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‘💬’ ─ off topic but it’s so hot right now that i feel like a baked rotisserie chicken from costco

THE HOSTS

The Prince Charming Type | Myung Jaehyun x Tamaki Suoh

pairing: tamaki suoh! jaehyun x m! host! reader

genre: fake dating, fluff, a bit of angst, bl

synopsis: the number one duty of a host is to keep their guests happy, even going as far as engaging in fake dating to save them from an unwanted arranged marriage.

enrollment date: July, 2026.

The Cool Type | Park Sungho x Kyoya Ootori

pairing: kyoya ootori! sungho x fem! reader

genre: enemies/rivals to lovers, contract marriage, fluff

synopsis: when two rival youngest child's scheme together to inherit their family's company. aka, a guide to how marriage works in the 21st century.

enrollment date: TBA.

The Fish Nerd Type | Kim Leehan x Mitsukuni Haninozuka

pairing: mitsukuni "honey" haninozuka! leehan x fem! reader

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

synopsis: sometimes, even fish cry. and sometimes, they drown in their own tears. but that's okay because leehan can just swim and save them!

enrollment date: TBA.

The Strong and Silent Type | Han Taesan x Takashi Morinozuka

pairing: takashi "mori" morinozuka! taesan x fem! reader

genre: unintentionally secret relationship, fluff, angst

synopsis: when the host club's attempt at finding taesan's biggest fear goes wrong.

enrollment date: TBA.

The Jester Type | Lee Riwoo x Kaoru Hitachiin

pairing: kaoru hitachiin! riwoo x fem! reader

genre: friends to lovers, secret relationship, fluff

synopsis: its so obvious that riwoo is in love, but with whom? and so the club commences operation: find out who's making riwoo a down bad loser!

enrollment date: TBA.

The Little Devil Type | Kim Woonhak x Hikaru Hitachiin

pairing: hikaru hitachiin! woonhak x bi! fem! reader

genre: enemies to ???, slight crack, fluff

synopsis: bnd academy and lobelia academy have long ended their rivalry. but two members absolutely refuses to let it die.

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you bit on your lower lip as you looked down, blush creeping from your neck to your face when you noticed the growing tent between his legs.

woonhak's face went completely red when he realised the reason why you weren't looking at his face anymore. he quickly panicked, pulling his hands away from you before you would think he's some type of pervert.

"fuck– shit– oh my god, I'm so sorry. I- I couldn't help it. I- fuck, I'm sorry, I swear it won't happen ag–"

"it's okay, woonie." you cut him off, batting your lashes at him. you leaned in closer to kiss him again, biting on his lower lip to let yourself in.

one of your hands travelled dangerously down to his lower abdomen, your wrist accidently touching his clothed erection, earning a whine around your tongue. a sound you never heard coming from him.

he sucked on your swollen lips as his hands hesitantly came back to your body, pulling you even closer by the waist.

as the kiss turned heavier you felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. your fingers tangled around the strings of his hoodie, deepening the kiss.

woonhak's lips traced from your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw until he was facing the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping on your warm body. you let out a shaky moan into the air, hands going to slightly grip at his hair.

"woonie…" you called out softly, slowly pushing him away. you rested your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his heated core. he looked down at the way you brushed your thumb on his thigh. he swallowed hard, wishing you could lower your touch just a little more.

he looked up, noticing the way your face blushed with anticipation, the way your lips looked glossy thanks to the mix of salivas, and the way the collar of your shirt had loosened up from pulling it down.

"yeah?" he asked, and you swore you could see his eyes sparkling up like a cartoon character.

you exhaled softly yet nervous, not knowing how to make up the words without sounding too vulgar. "I–" you started, quickly giving glances to his growing crotch. "can I…?" you looked away, scratching your hand just to do something with it. you cleared your throat. "can I touch it..?"

his heart pounded hard and his eyes opened wide. he let out a shaky, nervous laugh and his eyes darted everywhere but you. "y-you don't have to…it'd probably go away. other wise I could j-just go to the bathroom anyways." he gulped, finally looking at you.

"but I really want to." you said, instinctively pouting at him. you grab one of his hands with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. you noticed his adam's apple bob up and down once again.

woonhak stared at you for a moment, biting his lower lip at the thought of you touching him the way he'd had imagined many times on those needy late nights.

he let out a heavy sigh, slowly nodding as he looked down at his painful boner. he usually didn't get hard during making out, he'd fight it back, but there was something different in the air tonight.

you managed to kiss him again, hands starting to traced down from his chest to his thighs once again, making him shiver under your touch. you hesitantly reached your hand over his erection, slowly palming him over his jeans.

he moaned softly into your mouth, the tip of his ears immediately turning a deep red at the unfamiliar touch. woonhak's hips bucked up unconsciously, and he uselessly tried to apologise against your tongue. you moaned softly at the vibration, the sound sending waves straight to his already twitching dick.

your fingers struggled with the button of his jeans until you finally pulled back from his lips, using both hands this time. he helped you out, pulling his jeans down and throwing them to the floor.

you kissed him again as you grabbed his dick over his boxers. he whimpered into your lips, brows frowning with pleasure.

he hid his face on your neck, trying not to moan too loudly when you started to move your hand up and down painfully yet deliciously slow. you whined when he bit your neck a little too hard.

"f-fuck– you sound so hot.." he murmured against the red skin of your neck.

he turned his gaze at you, coming back to kiss you eagerly as his hands tried to grope every part of your torso. you let out a small moan when he did an experimental squeeze at your breast.

your hand reached down to the hem of his boxers as you pulled away, searching for his permission. when he nodded you pulled his underwear down to his knees, he hissed at the feeling of the cold air against his glowing red cock.

you took it, trying to decipher the way his face contorts as you pumped up and down. "does it feel good?" you asked, a soft pout forming on your lips.

he let out a pathetic moan when your thumb started playing circles on his aching tip. "f-fuck– y-yeah, it feels good. j-just try twisting your wrist more. shit–"

you do as he says, going back to kiss him as you pumped him. he pulled away and you noticed the way his chest fell back and forth, throwing his head against the headboard behind him.

"it feels s'good." he whimpered, resting his hands on his sides, not knowing what to do with them now, completely overwhelmed.

your stomach fluttered, the sounds he made sending heat throughout your whole body. it was a lot.

too much and not enough at the same time.

you noticed the way his breathing stuttered, the way his body tensed slightly beneath your hand. you slowed down without thinking twice, earning a confused look from him.

"wha-what? why did you slowed down?" his voice cracked, eyes flickering between your blushed face and your hand.

for a split second he thought he'd done something wrong. moaned too loud, reacted too desperately.

