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a/n: a submission for k-vanity's cupid arrow event. golden arrow: fake relationship to falling in love. fic title is based on the song stay with me by sole and wonstein! ty @kimchicollardgreens for helping with the ending!! <3
âYou hate me, donât you?â Chan sulked, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye.
 Both of you were finally finished with your final class of the week. You were glad that the class was over. Although you both loved dance, Chan even having it as his major, your professor somehow managed to drone on and make it boring enough to make you both sleepy as hell. The course description enticed you and when Chan showed interest as well, you knew it was destiny to register for it.Â
You planned for it to be a chill weekend, full of homework, but your best friend had other plans. Normally you would 100% support him, thatâs what friends are for after all, but the start of this semester had been harder than expected. Less than three months into your new courses, yet you felt like you were desperately trying to escape from the bottom of the pile of coursework thrown on top of you.Â
âFine, Iâll skip getting the FREE sandwiches that my department offered. Itâs not like they were getting them from the newly opened restaurant. That, may I remind you, is close to campus. Itâs not like I couldâve reported back to you on the taste to decide if we wanted to go there in the future,â You ramble, making sure to emphasize the free aspect of the deal you were missing out on. You usually did attend Chanâs shows, but you told him before class that you wanted to grab a sandwich and head home to finish your readings for next weekâs courses.Â
Chan kissed you on the cheek, âYou love me after all!âÂ
Most are thrown-off by his touchiness but you became friends with him before orientation and quickly bonded with each other. He was like a brother to you, and he viewed you as a sibling too. With his kiss of appreciation placed, he headed towards the practice room to finalize his choreography for tonight. You shouted out for him to be careful since he was prone to running into things or people when he was excited. He waved his hand in recognition of your warning and you started heading to the campus library to study while waiting for the showtime to approach.Â
You were now walking to the old main building that the show was going to be in. There was one course you took as a first-year student in it, so luckily you knew how to find it since your campus could be confusing at times. Since it was an old building, the main floor was marked as 000 instead of 100. So even though it was on the first floor, Chanâs performance was in Studio 011. From the distance, you could see that the door had been propped open with... a tiger-patterned door stopper?
Why do tiger-patterned door stoppers exist?Â
No, more importantly, how did Soonyoung manage to think of buying one? Laughing at the dance team leaderâs fondness towards tigers, you entered the building.Â
Although Chanâs performance was taking place on the main floor, he had hilariously begged you to bring him an energy drink to hype himself up. It was the first performance of the semester, of course he was excited but the firsts are always mixed with nervousness as well. It didnât bother you that he asked. Really. But, what did bother you was the location of the vending machine. The fifth floor.
On the elevator, the repetitive melodies of the music persisted, until getting to the third floor. A man with square frame glasses was breathless, carrying a box full of unknown objects, all you could tell is that it looked heavy. Another box was at his feet, barely staying closed with flimsy tape in an attempt to seal it.Â
âI lost rock paper scissors, so Iâm their errand boy for the day,â he explained as you uncrossed your arms to hold the elevator open with your hand.Â
You nod in understanding, still surprised that the elevator wasnât as full as it usually was.Â
âDo you need help with the other box?â You inquired, eyes drifting to the box at his feet.Â
âNo, no. I couldnât bother you to do that,â he refused, kicking the box into the nearly vacant elevator.Â
You again nod silently, extending your arm out to hit the button to close the doors.Â
âThis isnât going to the first floor?â He asks, perplexed since he couldâve sworn he hit the button to go down.
âI mean, it will eventually. Iâm going up to grab some drinks for the dance team,â You told him, still unsure of who he was.
His ears perked up, âOh? Are you friends with any of the members?âÂ
âYeah, I know almost all of the team. Iâm closest to Chan!â You replied, a smile beaming at the mention of your best friend.
âOh, Iâve interacted with Chan a couple of times. Heâs such a sweet kid,â He smiles back at you, before the elevator doors open once again.
âYeah he is! But this is my floor so I have to go fetch them drinks. Do you want anything for the performanceâŚactually whatâs your name?â
âIâm good, thank you for offering. But my nameâs Wonwoo, you?â Wonwoo introduces himself.
âY/N. See you in a bit, Wonwoo,â you wave at him, removing your foot from the elevatorâs threshold.
âYou DMed the ice prince, Jeon Wonwoo?â Chan squealed, drawing attention to the two of you near the busy coffee cart. You hurriedly shushed your friend, shoving his croissant sandwich in his mouth as he still looked at you in bewilderment.Â
âWhat is up with that old-fashioned nickname? Are we in a drama or something? And itâs not that big of a deal,â You shrugged, attempting to move on from what you had accidentally let slip.Â
âI mean, but why? What does Y/N L/N have to say to Jeon Wonwoo?âÂ
âWell, after I bumped into him he seemed like an interesting character. What do I have to lose by asking him out to dinner?âÂ
âDinner? Y/N, thatâs like the mealtime for dates!â Chan exclaimed, not even attempting to hide his excitement at his best friend potentially going out with one of the schoolâs most popular guys.
âWho says?â
âLiterally him. He said that one time when we were giving Soonyoung advice for how to ask out Soohyuk.â
âShit,â you sighed.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Chan triumphantly replies.
You shake your head to his response, âNo not that, I just spilled my smoothie on the table,â you explained, reaching for napkins to wipe up the mess.Â
âYouâre really not affected by this?â
âIf he sees it as a date, then itâs a date. I donât really have any objections to going out with him,â you shrug, relaxing in the seat across from your best friend once again. As if Wonwoo could sense your conversation, your phone vibrated alerting you of a notification. You looked at it, momentarily forgetting you were in the presence of your overbearing best friend.
âItâs him, isnât it? Let me see!â Chan giggles, nearly snatching your phone from your hand.
âIt probably isnât,â You groan, finally looking at your screen to reveal it was indeed, Jeon Wonwoo.
I would love to catch dinner, but Iâm sorry Iâm busy after my classes.
Well, he was called the ice prince for a reason. You quickly started messaging him back, fully aware of Chanâs presence in front of you.
Donât worry about it, I know I asked super late notice!
âWell?â Chan asked, eyes full of curiosity.
âHeâs busy,â You shrug.
Chanâs excited self visibly deflates as he goes to throw away the box that his sandwich was in.
Class was going like usual with Chan dozing on your shoulder with his hood on over his head.Â
This professor must have a supernatural ability to suck all the fun out of learning. Itâs scary that this was the same Chan trying to steal your phone not even an hour ago.Â
âWe will continue our analysis of this reading on Friday, enjoy the rest of your day,â Your professor concludes class, signaling for students to pack up their things. It was evident every single student wanted to escape the lecture hall as soon as possible.Â
âChan, wake up,â You groan, pushing his head off of your shoulder.
âMm, five more minutes,â He whined, attempting to lean his head on your shoulder again.
âGo sleep in your bed, dumbass,â You scolded, pushing him away from you as you got up to pack up your things.Â
âYou hate me, donât you?âÂ
You roll your eyes at Chanâs go-to rhetorical question, âNot going to work today, Chan. Make sure you get home safe though, yeah?â
He sleepily nods, waving you goodbye. You hoisted up your backpack, starting to head out of the lecture hall. Chan liked sitting in the back, a prime place for his naps, but you regretted it every time class ended. Not only did it take way longer to leave since the only exits were at the end of the stairs, but you always had to somehow avoid confrontation with your ex, Joshua. He was the TA for this course, an issue that usually didnât bother you, but since Chan had overslept more students had already cleared out. You were almost at the end of the stairs, dreading your impending interaction with Joshua. To your surprise, as you glanced at Joshuaâs usual spot, he wasnât there.Â
Instead, Jeon Wonwoo was? Was he in this class the whole time? Why was he in Joshuaâs spot? Before you could ask him, he stood up and started making his way over to you.
âHey, I know I said I was busy, but could you help me out tonight?â He asks, making you raise your eyebrows at his genuine request.
