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shall we dance? | l.jy

pairing: hiphop dancer! lee juyeon x ballerina! fem reader

warnings: 18+ content, swearing, mentions of alcohol and falling asleep after getting too drunk lmao

genre: rivals(ish) to lovers, fluff, angst if you squint, smut: fingering, breast worship (idk what it’s actually called, he just kinda spends his time on that area hnagdja), cowgirl, praise

wc: 9,381

Lee Juyeon was never someone you considered as a teammate. Sure, you were in the same dance team, but your minds and personalities were worlds apart from each other. He was stubborn and childish, while you strived for perfection; it was a match made in hell. So imagine your reaction when your dance instructor appoints the two of you to work together at the school’s annual dance fesitval! Will the two of you survive?

a/n; hi again! I’m back with my first ever fic for the boyz! i had to write abt my bae juyeon omg fhkdufhusgf. it’s just in time for juyeon month too! anyways, enjoy!

God was testing you, that was for certain.

“Do either of you have any questions?” Your dance instructor gazed at you with doe eyes, genuine curiosity plaguing her features. You, meanwhile, were fighting every urge to scoff right in her face. As a matter of fact, you did have just one question.

What the hell was going on?

“We’ll be fine, Mrs. Kim. We won’t let you down!!” A second voice peaked through your ears. A voice that irked you beyond belief. That voice in question? None other than the personified headache on two legs—Lee Juyeon. The man you’d be trapped with for the next week, choreographing a dance in a genre you knew nothing about. Hesitance lining your frame, you nod to your instructor before she concludes the meeting and escapes the dance practice room. On the outside, you appeared calm and collected, hardly disheveled by the current news. Inside, however? You were screaming and panicking.

To fully relish in the horror of the situation, you have to understand how much of a nuisance Lee Juyeon really was. The two of you could not have been further from each other. You see, Juyeon was not one to care for perfection—to say he was tardy would be an understatement. The hip hop major would show up to team practices on his own terms, which usually meant about 20 minutes past the actual start time, complete with an iced coffee from the convenience store down the street. He would never fail to spend the rest of your joint practice time fooling around with his little goons, cracking jokes that deserved an eye roll—if not more. You, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than perfection. You worked your ass off for a seamless, perfect performance every time, and Juyeon would do nothing but taint that.

You and Lee Juyeon. A ballerina and a hip hop dancer. There was no doubt you two were worlds apart. So, how the hell were you two supposed to work together?

A groan spilt from your lips as you pivoted, turning away from your so-called dance partner. This was all just some sick, torturous dream. None of this was real. Soon, you’d wake up in your comfy bed; in a reality that didn’t involve this duet of nightmares.

“y/n! Wait up!” His voice peaked in your ears again—nails to a chalkboard. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think? I’m going home!” You spat, pivoting back to face him. “Do you really believe we’re gonna be able to work together? We’re complete opposites, Juyeon. Knowing us, there’s no way we’d be able to co-operate. And don’t even get me started on that insane deadline! How are we supposed to get anything done in 5 days?”

Juyeon inches closer to your figure, his hand clinging onto the nape of his neck. “Look, I’m not too stoked for this, either, but it wouldn’t hurt to try and work together.”

You choke, expecting anything but that response. Since when was Juyeon so willing to cooperate? “Are you serious?”

Juyeon nipped at his lips, pausing. His eyes bore through you—there wasn’t a joke in sight. “Almost everyone in our team gets along—except us. It’ll improve our overall teamwork.”

You gulp. Juyeon’s caught you tongue tied. Were you even listening to the same man you knew 5 minutes ago? You look up at the dancer, finally granting him the light of day. His eyes, however, were already on you, practically piercing through your skin.

“I promise, y/n, I won’t let you down.”

His words; they were weird. He’s said that exact phrase already—to your dance instructor after she bore the two of you the bad news. Nevertheless, this time felt different. They felt more genuine. Could you really trust him?

You gulp once more. “Fine.”

As you sat on the bus ride home that night, you gaze at your phone. Your digital calendar was littered with timestamps and reminders; the chaotic schedule you and Lee Juyeon had planned for this god forsaken performance. It was funny, the conception of this small schedule was already enough to spark an argument between the two of you, with him deeming it to be completely useless. May it be the first argument of many.

Your chest, meanwhile, began to tighten at the thought of him. Today alone, it was as if he’d changed over night, flipping on his head like an airplane in turbulence. In the three years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him so considerate, so thoughtful. It made you queasy, sick to the stomach.

Would you even be able to survive?

Juyeon’s car was stuck in the parking lot.

It wasn’t because of poor weather conditions or a case of bad traffic, however. On the outside, everything was fine. Completely normal. And yet, Lee Juyeon couldn’t be bothered to set his car in reverse and drive out of his cramped parking spot. The reason?

Lee Juyeon was stuck on the thought of you.

He wasn’t really sure why, if he was being completely honest. In his mind, you were worlds apart—aside from dance, there was absolutely nothing tethering you two together. The y/n he was familiar with was the definition of uptight and cranky, rarely uttering a word to the people she was supposed to regard as teammates, apart from maybe one person. It was as if the concept of ‘fun’ or ‘relaxation’ were unavailable in your robot itinerary. Your only hobbies consisted of endless practice—hell, you practically lived in the studio—and scowling at Juyeon every time he called you by his nickname.

It was weird. Despite all of that—your reputation and bitter attitude—Juyeon found a burning sensation creeping in his chest every time he thought about you. Every time he walked by the studio well after practice was finished for the day, only to see the cheap lights still flickered on, with your figure still on the dance floor; it was as if motivation burned through his chest. When it came to you, Lee Juyeon didn’t feel the urge to slack off, to skip practice for the day.

He didn’t want to let you down.

Juyeon cleared his throat, adjusting himself in the driver's seat. Motivation. Yeah, that’s it. That’s all it was. It explained the sudden urge to even go through with this performance in the first place. It explained the burning sensations in his chest. Pushing his car shift forward, Juyeon backs his car out of the parking spot he’d been loitering at for what felt like an eternity. The lights of his dashboard blinded him, sending his sorry ass back to reality. A reality where he wasn’t constantly thinking of you. The stone cold princess from another world.

First practice and Juyeon was already driving you insane.

The ivory stained fabric crashed onto the ground, but your fingers were too limp to give a damn.

“You want my number?” You quizzed over your shoulder, too lazy to properly face the boy lacing up his shoes. “What for?”

“I dunno, so we can, like, plan stuff or something?” Juyeon suggested, too busy admiring his own features to spare you a glance. You watched as he lifted a hand to gently stroke his jaw, a self asserting smirk lining his lips before finally giving you the light of day. “Shouldn’t we be, like, talking more for this thing?”

Lacing up your hair away from your face, you shot eagle eyes at your reflection. You wanted to ignore Juyeon’s words, how they were beginning to convince you. And yet, for some reason, you were struggling to do just that. Without hesitation, you curl your body into your first stretching warm up of the day. Never in your life did you think Lee Juyeon wasn’t right. He never was.

“I didn’t know you were so keen on communication” You huff, rolling your eyes. You refuse to make eye contact with Juyeon, though it was something you’ve been struggling with lately.

“Well, I happen to think communication’s key for good teamwork!” the dancer boasted, completing his arm stretches as he sauntered towards you. “What if things change at the last minute, and you have no other way of knowing? Wouldn’t that just make you more stressed?”

Pausing your stretch routine, you nip at the skin of your lips. Only now did you notice a particular figure standing practically flush against you. Your shoulder mere millimeters before his chest. His head dipped close to your cheek, with barely a sliver of space in between your two frames. You barely noticed all of that. And yet, you did almost immediately notice the deep resin of Lee Juyeon’s voice cradling your ear.

“We wouldn’t want our princess getting stressed, now would we?”

Your heart was racing—unwantedly so. What was with that switch up? And don’t even get started on that very new, very weird nickname. You felt your breath shorten, quickening with each second you spent trapped in Juyeon trance, his territory. You were frozen, only managing to move by small increments as you slowly turned to face him. Gazing at your dance partner, you couldn’t help but notice how fast the skin of your cheeks flared up. How quickly your mind drew to a blank. Where on earth did this new Juyeon even come from?

And why were you hesitating to run away?

"W-what are you—" you stutter out, your voice a hush.

Suddenly, a wide and devious grin stretches on Juyeon’s face, his eyes turning into full crescent moons. He huffed out a chuckle before quickly bending down to grab a pen from his bag. You were still so frozen, you didn’t even have the willpower to disobey what he said next.

“Give me your hand,” He requests innocently, a complete 180° from how he was just 5 minutes ago; pure evil. Still not fully out of your trance, you shove your limp hand towards his chest, practically spacing out as he cups your palm in his giant hand. Juyeon scribbles the pen onto your skin, the friction tingling against you—but you didn’t have the resolve to admit you were ticklish. Finally, he lets go of your hand, the lack of warmth lingering in your brain a little longer than you thought it would. Sealing the stationary back up, Juyeon shoots one final grin your way before tossing the pen back in his bag. You glance down at the back of your palm; 10 digits and a poorly drawn heart right beside it. You scowl, though it was really only to hide your rapid heartbeat.

“I’m gonna kill Professor Choi, just watch,” Kim Sunwoo grits through his teeth, holding his head in his hands as he continues to drown in the sea of physics homework. You watched as he slowly regressed further into the floor, the layers of worksheets giving him actual, attainable pain. Your own stack of unfinished assignments was nothing to scoff at, either. With your brain too occupied with the dance festival performance, you had just a sliver of time to actually sit down and work on your assignments.

