Precious

BadBoy!San x Reader

Genre: Mainly angst idk

Warnings: There are just some sexual comments made towards the reader. UM BUT VERY CLICHE

Summary: Y/N and San are secretly dating, as a way of preserving San’s reputation. But you eventually grow tired of the Badboy’s actions.

Word count: Around 1.1k (hasn’t been proofread lol)

A heavy sigh left your lips as you collected your books from your locker. 10 minutes until the bell, and they still haven’t shown up. Your boyfriend’s group of friends that is, or secret boyfriend.

The relationship had been lasting for years but with only one main complication.

In public, you were both to act like you didn’t know each other, or at least hate each other.

It was an easy task for San, thus why he asked you to do it for him. Yes, his reputation did mean more than the relationship but you were more than happy to sacrifice one thing to get another.

Keyword being ‘were’.

Every day was the same routine of the boys shoving you around only for San to tend to you when you got home or when you both were alone. You were getting sick of it and you didn’t want to put effort into a relationship that wouldn’t last long.

BANG

Your locker door shutting right in front you startled you out of your thoughts. Your wide eyes trail up the hand that’s on the metal door only to see a smirking Wooyoung.

You wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. Glancing to his side, there stood Jongho, someone you did not want to mess with and San. Their eyes giving off the same sinister energy as the man at the front.

“Saw you last night at the cafe with San while we were looking for him,” He chuckles, leaning closer to you. Taking a small glance at San, his wide eyes mirrors yours, also looking at Wooyoung before returning to his original emotionless state.

“Have fun being his new plaything, slut.”

With that, they walked past you, Wooyoung not forgetting to use his shoulder and shove you to the floor. Your tailbone had grown to be a purple colour after the constant shoving. Releasing a sigh, you bring yourself up to your feet. Turning around, you meet San’s concerned gaze, nodding at you as a way of asking ‘Are you okay?’

You shake your head, being completely done with his shit. Clutching your books tightly, you make your way to your class, a few minutes before the bell rings.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

The long day had finally ended, but you were stopped by San’s trio. “Pull down your skirt doll before we start getting dirty ideas.”

Wooyoung’s comment with his devilish smirk made your heart drop. You felt attacked, scared, confused. Only a small sentence was able to make you feel so vulnerable. You felt the colour drain from your face, taking a quick glance at San who looked completely unfazed by the words said.

“If your San’s plaything, you should also be ours. We could do a few things with a girl like you.”

Little did you know, the comments thrown at your were making San’s blood boil. He wanted to run to you, hug you, protect you, tell the boys to fuck off and make sure you weren’t uncomfortable, which you clearly were. You tug at your skirt, and that was enough for the quiet boy to speak up.

“Leave her alone guys.”

Those words made Wooyoung laugh. “Are you seriously telling us to back down from her? She’s literal-”

“Go home Y/N.”

Wooyoung’s face contorts from a smirk to confusion, his eyes squinting as if he was trying to find something. But you didn’t want to wait around to see what was about to happen. So you took the opportunity to leave, a tear or 2 leaving your eyes which didn’t go unnoticed by San. He felt his heartbreak at the sight.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

“BABE! WAIT! God, how are you walking so quickly? Wait-”

You stop in your tracks, making your bulky bag hit San’s stomach as he comes running at you at full speed. He let out a small grunt at contact. Your tear-filled, slightly red and puffy eyes meet his. San felt sick to the stomach. He’d seen you cry a few times, but never because of his friends. He never wanted to see you sad again.

Another tear rolls down your cheeks and San raises his hand to wipe it, but you do before he gets the chance to. “Babe, please don’t tell me the boys made you fee-”

“Let’s stop this all, please. I can’t do this anymore, yeah?” You let out a dry chuckle, another tear rolls down as you take a few steps back from the boy. The taller boy’s face only showed concern, worry and a touch of sadness.

Sadness? Why would he feel sad? San knew he treated you badly as if you were never his girlfriend. But he loves you, he knew that and he wasn’t going to let you go because of his reputation.

“I don’t want to see you again. San, I’m tired of you sitting around like I’m not being CALLED A SLUT RIGHT INFRONT OF YOU!” Raising your voice was a rare sight to see, but you couldn’t keep the emotions pent up inside you any longer.

You understood that he wanted to maintain an image but you didn’t want to lose to that.

The boy took a few steps backwards, surprised at your snapping. He’d never seen you raise your voice, but there you were, screaming at him while crying.

“Y/N, I told you the rules of dati-”

“2 makes a relationship, San. Rules were made to be broken. I can’t stay in a relationship if the opposite party doesn’t want to protect me when I’m being sexualised in front of them,” You chuckle again, hinting back to the scenario that played only 30 minutes prior.

He chuckles, looking off to the side before looking back at you. “You can’t be serious Y-”

“I’m more serious than I’ve ever been. I can’t do this anymore San. I’d rather be single than date someone who cares about their reputation over the girl he loves. Or did you ever love me San? Maybe Wooyoung’s right. Maybe I am just your plaything.” Those words cut right through San’s heart. Your words were emotionless and cold.

“I love you Y/N, I really do.”

“Just prove it then, San because every word that is leaving your mouth just sounds like a lie right now.”

And with that, you continued your walk home alone, with a heavy heart, clouded mind and dry eyes. The boy wanted to run to you, hug you, but maybe he did just lose the best thing that’s ever come into his life…

Over his reputation.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

Hongjoong: 

You’re currently changing your clothes, trying to find something suitable for your date. “Hey Y/N, are you nearly- HOLY LORD I AM SO SORRY. I’M LEAVING NOW!” He screams, covering his eyes and running out of the room.

Oh, this is very embarrassing.

Once done changing, you walk out of your room into the living room to see a flustered Hongjoong staring aimlessly at the wall. “Hey Joongie, sorry abou-”

He cuts you off, looking up at you. “You’re really pretty. How did I get so lucky?” He cries, walking up to you and hugging you tightly.