âDepends, but why are you in Joshuaâs spot?â You responded, needing to satiate your curiosity.Â
âOh, heâs sick and Iâm the preceptor for the next class so I said I could just come an hour earlier and fill in his spot,â He started to explain, his eyes asking you to make him elaborate on what he needed help with.
You noted the urgency of his body language, making you smile at how his nickname did not suit him at all. âWhy do you need my help?âÂ
He starts twiddling his fingers, looking down at them. He's so cute.
âWell there's this banquet tonight and um, I told my friends I had a date so they couldn't use my plus one, because I couldn't pick just one friend,â He looks back up at you and you nod to confirm you're still following his story.
âAnd, well, they somehow asked around to all get added as plus ones by other people invited. So, um, I was wondering if you could pretend to be my partner? Just for the night!â
âWhatâs in it for me?âÂ
He was clearly flustered at your question, not expecting his proposal to make it this far.
âUm...free catered food?â
âGood enough, I was just going to grab cafeteria food tonight anyways,â You grab one of his hands to stop him from fidgeting and shake his hand, âWe have a deal then.â
You walk away from him with a smile on your face. Even if it was fake, the upcoming date excited you.
âYou're wearing that?â Minghao, your roommate, judges you as you showed him your outfit for the night.
âWhat's wrong with it?â You frown, you thought it was a cute business casual outfit.
âY/N, this banquet is for the students handpicked by our school's president and elite alumni. You need to be more formal with your outfit,â Minghao calmly explains, getting up from your couch to make an outfit from your closet himself.
The bell rang, indicating Wonwoo was at the complex's entrance. You hit the button to talk to him, âCome on up, I'm almost done!â
You desperately look at your roommate, âHe said he was going to be here at 6, this is too early!â
âY/N, the clock...â Minghao trails off, making you look at the time to see it was five minutes after 6.
You sped back into your bedroom, throwing on the outfit that Minghao put together. Having a fashion design major roommate came in handy at times.
Wonwoo was awkwardly waiting on the couch sitting next to Minghao. He knew Minghao and Chan were on the dance team with Soonyoung, but Minghao intimidated him too much to ever approach him. After a few more seconds of unbearable silence, he decided to get up from the couch and head towards the door.
âYou know, I can just wait for Y/N outside,â He tries to flee, only for you to open your bedroom door, perfectly ready for the night ahead of you.
âSorry it took so long, but let's head out! Minghao stop intimidating him,â You scold, grabbing your keys and heading out of the apartment with Wonwoo.
âYou look soâŚâ You begin, approaching Wonwoo who was clearly zoning out. You had excused yourself a little while after arriving, noticing a professor that had been avoiding your emails.
âHot?â He answers almost immediately.Â
â...bored.â You raise your eyebrows at his attempt to finish your sentence. âNow, Jeon Wonwoo, I know youâre the ice prince and all but have you really let that get to your head?âÂ
His face turns pale realizing you were the one talking to him. âOh, itâs just- I thought- most people comment on my looks so I thought you were going to as well and I just..um yeah,â He mentally beats himself up for the way he was acting, what happened to his cool facade when he was with you?Â
âSo, it has gotten to your head?â You nod, teasing him more.Â
âNo! I-âÂ
Heâs interrupted by your laughter, turning his head to see you cracking up at his reaction.
âLoosen up a bit Wonwoo. I wonât bite,â You manage to say in between laughter, handing him a glass of champagne.Â
He smiles at you, grabbing the glass of champagne before silently taking a sip. Did you call him the ice prince or did he mishear you? âWait, how do you know my nickname?âÂ
âChan told me, although I have to admit it really doesn't suit you.â
âWhy's that?â
âWell, you're nothing like ice. If anything, you melt people's hearts,â You say, mentally beating yourself up at what you randomly just spewed. He melts people's hearts?
Wonwoo could feel his ears turning hot at the unexpected compliment, but couldn't miss out on the opportunity to tease you back.
âI melt people's hearts, huh?â He grins.
âI know, not my best work. I cringed as soon as it came out of my mouth,â You agree, but your conversation is cut short by a trio of guys walking towards you.
âShit, my friends are coming over,â He tells you through the gritted teeth of his artificial smile.
âSo, this is your hidden partner? You weren't making them up after all Wonwoo!â One of them cries, resembling a puppy with his excited demeanor. He resembles Chan.
âCome on, leave the poor guy alone Mingyu,â Another friend chimes in. âI'm Choi Seungcheol, it's nice to meet you...?â
âY/N L/N. It's nice to meet all of you as well! Wonwoo has talked about you all before, especially Jihoon!â You point at the shortest friend of the group, thankful Wonwoo had texted you with a rundown of his friends with photos that would be at the banquet earlier.
âWhat did he say about me? Hopefully nothing bad,â Jihoon speaks up.
âNo, nothing bad! Just that he likes having a friend around who has similar energy to himself,â You make up, praying that Jihoon really was similar to Wonwoo. You looked at Wonwoo for approval of what you said, to which he softly smiled back at you. Does this mean you were right in your deductions?
âThat does make sense! They're both super reserved,â Seungcheol replies, confirming you were spot-on.
âEnough talk about Jihoon, Y/N, what made you melt our ice prince's heart?â Mingyu pries, shifting the attention back to you and Wonwoo.
You look at Wonwoo, his eyes briefly meeting yours as you both recall the cringy line you used earlier. The odds of Mingyu saying the exact same thing made you both giggle, making his friends confused at the cause of shared laughter.
"Sorry, it just made us think about a conversation we had earlier. I'm not sure what made me melt his heart, but I know that I liked him first. We met by riding the same elevator and he seemed so stressed, but didn't want to bother anyone else. His quietness also made me want to know him more, so I asked him out," You summarize, trying your best to play the part of Wonwoo's loving partner.
Seungcheol, Jihoon, and Mingyu especially Mingyu had been doubtful when Wonwoo announced he had a partner, but seeing you with him made their doubts wash away. The way Wonwoo looked at you, it was clear that he cared for you.
The winter air had froze the rain from earlier to ice. The banquet had finished without a hitch, all of his friends buying that you were dating Wonwoo. Walking back to your place was more of a struggle than you imagined it to be, with him having to save you from slipping every couple of steps.
âI could say that I'm usually less clumsy but that would be a complete lie," You laugh, unaware of how he was looking at you.
âBy the way, you looked amazing tonight. I mean not that you don't always look amazing, but I missed the timing to tell you earlier,â Wonwoo hesitantly compliments you.
âThank you, Wonwoo. You look criminally attractive right now as well,â You mumble, becoming shy from the unexpected compliment as well.
You turn towards him after he hadn't said anything in a while, âWonwoo?â
âWould you maybe stay with me in this relationship?â
âYou want me to be your fake date again? I mean as long as free food is included-â
âNo, Y/N. I mean I really enjoyed tonight and would you maybe go out on real date with me?â
âOh,â You pause, âyeah, I would really like that.â
Wonwoo links his arm with yours, making you doubt that he was timid just moments ago. Your quizzical expression must've been noticeable because even in the dark of the night, Wonwoo's face could be seen gradually becoming flustered.
âThis way I can keep you from slipping,â He looks away from you, too shy to maintain eye contact any longer.
âIs the ice prince shy?â You grin, teasing him once again. It was impossible to refrain from teasing Wonwoo when he it was so easy to make him blush.
âI can't help it when I'm with you, Y/N-â He turns to you, only to be met with the sensation of your lips on his. He reciprocates the kiss, deepening it by supporting the back of your head with one of his hands and the other hand around your waist. You stay like this for a while, unaware of how much tension there was between the two of you. Soon enough though, you were at the doorstep of your apartment complex.
âYou said I melt people's hearts, I didn't know that you were included in the people. And I definitely didn't expect you to melt my heart,â
âYou're so corny. Goodnight, Wonwoo,â You wave.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â He waves at you from the bottom of the icy steps. You smile one last time at each other, closing the door as you watched him put his hands in his pockets and walk back towards campus. You hummed out of excitement back to your apartment.