You watch as Sunwoo trudges upwards, sludging to your kitchen and opening your fridge as if it were his own. He pulls out an emerald can, cracking it open on just one hand. “I’d hate to be in your shoes, though. How do you even balance all this with dancing?”

“Please, don’t even get me started” You leaned back, your arms holding you up as you stretched from your criss-cross position. “That dance festival is more of a pain in the ass than you could ever imagine”

“Oh yeah, right. How’s that going, anyways?”

Your best friend's words had the audacity to summon your brain, to reel your thoughts back to the first practice you’ve ever had with Lee Juyeon. The way his figure was mere millimeters away from yours, his breath grazing your cheek. The way his hand practically swallowed yours whole as he wrote his number on your palm—against your better judgment of staying out of touch. The cheeky little smile he shot at you before wisping away, beginning his stretches. It all stained your brain, plagued you with a madness you couldn’t explain. An unfamiliar swirl danced at the pit of your stomach, as graceful as you would during a dance practice accompanied with little to no sleep the night before. Lee Juyeon was making you sick

You gulp, The crescents of Juyeon’s eye smile in particular staying in your mind for longer than you anticipated. Suddenly, the rubbery texture of an eraser crashing into your nose jolts you awake. “Oi, y/n!”

Clearing your throat, you sit up straight. You needed to get those thoughts out of your head. Fast. “Right, yeah-”

“You’re falling for that Juyeon guy already, I see,” Sunwoo smirks, his eyebrows wiggling infuriatingly. Your eyes spill from their sockets, jaw dropping to the floor.

“What? No! Are you crazy?” You sputter, fidgeting and spazzing like a tree struck by lightning. You chuck your pencil case straight towards his chest; a reflex for his stupidity. Your brows drill to the center of your forehead as you whip your head towards your beloved best friend’s direction. “How do you even know he’s my partner?”

“My lab partner, Jaehyun, rooms with him,” Sunwoo takes a swig of his coke before diving back into his worksheet—or more accurately; his phone. “I guess Juyeon talks about you a lot. I heard he already made his move on the first practice,” Sunwoo said through giggles.

Your chest tightened, that same image of the dancer swimming into your brain. Did he actually talk about you? And why did that even matter?? You steal Sunwoo’s drink, dipping your head back to take in the whole beverage in one fatal swoop. Crashing the can down onto the table, you clear your throat again. “He didn’t make his move okay? He just asked for my number.”

“Well, did you give it to him?” Sunwoo leaned in, curious.

You paused, your breath stuck in your windpipe. You gulped again. “No, are you kidding?”

Almost immediately, you shoot up from your spot on the floor. Stretching your back, you zoom to the kitchen, embarrassment cringing in your chest. You weren’t really sure why you lied. Maybe you were just in denial. Or maybe you just wanted to forget it all. You rummaged through your pantry, diving head first into the snacks you barely even remember purchasing. At least now they served some purpose. You pull out some cheese puffs, obliterating them within seconds. One thing you were completely sure of, is that Sunwoo was anything but right.

You were not falling for Lee Juyeon.

Back at the table, moments before Sunwoo contemplates actually trying to get some work done, a ping pops from your phone. Curiosity overtook him, and seeing as though you were busy digging a hole through your pantry, Sunwoo took it upon himself to open your phone. A silver bar falls from the top of your phone screen, the name sending Kim Sunwoo to the heavenly gates of pride.

Lee Juyeon [7:58 pm]: what time u showing up for practice tmr?

Your best friend was a grinning idiot for the rest of the day.

Juyeon wasn’t at all surprised when he heard music playing from the practice room already. He knew exactly who was in there, practicing to perfection.

He stopped himself just before the practice room doors, his eyes trailing your reflection in the mirror. You were so focused, you couldn’t bother to notice his figure standing right at the door. He leaned against the wall, watching as you moved to the delicate music, your footsteps so nimble they hardly touched the floor. His eyes followed you at every twirl and wide-legged jump you performed, his chest tightening at the sight of you.

Lee Juyeon was in awe.

Toying with the velcro strap of his gym bag, Juyeon’s eyes were physically incapable of leaving you. He wanted nothing more than to watch you dance, to thrive on the dance floor. The burning sensation in his chest soon sunk down, fluttering just above his stomach. Without realizing, his heart raced every time you twirled to the music. Juyeon gulped.

Was he falling for you?

Slowly, Juyeon took a step into the practice room, chucking his bag into the closest corner he could find.

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Currently, you have about eight days left before the performance.

And yet, you were distracted as ever.

The music rummaged through your brain like a gofer to dirt—drilling holes into the parts of your brain that stored its logic and critical thinking. Sweat beaded from the crown of your head—it was natural, considering you’ve lost count of the times you’ve practiced your routine. You twirled into Juyeon’s embrace, your hand in his as he spun you below his arm. The two of your bodies; a well oiled, factory grade machine as you danced under the starry night of the studio room. Effortlessly, each limb guides one move into another, as your two figures near the end of your performance.

You two halt your movements, standing still in the center of the wooden tiled floor. This practice was the utmost crucial; it was the first time you and Juyeon would practice the high point of this whole performance, the main event—the lift.

The act in which one dancer, usually the stronger, grabs their partner by the waist and lifts them above the air. It’s an incredible feat that only the most impressive dancers can truly surpass. Nervousness overtook you, your skin freezing to ice. You’ve never dared to do something so rash, so bold in the entirety of your dancing career.

Could you even do this?

“Are you ready?” A voice chimes in, shocking you awake. Your eyes shoot to the mirror to see Juyeon ghosting your back, his chest flush against your shoulder blades. You gulp, taking extra notice at his hands; most innocently placed at either side of your waist—bare, due to your haphazard ability to get ready in the morning. His fingers felt rough, callous against yours, a metal ring stationed at his middle finger sending more chills down your skin. “y/n?”

A lump jumps out of your throat. For whatever reason, your vocal chords seemed to be sealed shut, no words sliding from your lips in response. Not thinking much of it, your dance partner chuckles at your silence before pulling his hands away from your skin. Something your chest twinges at the loss of his touch, but you chose to ignore it. Juyeon moves to stand right in front of you resting a hand on top of your head as he sends you a smile.

“Don’t worry, I got you, okay?” Juyeon boasts, curling his bicep in a flexing position worth all of the eye rolls on the world. “I worked out extra just for this, you know.”

You hated how easy his words made your stubborn eyes peek at his figure. Your breath hitched, only now noticing how muscular Lee Juyeon really was. You already knew he towered your stature, but only at this very moment did you realize just how built his shoulders were. Your eyes glided down to his hands, equally—if not more—muscular than the rest of his body. The exact same pair of hands responsible for holding you by the waist, sending your figure soaring through the air. An image of that exact occurrence replayed in your mind like a broken record.

With your cheeks flushed beyond belief, you snap your head around, concealing your pathetic figure away from the stupid hip hop major. “Shut up, Juyeon.”

One hesitant nod was all it took before Juyeon’s hand latched onto your waist once again. You gulped. It was a perfect fit. With one last glance at you, Juyeon shoots your body into the air, lifting your frame over his head with his arms. You couldn’t believe it; you were soaring amidst the puff of clouds, defying all of the pitiful limits of human nature. You were flying, it was amazing.

Until it wasn’t.

In about T-minus 10 seconds, reality shook you to your core. You were, in fact, 6 feet in the air, with nothing but a pair of oddly strong hands tethering you to the ground. You were going to die, undoubtedly so. Your body shivered in fear, your hands reaching for Juyeon’s like it was a life source. “Wait—put me down!”

Within seconds, Juyeon listened, propping you back down to the ground. Your body was flush against his, arms knotted around his neck as one of his forearms clung tightly around your waist—never daring to let go. Your heart was jumping out of your chest at the near-death experience. Juyeon’s eyes never pull away from you, worry and fear swelling in each pupil. It was as if all of the immaturity and childishness you associate him with had disappeared from his being, leaving an actually soft, and caring character in its wake. “Oh my god– are you okay!?”

Due to your life literally flashing before your eyes, only at this exact moment did you notice how close you and Juyeon were. Mere millimeters hung between your faces, his raspy breath grazing your skin. Only now did you notice how tight Juyeon kept you against his body as you hung from his neck. An uncomfortable swirl stared at your stomach again, your chest beating rapidly. The two of you stood still; just like that for what felt like ages. The music that accompanied your practice session slowly fading away. It was just you and him. Nothing else in the world surrounded your two frames.

A part of you, however, didn’t completely mind it.

You clear your throat, your two figures jumping apart as you did so. What the hell were you thinking? You hated Lee Juyeon. Everything about him; from his work ethic to his stupid eye smile. Your eyes drill to your feet, realizing that you have yet to answer Juyeon’s question.

“I’m okay.”

You expected the boy to start teasing you. Maybe he’d comment on how ungraceful you were—very unnatural for a ballerina. Or maybe he’d start laughing at you. It was a normal thing to anticipate. But was anything ever normal when it came to Lee Juyeon?

You already knew your answer.

Cotradictingly, Juyeon’s palm gently patted the crown of your head, lightly ruffling the locks of your hair. He shot you another eye smile—a ray of sunshine you needed to protect yourself from. “That’s good, I’m glad.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Why do you care so much?”

His eyes never managed to leave your gaze. “Come on, is it so weird that I care about my dance partner?”

You pull your gaze away. “Yes.”

With a soft chuckle, Juyeon flicks your forehead. “Well, too bad. I care about you, dummy.”