"I– I really don't know..." you confessed, earning a shaky laugh from your boyfriend. you laughed too, trying to ease the sudden tension. "I g-guess I just wanted to check on you," you said softly. "am I doing alright..?"

his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled, leaning in to give a small peck onto your lips. "yeah," he nodded quickly, then slower, meeting your eyes. "you're doing it perfect. f-feels much better than my own hand." he let out a breathy laugh.

you nudged his shoulder slightly with your free hand, more blush forming on your cheeks thanks to his comment. "shut up."

you leaned in to kiss his lips, brushing your tongue across his as the pace on your hand quickened again little by little. his breath hitched, the sound muffled against your mouth.

woonhak tried to focus on breathing through his nose, but it was useless. every small movement of your hand and your mouth sent a jolt through him, sharp but warm.

he pulled away, throwing his head back again, placing his forearm over his face, trying to hide it from you. his cheeks were burning up and his brain was fogging, squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to steady himself.

he opened them back, looking at you. looking at the way you were watching his face, not his body. the way your brows knit together slightly, like you were paying attention to every little reaction, like you got off by the way his face contorts, made his chest tighten.

you noticed the way his breath hitched whenever your thumb brushed his tip, the way his lips parted letting out the prettiest sounds you ever heard. even the smallest reactions, all because of you.

your thighs pressed together instinctively, a quiet rush of heat pooling low in your core at the sight of him like this. you weren't sure when watching him started to feel this good, almost as if you were watching something you shouldn't.

woonhak noticed. not the movement itself, but the way your breath changed when he did. it made his stomach twist pleasantly, feeling his climax come closer.

the idea that his sounds, his reactions, the way he was falling apart under your touch were doing something to you made his heart race faster than before.

his fingers curled into the sheets, feeling closer than before. "I–" he called out, voice cracking. "I think I'm gonna– fuck." his breath catching in his throat.

you felt the way his body tensed beneath your touch, the way his hips stuttered as they tried thrusting up into your hand. you leaned in without thinking, pressing your lips to his, slow and warm as if you were grounding him. the pace of your hand quickening in a way that made his eyes rolled back to his skull.

his whole body gave in at once. he gasped into your lips, the sound muffled and desperate, hands flying to grip tight at your waist. his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his seed spread across your hand, swearing softly under his breath.

"fuck, s-shit– oh my god." his voice cracked. his breath was uneven.

you patted his head with your free hand as the other one slowed down, trying to milk every single drop until he was done. he stayed there until it finally passed, breathing hard. his hands still fisting around your waist, knuckles white.

he let out a shaky sigh, half laughing and half embarrassed. you smiled, cheeks burning just as much as his as you let go his dick. "'you okay?"

he nodded slowly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes were still glossy, and his mouth formed a cute pout. "yeah..." he said quietly, pulling away to grab the box of tissues on his nightstand, cleaning both your hand and his thighs.

he finished cleaning up quietly, pulling his boxers back up. his movements were a little clumsy, sensitive, like his body still hadn't caught up with what just happened.

your ears still buzzed like crazy. heart racing, skin warm, your whole body feeling heavy. watching him cum undone like that, hearing the way his voice broke. it all replayed in your head, sending another quiet wave of heat low in your stomach, making you press your thighs together again without even realising it.

woonhak noticed it, his ears burning red immediately.

"are you...um," he started, then stopped, rubbing his palms against his thighs nervously. "are you okay?" he asked, voice soft and careful.

you felt warmth settling into your chest. you nodded, "yeah." a shy flat smile tugging on your lips. "I am." you said, then hesitantly added, "it was...really nice...hot."

his eyes widened just a little, smiling. "it was?"

you nodded again, cheeks heating up as you started to hug your legs, resting your chin between your knees.

his gaze dropped without meaning to. just for a second.

his breath caught immediately and his face went hot all over again when he noticed the faint darkened patch of arousal on your shorts.

he looked away so fast it almost hurt his neck.

"..sorry," he blurted out quietly, embarrassed before you'd even said anything. his hands curled into the sheets again. "I didn't mean to stare."

you hadn't even noticed what he'd seen until you looked down between your legs. your cheeks burned, instinctively hugging your legs closer, embarrassed as if you didn't just give him the best handjob of his life.

it took him a moment to work up the courage to look at you again. when he did, his expression was soft. careful. almost worried.

"I just–" he hesitated, swallowing hard. "I thought maybe...you might be feeling...kinda worked up too..?" his voice dropped lower, shy but serious. "because of me."

"if you are," he continued, words rushed now, flustered. "I mean– only if you want– I could...maybe help? just a little? not anything you don't want to." he shook his head quickly. "I just don't like the idea of you feeling all...uncomfortable because of me."

his eyes flicked down to your crotch once more, then back up. apologetic and hopeful all at once.

"...I want to take care of you too," he said softly. then, quieter, "even if it's just– I don't know...whatever you want."

you didn't answer right away. instead, you let your legs relax just a little, unwrapping your arms that were around them. his eyes followed every little movement you made.

woonhak swallowed hard. jaw tightening as his gaze dropped again, lingering longer this time, biting back a moan. his hands slid to rest on your knees, thumbs brushing slow, warm circles against your skin.

he leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your knee. not where you were aching. not yet. he reached for both of your hands, locking his fingers with yours and giving them a small squeeze, grounding not only you but himself too.

you leaned forward to kiss him, a muffled whine slipping from you when he started to spread your legs to let himself settle between them. his hands resting on the inner sides of your thighs to keep you spread apart.

his breath ghosted over your body as he lowered himself, close enough feel his warmth even through your shorts. close enough that your fingers tangled in his hair without thinking.

he paused, then look up at you. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, eyes sparkling up.

your breath stuttered. you looked down at him, at the way he was waiting. hands steady on your thighs, gaze warm but intense.

"don't," you said softly, voice barely louder than a whisper. "please."

── 박성호 park sungho ˎˊ˗

he’s the old school gentleman.. whatever you want, he’ll do it for you. with exceptions of funny things of course. imagine this: it’s 2pm in the afternoon and you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, rethinking your life choices of not purchasing a heatpack for your excruciating period cramps. you pick up your phone hoping to distract your mind but found yourself about to text sungho. you hesitate, worried you might be intruding into his practice but you decide your cramps were far too bad. you send a simple text, “bad cramps T^T..” the message sends and two blue ticks appear, though there’s no reply. you pout, maybe he really was busy, it was promotion period.. you put your phone down and close your eyes, hoping to fall asleep and time would move faster. about fifteen minutes later, you hear your apartment front door open. in the next second, your bedroom door then opens wide, revealing a panting sungho. his hair was fluffed up and sticking in different directions, it was clear he had ran from wherever be came from. in his hands were plastic bags full of chips, snacks and desserts. his eyes soften with pity before he sat down next to you on the bed, rummaging through the bags. he pulls out a heat pack. after he warms it up, he hands it to you while using his fingers to push away the hair clinging onto your face, his expression full of worry.

you mumble an apology, “sorry..you ran here didn’t you?.. i shouldn’t have made you come all the way here during promotions-” he flicks your forehead before you could finish, “i care more about you than promotions.. if my girl is stuck in bed withering away, i need to help her. in this case with chips and snacks.” he smiles softly before bringing your knuckles to his lips, peppering kisses. he sits there as you slowly fall asleep, patting you to sleep.

throughout your period, he makes sure everything is under control. he takes most of his time comforting you and being there for you. he takes his time with you, making sure you fall asleep before sleeping himself. he also makes sure you don’t take anything cold within your first 3 days of your period, he’s strict when it comes to your wellbeing.