The ice prince wasn't as cold as the rumors made him out to be.
genre: angst, fluff, high school au, troublemaker!beomgyu, stuco president!reader, kind of one sided enemies to lovers if you squint
word count: 3.2k (im so sorry)
warnings: none afaik? just burnt out reader
prompt(s): #5 â âwhy are you crying?â
requested: âhi! congratulations on 1k followers!!! for the event, can i have prompt 5 with beomgyu? what i had on mind was like highschool au and reader just had a bad day or smth and had to stay after school to clean, and started crying in the classroom alone and beomgyu was also in the school and heard reader crying and found that it was his long time crush? i hope this makes sense! sorry if this was too long toođ thank you in advance!!âĽď¸âĽď¸â â @loveliii
authors note: omg the first drabble of the celebration... except apparently i canât write drabbles so itâs more of a oneshot plz forgive me.
MURPHYâS LAW STATES: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Now, you had no idea who Murphy was, but you used to always believe he was full of shit. There had been plenty of instances where things could have gone wrong, but they didnât.Â
In fact, when it came to your case, it seemed like things usually went right. You got good grades, and got along well with all of your teachers. You were the captain of your schoolâs volleyball team, and had even been elected your schoolâs student body president your last year of high school. Things always went well for you, which is why you had never really been a believer in what that Murphy guy had to say.Â
At least, thatâs what you thought before today. Because now, you were starting to think maybe you had taken your past ability to narrowly avoid disaster for granted. Because today, just like Murphy had once predicted, everything that could go wrong did just that: go wrong.Â
It started with your stupid charger. The night before, you must have apparently unplugged it, because when you plugged it into your phone before going to bed, it never charged. Which meant your phone died, and that meant your alarm never went off. And that meant you woke up ten minutes before school started, and your bus was going to be there any second.Â
So, in the quickest fashion you could muster, you brushed through your hair so you looked at least somewhat presentable then slipped into your uniform. You were incredibly impressed by how fast youâd managed to do thatâjust over 60 seconds! It must have been some kind of record. Less impressive, though, was the fact that even though you had been so speedy, you watched as the bus you were supposed to be on drove away in the direction of your school, leaving you behind.Â
Thank goodness for all those years playing volleyball, you had built up enough stamina to (barely) get you from your house all the way to the school. You were twenty minutes late, sure, but hey, at least you were there, right? Your first period teacher was not so understanding, almost immediately assigning you to detention after school.Â
Detention. You never got detention. In your four years at that school, working your ass off to be the best student you could be, a child your parents could be proud ofc, not once had you gotten assigned to detention. The realization that for the first time ever, youâd been punished by a teacher, was a foreign feeling as you sat at your desk and replayed everything that had happened. Detention, all because your stupid phone charger decided not to work the night before.Â
âDamn, I thought you were immune to detention.â A voice behind you whispered, and you glanced over to see Choi Beomgyu grinning at you. Of course Beomgyu had seen that all.Â
Choi Beomgyu was the exact opposite of you. He had fights with teachers basically on the daily, and you were pretty sure he was failing most of his classes. Not because he was stupid, by any means, he was actually really smart. He just didnât try, he didnât care about school the way you did. What he did care about, though, was teasing you as much as was humanly possible.Â
And of course, he had just seen you, the student body president, run into class twenty minutes late and get detention.Â
You had half a mind to bite back at him, because oh would that be satisfying, but you werenât looking to talk in the middle of class and make your punishment worse than it already was. You instead gave him a side-eye glare, and he must have found it amusing since he started to giggle.Â
Once class got out, you really shouldnât have been surprised to glance over your shoulder to see Choi Beomgyu following you, hot on your tail like he was some sort of lost puppy. You groaned quietly to yourself, hoping that if you ignored him long enough, he would get bored and walk away. Unfortunately, Beomgyu was a very patient man.Â
âI canât believe you were late! What happened? Did your carriage lose a wheel on the way here, your highness?â He asked, using his long legs so he could get right up next to you. Â
You stayed silent.
âCome on, you can tell me! Iâm like, the king of being late. I wonât judge.â He nudged your arm with his elbow, with just enough pressure for you to fall out of your rhythm. Now, he finally had your attention as you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed.
âLook, Iâm not in the mood today, okay?â You told him flatly, and you were expecting him to find your irritable mood amusing, and find a way to push your buttons further than he already had, but he didnât.Â
Instead, his face softened and he (surprisingly) went quiet. You didnât bother sticking around to figure out what that was all about, not when you still needed to get to your class on the other end of the building, and you were not risking being late to a second class. So, you gave him a small nod, a thank you for leaving you alone, then walked away.
The rest of your day wasnât any better.Â
In your history class, you got your grades for a test youâd recently taken, and nearly fell out of your seat when you saw a big fat C staring back at you. And your horror increased tenfold when you saw it wasnât just a C, but a C minus. Never in your high school career had you gotten a C minus.Â
At that point of the day, you were starting to become convinced that someone had put some sort of curse on you. You didnât really have any enemies who would have done that to you, though. Except maybe Choi Beomgyu, but you had a feeling putting a curse on someone was too much effort for him to be bothered with.
By the time the school day was over, you were completely exhausted. At lunch, your best friend, Sumin, accidentally spilled her drink on your uniform, and now you were wearing some extras from the lost and found that were much too big for you. You wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into your bed and have a good cry, but you still had to do your detention.Â
You werenât really sure what to expect from detention, considering youâd never had to do it before. You knew you werenât looking forward to it, though, and just hoped it wouldnât be anything horrible--especially since it was your first offense.
Your first period teacher was waiting for you in her classroom after classes got out, and she greeted you with a sympathetic smile. âY/N. You know youâre one of my favorite students, so it really broke my heart when I saw you come in late this morning.â
The urge to roll your eyes arose, but you managed to fight it. Here she was, acting like you had betrayed her or something, when really, it was her decision to punish you for something so small.Â
âI understand.â You replied with a nod, avoiding her gaze.Â
âGood. So, I figured out the perfect thing for you.â She stood up and began to walk out of the classroom, with you following closely behind.Â
Apparently, the perfect thing for you was some storage room that clearly hadnât been cleaned in a long time. There had been racks with boxes of textbooks that must have gotten knocked over, since the books were now all over the floor. And the room was covered in a thick layer of dust that made your nose itch the second you stepped inside. She left you with a singular rag, a bottle of cleaner, then left you alone.
You stood in the doorframe, assessing the room in front of you. Just from looking at it, you knew it was going to take you at least a few hours to clean the entire thing by yourself. Which meant it was going to be a few hours before you could go home, a few hours before you could go sleep this horrible, awful day away. Even worse, you were sure that something would go wrong during those next few hours that would prolong the time even longer.Â
Throughout the whole day, ever since you first realized youâd missed the bus, you had felt tears pricking your waterline, but you had managed to hold them in. You were going to wait until you were in your own bedroom, in private, before you even thought of letting them out. But now, as you stood there, staring at the mess in front of you, you could no longer hold them in.
It was like the floodgates had opened up, and all of the emotions youâd been restraining all day were released. A sob racked through your body, and you were no longer able to keep yourself steady, your knees unbuckling beneath you and causing you to collapse onto the floor. It was wildly embarrassing, the way you became a mess on the floor of the dirtiest room youâd ever seen, where anyone could walk in and see you.Â
And of course, because stupid Murphy just had to be right, that was exactly what happened.Â
There was a soft knock at the door, and you hurriedly looked over your shoulder to see the absolute last person you wanted to see poking his head in. You were overcome with horror as you snapped your head around to look away, praying as hard as you could to whatever deity would listen that he hadnât seen your tears.Â
âWoah, are you crying?â He asked, and you shook your head.