You stayed silent. Why was your heart fluttering?

Checking the weather app was simply useless, not with the rain droplets crashing into the walls and windows of the campus lobby.

You looked through the glass, defeat pulling your shoulders further into the tiled floor. Bussing home in this weather would be near to impossible with the harsh showers. And what makes it all worse? A quick check on your bus app only lets you know how late your designated bus is; approximately 20 minutes.

The jingle of keys creep up from behind you, summoning an eye roll almost immediately. You didn’t even need to turn around to know who the owner of the metal even was—it had Lee Juyeon written all over it. You scowl, hugging your body as you continue to face away from him. He probably was only here to flaunt how unfucked he was, a strong contrast to how fucked you were.

“How are you getting home?” Juyeon speaks up anyways. Typical.

“Bus.” You murmur, turning to him. “Look, if you’re here to tease me or something, save it. I’m not feeling it.”

“Woah! Okay, for your information, I wasn’t planning on teasing you.” Juyeon throws up his hands in defense, as if you held him at gunpoint. “In fact, I was gonna ask if you wanted a ride.”

Your eyes lit up for a second. A ride. Protection from the outdoors. It was everything you’ve ever wanted. You clear your throat. No. This was Lee Juyeon. It didn’t matter if he was being considerate, or sweet even. This was anything but what you wanted. You needed to get a grip.

“I’m alright, thanks,” Your voice was soft, hesitant.

“You sure?” He quizzed, your silence overwhelming him with his answer. He huffed a sigh, pausing before unzipping his bag and rummaging through the fabric. “Suite yourself, but you should at least take this.”

Dropping his gym bag, Juyeon inches closer to you. For a split second, his arms wrap around your frame, sending a sharp inhale through your chest, your chest which had already felt tight since he first moved closer to you. His warmth lingered in your mind. The sounds of crashing rain began to fade away—though the skies never cleared up. It was as if you were hallucinating, moments away from losing your mind. After a few seconds, he opens up his arms, draping fabric over your shoulders. It was an instant warmth.

“What’s this?”

“My jacket—you’ll freeze to death if you go out like this!”

You glance down at your outfit; a cropped sweater made from some cheap fabric, and leggings summoning anything but warmth. Your partner was right, you weren’t prepared in the slightest. “Oh… What about you?”

You gulp. Since when did you care?

“I’ll be fine. I’m driving anyway. Plus, I’m still pretty hot from practice.”

You felt a specific heat creep onto your cheeks, until you realized that Juyeon was only talking about sweating. You idiot. You hide behind the fabric, eyes trailing the ground. “Uh, thanks.”

He pulls your—or, more rightfully, his— hood over your head, patting the crown gently. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but feel this weird swirl at the pit of your stomach. “Take care, y/n!”

Currently, Juyeon’s friends were congregating on his couch. The objective of this meeting? Planning the house party that was set for this weekend, the last thing on the list being who they were going to invite. Though Juyeon had his own, more personal objective; to stop thinking about the most recent practice with you—it’s been plaguing his mind all afternoon. And he was failing. Pathetically.

“What about y/n? Should we invite her?” Juyeon heard his own voice through his confused ears. His mind—all proper reasoning—was clearly lacking behind; he could tell from the confused stares that were plastered on all of his friend’s faces. Clearly, Juyeon missed the memo on “close friends only” being this party’s apparent theme. Could anyone really blame him, though? In his very weak defense, he was too caught up on the thought of you to listen.

“Park y/n? Your dance partner for that festival thing, right?” Lee Jaehyun, his roommate and best friend, cocks an eyebrow; perplexed beyond belief. “You sure? I heard she's a little weird.”

Juyeon grew the slightest bit bitter at his roommate’s words, though he couldn’t explain it.

“Oh yeah,” Ju Haknyeon, another one of Juyeon’s friends, chimed in, his back leaning into the plush of the beat up couch. “She’s in my psych. class this term. She’s always got her hand up like her life depended on it, bro. It’s kind of creepy, if you ask me.”

Juyeon could feel his knuckles tensing. Who was he to call you creepy?

Kim Younghoon, the last of Juyeon’s clique, leans forward, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth like a complete mouth. He didn’t even bother to swallow before chiming in. “I heard she’s a total pain during your guy’s dance practice—Changmin’s told me a few things, anyway. Is she always so bossy around you guys?”

A flame rose in Juyeon’s chest. His friends were making it infuriatingly clear; they didn’t know jack shit about you. With his hands subconsciously rolled into fists, Juyeon rose from the couch, towering over his careless friends. In all honesty, it took Juyeon every fiber of his being to not punch the living daylights out of each and everyone of them. Though, again, he couldn’t pinpoint the reason.

“Okay, no, you guys got it all wrong,” Juyeon began, startling the three boys below him. “y/n’s none of those things! She’s not weird or creepy, she’s just smarter than you could ever dream of being. She’s confident and strives for the best. And when it comes to dance, no one on that team has the strength and power that she has—she's one of the best dancers I know!”

Juyeon’s voice grew soft. Gentle. “y/n—she’s amazing.”

Juyeon didn’t realize just how out of breath he was until he finished his little performance. His body just acted on its own; a habit he’s seemed to have picked up since he got to know you. His three friends were practically in shock, their jaws grazing the carpet they stood on.

“Damn dude—I didn’t know,” Jaehyun muttered in a hushed voice, genuinely terrified for his life. “How come you got such a soft spot for her?”

Juyeon nipped at his lips, his chest rising. Though he didn’t know why.

He gulped. Who was he kidding? He’s known the whole time.

“‘Cause I like her.”

“You don’t get a choice young lady!” Sunwoo’s voice peaked a little too powerfully through your phone’s speaker. You winced at the volume, though he couldn’t care less. “You’re going to that party!”

The party in question? The house party, located at the Lee Juyeon and Lee Jaehyun residence. The reason why you were so hesitant in going? The one and only Lee Juyeon giving you a personal invite, of course.

You didn’t have a clue at what sick game Juyeon was trying to play with you. To your understanding, this last minute performance should have only kept the two of you as close as coworkers from a typical 9-5 would be. You had no intention of keeping in touch with the childish and irritating dancer, absolutely none. So, why should you even consider saying yes to that absurd invitation. And besides, with certain recent events still replaying in your mind unwillingly, you thought it best to avoid seeing the hip hop boy for more than you needed to. You knew all of this, but why was Sunwoo so slow on piecing it together?

“Why are you so pent up about this?” You groaned. “You care about that party more than I do!”

“For starters, going to any party’s going to increase your chances of making more friends. And, like, you can’t only have one friend in uni, y/n. That’s kinda sad.”

“You’re literally that friend, asshole,” you mutter, seriously considering changing that notion right now.

“Doesn’t matter, you need to go out more! Live a little! Life isn't just about school and dance, you know?” Sunwoo sounded genuine, though his next words were a complete slap in the face to that notion. “Plus, you can be my wing-woman so I can get a date at this party.”

You groan, drowning in Sunwoo’s infuriating chuckle. Minutes before you were about to hang up on him, unsolicited, your best friend chimes in again.

“And besides… I have a sneaking suspicion you’re starting to warm up to that Juyeon guy.”

You choke, not once expecting that name to come out of Sunwoo’s mouth. You hate to admit it, but you weren’t so sure if Sunwoo was wrong anymore. You never looked at him with the same fury you had just a couple of weeks ago. He never showed up late to your practices and actually took in the feedback you gave him. You could barely recognize the guy, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. The image of his stupid eye smile pops in your brain again, and you huff a groan.

“What makes you say that?” You ask anyway, practically swimming in denial.

“‘Cause you, Park y/n, have finally stopped denying it.” Sunwoo answered, a smug grin swiping across his face. Shit. Could he really see right through you so easily? “The old y/n would’ve shut me up immediately, you know.”

You gulp. How stupid were you? “Shut up.”

“Guess it’s settled!” Sunwoo practically jumped for joy, you could sense it through the phone. “I’ll pick you up at 8!”

Note to self: never listen to a word Kim Sunwoo says. It’s a lesson you learnt the hard way.

You push through the seemingly endless wave of university students, the stench of booze drilling through your nostrils. The neon lights pierced your eyes, you were convinced you were about to go blind. Though, you figured going blind wouldn’t have been so bad at the moment; you wanted nothing more than to unsee the poor puking freshman on your right, or the horny couple making out on your left. And worst of all? It seems that Kim Sunwoo had just disappeared into thin air; you couldn’t find him no matter where you searched.

This was bad. Really bad. You see, Sunwoo wasn’t lying earlier when it came to not having any other friends. In fact, you were currently drowning in a sea of unfamiliar faces. You contemplated how the hell someone could know so many people. You, on the other—more unfortunate hand—only knew one other person. A person that could’ve gone to the moon and back by now; you’d be none the wiser.

You clung onto the red solo cup as if your life depended on it. In reality, you knew one other person at this house party.

But was your heart ready to face him?

Truth is, your mind hasn’t stopped wandering to the image of Lee Juyeon ever since that last practice. The way he held you in his arms, lifted you in the air; it all stained your brain. The way he danced with you; elegant and graceful. His form and vigor when he completed each and every step of your routine; it never failed to give you butterflies. The way he reassured you at every sliver of worry that shined through your brow, or the way he protected you from such small things like the rain. He was there to comfort you; to shine a sliver of sunlight your way. To make your grumpy ass, smile, just once.

Maybe it was working.

