’t.” he says clearly. still refusing to look at you. “i’m in the same class as you, do you mind doing this interview?” jake’s eyes shoot open, leering over to you with a side eye. head still not leaving the bench as he relies on it for support on the strain his body has on him right now.

“same class?” you don’t reply to him, only staring at him with big eyes. “oh… you’re the transfer student.” he straightens his back, lifting himself off the bench only to stare at you when he comes to meet your eyes yet again. you shuffle to bring the notebook in front of you.

“the first question is,” you watch as jake barely pays attention to you, his hands are trying to relieve the pain in his shoulder, soon his hands travel down to his knees and calves where he looks to be in pain as he winces when he comes to massage them gently. “you must be really tired right now, huh?”

jake lets out a small chuckle. “is that the first question? gotta say, that’s pretty creative.” he jokes. though you see through his little coping joke and shake your head. jake cracks a smile at that.

“this won’t do.” you sigh. “i’m gonna go, sorry to bother you during your rest time.” your hands lower to your sides. standing back on your feet and beginning to walk away. jake watches as you walk away slowly. relaxing in his seat before he calls out to you again. he leaves the players box, coming out to meet you on the field.

“suddenly, i really want to do this interview.” he tells you, you turn around to face him with a grin, a grin that he can’t help but smile at. a contagious smile at that, you found his smile to be quite endearing.

“jake! we’re starting a scrimmage.” the coach yells loudly not too far away. the smile on his face is quickly replaced with that of disappointment. you pout slightly at the opportunity that was handed to you on the platter right then and there. thinking you had just missed your chance to get the interview done and over with just so that you could leave as soon as possible. getting the questions meant that the club would finally let you become a true and honorary member!

“sorry. could you maybe wait till it’s over?” you nod, feeling compelled to just stay there until you get the answers to the interview questions. “actually, just write down your number and leave it in that bag over there.” he says, pointing towards a dark blue nike duffle bag on the players bench.

you watch from the outside of the walls of the field. this time carefully watching how the soccer team would play. how jake would play. you definitely understood why he was called a star soccer player now. despite being awful at his shots earlier, it wasn’t really showing when he passed and snuck his way through the defensive team. you assumed jake always got the most goals in his entire team.

it wasn’t until one faulty crossover against the opposition teammate caused jake to take a fall. a nasty fall that you though he was able to recover from quickly, but seeing as he had laid on the ground, not getting up, and clutching his knee to his chest. you figured your bad luck had seeped its way into the people around you yet again.

his teammates crowd around him in concern. shouts and hollers being scatter across the field as coach comes jogging over. standing up, you know that familiar feeling. it was guilt. you had caused this… supposedly.

you can’t really remember how you became so unlucky. things were just always going wrong for you. for others, a tricky and bad day brought down moral, and most of the time people didn’t always have a bad day, not to your degree where it was everyday and for the rest of your life. you hated seeing your bad luck affect those around you. for some, like sunghoon, the first person you thought of, your bad luck never affected him. unless it did and he was just hiding it really well, but for the most part, your luck didn’t manage to penetrate whatever golden shining barrier he had sealed around himself.

you make a beeline straight off the bleacher and out of the field, exiting into the hallway where you find a secluded area, heart pounding in your chest. did that really just happen? you hated seeing jake in pain, even if he was a proclaimed snob, you knew he was overworking himself in soccer. you hated seeing anyone in pain.

but the word spread fast, that you being around caused jake to fall and hurt his knee, if you thought that word getting around of you being a bad luck charm had gone around fast, somehow this had gone around faster. especially with the soccer teams important tournament coming up, and jake quite literally being the face and honor of the school especially in the athletic community… you knew that you were definitely going to be receiving some looks and comments tomorrow.

you put your head in your hands, groaning, before raising it again, slapping your cheeks gently. you stand up, legs a little wobbly from all the hard over-thinking that you just went through. you march your way towards the soccer field, hoping to find the right time where jake was alone just so you could apologize to him.

seeing that the field was empty, you walk towards the boys locker room, nearing it, you hear the vicious scolding from the soccer coach.

“you’re an important factor to the game jake. how could this happen?”

“actually, it was that transfer student. the one that brings her bad luck everywhere. she came to practice today and talked to jake earlier.” you stood peeking into the boys locker room, knowing that if anyone had walked in and saw you, word would probably get around that you were a pervert as well, which you weren’t! you could see jake sitting on one of the benches, one of his legs resting on the bench with an ice pack laying on a towel on his knee. his teammates stood around him as the coach towered over him, glaring pointedly at the team of boys.

jake looks around the room, narrowly missing all the different looks his teammates are giving him. but his gaze lands on you as you crack your face through a sliver of the doors opening. he wants to laugh at that moment, but chooses not to.

“she can’t be around here anymore. she can’t be around you, jake. no, she can’t be around any of you on the team. she’s dangerous. we can’t afford to lose more players.”

jake feels bad, he can understand that it’s not your fault. he was the one playing soccer, it’s not like you came up to him and purposely broke his knee. sure, jake believed in superstitions, but there was no way that this was completely true. things would surely just happen because of pure coincidence.

he felt sorry that you had to listen to all the shit that the coach had spewed on about you. it wasn’t even your fault. and that made him feel a bit guilty. through all the dirt his coach and teammates were saying about you, he didn’t even have the courage, not energy to speak up about how it was also his fault. jake slouched over on the bench, knee hurting, now back hurting.

your gaze finally lands on jake, who is still looking at you. and you can’t help tear up. that’s when jake looks away. he looks towards his hands, his fingers fumble and fidget together as he tries not to look back up at you. or even worse, he might try to get up and talk to you. but it wasn’t like he had much leeway to get up. his knee was in pain and he would limp and not get anywhere with trying to get to you.