âNo. Why would I be crying?â You sniffled, picking up the rag and spray bottle you had dropped onto the floor and standing up. He caught a glimpse of your face again when you walked past, and he scoffed.Â
âYouâre totally crying. Why are you crying? Whatâs wrong?â He asked again, stepping further into the storage closet and shutting the door behind him.Â
You shot him a glare as you attempted to stand one of the racks back up. âIâm not crying. Besides, even if I were, Iâm not telling you. Youâll just make fun of me.â You mumbled the last part. Standing the rack up was proving to be futile.Â
âNo I wouldnât!â He defended himself, watching as you struggled to push the rack up. âHere, let me help you with that--â
âNo!â You snapped at him, and he backed up with his hands held up defensively. You tried one more time to stand it up, and let out a frustrated groan when it once again wouldnât budge. You had no choice but to surrender, and move to the side so Beomgyu could help you.Â
You were angry that you had to get his help to move the stupid thing. Now you were forced to be thankful he had showed up and barged in. âThanks.â You muttered, brushing past him as you went to once again get your little rag and bottle.
âYouâre welcome.â Beomgyu replied, and though you were facing away from him, you could hear his annoying, cocky smile in his voice. âSo, are you going to tell me why you were crying?âÂ
âNo.â
âOh, so you were crying!â
âI didnât say that.â You looked up at him as you sprayed cleaner onto the dusty shelf. âI told you already, didnât I? I donât want to talk about it.âÂ
Unfortunately, he didnât seem as willing to drop the subject as he had earlier in the day. âCome on, Y/N. I saw you crying, youâre clearly upset, just tell me about it!âÂ
âYouâre going to laugh at me.â
âNo I wonât!â He exclaimed, sounding exasperated. You raised an eye at his outburst, and he cleared his throat. âSeriously. I wonât.â He softened his tone, looking at you with pleading eyes.Â
You stared back at him, trying to figure out if you could trust him. This was Choi Beomgyu you were talking about, the boy who had tormented you for years on end with his constant teasing. But, he did look very sincere. And you were sort of itching to rant to someone.Â
âFine. My phone didnât charge last night, so my alarm never went off, so I woke up late, then I missed the bus and had to run to school, and then I got detention, and then I got a C on my stupid history test, and then Sumin spilled her stupid soda on me, so I had to wear this stupid uniform from the lost and found, and-and then I had to come here and clean this stupid closet, and Iâm just so tired, and I-I--â The next thing you knew you were crying again, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the tears spilled onto your cheeks once again.Â
The second the sobs slipped from your lips again, Beomgyu rushed around the shelf, slipping his arms around your trembling body and pulling you close to his chest. You were so desperate for any kind of comfort, you didnât bother trying to push him away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, reaching up to grip onto the edge of his uniform jacket. He began to rub your back as you buried your face into his shirt, letting yourself cry--like, really cry. You thought you were going to pass out at any second from how difficult it was for you to catch your breath between sobs.Â
After enough of his fingers rubbing circles into your back and his soft shhâs whispered into your ear, you were slowly able to calm down to the point you could breathe again. It was truly unbelievable that you were here, in some dusty storage closet crying into Choi Beomgyuâs arms. It was not a position you had ever predicted yourself to be in. And yetâŚ
You didnât totally hate it.
âCan I tell you something?â Beomgyu asked softly, and with a small sniffle, you nodded against his shirt. âThe reason I tease you so much⌠Itâs so embarrassingâŚâ He laughed softly, and you gently pulled your head away, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.
âWhat?â You asked, and as he gazed down at you, his cheeks reddened.Â
âUm⌠When we were in first grade, I tried to copy off of your test, onceâŚâ
âYeah, I knew that.â
âWhat?! No you didnât, I was so subtle, you didnât even notice.â He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes. âBut anyways, thatâs not the point. I was trying to copy off your test, but I remember, I made the mistake of looking at your face--â
âWhatâs wrong with my face?â You asked defensively, a frown befalling your features.
âLet me finish!â He snapped at you, and out of curiosity to hear the rest of the story, you conceded. âSo, I made the mistake of looking at your face, and you were all focused, and had your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth,â he paused to allow a giggle to escape his lips.Â
âAnd I remember thinking you were so cute, and then I got so distracted watching you, by the time you got up to turn your test in, I had missed everything you had written down.â
You stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what on Earth the point of this whole story was. âWhatâŚ?â
He rolled his eyes. âOh come on, Y/N. Youâre the top of all our classes, and you canât figure it out?âÂ
You shook your head, and he let out a defeated sigh.
âIâm saying, Y/N, that I tease you becauseâŚâ He paused, sucking in a shaky breath. âBecause I like you, okay?âÂ
âOh.âÂ
Oh.
Beomgyu liked you? Since first grade? You were unable to process his words, playing them in your head on repeat like some kind of broken record. He liked you. He annoyed the hell out of you, just because he liked you. What kind of middle school boy behavior was that?Â
âOh? Is that all you have to say to my heartfelt confession?â He asked in fake offense, and you quickly shook your head.Â
âNo! Iâm just--itâs just--you like me? As in like-like me?â He nodded in confirmation, and you squinted your eyes at him. As he watched you, your gaze drifted down to his jacket, which you had been clinging onto just moments earlier, and the tear soaked fabric.Â
You felt like you should be absolutely appalled by his confession, and wracked with disgust, or something. You werenât supposed to like Beomgyu! You werenât supposed to be able to even stand him! But, his confession wasnât the worst thing you had ever heard. In fact, as your fingers reached out to graze the edge of his jacket, you thought maybe you sort of liked hearing it.
âY/N?â He asked you quietly, and you hummed in answer. âYou donât have to say anything, you know. In fact, if you really want me to, I can leave. Or you can leave, and Iâll finish cleaning for you--â
Maybe it was because you were in an emotionally crazed state, or you were desperate to prove Murphy wrong, hell, maybe it was just because you liked him back, but whatever it was, something overcame you, and the next thing you knew, you were tightening your fingers around his jacket to pull him close to you and press your lips against his.Â
The first thing you thought when you kissed Choi Beomgyu, was why hadnât you done this sooner? You had been so consumed by your dislike towards him, and too focused on other things like your academics, you had never stopped to think of Beomgyu in this way. But now, as he immediately kissed you back, and wrapped his arms around your waist, you wished you had thought of him this way.Â
Because kissing Choi Beomgyu was absolutely not wrong. Rather, it was very, very right. It was like his lips were made to fit perfectly against your own, as they moved together in unison. You started to think all the bad things that had gone down that day werenât so bad if it meant they would lead to this.Â
After what felt like an eternity of heavy breathing and hot kisses, the two of you finally pulled away, resting your foreheads against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. You glanced up at Beomgyu, a small grin spreading across your face to mirror his own.Â
âHey, do you really want to clean all this shit?â He asked quietly, cocking an eyebrow at you. You shook your head. âDidnât think so. Letâs get out of here, weâll just tell them I kidnapped you, or something. Youâre the Pres, theyâll believe us.â
Running away now was risking even further punishment, but Beomgyu was right. You were the president, you could basically do whatever you wanted. Besides, youâd spent all day trying to do the right thing, and still, everything had gone wrong. So, why not live a little, right? And why not do it with the cute boy who just confessed heâd liked you since the first grade?
Summary: Your car is been acting up, so badly to the point where you canât put off going to get it fixed anymore. Youâre forced to take your car to the only car shop you can afford and meet the handsome mechanic whoâs willing to take a look at your problem.
Warnings: Pet names, Male reader, blowjob, cum swallowing, teasing
Word Count: 2.6k
Sitting on the couch, your stomach groaned and grumbled with hunger. You checked the clock. 10 pm⌠too early to try and sleep, not that your stomach would let you away way. Finally mustering the strength, you go check out the fridge and the pantry to find nothing to eat. Well, nothing that isnât a 20-step plan and that was a no-go. Scoping up your phone and opening Ubereats, there somehow were no drivers delivering at this hour.
âReally? Itâs not even midnight.â You huffed.