A glimmer of bronze liquid shot down your throat. It burned. What were you thinking? Falling for Juyeon? You couldn’t.

So why were you sitting on his goddamn couch? At a house party he invited you to?

Another big gulp slides down your throat, your tongue numb to the taste this time around.

Before inviting you to the party, Juyeon contemplated your alcohol tolerance. It was natural, considering the amount of booze set aside for the party was nothing to scoff at. However, once the party was nearing its end, and with only a few people left at the Lee Residence—Juyeon definitely had an idea or two. Though your napping figure on the couch was a dead giveaway.

Your figure only took over ⅓ of the couch, your body curled into a ball as your head rested on the back of the furniture. Your knees were tucked into your chest, your arms wrapping around them like the ribbon to a Christmas present. Red solo cups were littered around the floor and around you, most toppled over; all of them empty. Who knew you were the type to drink so heavy? Juyeon swiftly stripped off his zip up, draping it over you on instinct.

The more Juyeon looked at you, the more his heart pounded.

Juyeon placed himself on the couch—right beside you. The weight of his figure pulled yours further down, your head dropping down onto his shoulder. Juyeon’s face ignited, he’s never felt more happy to be in a room without people. He leaned closer to your frame—it was warm, toasty. Your breath reeked of booze, but for some reason, it didn't matter right now.

He stared at the way strands of your hair fell between your eyes, your eyelashes that could sweep the sky. It was something he never witnessed during your practices, mostly because you wouldn’t give him the chance to be near you. You were so stoic and cold normally, seeing you so soft and delicate was beyond new. You made his heart flutter. He couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips were, how they practically glistened under the living room lamp light.

He wanted to kiss you.

A snore pushes from your figure, jolting him awake from his delusion. You hand, practically limp, inching closer to his so innocently.

He couldn’t kiss you. Not like this.

“Oh my god, there you are!” A voice pops up from Juyeon’s right. The figure of a sophomore—presumably Kim Sunwoo appears. He turns his attention to him. “Hey, sorry about all this. It’s y/n’s first time at a party like this… I should’ve been more careful.”

“No worries,” Juyeon smiles. His hands ghost your shoulders, a tremor in his movements. “She’s, uh, safe with me.”

“I think our ride’s gonna be here soon, could you maybe gimme a hand?” Sunwoo runs a hand through the nape of his neck. Juyeon only nods, his attention rushing back towards you as he senses a soft touch grazing against his finger.

It was you, fidgeting with his fingers in your sleep, completely unaware.

God, you were killing him.

Gently, Juyeon shuffles around, picking you up from the couch in a way so desperate to not wake you up, and follows Sunwoo out the door with you in his arms.

You were about to make your way into the dance practice room for your final practice that week when an image stopped you in your tracks like a deer in headlights. It was Juyeon. He beat you to the practice room, rehearsing his part of the routine before you even showed up.

You caught your bag moments before it hit the floor. You would have never expected someone like Juyeon practicing extra. Hell, you were surprised he actually showed up to your scheduled practices to begin with.

You found yourself stepping back to watch Juyeon dance. Your eyes were in a trance, spellbound by him. You couldn’t get over how fluid and elegant, yet powerful his movements were. It didn’t matter how much of a slacker he was, one thing was for sure: Juyeon never lacked in a performance. Your chest tightens at the sight of him as you gulp. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him and his skin tight black shirt, with gray sweatpants hung snug at his hips. Nor his hair, practically drenched of sweat as it hung over his eyes.

Why couldn’t you stop looking at him?

Were you actually falling for him?

A water break. A calming water break. That was all you ever wanted. Instead, you got your mind split eight different ways.

A sudden warmth ghosted behind your shoulder. Juyeon’s chest brushes right up against your shoulder blade, his palm lightly clinging onto your waist as he slithers past you to grab his water bottle that was right beside yours. Your skin jumps straight into goosebump hell, sparks skidding off of the surface—fireworks. Juyeon’s hands were warm to the touch, a stark contrast to your frozen figure. You hated how soft his skin felt. Your heartbeat skyrocketed, your systems rebooted. All because of a little touch. You’re pathetic.

“Excuse my reach,” he said, infuriatingly innocent.

You wanted to scream at him. You drank your water instead.

After moving away, the two of you stood in silence, only the music of your performance looping every now and then. You thought it was normal—considering you’ve practically spent your entire time at school hating this man, it was natural you didn’t have much to talk about. Though, clearly, Juyeon thought it peculiar.

“Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You snort. “You say that like we talk often.”

Juyeon looks away from you. “Well, maybe I want us to talk more.”

Your heart was thumping rapidly again. You grip onto the fabric near your chest as an effort to slow down its pace. A failed attempt, anyway. The pit of your stomach fluttered at his smooth words. You, however, didn’t give way to his request, staying silent as you gulped down more of your water. Maybe then Juyeon would stop shaking you up so much.

“Oh, wait—stay still, y/n,” Juyeon’s voice popped in your ears once again. You watched as his hand swerved up towards your forehead. You felt his fingertips brush up against you, the back of his hand sliding down your cheek as he detangled strands of your stubborn hair. He huffs out a chuckle, eyes never leaving your sight. “You’re hair’s a little wonky–”

You weren’t fully recovered from the last unwanted touch from Lee Juyeon, circa 2 minutes ago. That was for sure. You’ve had it. You’ve had enough of his teasing. You needed answers. With your chest still ablaze, you swat Juyeon’s hand away, leaving the boy all doe-eyed and confused. You ball up your fist, pivoting to stand right in front of him. To stand your ground.

“Just stop!” Your voice boomed. Your chest heaved as your eyes drilled through his. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What do you mean, I’m just—”

“I’m not just talking about this, I’m talking about everything! Why the hell are you so sweet to me? Why do you go out of your way to take care of me? Are you trying to toy with me or something? God, you’re driving me insane, Juyeon!” You utter, defeated. You fiddle with your sleeves, steam practically poofing from your ears.

Juyeon huffs a sigh from his chest, slowly taking steps around your agitated figure. “For your information, I’m not just toying with you.” He gazes at you from the reflection of the dance mirror, his voice traveling from behind. “I do genuinely care about you, y/n. I want to be sweet to you, I want to do all of those things. I like you, y/n”

I like you, too, you thought.

Though in reality, you choke, your heart caught in your throat. You couldn’t seem to look away from him as you gulped. “We can’t like each other, Juyeon,” Your voice was a hush. “We’re too different. We’re worlds apart.”

“I’d move worlds just to have a chance with you.” Juyeon rasped, his voice cradling your ear.

Your eyes widen. Your heartbeat was overpowering your ear drums. All you could hear were the constant thumps of the muscle. And all you could think about was Lee Juyeon. Suddenly, that same warmth cocoons your shoulder blades and your chest tightens. From the reflection on the mirror, you watch as Juyeon’s fingers brush against your wrist, moving down to your fingers. You watched as his left hand stayed with yours, as his right switched paths and landed on your bare waist. Your breath hitched.

“Juyeon, we can’t…” You practically whimpered, not having the strength to finish.

Juyeon’s lips were mere millimeters from the shell of your ear. “Are you sure?” His right hand suddenly lifts and begins to trace small shapes against your waist, his touch tingling you beyond belief. His left hand lifts your limp wrist right up against his lips. Instead of looking at your reflection, Juyeon looks right at you—the real you—before his voice drops to barely a whisper.

“Make me stop, then.”

Juyeon kisses your wrist, pulling away your sleeves as he peppers soft kisses against your skin. With his right hand, his strokes against your skin grew stronger and wider, his index toying with the hem of your cropped shirt. You squeeze your eyes shut, your face flush as your stomach flutters. Your head was spinning, you rested it on his collarbone. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Don’t stop.”

Chuckling, Juyeon drops your hand, his palm cupping your cheek as he spins you to face him. Your breaths grew shallow at the sight of him. His eyes deepened as they gazed into you, pierced through you. You watched his breaths falter just like yours, picking at his lips and gulping before he speaks again.

“Can I kiss you, y/n?”

“Please.”

That's all it took for Juyeon to dive into you, encasing his lips into yours. It was rough and rugged. As if he’d been restraining himself for years, maybe even centuries. With one hand still cupping your cheek, another one of his hands cross your back, pulling your figure up against his chest. Your hands, which were once clinging desperately onto the fabric of his sleeves, now roped around his neck. Your hand snaked towards his head, your fingers toying with a lock of his hair. On command, Juyeon grunts, his grasp around you tightening. His hold on your lips tightened with it.

Butterflies exploded at the pit of your stomach. It was as if a burdening weight had been lifted off of your shoulders—you were practically floating in the air. You didn’t have to hide anymore, you didn’t have to run. You could say with pride.

You liked Lee Juyeon.

“That was amazing, you two!” Your dance instructor beams as you and Lee Juyeon saunter back into the dressing room, heaving and sweating. The two of you had just finished your performance for the school’s annual club festival; a standing ovation. Your dance instructor was jumping with joy, swiping through the unfocused pictures she took of the performance with her phone and her unstable grasp. After mumbling something about letting the school newspaper know, and giving the both of you quick hugs, she runs out the door—leaving you two alone.

Your eyes gaze upon the vanity mirror, eyeing your performance dress. It was covered in loose red sequins, you were a shimmering flame. A few detached sequins were scattered atop your shoulders—and Juyeons. They most likely came off while dancing, jumping onto his black, tight fit blazer, complete with red accent pieces and a particularly low set neckline, exposing his bare chest. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you had snuck in a look or two. Juyeon looked too good to pass up.