── 명재현 myung jaehyun ˎˊ˗

he would not notice.. but when he does, he’s super thoughtful and caring. imagine this: it’s 7pm in the evening, you’re cramps had gotten even more unbearable and there you lay on the shared bed, squirming around. jaehyun, who had just stepped out of the shower, stares at you puzzled. it takes him time to piece together but he soon realises it’s your cramps. he lays next to you on the bed, tucking your head below his chin as he strokes your side. you couldn’t help but mumble a stupid question, “would you still love me if i was a rock?” jaehyun stares at you, “you’re a rock. i can’t love rocks.” you pout at his response. “but i will try. i’ll carry you around in my pocket and show you off, ‘my girlfriend is a rock!’ i’ll say.” he snorts before planting kisses on your cheeks. “is it the hormonal questions?” he asks. you nod. he sighs softly, “well, let’s not focus on that. want to do a movie night? your choice of movie.” you smirk, “what about scream?-” he pokes your side, “absolutely not! do you want to get your boyfriend killed from a heart attack-” he pauses as he was met with your pleading eyes. he chuckles feeling ridiculous, “finee, only because you’re cute and you’re on your period.” that night was spent with him screaming and crying.

overall, he would be super attentive. even though he cracks jokes about your period and to make you laugh, he would ask how he can help and try his best to do it for you, even if it’s getting ice cream at 3am. he would listen to all your needs.

── 이리우 lee riwoo ˎˊ˗

he cares in his own silent way. he won’t show how worried he is about you but he is definitely worried especially when you become silent. imagine this: it’s late at night, riwoo comes home from a long day of promotions for his new album. he’s exhausted from the tiring performances and just wishes to take a nice shower. he heads to the bedroom to find a lump under the bedsheets. he pries open the bedsheets to see you curled up in a fetal position, wincing in pain. he can immediately guess what’s the reason. he taps on your shoulder, asking, “do you need anything? heat pack? snacks? a hot shower?” but you never respond. his eyebrows become furrowed in worry. he heads to the kitchen and grabs a heat pack, warming it up for you. he pads back to the room and passes the heat pack to you. once you relax from the heat pack, you wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him whilst apologising. he shakes his head and smooths your hair, “it’s fine, as long as you feel better.” he pinches your cheek and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your eye. 

overall, I think he's super caring and observant to any changes you might feel or need and he'll immediately respond. I feel like he's also the type to crack dad jokes to you when he notices you feeling/acting different and he'll never fault you for anything you do on your period, just worried you'll stain yourself or tire yourself. this man will let you sleep and lay around rotting for however long you want.

── 한태산 han taesan ˎˊ˗

he knows everything. when i say everything.. it’s EVERYTHING because of his prior knowledge with his sister. imagine this: you were at the studio with him, sitting on his lap as he does some producing. out of the blue, he says, “your period is in two days right?” you blink in confusion, you tilt your head up to look at him, “what?” “your period is in 2 days.” he repeats himself. you’re flabbergasted, “..i don’t know.. is it?..” taesan nods, “based on your last cycle-” “you track my cycle?!” you interrupt, absolutely flustered. he nods in response, “with the app.” 

he and the app were right, 2 days later, it arrived. you were curled up, tucked comfortably beside him on the bed. he had everything stocked up like a warzone, pads, tampons, chips, snacks, icecream, face masks and everything essential to battling the period. he strokes your back, comforting you in his own silent way. He occasionally cracks jokes to take your mind off the pain and it works until you burst out laughing and it makes the cramps worse. the silence between the two of you was comfortable as you seek each others presence in the night. he hums a soft tune while patting your back, chin on your head. “you’re so prepared..” you mumble, nuzzling closer to the crook of his neck. taesan laughs softly under his breath, “you’re just not prepared. what would you do without me?” he kissed your temple. you snort, “die probably.. i still can’t believe you track my period cycle..” taesan shrugs, “if it helps my girlfriend then of course i will.. you’re the most important thing to me.”. the next day, he helps you install the period app too.

throughout your period, you don’t even have to lift a single finger. taesan treats you like a precious doll, he has everything under control too, although sometimes messy. even though he’s playful in nature, he never jokes about your period or joke with you a lot during your period. (because you might beat him up) but because he doesn’t want you to feel anything but comfortable. 

── 김이한 kim leehan ˎˊ˗

he will try to distract you from your cramps no doubt, spitting out the most random facts ever while making sure you feel well. imagine this: you lay on the couch, curled up into a ball as you squirm around. “ihannie.. it hurts..” you whine with a groan. you can barely keep your eyes open because of the excruciating pain. leehan, who sits at the dining table, fixated on his laptop which was full of unfinished documents, looks up at you. his eyes soften seeing your pitiful state. he removes his glasses and heads to sit next to you on the couch. he wraps his arm around your waist as he caresses your hair. “want to hear some silly facts? get your mind off the pain, hm?” he speaks gently, pecking a few kisses on the crown of your head. you nod, anything to feel better really. leehan clears his throat, “well do you know that fishes can fart? and they use their farts to communicate and bouyancy control.” you can’t help but giggle seeing his nerd side come out. once he notices your laughter, he smiles softly, “see, it helps.” he pokes your forehead teasingly. you nod your head, snuggling closer to him. the night continues as he spouts more fun facts about fishes as his fingers comb through your hair gently. he doesn’t stop even after you have fallen asleep, only until an hour after, he kisses your forehead, mumbling a “goodnight.. i love you like how fish loves water..”

throughout your period, he’s attentive to your needs and particular, wanting it to be exactly done how you wanted it to be or else he would get scolded or silently treated by your hormones. he’s understanding, knowing you don’t mean your mood swings and you can’t control them. he may be slow with requests but he makes sure it’s up to your expectations and more.