You looked at your car keys hanging on their hook by the garage. You knew it was a risk, but starving wasnât really an option. Youâre parents said theyâd take it to the shop for you, but it would take them three days before theyâd be able to. Three whole days of not being able to come and go freely was torture. Especially when you were so hungry. You figured, one little drive couldnât hurt. Just making a run youâve made several times in your car, and youâre favorite place was right around the corner. Youâve made the drive a hundred times, and could even do it in the dead of night while blindfolded. Thereâs no way it would be destroyed or something.
You took your keys, opened the garage, and started the car. The dashboard blinked with the service engine light, warning you in a menacing orange hue. Donât be stupid, just wait⌠You took a moment to really think if it was worth it. But your stomach reminded you how much you wanted to eat something. Starting at the driveway, you pulled onto the street and everything was smooth. Perfect even. You got to the drive-thru, ordered, paid, and got the food with no issues. But on the way back home. You had to eat, and just a bite couldnât hurt. You looked away for just a moment to reach in the bag, and when you looked back⌠a giant pothole was in your path, too close for you to swerve out of the way of. You braced as you felt your car dip and slam into the pavement, your dashboard lit up in anger, and the car slowly came to a stop⌠You turned the key once, twice, and a third time before realizing what youâd done. You killed your car. It was too late at night to call your parents, theyâd bite your head off if you told them you not only went out in the car but then hit the pothole too. You stepped out of your car and lifted the hood, staring hopelessly to see if there was some big sign to help you fix the car enough to get home.
After a few minutes of Google searching and sitting hopelessly next to your car, a sleek black sports car pulled up in front of your car and parked. A man with reddish hair stepped out, you couldnât see his face very well which put you on guard.
âHey, you stuck?â The man called.
You put your phone up to your ear like you were on the phone, âyeah, Mom! Thanks so much for coming to me so late, so youâre a few blocks away?â You emphasized the last few words as you walked toward the driver's seat of the car.
The man kept walking closer. âExcuse me, dude,â he jogged to catch you.
You got to the handle and pulled, but the door was locked. You let out an exasperated sigh as you could see your keys in your seat.
âYikes. Locked out too, huh?â The man was right behind you. âIf you want, I can help you.â
You turned to see a man in his early twenties with a leather jacket, a sleeveless white shirt, and black pants. His shirt had black stains on it, and he smelled like gasoline. âYou know how to fix cars?â
He nodded. âItâs what I do, fixed her other there myself,â he said pointing at the car we drove. âSo you need a hand, or do your parent have you taken care of?â
You awkwardly nodded. âI think they may not be able to fix this, so Iâd really owe you if you could help me.â
The man put his hand out. âIâm Eric, you are?â
âY/n.â
âGot it, so letâs get those keys first and then we can see what this little ladyâs issue is.â He rubbed the hood of the car affectionately, like a dog heâd just met.
Eric went back to his car and opened the trunk to pull out a toolbelt and some other stuff. He slung the toolbelt across his body pulled a few pieces out and unlocked the door with ease. He then looked over the front of the car and looked over at the engine and other car guts.Â
âIt looks like something got knocked out of place. I can push it back in, but thereâs some other stuff I wanna take a look at too. It could be dangerous driving it.â Eric put his tools back in his car. âSo why donât we go to my shop, I can get a better look at everything there and I think I have some spare parts that could work here.â
âYou said it was dangerous for my carââ
He shook his head, âIâll have it towed over. You can ride in my car with me. Weâll be in the car the whole time, so you donât need to worry. I promise I wonât steal her, but I canât promise about youâŚâÂ
You let his last sentence hang in the air as he looked at you for a reaction.
âIâm kidding, Iâm sorry, that was a bad one.â
âNo, no, it was fine! I just wasnât expecting it.âÂ
Eric rubbed his jaw in embarrassment. âYou can wait in my car while I call the tow truck if you want. Itâll probably take a few for it to get here.â
You didnât want to sit in his car alone, but also you didnât want to just stand there awkwardly. But then you remembered the whole reason you came out there in the first place. You went to your car and pulled out your bag of food. It was a little cold, but your stomach was begging for relief. You sat on the hood of your car while Eric called the tow truck, munching on your food.
Eric wrapped up the call and walked over to you, noticing you eating. âLet me have a bite,â Eric demanded.
You put yourself between him and the food. âWhy should I?â
âBecause Iâm the one whoâs helping you. Thatâs the least you could do⌠Iâm so hungry.â
You begrudgingly handed him the food. Eric held your hand and lifted it to his mouth as he moved down to meet you halfway. His hands were rough and strong, almost squishing your hand in his. He didnât ask for more after his bite, seemingly satisfied.Â
The truck didnât take long to arrive and hook your car up to the back. Eric got into his car, and you joined him, the smooth leather interior took your breath away. It was so clean and smelled so nice, it didnât feel like Eric was the one who owned it at all.
It was a short and quiet drive to Ericâs place. You didnât know what to say, not even thank you felt right at the moment. And every time you tried to muster the courage to speak, Eric would glance in your direction which made you look away shyly.Â
The tow truck followed Ericâs car to the shop and your car was placed on a platform so it could be raised and Eric would look at it.
Eric took off his leather jacket, revealing his muscular arms. He worked on the car for maybe thirty minutes, giving you time to look around the place. It was cluttered and small. There were pictures of Eric in front of luxury cars with other people standing next to him, but one picture stuck out to you. It felt like a family photo, even though no one in the picture looked like Eric. It was Eric and nine other men, sitting at a table happily enjoying a night together.
âFind something?â Ericâs voice hummed in your ear, making you jump. He smiled as you turned around to him. He was covered in marks from oil, grease, and probably other stuff that you couldnât tell.
âDid you finish?â
âYep. It was a pretty simple fix for someone like meâsome real old parts needed to go. So I got those all installed for you. She should be good to go.â
âThank you so much!â You hugged Eric instinctively. âHow much do I owe you for all this?â
Eric chucked. âDonât worry about it! No charge this time, just promise youâll come back.â
âEric, please, I couldnât just walk out like this. Iâm not that kind of person.â
âHow about a kiss then?â Eric raised an eyebrow at you.
You felt warm in your face. âI-I donât know about all thatââ
He sighed. âHow about your number then?â
âNo, I just meantââ
âWow, no number or kiss? Youâre playing hard to get, arenât you?â
âIâm notââ
Eric stepped forward, making you stop talking. âHow about. I take a kiss. And you give me your number?â
You didnât know how to reply.
Eric let one hand pull you into him by your hair, and the other to cup your face. âOne last chance to back off.â
You just close your eyes, feeling the rough skin of Ericâs hand on your face drop away as you feel his soft lips on yours. He moved his hand to the back of your neck, encouraging you to press more into him. You opened your mouth into the kiss, Eric didnât miss a beat to slide his tongue into the gap and let your tongues finally meet. Gently he guided you backward until your back was against the way. Youâre hands felt hot and numb, but still, you let them do whatever they wanted. You felt his neck, his back, his chest, and slowly moved down his torso.
Eric stopped your hands as they reached his belt. He stopped kissing you, letting you collect your breath. âSorry, I just said a kiss. Anything below the belt requires a second visit.â He winked.
You felt dizzy from the kiss, your body tingled all over. Youâd never been so forward with someone, so it was⌠different. Eric was different.Â
âI took my kiss. Now, you wanna give me your number? Again, your choice.â
You fumbled your phone out of your pocket and gave it to him.
âYouâre so cute, ya know?â Eric chuckled as he added his number to your phone and texted himself so he had your number. âText me when you get back home. And donât feel bad about calling me if you have any more car troubles⌠Or if you just miss me.â
You nodded, âI will.â
âGood boy. Now get home, itâs late.â Eric kissed you one more time on the cheek as he walked you to your car, opened the door, and sat you down in the driverâs seat.
You turned the key and the engine started with a happy purr. The engine light was gone, and youâd never felt your car start so smoothly before.
âThank you, Eric.â You said again.