Besides, it seems like he’d say the same thing right now.

Juyeon’s eyes drilled through you. His figure slowly inched closer to you, his hands hugging the edges of your waist once he got close enough. It seems as though it was his favourite place to hold you—and you didn’t mind. It gave you butterflies every single time. His lips traced your jaw, peppering a small kiss before whispering in your ear. “You look beautiful, y/n.”

You hum a chuckle, sliding a hand up his chest and around his neck. “Too bad my dress is coming off soon.”

Juyeon’s eyebrows shoot up to the sky. “That was bold.”

You smack his shoulder. “Not that! I meant that the dress isn’t mine, dumbass. I’ll have to change out of it before I leave tonight. You, too!”

“Oh right.” Juyeon deadpanned, pouting before a light bulb buzzed from the crown of his head. After his steps cause you to move backwards, Juyeon lifts you slightly and plops you on the surface of the vanity desk. With his hands on each of your thighs, Juyeon leans forward, his face barely a centimeter apart from yours. Your lips, just breaths away from his. “Maybe I can be of some assistance?”

“You’re so dumb, Juyeon.” You punch his chest with no actual force. In truth, you wanted him, right then and there. You ball up his collar into your fist, pulling him in for a kiss. A groan lifts from your chest as you cling around his neck. Juyeon moves closer to you, ever so slightly spreading your legs apart. His hands, still on your thigh, trail up the skin, his fingers peeking through the hem of your skirt. His touch elicits another moan from your lips, making you pull from your kiss.

“Juyeon” You whimper.

Juyeon cups your cheek. “Not now, baby. I can only have you for myself. We need to go somewhere private.”

Your breath hitched. “Then take me home.”

Your skin was on fire as Juyeon laid you on the plush of your bed. Lee Juyeon was cruel—giving you a taste of him right before making you wait. Juyeon leans into you, deepening the kiss, a hand sinking down into the mattress beside you. His tongue swipes at your lips, demanding for an opening. You grant it, his tongue dancing inside the walls or your mouth. It slides against yours; a performance of bliss. You moan, your arms clinging from underneath his shoulders, your grip growing tighter. You weren’t going to let him slip through your fingertips. You weren’t going to lose him. Not again.

Juyeon’s hand wandered mischievously, his touch teasing you. One hand pressed against your bare thigh—it didn’t take him much to get you in just a shirt and panties. He traces your skin slowly. Painfully slow. His other hand slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, moving straight to the swell of your breasts. He took your breast in his large hand, massaging your skin. He takes your nipple in his fingers, swirling the tip with his pads. It sends your head spinning, your back arching and your chest pushing closer to him. You mewl at his touch. You needed more.

Your lips pop apart, swollen from the pressure. Juyeon wouldn’t dare to look away from you. His hands move again.

“Does this make you feel good?” His breath was hot and heavy—it burned against your lips. You barely muster a whisper. “Yes—more.”

He pressed another hand right on your other breast, playing with your nipple. It sent you soaring, dirty noises lifting from your lips. It was a sight for sore eyes, seeing you so pent up just for him. Juyeon replaces his hand with his lips, peppering kisses all over your breast. Claiming it as his own. He takes his sweet time, leaving love bites and hickeys trailing up and down your skin. His lips envelope your center, his tongue swirling your hardened peak. Your moans grow louder as you grip a lock of his hair—sending him into overdrive. He groans into your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

His hand was merely centimeters away from the place you needed him most. Your core was throbbing, aching for his touch. It soaked the wimpy fabric. You grip his hair harder, growing irritated from how much he was teasing you. Juyeon only snickers, lightly pressing into your clothed folds with his thumb, sending shockwaves down your body. “How bad do you want me, baby?”

You subconsciously jut your hips forward, pressing his thumb ever so slightly further into your core. You were getting restless. “So bad, Juyeon. I need you—everything.”

After teasing your clothed core, Juyeon pulled over the wet fabric, leaving your pussy bare, open. Slowly, Juyeon pushes a finger into your core, his pad dancing in your walls. You sharply inhale at the length of his fingers. Fuck, his hands were big. His calloused knuckles grazed your insides. A moan jumps from your lips as Juyeon pumps in another finger—filling your core up more. The thrusts of his wrists grew faster, your walls coming in tighter, moments before collapsing at his touch. You prop yourself up, looking down to watch the dirty image of Juyeon’s hands fucking your pussy mindless. Juyeon pumps a third finger, curling all three of them as he reaches deeper inside you. Your core was throbbing as you failed to stifle all the dirty noises leaping from your throat.

You instinctively thrust into his hands, making him reach more. though you didn’t need to try too hard; not with Juyeon’s long fingers fucking you deep already. Juyeon’s lips swipe at your jaw, peppering kisses and tracing his tongue around your skin. You were convinced you were seeing stars. But you knew Juyeon wasn’t done just yet. Juyeon’s thumb begins to swipe circles around your clit. It was the same motion your head was spinning in from the bliss of his touch.

Your walls tightened around his fingers, his thrusts grew rampant and primal. You threw your head back—your body was out of your control, now. It was all his.

“Juyeon,” you said his name without realizing.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over me.”

And you did. With one last groan of his name, you came undone by his fingers. Your juices coated his palm, as well as a little pool in between the wrinkles of your innocent bedsheets. After gaining just the smallest bit of consciousness, you look up at Juyeon. A tent of fabric propped up right below his torso.

Just then, you had an idea. Gathering up all of your strength, you pushed Juyeon down into the bed. You climb over top of him, his clothed bulge rubbing against your raw pussy. You pressed a hand down his chest, dipping your head to whisper in his ear. “Can I ride you?”

Juyeon groans, gripping onto your hips. “Fuck, yes.”

You tug down at his waistband, and the two of you work together to pull down his pants. His length reveals itself, throbbing at a stiff peak. It caught you tongue tied. There was a reason his hands were so big. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you unrolled the condom. The latex summoned a groan from him, his finger digging into your skin. You positioned your entrance at his tip, a stark inhale running through your chest as you finally sunk into his length. Yours and his moans intertwine, dancing in the night sky as you began your slow thrusts.

Juyeon’s cock grazed against all of your walls, the friction was driving you insane. He filled you up, fucked you deep. He throbbed into your walls, exploring you deeper than you could ever imagine. You wanted, no, needed more, thrusting faster into his length. He was hitting all of your spots, he was perfect. Lewd noises circled around your bodies; your skin slapping into each other, the premature juices webbing in and out of your core, the repeated calling out of each other’s names. Juyeon’s grip on your hips grew tighter, his forearms tensing to bring you closer to him; to bring him deeper into you. Your thrusts grew dirty, readjusting yourself to get more power in each thrust using your feet. Juyeon brings a hand behind you, palming and massaging your ass.

You could feel your walls clamping in again, tightening around his cock. Clearly he could feel it, too. It was obvious with the way his hips push forward, his head drilling into the pillow. Though it wasn’t long until you had your head thrown back—drowning in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re tight, y/n.” Juyeon rasped in between grunts. Though you were too busy in your own world. You only mewl, thrusts becoming messy and unpampered. “Your pussy feels so good, it fits my cock just right.”

Juyeon sneaks a mischievous finger to rub your clit again. He drilled against your sweet spot, your mind trapped in a haze. A dream just with Lee Juyeon. With one last conjoined moan, the two of you crash into each other, cumming in unison. Your hot juices overflow, pooling between your two figures.

Exhausted, you plop beside him. He greets you with his signature eye smile—one infecting you personally as you smile back at him. He encases your frame in an embrace, his forehead wiggling into the crook of your neck. “You did so good, baby.”

You embrace him back, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. “You dummy.”

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Son of Hermes (Lee Hyunjae x Reader)

Pairing: Lee Hyunjae (The Boyz) x fem!Reader

Genre: demigod!au, Camp Halfblood!au

Summary: You're the first Aphrodite Kid that successfully used Charmspeak on Hyunjae, now he wants to figure out why that is

Word Count: 3,379

A/N: I wrote this in 2021 and never uploaded it, but I thought since the Percy Jackson series is out now, you might like it :) Enjoy - Admin J

Hyunjae is a well known son of Hermes in the camp. One of the biggest troublemakers in Camp and due to the fact that he often hangs out with the Aphrodite Cabin, they are mostly the subject of his pranks. Whether it is putting hair dye in shampoo or hiding makeup, he wasn't scared of the Aphrodite kids. As long as he had been in Camp Half-Blood none of them had ever successfully used charmspeak on him, which led to him claiming he was immune to it. New Campers often assumed he was a son of Aphrodite, as you had to admit he was handsome and he had no shame flaunting it, but then they suddenly meet him in the Hermes cabin. Hyunjae is one of those demigods that spends the whole year in Camp, so he has lots of friends even in other cabins. He's just very talkative. During the times that the kids are gone from camp for school there are often little matches between the older demigods. Hyunjae usually sits out of them, he doesn't enjoy fighting, but that doesn't mean he's bad at it. He loves playing in capture the flag, usually he's the one to lay some traps and play tricks on the other team.

Not a lot of Aphrodite children stayed in Camp for the whole year, but you did. One day you were sitting on the porch of your Cabin, having a little talk with your siblings Chanhee and Younghoon, when you spotted Hyunjae already walking towards the Demeter cabin holding a little bottle in his hand. You assumed he was trying to pull a prank on them.

"What do you think you're doing?" You called out to him and caught his attention, so now he was coming over to Cabin 10. "What do you mean Y/N? I'm not doing anything?" he didn't even try to hide the bottle of shampoo, you guessed there was hair dye in there. He had played the same trick on you and your siblings a while ago, the light red shimmer in your hair still obvious when sun was shining on your hair.