── 김운학 kim woonhak ˎˊ˗

the meme about pad and wings? yes that’s him 100%. although he has a younger sister, i don’t think he knows anything unlike taesan. imagine this: while lounging around at home lazily, his arms around your shoulder as you flip through the different television channels, you feel the feminine intuition to head to the bathroom. woonhak whines softly as you leave his grip but quietens down when you give him a peck on the cheek saying you’ll be back soon. once inside the bathroom, you immediately check and your intuition was right, the day came.. you call out to him, “unhak..” he’s ready, peeking his head into the bathroom. “could you go to the store and grab some pad with wings?” you instruct. he flushes, never having to experience this before he stumbles over his words asking you if he’s really suitable for the job. you shoo him off with a few flicks of your wrist. he spends forever in the store that you wonder if he had somehow lost his way out of the pad section but he finally returns. he opens the bathroom door and gently gives you the packet of pads before slipping out. you frown, the pads were normal pads, ones without wings. you shrug and put them on, having them is better than not having any. as you freshen up and head out of the bathroom, you tilt your head in confusion at the sight of chicken wings on the dining table. “i got you wings.. i didn’t know what flavour to get you..” woonhak mumbles. 

oh. this was awkward.

you let out a snort. you tell him you meant he should get pad with wings for extra security and explained properly what they were. his face was filled with embarrassment as you explained. he stuffs his face in his palms as you stroke his head and console him (whilst giggling at him).

throughout your period, he’s definitely attentive and swift. although he doesn’t know much, he wants to learn and even takes ‘lessons’ from you. you say that it hurts? he has a heat pack ready. you say you want chocolate? he’s got that ready. he’s deffo becomes clingier during your period, wanting to cuddle your cramps away. even though he’s clumsy, he cares.

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You sighed. "Sorry. Can't sleep."

He nodded, opening his arms out for you. You eased into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms around you gently and firmly to stop you from turning. He reached one of his hands to your back, slowly tapping out a consistent rhythm. "Don't turn or move," he whispered. "Just pretend you're asleep."

Riwoo

Riwoo was exhausted from the eventful day, so he was ready to faint the moment he hit the bed. However, he soon realised you were wide awake, staring up at the ceiling.

"What are you doing, my love?"

You turned to face him. "Not sleepy."

He hummed, reaching out and pulling you close. He rubbed your arm slowly. "Do you want anything from me?"

You contemplated. "A lullaby?"

He breathed out a laugh, then gently sang until you fell asleep.

M. Jaehyun

Myungjae is a BIG hugger. But today was just too hot for you.

You kicked off the blankets for the third time. When he tried to hug you, you yanked yourself to the other side of the bed, flipping your pillow over. He smiled lazily. "Hot, princess?"

You nodded, laying starfish on your stomach as you tried to cool down. As the night went on, Jaehyun slowly creeped his hand to lay on top of your head. Sooner or later, once you got cold again, you were squeezed into the loving arms of your touchy boyfriend.

"Night, sweets," he whispered.

Taesan

Your cramps were horrible tonight. Probably the worst you'd ever gotten. You tried to hide it, turning as slowly as possible, but he eventually noticed.

"What are you doing?" he deadpanned.

You looked at him sheepishly. "I can't sleep."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sleep so well usually."

"Yeah, well... I have cramps..." You mumbled, trailing off at the last part.

He realized what you were saying and smiled (buhit buhit!), reaching out. "Darling."

You gratefully got pulled into his warmth, and he put a gentle hand on your stomach, going under your shirt to gently rub it.

"Night, darling."

Leehan

You were way too excited to sleep.

You were going to a concert tomorrow, and it had been your lifelong dream. You kicked your feet in bed, suppressing the hundredth squeal in your throat.

Leehan just laughed at your antics. "If you sleep it'll come faster, hun."

You stared at him with wide eyes. "How can I possibly fall asleep? My life will change tomorrow."

He grins, pulling you into a hug and leaving a light kiss on your forehead. "I'm sure you'll manage." He leans in, unable to stop himself from pecking your lips. You both smile into the kiss.

You laugh. "Is this your method of getting rid of my energy?"

He grins. "Sure. Let's call it that."

The night continued with you both giggling and sharing kisses, until eventually you fell asleep in each other's arms.

Woonhak

You woke up gasping. That dream— no, that nightmare— had felt way too real. You realized your face was wet, tears dripping onto your cheeks. You tried to lightly sniffle, but you soon heard a grunt.

"You crying, love?"

He turned onto his side to face you, eyes widening at your glossy eyes.

"Sorry, bad dream. Go back to sleep."

He shook his head. "Don't apologize, love. You wanna talk about it?"

You shook your head. He nodded, extending his arms out. You let yourself be cuddled, feeling him trace patterns on your back. One hand cupped your head, gently caressing your hair.

"Night, love," he muttered.

your manager gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"don’t worry too much."

easy for him to say.

"he’s a sweet guy. think of him as just another producer."

but that somehow made it worse.

because he wasn’t just anybody.

he was han taesan.

producer. songwriter. idol.

the taesan whose name was buried somewhere in half the demos trainees whispered about.

the taesan who somehow always looked calm in behind-the-scenes videos while everyone else looked like they hadn’t slept in three days.

the taesan who had apparently been trusted with producing your group’s debut song.

no pressure.

your fingers tightened around the lyric sheet.

the studio door slid open before you could think yourself into turning around and pretending you got the room number wrong.

he was already there.

one ear covered by oversized headphones, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, quietly scrolling through files before looking up at the sound of the door.

your eyes met.

he blinked.

you blinked.

"...hi."

"...hey."

silence.

not an uncomfortable one though.

just one where two people seemed equally convinced the other should probably say something first.

then, unexpectedly—

he laughed.

small. quiet. more to himself than anything.

“i’m relieved.”

you frowned.

"...relieved?"

“you look nervous.”

your ears immediately warmed.

“oh—and great, so it’s definitely showing,” you said with a small, nervous laugh.

“but i’m kind of relieved i’m not the only one.”

you stared at him.

"wait...you’re nervous?"

he rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile.

“a little.”

“oh?”

“okay, maybe a lot.”

“but haven’t you done this before?”

“i’ve written songs before. but i’ve never written one for another group.”

the smile on his face was tiny.

almost sheepish.

“like... what if you hate it?”

you stared at him for exactly half a second before pointing at yourself.

“excuse me?”

he blinked.

“what if i hate it? we should be a bit more concerned on what if i ruin it?”

for a second, neither of you said anything.

then he laughed again.

a real laugh this time.

and somehow you were laughing too.

the tension that had been sitting on your shoulders all morning dissolved into something lighter.

something warm.

he held out his hand with a grin that looked more like encouragement than confidence.

“then...”

he tilted his head.

“...let’s both do our best?”

you looked at his hand for exactly one second before shaking it.

“let’s work hard.”

—

the red recording light blinked on.

you adjusted your headphones, inhaled once, and sang.

when the take finished, silence settled over the room for exactly three seconds before his voice came through the speakers.

“one more take?”

you let out a small, steady breath and nodded.

“got it.”

“i liked it.”

“…but?”

“i think you can go a bit deeper emotionally in the second half.”

you focused, already shifting into work mode.