âYouâre welcome, babe. Make sure to come to see me again, Iâm not really a one-time kind of guy. And if I find out you went to some other garage to get your car looked at, youâll break my heart.â
You nodded as you reversed out of Ericâs shop. He walked with you and watched you drive away. You could see him staring from your mirror until you turned the corner. Once you got home, you checked your messages.
âHome yet, prince?â
âYeah. Good guess.â
âI know! Iâm just that amazing. But you should sleep now.â
âI will. What about you?â
âIâm almost home now. Iâll be dreaming of you, so do the same and dream of me too, okay?â
âWe havenât even been on a date and weâve kissed and weâre dreaming of each other?â
âSo you will dream of me? Youâre so amazing, and such an obedient boy too. I like that.â
You blushed. You could hear his voice teasing your ears as you read his message. âShut up! Iâm going to bed.â
âGood night, y/n. Sweet Angel.â
âGood night, weirdo.â
You stared at his last message. Your heart fluttered, imagining him calling you sweet angel. Your eyelids started feeling heavy. So you put your phone down and finally laid down to sleep.Â
When you opened your eyes, you were lying in the back seat of Ericâs car. You could tell it was his from the smell. You sit up and realize youâre not alone. Eric was sitting next to you, your head was just resting on his legâŚ
âWaiting for me, Angel?â Eric unbuttoned the front button of his pants. His legs spread to make room, a smirk spreading across his lips.Â
You crawled over to him. His hand immediately moved to receive you, holding the back of your head as he guided you to his cock that strained against his clothes. You hadnât even touched him yetâŚ
âI need you, baby. Be a good boy and help me?â He almost sang as he tossed his pants and underwear down. His cock stood proudly, pink and leaking. You lean down and gift him soft kisses around the head. âMoreâŚâ Eric moaned, his eyes struggling to stay open as he watched his head disappear into your mouth. His legs jerked, threatening to close as the wet warmth around him.
âJesus, keep going,â he groans as you take more into your mouth. His hips buck as you give him more, licking up the shaft slowly. His head is thrown back into the leather of the seat just as you go for the gold. You open your eyes and look up at him, his eyes sealed shut with his eyebrow scrunched and his forehead slightly wet. His mouth was hung open, breathing hard between grunts and moans.Â
You moan in joy around him, making his breath hitch for a moment.Â
âLet me drive for sec Angel.â Eric gripped your head in place, gently thrusting into your mouth before building up speed. You start to meet him in time with his thrusts, making his timing stutter and his back arching so much that he starts moving out of his seat. âIâm gonna lose it, youâre gonna suck it right out of me!â His hands move from your head to his neck and the headrest, holding on for dear life as his arms flex. âMore! More! Iâm right there, so close, sweet boy!â
The climax was enough to make him scream as his cum shot into your mouth, your tongue running wild all over him, swallowing everything he gave you. His legs squirm as you keep sucking, milking him for all heâs worth. âOh god, please! Please, justââ Eric couldnât even hold it together to speak.
You started to enjoy his begging, continuing to lick on his overstimulated member. âIâm begging, please!â You finally release him, making his whole body flop down into his seat as he heaved breaths to calm back down.
âIâm gonna get you back for thatâŚâ Eric groaned between breaths.
You were exhausted and ended up falling asleep on his bare thigh, listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing
When you open your eyes, youâre in your bed again⌠Your phone is next to you.
âAngel, I had a pretty good dream about us.â Eric texted.
âI had a pretty good one too.â
âOh? You did dream of me!? What did we do?â
You swallowed, thinking about your dream. âMaybe it would be better if I showed youâŚâ
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á clingy? annoying? how could your sweet boyfriend think of you that way when all youâve done is love him? not to mention the fact that you had to find out on social media. well, it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine.
pairing: nct jaehyun x gn reader, appearances by other nct members, rv joy, tbz hyunjae (the jaehyuns again yes)
word count: 4.3k
genre: angst, fluff ending, established relationship au, revenge, humor
warnings: pettiness, lack of communication, swearing, jealousy, one sex joke, not proofreadÂ
maniâs notes: here it is! the long awaited pt 2 for this jaehyun timestamp as my gift to you as we close 2021. hope itâs what you thought it was gonna be! no need to read beforehand as it can be read as a stand alone fic. ty to everyone who has been patiently waiting for its release <3 feedback appreciated!
empty. you felt empty. you couldnât believe the shit jaehyun was pulling. and you canât believe that you were making excuses for his behavior this whole time.
you really thought the distance and the fleeting touches was because he was overwhelmed with schoolwork, not you. but as your thread of messages continue to be read without a reply back, you canât help but feel absolutely terrible. the man you thought the absolute world of, the one who flooded your mind no matter what you were doing, didnât like the fact that you did such things.Â
shaking, you stared at yutaâs post with confusion in your eyes. which is exactly how joy found you. you had called her over to hangout with you before you saw everything as she the only friend you had that wasnât courtesy of jaehyunâs friend group. barging into your home, she sings your name but when you donât answer, she starts yelling.Â
âhey, y/n!â she shouts, irritation in her voice. âyou invite me over and youâre nowhere to be found?!â upon entering your room, her voice wavers as she spots you sitting on your bed, unmoving. âwhatcha got there, babe?âÂ
instead of answering, you bite down on your lip. taking a seat next to you, she snatches your phone out of your hand and her mouth hangs open in shock at what she sees on the screen. âIâm having a momentâ you mumble, falling back onto your sheets and covering your eyes with your pillow.Â
âa moment?!â she shrieks. âyou should be having more than a moment, y/n! what the fuck?âÂ
âI donât knoowww,â you wail, muffled by the pillow. âIâm just as confused as you are! he keeps reading my texts and not responding.âÂ
âwell,â joy states, shutting your phone off and tossing it to the side. âyou did say he was getting kind of distant and short with you.âÂ
groaning, you kick your legs around. âbut I didnât know it was because of me! I thought it was school, his friends, anything but meâŚâÂ
âhow can he think Iâm clingy? I do nothing but love that dude and I thought he loved me, too.âÂ
âshut up, y/nâ joy sneers, smacking the pillow on your face lightly for emphasis. âIâm sure he does love you, heâs just being an asshole right now.âÂ
whining, you blindly reach out to hit her back, but fail. âI donât feel loved right nowâŚâÂ
scoffing, joy removes the pillow from your face and pulls you up. you resist for a little and she groans, using all her strength to haul you up. âyou know what this means?â joy grips you by the shoulders with a mischievous look on her face. you stare back at her, confused and miserable, not in the mood for her shit. âmy dear y/n, like the queen taylor swift said herself, thereâs nothing I do better than revenge.â
the plan was simple, so joy says. you give jaehyun a taste of his own medicine. but it was proving to be difficult when he finally texted you back. the message read sorry babe, got caught up in my work :) what you up to? and joy let out a scoff at the lie while your heart broke.Â
âdonât answer!â she shrieks in your ear, yanking your phone away and out of your reach. âdonât give into a liar, bitch!âÂ
fighting to reach your phone, you argued back. âI have to!â you shriek back. âheâs still my boyfriend!âÂ
âhe wonât be your boyfriend for long!â you stop at that, realization hitting you like a truck. is this really the end of you and jaehyun? it couldnât be. he canât possibly throw away all the work you both have put into this relationship because he thought you were too clingy. joy notices your solemn expression. how could she not when you look like a kicked puppy? âhey, I didnât mean that. here, you can text him back.âÂ
taking your phone from her hand, you frown as you move to text him back, saying that joy was over now and you two were hanging out. pressing send, itâs like the same song is replaying over again as jaehyun reads your message right away, but doesnât respond. your fingers move quicker than you could think, opening social media again to search through his friends stories. joy peers over your shoulder, watching you mindlessly tap through all the posts until you land on one from johnny.Â
theyâre in a club now and the video shows jaehyun and their other friends dancing in the middle of the dance floor. thereâs a smile on his face as he moves and his friends all shout, hyping each other up. in the background, you can see the onlooking club goers oggling at the group as johnny pans the camera. your boyfriend comes close to the camera, shouting the words of the song that was blaring through the speakers. âI DONâT FUCK WITH YOUU.âÂ
now, you know it was just a song, but it felt like he was speaking directly to you since he just straight up ignored you. gripping your phone tight, you see red. âso⌠you ready?â joy asks from over your shoulder.Â
âyup,â you say confidently. âgive him hell.â
â lee heeseung was fine. at least, thatâs what everyone thought until one morning his ex girlfriend walked through the school gates with his best friend on her arm. deciding he wasnât quite over her, he turns to you for help and you agree without hesitation. little does he know, youâd do just about anything to get him to look at you the way you look at him.