—

and you were right, word had spread even after you left the field building and returned on your way to the school building. despite girls trying their best to seem subtle about their looks and words towards you, you grew self conscious about yourself. even if you seemingly did nothing wrong. in your eyes, and probably those of the people around you. doing things wrong is all they could see in you.

you found yourself in a studio, a dance studio with mirrors lining two walls that faced each other. you were alone in the room, the dimly lit lights lighting up only portions of the room. you sat in front of a mirror. not quite tapping into the tear ducts just yet.

unknown to you, the door behind you opens slowly, revealing that of a high school boy with a tall stature, dark brown hair, and stripped of his school blazer, leaving him in a short sleeve white button up and his pants.

he looks at you, though he’s sure that you haven’t noticed that he had seen you. his brows are slightly furrowed at first. wondering what a random classmate he didn’t even know was doing in the dance studio. surely it was a free space, but he had never seen you before, more concerning, he was wondering if you were crying.

approaching you with light steps, he comes around to your side, looking over and checking if you were crying. surely, you were hunched over, sitting criss-crossed, you didn’t look fine.

he looks over looking at your face and not noticing any tears and he sighs, relieved.

“oh good, you’re not crying.” he says, a small smile reappearing in replace of the concerned frown that he was previously showing. you flinch, startled at the disturbance in the room that you were isolating in. of course someone had to come in when you were on the verge of tears and very embarrassed.

“who are you?” you question, turning a little to face your back towards him, he was very handsome. his attractiveness caught you off guard and you were shy to be seen in this state of mental distress.

“i’m lee heeseung,” you turn to face him at the exposure of his name. you scan for his nametag, not finding it because it was clipped to his blazer that was being carried in his arms. he looked at you with a sort of expectancy. “i’m y/f/n.” you tell him. knowing that the name would probably cause him to stumble back, or even cause him to just leave in general. but heeseung stayed in his place, bending down slightly as he talked to you. you felt your face heat up at the distance.

“ahhh…” you interrupt him with a pained knowing look, “i know you.” he simply says. straightening up and jutting a hand forward for you to grab. “you can trust me.” he says. you stare at his hand. “or i can sit down with you that’s fine too.” he says. taking a seat down in front of you. you twist around fully to face heeseung.

“i just transferred here yesterday and i’m already causing so much trouble for those around me…” you frown, huffing out and putting your hands on your knees. slightly swaying left and right. unable to look at heeseung. “i wanted to make friends.” you begin feeling the tears well in your eyes and soon enough, they are beginning to cascade down your cheeks. “now all these rumors spread around the school.” you are overwhelmed with the sadness hitting you. heeseung doesn’t really know what to do in that circumstance but he feels his heart ache for you.

“you feel better after crying, right?” he asks softly. a soft smile still adorning his face. looking at him, you wipe your tears with your sleeved wrists and sniffle. you nod at him and he nods.

“i know how to cheer you up.” he tells you, shooting up from the floor and scrolling through his phone for something. a song begins to play, you’re unsure at what he’s doing but as he begins to playfully dance around. you don’t know how to react, but it makes you crack a smile when you see heeseung try his best to bring a smile to your face.

heeseung wasn’t a bad dancer either, you’re quite confused as to what he was doing, going through all of this just to make sure you were okay. but you appreciated his efforts. heeseung lowers the volume of the song, deciding he was finished serenading you.

“you know i have horrible luck. aren’t you scared of me or something?”

heeseung shook his head, face contorting to that of a doubtful one. “not at all.”

“are you lying?”

“no,” heeseung pauses and crouches down in front of you. “i didn’t even recognize you at first until you told me you were the new transfer student. i just thought you were a pretty girl in the dance studio that was feeling down…” your cheeks flush pink, struggling to maintain eye contact with him as he gives you a soft smirk. “jeez… don’t say things like that.” you joke half-heartedly, thinking that this was heeseung trying to cheer you up again.

“say what? say you’re pretty? i’m saying it because you are.” he chuckles, looking down momentarily before looking back at you. he licks his lips, breathing in deeply before speaking.

“do you want me to tell you a secret?”

before you’re able to reply, your phone begins to chime in your pocket. grabbing it, your mouth falls slightly agape before reading the message displayed on your phone's lock screen.

unknown number

hey its jake

come to the locker room right now

you sigh, contemplating whether you want to answer jake’s texts and go meet him at the locker room, or stay with heeseung to hear what his secret is.

do you stay with heeseung or do you meet jake at the locker room?

ᓚᘏᗢ aj — first chapter! i hope life is treating everyone good. i've been exhausted but there's just about 2 weeks before i graduate! sorry for the long wait for the chapter, school has been very heavy on my shoulders and i am horrible with time management so aaaahhhh. the chapter following heeseung and jakes route will be posted tomorrow hopefully! ALSO I AM SO SORRY BUT THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD.

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