"Don't lie. What were you trying to pull?" you questioned him further. For a second his eyes seemed to widen and then words spilled out of his mouth, "I was trying to prank them with putting hair dye in their shampoo." You blinked a few times. Had he just admitted what he was trying to do? Usually he just denied everything.

"Don't do that! Just go back to your cabin." You groaned annoyed with Hyunjae's behavior and waved him off. On every normal day Hyunjae would have started to argue, but he just turned around and walked back to his Cabin. "If you want to dye someone's hair so bad, dye your own." You shouted after him, still perplexed by his actions. "Did that just happen?" Chanhee snorted, hiding his laugh behind his hand. "What's wrong with him, he didn't even argue." Still looking into the direction that Hyunjae had walked off to. "You're asking that when you're the one who used charmspeak on him?" Younghoon also laughed, while leaning onto the door way of the Cabin.

Quickly turning to look at Younghoon, "I did what?" Never once in your live had you used charmspeak before, at this point you were sure you were one of the Aphrodite kids that couldn't use it, so how could you have used it on the one guy that kept on bragging being immune to it. "This is great! I've got to tell Sunwoo and Changmin about it." Chanhee stood up still laughing and you watched him run off to find his friends from the Ares Cabin.

You were still gaping at the revelation of the fact that you actually were able to use charmspeak. "Should I apologize?" you asked Younghoon unsure of what to do. "Why? You did nothing wrong, you stopped him from pulling a prank." Younghoon assured you that you did nothing wrong, but you still felt some guilt for unknowingly using charmspeak on Hyunjae.

Later that day during lunch Eric, another Hermes kid came up to you, "Y/N, did you really charmspeak Hyunjae?" Your red cheeks already gave away the right answer. "It wasn't on purpose. I didn't even know I could use it!" you defended yourself. Eric laughed at you trying to wave it off, you looked really guilty. "Don't worry! He deserved it." Eric smiled trying to calm you down.

"By the way, where is Hyunjae? Is he trying to sneak into one of the Cabins again?" you tried looking for Hyunjae, but he was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't unusual for him to miss lunch because that was the time he normally pulled his pranks, but after getting caught this morning you didn't think he would try again. "He has been in the washroom for the past few hours, i don't really know what he's doing." The young Hermes boy stated before leaving.

~*~

The day was ending with a campfire, where the remaining campers were having some fun grilling marshmallows and other stuff, just using the last few days of summer, before autumn would hit the camp.

You were sitting beside Younghoon and a girl from the Hecate Cabin who were happily feeding each other roasted marshmallows, on your other side Chanhee was eating crackers from a small bag offering one to you once in a while. Listening to Kevin and some other Apollo kids sing campfire songs and the sounds of nature from the forest. Your attention was on the fire, at least until you heard footsteps approach. Hyunjae entered the little place together with some of his friends from the Hermes Cabin, his hair was now shimmering in light blond, which was a big contrast to his usual dark brown. "Oh god! That's my fault I made him dye his hair. But why does he look so good?" You shook Chanhee's arm in shock, not even realizing you had spoken the last sentence out loud until Chanhee broke into laughter. "I don't think he minds it. If he hated it he probably would have already been at your cabin to complain." Changmin who was sitting next to Chanhee told you. You let your eyes follow Hyunjae who was sitting down a little further away from you, but quickly pretended you didn't when you made eye contact as he sat down.

You tried your best to avoid more eye contact with Hyunjae, but somehow still caught yourself glancing into his direction once in a while. As Changmin said, he really didn't seem angry, he was constantly joking around and laughing with his friends, even once singing a duet with Kevin while lightly swinging from side to side. When the night came and it got dark, you felt yourself grow tired and yawned a few times before excusing yourself and making your way back to the Aphrodite Cabin. Before you could reach your cabin though, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you to the pier with them.

When you came to a halt and the person turned around you realized it was Hyunjae. "You used charmspeak on me earlier, didn't you?" he hissed at you and his eyes looked you up and down. You hand went up defensively, "It wasn't on purpose, I promise. I didn't even know I could do that." "You're telling me you never did that before?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow, as if he was challenging you. "No really. It was the first time I ever used charmspeak."

Hyunjae looked intensely into your eyes, trying to figure out if you were lying to him or not. "No one was ever able to use charmspeak on me. Why would you be the first?" He questioned. The way he worded it made you angry, as if he was looking down on you and your siblings. "How am I supposed to know?" You argued and ripped free from his grip on your arm before leaving him stand alone on the pier. Who did he think he was? Speaking down to you like that? Sure, it wasn't nice of you to charmspeak him, but it wasn't like you did that on purpose. He probably was scared you would ruin his reputation, but it's not like you went around bragging about the fact that you had charmspeaked him.

The next morning when you came into the dining pavilion to get breakfast, the Hermes table was already filled with campers. You could feel Hyunjae's eyes on you, but when you gave him a side glance he looked away and went back to the conversation he was having with Eric. Sitting down, you wondered what they were so actively arguing about, but you couldn't hear their voices from where you were sitting.

"Honestly I don't get it, who is she that she can just charmspeak me like that?" Hyunjae groaned as his eyes followed you, at least until you glanced at him, that's when he looked away. He tried to not seem startled, but honestly he was. "Do you think it's because you like her?" Eric asked, curiously looking at his brother.

Hyunjae choked on his drink when he took in Eric's words. "What do you mean?" He coughed, "I don't like her?! How would you come to that conclusion?" Eric snickered at his puzzled expression. "Hmm, let me think." He started in a teasing voice, pretending to be thinking hard, "When Y/N came to Camp, she was all you could talk about. Sometimes when she and her siblings are at the beach you stare at her and it's hard to get your attention again. Ever since Y/N was determined as a daughter of Aphrodite, you started pulling pranks on Cabin 10, before you just said it wasn't fun because they didn't fight back. I think you're just trying to get her attention."

Hyunjae was baffled, he was lost for words. He had never realized how obvious his behavior was, but now that the younger Hermes son had told him, he was a bit embarrassed. However he had to admit, that everything Eric had pointed out was true. Even when he pulled his hair dye prank on you, he was completely mesmerized at how beautifully you had pulled off the red hair. Sure as a daughter of Aphrodite you were always pretty, but to Hyunjae you stood out more than any of your siblings.

"Stop spreading this bullshit!" He said jumping up from his seat with bright red cheeks, before running out of the pavilion, leaving a snickering Eric behind. From your seat a few tables away you wondered what had gotten Hyunjae so flustered, but also didn't care enough to walk up to Eric and ask him.

Later that day when you were playing a card game with some of your siblings in your cabin there was suddenly a loud signal noise ringing through camp. It surprised you, the last time you had heard that signal was quite a long while ago, if you remembered correctly it had been your second year of camp back then. "Y/N, what is going on?" One of the younger cabin residents looked up at you. "It's fine, were just having some visitors. Let's go greet them." When you went to the front of Camp you were already met with a bunch of other Campers from other Cabins.

In front of the campers was a group of girls all carrying a bow and other weapons. "Who are they?" Younghoon's girlfriend from the Hecate cabin whispered to you. "The Hunters of Artemis." You whispered back, but before you could say more the group of girls parted and a small girl with an enormous aura walked up to the front. The Campers started to bow down in front of her, the power that a goddess held.

It was your second time seeing the goddess Artemis outside of the field trips you sometimes made to Olympus, but the power she held was only growing stronger with time. Chiron, one of the authorities in Camp, walked up to her and shortly bowed to her, before leading her away from the bunch of Campers to have a talk. The crowd around the Hunters also thinned out, but a lot of Campers stayed close by, still eyeing them suspiciously.

"Come on, let's go back too." You heard Younghoon say to his girlfriend and it snapped you out of your trance as well. Together with Younghoon, his girlfriend and Chanhee you went back to the Aphrodite Cabin. "Who was that girl? Why did we bow to her?" The Hecate girl asked curiously while holding onto Younghoon's arm. "Artemis." Chanhee spoke and she gasped. You giggled, remembering your reaction had been the same when you first saw her.

At lunch Artemis had already left. Chiron announced that her Hunters would be staying at Camp for a little while, as Artemis had something to take care of on Olympus. "That means we'll be playing capture the flag again right?" Chanhee groaned, not even trying to hide his hate for the game. Right then Chiron announced the Capture the flag game would take place in the afternoon. Chanhee groaned again clear disgust on his face.

Before the game started all the Campers met at the fire place to plan a strategy. The whole meeting was led by Sangyeon from the Zeus Cabin and the head of the Athena Cabin. "So we need someone to attack, I assume the Ares Cabin would like to do that?" Sangyeon asked and the cheers erupting from the Ares kids was enough to answer his question.

"The Hermes Cabin will lay traps, but always walk in pairs of two! understood?" The head of Athena ordered, nods and murmurs from the Hermes kids followed until one of them spoke up, "If we split into groups of two we need one more person." "I think Y/N could join Hyunjae!" Eric called out. You looked up, surprised at your name being called when you hadn't expected it. "Would that be okay with you, Y/N?" Sangyeon asked. Now that all eyes were on you, you couldn't just deny despite the weird look on Hyunjae's face.