pairing: heeseung x gn reader, side beomgyu x ryujin (for the plot), sungchan (nct), sumin (stayc)
word count: 14.2k⌠whew simptivites
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, high school au, fake dating au, hurt and comfort
warnings: pining, swearing, my humor, food mention, slight mental health talk, just high school kids thinking with their hearts instead of their brains, somewhat proofread
â submission for the beautiful wounds collab hosted by @moonscloverâ <3 please go and check out the other works by all these amazing writers! feedback appreciated :)
âheeseung,â sungchan hisses. âwhatever you do, donât look behind you.âÂ
lee heeseung looks up, confused as to what his friend was talking about because as far as heâs concerned, they were just talking about how he had just hit a new rank on league. âwhat?â he asks, doe eyes going wide. when he goes to turn his head, sungchan hurriedly tries to grab ahold of heeseungs shoulders to stop him, but fails. âwhat are you talking aboâ?âÂ
the rest of his sentence falls short in his throat at what he sees walking through the doors of the school. itâs shin ryujin, his ex girlfriend that was just his girlfriend three weeks ago, hanging off the arm of choi beomgyu, his best friend since the fifth grade. when did this happen? how did this happen? just a few nights ago, ryujin was calling him and leaving voicemails practically begging that he take her back despite the mutual agreement to breakup. he said no, of course, feeling like the relationship between the two had already run its course. even if her voice cracking over the other end of the line pulled at his heart, he knew it was best for the both of them. heeseung had nothing left to offer ryujin and ryujin had nothing left to offer heeseung and that was fine. he was fine.
so why was he sweating? why did he want to punch beomgyu right in the face when he whispered something in ryujinâs ear that made her laugh?Â
âohâ he deadpans, turning back to grab his books from his locker that they were both standing in front of. âitâs fine, weâre broken up. this is fine. Iâm fine, sungchan.â at the last syllable of his friends name, he slammed his locker door shut for emphasis.Â
sungchan blinks at the loud noise, letting out a breath. âwell you better be fine,â he hums and pretends to busy himself on his phone. âbecause theyâre coming this way.âÂ
just then, heeseung feels a tap on his shoulder and goes rigid. âhey, heeseungâ calls beomgyu. âgot a minute?âÂ
turning around, heeseung plasters his best smile on his face and hopes that it doesnât look like heâs absolutely constipated. or hating his life. âoh hey!â he cheers (fake). âwhatâs up?âÂ
âI hope thereâs no hard feelings,â beomgyu mumbles, scratching his neck. âyou know, since ryujin and I are trying things out.âÂ
âno, noâ heeseung assures, feeling his fest clench at his sides. âno hard feelings here. ryujin and I arenât together after all.âÂ
ryujinâs face contorts to a frown, looking down at heeseungs fists that are clenching and unclenching. âthen why do you look like youâre about to punch someone, hee?â at the sound of her voice and the use of his nickname, heeseungs smile falls. looking to his ex, he gazes into her eyes. heâs searching for a sign, anything that will let him know that this was just a prank. but alas, thereâs nothing but his sad, sad reflection.Â
ânah,â heeseung says, monotoned. heâs still looking at ryujin, whoâs just staring back at him in confusion. âitâs fine, I wish you guys the best.â with that, heeseung turns to walk away with heavy steps. sungchan rushes after his friend, but heâs brushed off with a mumble that heâs fine.Â
he keeps walking through the halls, no idea where heâs going but just filled with the need that he needs to get away from the two people at the front of the school. itâs when he reaches the old wing of the school, thatâs not used anymore save for a few classes due to the renovations that theyâre going through. he stomps back and forth, pacing up and down because how could they both do this to him? despite his calm exterior back there, lee heeseung was hurt at the thought of his best friend secretly pining after his girl while they were together and not saying a thing. did he plan to go after her the minute they broke up? was beomgyu really his best friend? did ryujin really love him the way he thought?Â
ăâ synopsis: as the universityâs part-time librarian, you didnât expect to develop a relationship with the guy that likes to skip lecture in order to take a nap in the library instead. and as the bad boy of the university, hyunjae had never crossed paths with you until he started sleeping in the libraryâso he canât explain why youâre so familiar to him.
ăâ genre: reincarnation!au, badboy!hyunjae, librarian!reader, angst, some fluff, some humor
ăâ warnings: major character death, depictions of violence, mentions of blood
ăâ word count: 20,800
ăâ pairings: hyunjae x gender neutral reader
ăâ notes: happy very belated birthday to my soulmate and best friend, @sunlightwooâ this oneshot took me an incredibly long time to write and itâs quite ridiculous how long it ended up becoming⌠but i really hope you love it <3 i love you so much gina, thank you for everything <3
summary - others deemed jungkook cold, maybe even unreliable. his business and the safety of his family was all that really mattered to him. or at least that was, until you came into the picture. now he cant stop himself from falling for you.Â
or alternately:
itâs mafia au jungkook, but gay
pairing - mafia boss!jungkook x male!reader
genre - fluff, angst, smut; mafia au
word count - 17.1k
warnings - allusions of drugs, grinding, jungkook is surprisingly soft for a mafia boss, yn is so oblivious, gays moving at strange paces but what do you expect theyâre gay, vmin mentioned, minor violence and injuries, use of homophobic language (faggot and queer), implied torture, yoongi tries to flirt with jimin, making out, lowkey consent kink, nipple play, daddy kink, anal fingering, fellatio, handjob, top!jungkook, bottom!reader, soft dom!jungkook, sub!reader, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (pls use condoms), creampie, aftercare, cuddling
authorâs note - behold my baby, i have no idea how he got this fucking long but here he is. i worked really hard on this so i hope yall enjoy this. be gay, do crime. big big shout out to @vinterjeon for the summary ily; and big big shout out to @yoongs-jeontae @rougebangtanâ @foxybread @chelsea-chee @absoluteyoongit and everyone in the ghostie chat for helping me out with this monster ;-;Â
Jungkook was in an especially sour mood tonight, the pounding of the music doing nothing to lighten his demeanor. He wanted nothing more than to return home to his estate, but he was currently in the middle of a meeting with the club owner, going about discussions on loaning the poor man some money and in return Jungkook and his men could sell their goods here. It was nothing new to Jungkookâs agenda, and frankly he shouldâve just sent some men out to deal with it in his stead. But his right hand man, Namjoon, told him it was best for him to make the deal in person. Something about good impressions and needing to get out of the house.Â
He sighed, listening to the man beg and plead for some extra cash. Downing the last of the whiskey heâd been nursing the past 10 minutes, he placed it on the table in front of the owner and gave him a tight smile. âYou got yourself a deal. Iâll have my accountant wire you the money, expect to see more of us here.â Jungkook stood, straightening himself up as the man thanked him profusely. Giving him a curt nod, he then excused himself from the meeting and made his way out from the VIP section. âI still donât understand why I needed to make the deal myself.â He grumbled as Namjoon caught up to him.