“okay. more build-up into the chorus, or more contrast?”

he leaned back slightly, thinking.

“both. i know what i want it to feel like, i just—”

a pause. his fingers tapped lightly against the desk.

“i can hear it in my head, but i can’t really explain it properly.”

“try me.”

he looked up, intrigued.

“warm, but a little far away,” he said slowly. “like nostalgia, but not sad. more like you’re remembering something you don’t want to lose.”

you listened, then nodded.

“okay. let me something out.”

the next take ended, and he didn’t speak right away.

you could hear him replaying it—once, then again.

then—

“wait.”

his tone shifted, sharper with interest.

“that part before the chorus—can you do it again?”

“like this?”

you sang it once more, softer, a little more suspended at the end.

silence.

then—

“oh.”

“what?”

he sat up slightly.

“that’s it.”

“like that?”

“yeah,” he said quickly. then, quieter, more certain. “exactly like that.”

“i couldn’t figure it out how to explain it,” he admitted, eyes still on the screen. “but you just did it.”

you smiled faintly.

“then i’ll keep that direction.”

“yeah,” he said softly. “i trust you on this.”

and after that, it wasn’t just him directing anymore.

it was both of you, finding the song together.

—

it started off small.

a few days later, you got a message.

“are you free for like… 30 minutes?”

no explanation. no overthinking. just that.

when you walked into the studio, he was already there—same hoodie, same half-focused expression, like he’d been stuck on the same idea for a while.

“i can’t get this chorus right,” he said immediately.

“hello to you too mr. taesan.”

he looked up, then laughed under his breath like he’d just remembered basic social skills.

“hi.”

then, quieter:

“sorry for calling you over. i just… really wanted your opinion.”

that was new.

you stepped closer.

“lets hear it.”

—

by the end of the session, you were both leaning toward the monitor.

“i think it needs less force here,” you said carefully.

he tilted his head.

“less force like… softer? or like—”

“like it’s not trying to convince anyone. it already knows.”

he looked at you.

then nodded slowly.

“…that makes sense.”

then, almost to himself:

“i don’t know why that makes more sense when you say it.”

you shrugged a little.

“same brain, i guess.”

that got a quiet laugh out of him.

—

and after that… it just started happening more and more.

a message here. a “are you free?” there. a demo file waiting for you before you even asked what it was for.

you stopped thinking of it as “helping out.”

it became something else—something unspoken, but steady.

you’d come by, sit down, and pick up on what he meant halfway through his thoughts. he’d wait for your reaction before deciding what he actually thought of a line.

sometimes you didn’t even need to talk much.

just listen. adjust. try again.

and somewhere between late sessions and half-finished choruses, it stopped feeling like work you were stepping into…

and started feeling like something you were already part of.

—

around a few weeks later, things started to shift again.

you were packing up when he spoke.

“…hey.”

you looked up.

“yeah?”

he didn’t look at you right away—like he was letting the words form properly first.

“do you ever want to hang out outside of this building?”

you blinked.

then stared at him.

“outside?”

he nodded once.

“like… not here.”

a pause.

you slowly turned back to your bag, pretending to think when you had already made your decision.

“that’s kind of a dangerous question to ask another idol,” you said, but your voice was softer than your words.

he leaned back in his chair.

“i know.”

no joke in it.

no deflection.

just honest.

“but i’m asking anyway.”

that made you look at him again.

really look.

“right now?” you asked quietly.

he gave a small shrug and a smile.

“right now works.”

your fingers paused on your bag strap.

the idea suddenly felt a little too real to ignore.

“wouldn’t that be too much?” you asked, your voice softer now, trying to sound casual as you ignored how your heartbeat had started picking up.

he tilted his head.

“depends.”

“on?”

“if we’re doing something wrong.”

a pause.

then, a little softer—

“or if we’re just getting coffee and pretending we’re normal people for an hour.”

that broke the tension immediately.

you laughed, a little breathy, shaking your head.

“you’re weirdly bold for someone who was nervous like two weeks ago.”

he hummed.

“who said i wasn't still nervous”

there wasn't any pressure in his words.

just certainty.

“honestly, i think i’d rather ask… than spend time wondering what this could turn into.”

the words hung there for a moment, like neither of you wanted to rush past them.

“…i think i’d rather find out too,” you admitted softly, your voice lighter than your thoughts felt.

then added, trying—and failing—to sound casual:

“but if this gets us caught, i’m blaming your song.”

he blinked.

then a grin broke out on his face—slow at first, like it was trying to stay composed, and then fully giving up.

“wow,” he said, leaning back in his chair, clearly amused now. “my song is already causing problems outside the studio?”

you shrugged, but you were smiling too.

“…i mean,” you said, glancing up at him with a teasing look you didn’t fully try to hide, “it is kind of influential.”

that got him laughing for real—light, surprised, like he hadn’t expected the moment to feel this easy.

“noted,” he said, still grinning as he grabbed his jacket. “i’ll tell it to behave.”

and somehow, as you both moved toward the door, it didn’t feel like stepping out of the studio anymore.

Dongmin knows he’s been good all day.

He helped you lace your long heels up, took you on a nice date, and even now he’s eating you out.

Not once did he hear your usual pet name for him; “Good boy”.

Not even when he pulled out an orgasm out of you within minutes. He starts to wonder if you’re teasing him, staying tight lipped because you know how much he likes to be praised.

When Dongmin’s head starts to cloud up, he pulls away from your heat, resting his chin on your v line. You gasp at the loss of contact, and pick your head up to see the problem.

“What’s the matter, babe?” You barely breathe out, the oxygen previously in your lungs being sucked out by your boyfriend.

“Please..”

Dongmin doesn’t finish the sentence, he debates if you didn’t like the date or are mad at him. He looks into your eyes, trying to tell what you’re thinking.

“Please what?”

You tilt your head, a coy smile forming on your lips. He instantly glances away, a faint red dusting his cheeks.

“Please— I don’t know what I did wrong, tell me I’m doing good.. please.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, you start to wonder what you could’ve done to get him this worked up. You don’t waste your time dwelling on it, though, you have an idea.

“Lay down.”

Dongmin obeys almost immediately, crawling onto the bed next to you. You kick a leg over his waist and straddle him, a soft gasp coming from each of you from the sudden contact.

He watches your bare pussy start to move on the seam of his jeans, hands shooting out to your hips on instinct, guiding you.

“Fuck.. that’s good baby, just like that.”

A whimper falls pathetically out of his mouth, the praise and the pleasure mixing in his mind. Any thought that Dongmin previously had vanishes, the only thing that matters now is how soaked you’re making him.

You lean down, teeth grazing his neck in a way that has him squirming. You suck hickeys down to his chest, soothing them as you go with your tongue.

“Such a good boy— My good boy.”