This was how you found yourself a bit later, trailing quietly behind Hyunjae as he was putting up small traps throughout the forrest. "Wait a second!" Suddenly you felt like you had heard something behind you. Hyunjae turned to look at you, it seemed like he wanted to say something but seeing your concentrated face he kept it to himself. When you felt a shift in air, you quickly pulled Hyunjae behind a tree with you. At the moment you didn't care about how close the two of you were standing, or that he had his hands on your hips, as an arrow hit the spot that the two of you had been standing just seconds before.

Peeking around the tree you saw one of the hunters come out from behind a tree not that far away, her bow was stretched as she looked around to find her targets. "We need to get her into the trap." Hyunjae whispered, his lips close to your ear and you agreed. Lightly you pushed him off you and jumped out from behind the tree, to get the hunters attention. You were quick enough to dodge the arrow, as Hyunjae was just staring at you from his hiding place.

"Come on, don't you want to hit me? Why are you so slow?" You taunted the girl, gripping your little knife tightly. If there was one thing you trusted in, it was the fact that you had a quick reaction time. Dodging the girls arrows you lured her closer to the trap and it didn't take long for her to get trapped in it. The fact that she tried to break free only made her get tangled in the ropes more.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for?" You called out to Hyunjae who was still scanning over the girl in the trap, as if he couldn't believe it had actually worked. He sprinted after you, knowing that when the game was over someone would get the struggling girl out of there. "That was really impressive Y/N. I didn't know the Aphrodite kids could fight." Hyunjae said as he caught up with you. You rolled your eyes, there it was again. A prejudice about the Aphrodite Cabin being lazy and bad fighters, you hated it. Sure some of your siblings weren't interested in learning how to fight, but you were still demigods, just like everyone else you had battlefield instincts.

"You shouldn't be so simple minded. It's not like all we do is look pretty. We have some talent as well." You argued as you pointed to a spot for him to put up another trap. "You are pretty though." He whispered while working on the trap. You weren't sure if he intended for you to hear it, you weren't even sure if he was talking about you specifically or all of your siblings as a whole.

After the trap was set up the two of you continued your way through the Forrest. When suddenly Hyunjae grabbed the sleeve of your shirt, "Can we take a short break?" You nodded and leaned against a tree as you watched Hyunjae take a seat on the mossy ground, not even caring that his clothes would get stains.

"Hey Y/N?" Hyunjae looked up at you with big eyes. There was something weird about his facial expression. "I think I like you." When Hyunjae blurted out these words in the middle of the woods, you almost choked on your own saliva, but suddenly you realized something, "Is this your way at getting back at me for using charmspeak on you?" After all he was a son of Hermes, they were known for their tricks. Was that the reason why Eric had recommended you to go around with Hyunjae? Was he in on this plan?

Hyunjae put his hands up defensively, "What? No! I'm being genuine here." "Yeah, right." the sarcasm was obvious in your voice as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, embarrassed for your heart beating this fast and almost being fooled by Hyunjae's antics. "Listen Y/N, I know this might sound a bit weird right now, but I also only realized this morning. Eric said that maybe you were able to charmspeak me because I like you and, well, that kind of opened my eyes." He scratched the back of his head. The blush on his cheeks made you believe he was telling the truth, but you were still looking at him with a bit of doubt.

"Can I try something?" He asked as he stood up from the ground and lightly cleaned off the dirt from his pants. "What?" You scanned him up and down, still a bit wary. "Close your eyes, please." Hyunjae requested as he moved closer. Even though it took you a while to follow his request you closed your eyes eventually.

That's when he pressed his lips on yours. The initial shock almost made you push him away, but something in your heart told you to enjoy this kiss to the fullest, so you kissed back. A loud noise made you pull away out of shock, breathless but with a new kind of feeling in both your stomachs. It took you a second to realize that the noise was the signal that the game had ended.

"Hyunjae?" said boy looked at you shyly with a blush still spread over his cheeks, "I like you too." For a second you thought you had broken the poor Hermes boy, as he was staring at you without moving or saying anything, but when you had offered your hand he quickly grabbed it.

Together you walked out of the Forrest, to be met with your fellow campers celebrating the win over the Hunters. When Eric saw you coming out of the woods, while holding hands and blushes spreading over your faces he couldn't help but smirk about the fact that he was the reason his brother had finally acted on his crush.

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Lean On Me, Idiot - Kim Sunwoo

"When you feel like you might fall of a cliff, call me-heck call me an hour before that happens for godsake! And I swear I'll get there and pull you up!"

Where the resident bad boy Kim Sunwo aka your best friend since childhood who moved away at elementary comes back at high school after finding out that you're getting troubled at school.

"No one is allowed to touch her, if you think otherwise...then prepare to face the wrath of Kim Sunwoo!"

Genre: Bad boy au, comfort au, angst, fluff, romance, best friends to lovers trope.

Pairings: Bad boy!Sunwoo x Named reader

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, violence, attempted suicide, swearing, blood and gang fights. And an angry Sunwoo

TW!

"Don't lie to me Eric." Sunwoo said sternly as the boy rolled his eyes and pushed Sunwoo lightly.

"I heard what I heard Sunwoo, it's Haeyi. Besides, I was the one who went back home not you." Eric said, emphasising on the last word.

Sunwoo refused to believe it, the sweetest and kindest girl in town tried to kill herself? No, it couldn't be...right? Why would you do that? Of course you didn't...he was positive you wouldn't do that. But then again, who was he to decide? He hadn't gone back home to Seoul in years...people change, and maybe you did too. But he wasn't gonna believe it till he sees it for himself.

"Eric, take care of everything over here. I'm going back home." Sunwoo said and ran out with nothing but his passport, some cash and his gym bag strapped over his shoulders.

"Yah! Sunwoo!" Eric called for him, who just left without any other word.

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Haeyi's

I couldn't help but fiddle with the hem of sleeve as I looked up at the ceiling of my hospital room. I let out a long sigh as I looked at my fractured hand.

"It's a bummer I couldn't leave." I mumbled and looked at the bouquet of daisies from Eric, my favourite.

I sighed again.

"I feel bad for Eric...he came to visit and had to leave with the news of me attempting to kill myself...did he tell Sunwoo?" I asked myself as I started drifting off to sleep only to be interrupted by an all to familiar scream.

"Yahhh!! LEE FUCKING HAEYI!!" I jolted up to the familiar voice of Sunwoo, sitting up I looked at the door waiting for him to make an appearance.

"LEE FUCKING HAEYI-" He abruptly stopped in his tracks after barging inside my hospital room and looked at me, completely speechless.

"Hey, Sunwoo." I said calmly as he rushed to my side and smacked my head.

"Oww!" I winced and glared at him as he sighed, looking at my fractured hand.

"Idiot, why did you try to unalive yourself, huh?!" he exclaimed as I sighed.

"Why did you come back here? Isn't school in Canada in full swing right now?" I asked, trying to change the topic.

"Why did you hurt youself? Don't change the subject. Do you know how surprised and scared I was when I got the news?" he asked as I avoided his eyes.

"Yah! You tried to kill yourself and since you failed in doing so, are you that ashamed to even face me?!" he exclaimed as I let out a frustrated shriek and threw a mini-tantrum.

"Shut the fuck up! I know what I did and I'm aware of how it worried the people around me but I didn't have a choice! Not after they humiliated me infront of the whole school!" I exclaimed as my voice slightly cracked, I looked up to see Sunwoo now with his jaws clenched and fists curled up so hardly that his knuckles turned white.

"Who did what?" He asked sternly with his eyes dark facing the floor.

"It's ...it's no use...what happened...happened..."I trailed as I felt my eyes well up with tears that I tried to blink away not wanting to cry infront of Sunwoo.

"Stop this shit! Just tell me what's wrong and who caused it! They hurted you to the point where you almost tried to kill yourself! Do you know how scared I was when Eric came back telling me you were in the hospital?!" he exclaimed as I looked away. "Look, I get that...we haven't been in contact for years but that doesn't mean I stopped caring Haeyi...just tell me and I promise, I'll fix it." he said softly as I felt my heart ease up a little.

"You always have to sound so cool don't you?" I asked and chuckled as I got him to sit on the bed and lean my frame on his.

"I am cool...I even got the whole school back in Canada under my feet." he bragged making me chuckle and roll my eyes.

"When you feel like you might fall of a cliff, call me-heck call me an hour before it happens for godsake! And I swear I'll get there and pull you up!" he exclaimed as I chuckled and felt my tears flow out.

"I was lonely, so lonely...after you guys left...I had no one so it made me an easy target for bullies. Because you weren't there anymore...they attacked me and made me their victim. I wanted to get help but everytime I tried, they'd beat me up saying that they'd murder me if I told any grown up so I kept quiet." I said and wiped my tears as Sunwoo cracked his knuckles.

"They really have a death wish don't they? Yah, don't worry...I'll make sure they wish they never even looked your way...if only I didn't leave...you wouldn't be where you are now...and you'd be safe-" I cut off his words with a punch on his arm.

"Shut up, idiot...it isn't your fault...we can't control events like mine." I said as he lightly tugged on a strand of my hair.

"It could've been controlled if you asked for help or told your mom and dad." He said as I sighed.

"Can we not talk about it? It makes me sad." I muttered as Sunwoo widened his eyes.

"Couldn't you have told me earlier?!" he exclaimed as I gasped and hit him.

"You should've noticed!"

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Sunwoo's

I groaned over the phone and rubbed my forehead as mom ranted out why leaving Canada and coming back to Seoul was a loss for me.

"Eomma! Haeyi needs me, you know what happened to her! I want to protect her!" I exclaimed as she sighed.

"You love her that much?" she asked, knowing very well of my romantic feelings for her.