âBecause Jungkook, you need to start solidifying your relationships with other businesses. Youâve spent so long in that damn house people are beginning to question their loyaltyâ He explained as they made their way down the stairs and into the main dancing area. âBesides, thought you might want to get out and I donât know, find someone to let your frustrations out.â
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AU: pirate!au, mermaid!au, fantasy realm - part of the deadly sins quartet
Members: Suho, Xiumin, Kai x gender neutral reader
Word Count: 5.4k
Warnings: sexy pirates, violence, later non-explicit smut and maybe gore, major character death
Summary: Â The search for the promised land leads you through many trials - among them, greed.
a/n: this is a 18k oneshot that iâm splitting up into parts for easier reading - the next part will be out soon! there is no pairing in this fic, but there will be ships along the way - pun intended
part i / ii / iii / iv
You were awoken from your slumber by the listing of the ship and the monstrous groan of wood on wood. Followed by a clap of thunder, light flashed through the windows of the captainâs quarters, illuminating your surroundings sharply. Things had rolled off shelves and tables, the stock of crates in the corner had collapsed and glass shards littered the floor by the table. The other side of your bed was cold.Â
Adjusting your nightclothes, and steadying your gait as the rocking of the ship threatened to topple you, you made for the door of your quarters, the one that led out onto the deck of the ship. As you moved closer the sounds of shouting were audible over the roar of the storm, the hands calling for the mainsails to be furled. You opened the door, slipping out onto the deck and surveying the chaos - the sky was roiling, dark and grey, and so was the sea, but not at all like the way youâd seen the water behave during storms, even during ones as rough as this. The water around the ship hurled waves forward from all directions, tossing the ship in all directions, making the deckhands lose their balance and clasp onto the masts for dear life.Â
Your first thought was an attack. The one thing you all feared.Â
summary - being dragged out to some party on a saturday night wasnât exactly your usual plans, but meeting a cute boy may or may not make it all better
pairing - bad boy!taehyung x nerd male!reader
genre - fluff; strangers to lovers au
word count - 3.7k
warnings - innacurate frat party, police showing up, references to smoking, kissing, gays moving at weird paces bc what do you expect theyâre gay
authorâs note - another gay fic for pride month hehehe, happy pride month yall!
You had no idea what you were doing here. It was Saturday night and your friends were going to some frat party. Not wanting to leave you all alone, they dragged you along with them. You tried your best to convince them otherwise, saying how you werenât feeling that up to it and wanted to be alone but they werenât listening. With no other choice, you set down your book and agreed, you could always sneak out as soon as they lost track of you in the busy house.Â
However you failed to realize the party they were going to was off campus, so here you were: stuck a few miles from your dorm, your phone close to dying, and no way to get back.Â
Staying clear of the overcrowded house, you stuck the backyard. There were a few other stragglers, mainly hovering around a firepit to warm themselves from the cool night air. You thought about possibly joining them to also keep yourself from getting cold. Not wanting to bother them, you stuck to your place on the porch, pulling your jacket closer to you.Â
âGot a light on you?â A low voice spoke from behind you, pulling you from your thoughts. Glancing up, you saw a strikingly handsome man standing above you, an unlit cigarette between his lips.Â
summary - prince seokjin of philos is chosing his bride at his 25th birthday ball and you want to be anywhere but there. unfortunately youâre expected to go as a friend of the king and to escort your younger sister there; to see if she has a chance to win the princeâs heart. unbeknowst to you all, the princeâs eyes are already set upon someone
warnings - historical inaccuracies, reader being an idiot, kissing, implied/referenced homophobia (itâs very slight, wonât even notice it if you squint), sad ending, star crossed lovers, miscommunication but itâs in the worst way possible
authorâs note - sorry not sorry for making sad gay stuff oops; clast is part of the title, not ynâs actual family name. additionally, i put in a hint to new fic in here đ also @jinpanman since u asked to be tagged đ here u go
The stars had always fascinated you since you were a young lad; the shapes they made and the stories behind them, the way they always shifted in the night sky. While the view from your bedroom window at the castle was great, it could never show the full wonderful picture that was the night sky. Hence why you were now laying in the palace garden and staring up into the vastness before you, your arms folded behind your head.
âY/N.â A familiar voice startled you into sitting up, only to see the silhouette of the Crown Prince Seokjin standing a few feet behind you. You were surprised to see him outside, but it wasnât necessarily a shock seeing as your current place of residence was his home, the Castle of Philos. Your father, the Duke of Clast, was a close friend of the King, thus meaning he was invited to a lot of formal events. The Castle Philos was practically a second home to you, making itâs prince a close friend of yours.Â
Of course your friendship was by no mere accident. It was by the design of both of your fathersâ, wanting their allegiance to hold strong even with the new generation. Neither of you seemed to mind though, you both seemed to get along great with one another. But as the two of you grew up from boys and slowly approached manhood, you felt something else grow deep within your chest each time you saw the prince.
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summary - itâs strange how one thoughtless decision could hold so much consequence. as now youâve found yourself in bed with the man behind your corruption. trapped, youâre left unsure if youâre free of his influence or not. you want to believe heâs still behind it all, but you donât know anymore
pairing - demon!jungkook x church boy!reader
genre - suspense, smut, angst
word count - 10.3k
warnings - kinda kidnapping?, technical discussion about the selling of a soul, demons care about consent, internalized homophobia, catholic guilt, smut reading, non descriptive dick sword play, reader goes through the stages of grief but not in order, masturbation, shame, voyeurism, degradation, name calling, orgasm control, ruined orgasms, sacreligious kink (oops), corruption kink, choking, face fucking, possessiveness, spanking, cum eating, spit as lube, explicit praying during sex (im sorry), dom!jungkook, sub!reader, top!jungkook, bottom!reader, gay sex, unprotected sex, crying during sex, dacryphilia, hospitals, doctors, police, homphobic parents, bisexual!childhood friend!yoongi, coming out, use of the word faggot, being disowned
authorâs note - again, if youâre religious, i highly recommend not reading this. but thank you all for enjoying gay demon jk!! shout out to @crazy4myself for being the beta for this (ily)
tagged: @tipsydipsydo @anime-meme-sanctuary
part i
You donât know how long itâs been. Time started to blend together the longer you were in the strange bedroom. Had it been hours? Days? Weeks even? You donât know. There was no clock in the room; there werenât even windows. It was getting harder and harder to tell, only measuring time by how many times youâd slept and woke up to a plate of food on the bedside table. Going by that, it had been at least 5 days since you were taken to the strange room and woken up to the stranger beside you in bed.
You werenât able to stop the flood of questions that poured from your mouth. âWhat do you mean-? Who are you? Where am I? Whatâs going on-?!â You were silenced by the man pressing a finger to your lips.
âAll will be answered in due time, little boy,â he chuckled, bringing his face closer to your body. His lips brushing against the skin of your neck, tracing over the marks heâd left last night. âIn the meantime, this will be your room. I wish I could stay long and give you a proper⌠introduction,â he sighed longingly as his hand caressed your cheek; you resisted the chills that were sent through you. âBut unfortunately, I have duties to attend to.â Pulling away from you, for a moment you missed his touch before you remember where you were.Â
You lifted up the red sheets, shielding yourself from his view to preserve what little modesty you might have left.Â
âAw, you really donât have to do that. There isnât anything I havenât already seen,â he chided as he sat up, relieving his stark naked body. You wanted to look away from him so badly, but you couldnât bring yourself to. Wrapping himself in a robe, he loosely tied it off at his waist as he made his way towards the door at the far end of the room. âIâll be sure to return as soon as I can.â With that, he vanished behind the door.
summary; you expected your day to get worse after finding your clogged and leaky sink,,, what you didnât expect was your day getting a million times better by doing something about it⌠or, having someone else do something bout it.
includes; bottom!reader, plumber!jun, grinding, man handling, muscle kink, implied blowjob, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)
wc;Â 3.5k
notes; requested by anon â âCan I request a Junhui oneshot (smut)? Where the reader have a clug on his sink and he called a plumber which is Jun who was looking hot that the reader attempt to wear a very short clothes to catch Junâs attention.â // WHEHEH jun is so hot hdhgsghs i feel bad taking FOREVERRR to write this but i sure did enjoy it, even though im 80% sure this is trashhhâŚ. BUT i love writing for svt !!!
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