Dongmin throws his head back, his hips bucking up into your cunt for more friction.

“Treated me so well today too, took me on a date, tied my shoes and even treated me in bed. You deserve a reward.”

You know well he can’t respond to you, not when you’re buttering him up, lips grazing his ear as you too.

He presses you down further on his cock, drinking in the gasp that spills from you.

“Shit! Keep doing that… Good boy.”

He swears he saw stars, as soon as you finish your sentence he cums with a loud moan, glossy eyes watching your juices spill on his designer jeans.

Your hands come up to his torso, caressing up and down while your lips pepper kisses down his neck.

“Now how about that reward?”

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That was until he saw you with your group of friends, and oh how he thought you were the most angelic person he has ever seen—which you were.

Now internally monologuing in his head, he thinks what to do to get you notice him—the process goes like this:

Do I flash her a smile? I mean—ladies do love a guy with healthy pearly whites, right?

Should I ask Riwoo hyung for advice? Does he even have dating experience? Probably with guys. I have a feeling that he's dating Jaehyun but I just can't prove it yet.

Should I just go up to her and ask for her number? Or maybe talk to one of her friends to get her number?

Wait, what if she already has a boyfriend and what if he finds me and beats me to a pulp—oh who am I kidding…

With you on the other hand, you're tanning in the sand while your friends Gaeul, Moka and Sui are playing in the water when you see a ridiculously handsome man sitting outside of the lifeguard tower. While you're starring at this handsome man without realizing that it could get awkward if he looks at you. You look at his hands, oh those beautiful, veiny hands. You wonder what it's like to have those hands wrapped around your— "Hey! What was that for!?" you yell out while rubbing your eyes. Your friends splashed you with water and you're now drenched.

"Come on Y/N, you can tan after. Can you please come into the water with us?" Sui asks with puppy dog eyes. You can never say no to those eyes.

"What if I say no."

"You do know that going in the water makes you tan faster, right?" Gaeul mentions.

"Ugh fine…" you groan and roll your eyes at her as Sui and Gaeul drag you into the water, Moka following behind.

—

Leehan did end up noticing you and went straight to Riwoo—let's just say things were…chaotic. The second he opened the door of the lifeguard tower, he sees Riwoo and Jaehyun, another fellow lifeguard, making out. Hands all over each other and everything. Jaehyun's even pinning Riwoo to the wall.

"Oh my god, get a fucking room you two… why do I have to walk in to the two of you making out in here…? Please do your job—people could be drowning any time."

Riwoo and Jaehyun let go instantly. "Hey! We weren't even making out! We were just—uh… cuddling!" Jaehyun tried explaining to Leehan, terribly.

"Yeah well, can you at least keep the PDA to a minimum please? Thanks—anyways you two, I need advice."

"Oh? Is it a girl?" Riwoo questions the younger one with an eyebrow raised.

"Um…yes it is—you see, there's this girl I saw today tanning, and oh my goodness. She's like an angel that fell from heaven, and not to mention her tan is so damn good," Leehan responds while totally losing it.

"Riwoo honey, is he high?" Jaehyun whispers to his boyfriend.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Riwoo replies. "I mean—just look at those eyes, not a single thought behind them. This kid's a total loser."

"I am NOT a loser by the way," Leehan huffs as he crosses his arms and turns away from them.

"Yeah yeah, okay buddy~ who the fuck says they're not a loser while talking about how good a girl's tan is…"

Oh it's gonna be a long shift…

—

You're in the water with your friends and you've come to the conclusion that being in the water IS fun and DOES in fact make you tan faster. The next thing you know is that Sui is bridal carrying you. "H-hey! Sui put me down!"

"HAHAHA!" Moka starts pointing and laughing at you.

"Moka this isn't funny! Put me DOWN!"

"Okay but it is funny though," Gaeul chimes in, giggling. "You should've seen the look on your face!"

"UGH GUYS I MEAN IT! PUT ME DOWN—"

3…2…1…

SPLASH!

You were thrown into the water, and suddenly you're regretting your life choices after decided to go to the beach with these three munchkins. You're totally going to get back at the, soon. Although the four of you are just having fun and playing around, you hear a sound in the distance—a whistle.

Leehan is sitting on his tall lifeguard chair when he sees some commotion out in the distance, and low and behold he sees you being thrown into the water. He springs into action, blows the whistle, and brings the life float with him on his journey to save you.

He runs into the water and starts screaming for you. "HEY! ARE YOU OKAY!?"

You face the direction towards the voice. "Hm? What's going on…?"

"Beats me." Moka replies unenthusiastically.

When Leehan finally makes his way to you, he feels relieved to you that you're okay.

"Hey, you okay?"

You raise your eyebrows at Leehan as you have no idea what he's saying. "Um, yes? Am I not supposed to be okay?"

"U-um—well, you were drowning, were you not?"

"Uh, no I wasn't…"

"Oh. Well, have a nice day?" Leehan's face turns red. This is the first time he wrongly thought someone was drowning. He knows that once Riwoo and Jaehyun find out about this, oh will the teasing be endless. You just starred at him. For a handsome guy, he's pretty strange and quirky.

—

Leehan walks back to the lifeguard tower with his head down feeling defeated. He looks up and sees Riwoo sitting on the desk doing some paperwork.

"Hyung, I just embarrassed myself…"

Riwoo turns around and looks at Leehan, trying not to hold in a laugh because he's seen Leehan embarrass himself several times in front of pedestrians at the beach. "Oh yeah? How so?"

"I might've thought someone was drowning because her friend threw her into the water, and I swam all the way to her. I even blew the whistle! I just made a fool out of myself in front of her and her friends," Leehan responds defeated and smeared his hands onto his face.

"Oh! Well that's a new one…" Riwoo's eyes widen slightly. "Wait a damn minute, is this the girl whom you said her tan was good?"

"Uh—yes."

"Oh my god Leehan."

"I'm trying here hyung!"

"Oh yeah, definitely."

The next day, Leehan was excited to see you. One problem, you weren't at the beach. So, predictably, Leehan was upset. Very upset. He went inside the lifeguard tower and met up with Jaehyun.

"She's not here," Leehan says sadly.

"It's still pretty early though, I'm sure she'll come later."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Jaehyun gets up from his chair and opens the door, and to Leehan's surprise, it's you.

"Um—hi there! I'm here for the job interview."

"Oh yes! Y/N, right?" Jaehyun asks.

"Yup! That's me," You respond back.

"Great! We were just waiting for you! Just follow me into this room where we do our interviews!" Jaehyun replied professionally, and you followed him into the small interview.

"Uh—hyung?" Leehan whispers to Jaehyun.

"Hm?"

"That's the girl I was talking about."

"Oh, her?" His smirk gets bigger. Oh no, what's he planning.