"Yes! Now let me study in Seoul!" I exclaimed as she sighed.

"If you love her that much! Just marry her already, I'm sick of watching you so head over heels for her!" Mom exclaimed as I smiled.

"I will! Now that's a yes right?" I asked as she sighed over the phone.

"Yes!" I pumped my fist in the air as I quickly went back to my old house.

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"What are you doing here?!" I smiled proudly as Haeyi looked at me in disbelief.

"I'm a student here now." I said as I walked inside the gate towards the school leaving her shook.

"Yahh! Why did you switch schools?!" She exclaimed as I stopped in my tracks and raised my fist in the air without turning back.

"For this...I'm definitely gifting this to your bullies...see I even wore my favourite ring." I said as she sighed and caught up to me.

"You really are an idiot, studying abroad is more beneficial than throwing fists and playing superhero." Haeyi said as I smirked and make a cool pose.

"You of all people should know that I would choose beating punks up over studying any day." I said earning a smack on the head from her as she rolled her eyes and went ahead inside the school.

"Yo! Wait up!" I exclaimed and ran after her.

Hyemi's

"I don't remember school over here being this boring, how are you still awake at this point? Oh wait, I forgot you're the brains in the friendship. Can't we bunk class?" I sighed looking at Sunwoo who was already splayed over the desk, a yawn leaving his lips as he whined and tugged at the hem of my blazer.

"Focus in class will you? It's already been 3 months since you joined school. Besides, you're the one who wanted to switch schools." I muttered and put my focus back on class as Sunwoo continued his antics.

After a while I turned to my right to see Sunwoo fast asleep with his hand wrapped around my scarf, causing a loving smile to grace my face . I slowly took off my scarf and wrapped it around him as I got up and left for the restroom.

As I washed my hands I felt my heart rate excel at the sight of three girls walking out of the stalls from the mirror.

"If it isn't our little Haeyi." I felt fear creep up to me as my bullies cornered me.

"You think getting an eye candy will save you from us? Just you watch...he'll side with us in a few days." Yuna said as she fiddled with the curls of my hair.

"Please, just leave me alone-" I let out a gasp as I felt a sharp pain across my cheek.

"You speak too much for a tiny bitch...no matter what you do or who you bring in to save you...you'll always be a worthless piece of junk with no one by your side." Areum said as Seora and Yuna laughed along.

"It-It's not true..." I said softly as Yuna grabbed my hair making me yelp as tears stung my eyes.

"Lee Haeyi, no one loves you...not your parents, not your brother and not your so called friends." She whispered in my ear as my tears fell to the ground.

"Why cry when you already know that it's the truth? Face it Haeyi...you don't have a place in this world...you're just extra weight." Seora said and pushed me to the floor.

Sunwoo's

I looked around the school with Haeyi's scarf wrapped around me as I looked for her. She was there when I was drifting to sleep.. Then where could she have disappeared.

"Where the fuck are you, Haeyi...?" I mumbled to myself as I ran across the hallway trying to find anything that could pinpoint her direction to me.

As I was looking for her three plastic like girls came towards me with bright smiles.

"Hi, you must be Sunwoo~ I'm Yuna!" One of them exclaimed as I shrugged.

"I'm Seora and this is Areum." she saud as I tried walking away.

"Yah! Let's be friends!" the girl, Seora exclaimed as I groaned.

"I'm busy." I said as the girl named Areum clutched on to my hand.

"Come onn! We're way better and prettier than Haeyi! Besides, she could use an update! She's way too out of your league!" she said as I smiled causing the girls to smile back at me.

"Your name is Areum?" I asked as she tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded.

"You sure? Cause for a girl named Areum your personality and looks are nothing but ugly and filthy." I said earning a gasp from the girls.

"How dare you say that-" I cut Yuna off by slapping her causing her to fall back to the other two girls.

"First of all, look at your plastic faces first before claiming to be prettier than someone who doesn't have a fake and altered face...and secondly...you're the ones who need an update not Haeyi...thirdly...I'm not afraid to beat up a bunch of girls because they're females so you better tell me where you locked her before I get it out of your mouths myself." I said as I cracked my knuckles.

"There you are." I breathed out as I opened the door to the storeroom to see Haeyi with her head on her knees.

I felt my heart crack as she looked up at me with her tear stained face, breaking into a sob as she stood up.

"Haeyi.." I trailed as I pulled her into my warm embrace and held her as she sobbed hardly.

"T-They said that I was just extra weight." she muttered out loud enough for me to barely hear it.

"Yah, you aren't! I swear...I won't let them walk around like that without teaching them a lesson." I said as I held her together tightly, worried she'd break if I let go.

"No one loves me..." she said as I felt a switch on inside of me.

"Yah, look at me...I love you...so much and so does Juyeon hyung...you're his baby sister and I'm telling you...if he finds out about what happened...he'd turn the world up side down. All of us love you soo much! Okay? And if anyone ever tells you other wise...they better watch out." I mumbled as I hugged her and kissed the crown of her head.

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Haeyi's

After the incident two days ago I stayed at home and relaxed as Sunwoo had told me to. I was definitely not expecting to be engulfed into a tight bear hug by Juyeon who was supposed to be overseas after school that day when I broke down at school but I definitely needed that after such a long day. But what surprised me more was when Juyeon told me that Sunwoo had told him everything and requested him to cancel his trip and come home to me.

It made me realise just about everything he's done for me since we were kids. His first and main priority was my happiness and he did just about everything just to make me smile. Was he always so charming? So protective? So loving? So considerate ? If so...why am I only realising it now?

As I got in Juyeon's car after he insisted to drop me off I couldn't help but drown in my thoughts.

"You know, he really loves you ." Juyeon suddenly said causing me to look at him in surprise.

"Who? Sunwoo?" I asked as Juyeon nodded.

"Yeah, it's really obvious if you haven't noticed yet." He said as I let out a nervous chuckle and looked out the window.

"There's no way he likes me, let alone love me." I said as Juyeon let out a chuckle.

"If he didn't why did he take the first flight to Seoul and visit you at the hospital? Why did he leave a prestigious school in Canada to join your school? Why did he go to great lengths just to protect you from your bullies? Because he loves you, everyone sees it but you." Juyeon said as you thought about it.

"Why would he love someone like me?" I asked as he smiled.

"Because you're Lee Haeyi, my amazing sister...duh." he said making me roll my eyes as he pulled up infront of the gate.

"I'll get going, thanks for the ride oppa." I said as he leaned in and kissed my forehead and ruffled my hair.

"Anything for my baby sister...now go quickly, I love you." he said as I smiled and got out of the car.

"I love you too." I said as I went inside the school searching for Sunwoo, frowning when I found his bag already there but no sign of him anywhere. I kept my bag and went out looking for him.

"Hey, where's Sunwoo?" I asked one of the student who was walking by.

"I don't know where he is right now but he went and started beating up Daeho and his gang as soon as he entered class and dragged them to the soccer field." he said making my stomach drop as I ran towards the soccer field hoping that he'd be there.

"Sunwoo!!" I exclaimed the the moment I saw a crowd gathered around the soccer field knowing that it was Sunwoo judging from the people cheering.

"Sunwoo!! Kim Sunwoo-" I covered my mouth the moment I was able to get a glimpse of Sunwoo but he looked awful. He was throwing and receiving punches continuously with his shirt stained with dirt and blood, his face was filled with bruises.

"Kim Sunwoo!!" I exclaimed trying to get his attention as I advanced towards the front.

"Kim Sunwoo!! Stop it!" I exclaimed as his ear perked up to the sound of my voice, looking towards me.

"Hyemi!" he exclaimed and turned back towards Daeho, throwing a final punch which caused the man to fall to the ground causing his girlfriend Yuna to run to him.

"No one is allowed to touch her...if you think otherwise, prepare to face the wrath of Kim Sunwoo!" he warned everyone present making my heart skip a beat as I felt my eyes glisten.

He did that for me?

"Sunwoo!" I called out to him who immediately made his way towards me and pulled me into a tight hug without a word.

"They won't hurt you again. I can assure you." he mumbled through the fabric of my sweater as a teardrop left my eye.

"You did that for me?" I asked with a shaky voice as he nodded.

"The Principal might expel me...but it was worth it." he said making me chuckle as I pulled him closer, wanting to feel his warmth.

"Yeah, probably..." I answered.

"My whole body hurts!" he whined as I hit his arm.

"That what you get for fighting early in the morning!" I scolded him as he scoffed.

"To think that I did it for you and I don't even get a thank you." He said as I chuckled and wiped my eyes.

"Thank you for everything Woo." I muttered as he broke the hug and looked at me.

"That was way to sincere, coming from you..." he stopped mid way after seeing the look on your face.

"What?" he asked as I cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He stood still and stiff for a moment but soon melted into the kiss and smiled as he kissed me back.

I broke the kiss and looked at Sunwoo who stared at me with loving eyes filled with adoration.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and joined our foreheads.

"Too long?" I asked as he chuckled and nodded.

"Too long." he muttered as I ran my fingers through his hair, detangling any messy parts.

"I know that I took a bit to long to realise my feelings for you but I want you to know that my feelings for you are way stronger than I can express to you." I said earning a peck on the lips from Sunwoo.

"It was worth the wait." he mumbled and pressed another kiss to my lips.

"I love you, idiot." I said making him laugh.

"I love you too, idiot."

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And that's the end🌼

It came out wayyyy longer than expected but it was a fun one to write.

I hope y'all enjoyed reading it! Thank you🌼💗