—

Leehan is waiting outside of the lifeguard tower with very conflicting thoughts. He wants you to get hired so he can talk to you and get closer to you but, he also doesn't want you to get hired because whatever happened yesterday could literally be used as blackmail.

He walks back into the lifeguard tower at the same time you and Jaehyun walk into the main room.

"Well, Leehan—you have a new partner. She's hired."

"O-oh…nice!" Leehan fumbles his words. What a loser.

Jaehyun looks back at Y/N. "Oh shit. I forgot to introduce you to Leehan! Y/N, this is Leehan.

"Nice to meet you Leehan!" Y/N enthusiastically says while shaking Leehan's very sweaty palms.

"N-nice to meet you too…!" Leehan fumbles his words yet again.

"Well then, I'm going to get stuff prepared for today's shift. You two be good. Talk and get to know each other! Play a game of icebreakers or something I don't fucking care," Jaehyun says while patting both Leehan's and your backs a little too aggressively, and he's off.

Once Jaehyun left the lifeguard tower, Leehan stares at the floor.

"Are you just going to ignore me, my lifesaver?"

"Hm?" Leehan looks up at you after you say that.

"Y'know, instead of making a fool of yourself of thinking I'm drowning, you could've just walked up to me if you wanted to talk to me," you say with a slight smirk on your face, feeling amused.

"…"

"You're one quiet guy, aren't you?"

"U-uh... yeah."

You walk up to Leehan and cup his cheeks with your hands. Then, you kiss him. Leehan's eyes widen with the sudden action. He doesn't kiss you back until five seconds after you initiated it. His hands fall to your waist, caressing it, and he's kissing you passionately. Until—

"Y/N, can you come out here for a sec—uh, am I interrupting your make out session?" Jaehyun interrupts realizing he walked in at a wrong time."

You and Leehan both let go from that pretty steamy kiss and you call out to Jaehyun. "Oh right, sorry about that!"

"It's all good, just keep the PDA to a minimum will you?"

"I literally said that when you and Riwoo hyung were making out in here yesterday!" Leehan chimes in.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Jaehyun rolls his eyes and leaves the lifeguard tower.

You look back at Leehan as you both give each other a quick, short and soft kiss on the lips. "Well, see you pretty boy~" and you walk away.

Leehan touches his lips with his fingers. Oh he knows he's so in love to the point where there's no returning back. He's smiling like crazy. What on earth did you even do to him, he wonders. Now he just wants to kiss you all the time.

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“Dude, what the actual fuck—?!” Jaehyun gasps as he jumps out of his own skin, the wooden table under him still vibrating from the force of Sungho’s fork being stabbed into it. 

Sungho glares. He's been glaring for some time now, and not at Myung Jaehyun, but at the spot behind him—using the gap between his ear and his shoulder as a sniper scope. Straight at you. 

Jaehyun swivels around, following his line of sight.

He takes in the view of you silently eating your tray of food, slipping a piece of broccoli into your mouth as you read the book propped up next to it. When Jaehyun eventually turns around to look at Sungho, he's wearing a face of exasperation. “Not this again. Dude…”

“Number 2,” Sungho huffs out heavily, chest rising and falling in rapid fiery breaths. “I'm number two in my class…again.” 

“That's not bad.”

Sungho switches his maniacal glare towards him, making Jaehyun blanch like a ghost. He flails to fix his mistake but the blond is quicker to launch at his throat, “Not bad? …Not…Bad…???” He lets out a crazed laugh, one that won't sound out of place at a mental institution, making Jaehyun squirm in his place. “I have done everything right—I rewrote all my notes, I memorised the shit out of the additional readings… Hell, I even stopped showering for a week just to have more time to study for exams!” 

“Yeah, we needed to stage an intervention for that, remember?”

“I deserve that spot,” Sungho ignores him pointedly. “Why does she hoard it like a mole, can't she let up at least once?? It's been like ten years.”

“She’s more like a squirrel if anything, look at her,” Jaehyun gestures towards how you've been chewing the same thing for the past five minutes, cheeks all puffed out, too engrossed in your reading. “And, it's you that decided to go to the same university as her… Even when you got offers from literally all your top options.”

“That's—” Sungho’s words die on his tongue. He isn't going into the psychoanalysis of why he'd chosen to follow his sworn enemy into the battlefield again, after losing over and over for all of his school years. “I need to do something about this. I'm not gonna lose to her again.”

“Right.”

“I need a game plan.”

“Right.”

There's a menacing glint in Sungho’s narrowed cat-like eyes, duckling yellow hair falling across it to make him look like he's trying very hard and looking intimidating, and failing every bit of the way. But the resolve in his voice is sharp when he says, “L/N Y/N, you are going down.” 

Even if that means he might potentially be dragged down with you. 

SUNGHO'S FOOLPROOF STEPS TO CLIMB TO #1

Step 1: Find the target, then lock the fuck in. 

The clock ticks like a time-bomb about to explode any second, the hands on the dial moving with the pulse of his heart, his fingers tightly clasped within each other on the table. 

His eyes flicker between the wall and the door, maniacally—he’s early by thirty minutes and the waiting might just kill him before the looming disappointment of Rank 2 does. But this is all part of the plan. If he wants to finally shake off the jinx of the second spot (ugh, even thinking those words makes him want to punch a pillow), then he needs to follow through without making mistakes. 

The door finally clicks open and his heart finally soars, excitement building as your figure comes into view. 

You're the same as always: loose, plain clothes, the same half-open backpack hanging off a shoulder, hair a quick work of being pulled together by what appears to be just your fingers. A mess, he would say. Nothing like him. 

And it pisses him off, yeah. Because here is a disaster of a human being somehow doing better than him at what should be his forte. He's the one that spends hours poring over notes and utilising every resource he can get his hands on, going as far to hunt down the hard-to-access ones as well. He's the one that had a carpal tunnel for a month from non-stop typing. He's the one that has to hide his horrific eyebags under makeup in case he ends up spooking another child on the street into crying because they thought they'd seen a ghost. He's the one who works hard, who sticks to his regimen, who never crosses the lines he's drawn for himself, sticking within the confines of rules and propriety.

He's the one that cares. 

You—you don't give two shits about whether you do well or not, but you still somehow just win. 

And the worst thing is that you don't even seem like you're aware of this game you're playing. You're just swinging through life with no stress and still acing every bit of it. 

Sungho loathes it, but because he has ulterior motives (he's not evil, he swears), he plants the best and sugar-sweetest smile he can muster and calls for you. “Y/N, hey!” He grins, waving at you. “I saved you a spot.”

Your shoes scuff on the tiles as you stop walking to stare at him in confusion, a hint of a knot at your forehead. Then your eyes move from him to the empty space he's gesturing at next to him. “Huh?” 

“Come on!” he chimes happily (he's dying inside). “I won't bite.” (Oh yes he will, he so will.)

There's hesitation in your movements, but you've always been too shy to say no, he is aware of that and is shameless enough to monopolise on that fact. 

The second you sit down, you have stepped into the devil’s territory. Poor, poor you. Unaware of his clever schemes, totally clueless that you're about to hand over that first place as though under a spell. Because, guess what, Park Sungho, while the perfect student, is also a perfect campus heart-throb. He's shot many an unsuspecting passerby with the cupid's arrow, doing nothing but existing in all his angelic, golden haired (dye-job but it counts, okay?), feline-natured glory. 

He just has to distract you with his manly wiles until you forget how to study. That's the plan. 

“Oops,” he says as soon as you sit down to prepare for the class, checking your watch for when the professor will arrive. Other students have already started flocking in. “Ah, I think I dropped a pen,” Sungho feigns innocence, searching the floor for the pen he'd discreetly flung down a minute ago.

“Oh!” You’re immediately eager to help, shooting a hand down to scamper for his pen. 

But Sungho is clever; he does the same thing, and before your fingers can grab hold of the pen, his palm grazes yours, sending a tingle up your skin.

You slowly look up, and he does too, leading from the point where you touch to the gentle dips of your cheek, then to the sparkle in your eyes. 

Your eyes sparkle? That's new information... 

“Uh,” he whispers accidentally, but is quick to reel it back with a small cough and a polite smile. “Thanks.” He crinkles his eyes on purpose. 

He’s expecting you to blush. Or flounder for words awkwardly or topple over with the shock of how pretty he is. 

Unfortunately, none of those scenarios happen. You actually shoot him a blinding smile and return right back to your seat, opening up your work. 

And…

Sungho is the one to sit there flabbergasted at the turn of events. Because he hadn't expected you to be nice like that.

Or for your smile to be so…pretty.

Ew, no—! No no no, he does not think your smile is pretty, he’d meant to think petty—that’s it! Ha ha… Yeah…

Ahem.

It doesn't end there, he hasn't forgotten his mission to capture your heart just yet. There are still steps and sub-steps to follow, and he will do just that. A momentary lapse of his brain is nothing that can hold him back. 

So he doubles down on the efforts in the coming days: he brings you an extra cup of coffee for the 8 AM lectures, he offers to hold your bag for you when he sees you roll your shoulders with a pained sigh, he even brings a hairclip for you on the days you forget to brush your hair and need to keep it out of your eyes. 

It's a little counterproductive maybe—your focus definitely improves when you're hydrated and taken care of—but he is playing the long game here. A tiny lift of your spirits before it eventually plummets into the depths of hell, right into his opportunistic hands. 

You don't blush still, but you smile a lot more. When he gets you a slice of strawberry cake as a sweet treat after a test, you return the favour by paying for lunch. You eat together now, Jaehyun needing to find a new eating buddy because Sungho cannot get distracted by his dumb jokes while he's seducing you into failing. He splits his free time into studying, drawing up new and exciting methods to befriend you even further, and then preparing for these mini hangouts he's orchestrated. 

Everything is going swimmingly well. 

Step 2: Do not—absolutely never ever—get sidetracked. 

The ice cream shop is a quaint building at the corner of campus, with white bricks for walls and vanilla circling the air. The ideal spot for a romantic endeavour.

And Sungho is deviously romantic, of course. He's still stuck below you on the rank sheet, but the gap isn't all that big. It doesn't hurt him the same anymore. Just makes him determined to knock you off your throne. 

“Hmm…which flavour?” you ask, blinking at the shiny glass display holding a trillion different shades of ice cream. 

Sungho has to be a gentleman. So he says, “Anything you choose,” and he does it with a soft smile and lovesick eyes. (He practiced that morning in the mirror and almost fell in love with himself; it's a guaranteed trap.)

Your face breaks out in a happy grin, hair loosely falling along your cheek. It's a nice view—he has to admit—for how long he's known you from afar all these years, it's strange to see you up this close, with a smile that's admittedly very beautiful in the objective, factual, scientific sense. He's only agreeing with the voice in his head because he is after all, a scientific man, not for any other reason. 

Eventually you settle on a rocky road (he'd predicted this to be honest, you've got a raging sweet tooth), and end up with a wonky cone with two scoops bulging out of it. 

“You really like it, huh?” he chuckles at the way you eat it like a little kid would, with stars in your eyes. 

You nod shyly, twirling it around in your hand. “It's yummy. I had it a lot while I used to pull all-nighters in high school.”

“Yeah? Is that why you'd show up in the morning looking like a bird made a nest in your hair?” he teases, and he's met with a pout that makes him laugh at your reaction. “Sorry, sorry, just kidding. It wasn't that bad.” He holds his hands up in surrender, still grinning. 

It's a slow morning. There aren't any classes until noon, and the air is thick with the scent of spring—birds singing up on treetops, the lawn plush and green with rose bushes lining the curbs. Perfect romantic weather for a romantic scheme. 

Sungho is savouring the cup of vanilla in his hand when he looks up to see a tiny spot of brown at the corner of your lips. 

You haven't noticed yet, too engrossed in your own ice cream, and well—he tells himself it's just the messiness of it that bothers him. Not the way it mars your nice lips, no way. And his hand just moves on its own because he's always had a good instinct for cleanliness, not because he wants to touch you. 

But your eyes widen just the tiniest amount when soft skin thumbs at your face, swiping away the sweetness there. He watches closely, watches every minor change in your expression—the soft blinks, the stillness of your breathing, the way you have a gentle pink running up your cheeks.

His brain wants to scream jackpot! It wants to celebrate the victory of getting you to blush, of finally tripping you over into his metaphoric claws. 

But…

But why the fuck is his own face also heating up like a furnace?! 

He feels like he has a fever, a terrible affliction that causes his heart to run a mile a minute and for his mouth to stop working. Was he dying? Was he going insane? 

His thoughts only come to a swerving stop when you regard him with a sunny smile and say, “Thanks.” 

Thanks for what, really? He wonders. But he's quick to bury those complicated musings in favour of changing a steady mantra of ‘remember the plan, the plan, the plan, the plan—’, until he tunnel-visions and sees nothing but the score sheet pinned up on the bulletin in front of the lecture hall. 

Sungho does not stop until he's back in the safety of his dorm, having faked a stomach ache to run here before his next class—until he's splattered water into his face and climbed into bed without even changing out of his outside clothes, like a madman. Today marks the first day he's ever skipped a class. 

But it’s of no help at all, because he still ends up having a nightmare of your face giddy with happiness, and he burns like a fire the whole time he dreams. 

Step 3: Sympathy is for losers. Do not ever take pity on your enemy; it's a trap. 

The score sheet flutters from the draft through the window, the pale sun cutting dull lines across your name, and his right below.

Sungho tightens his fist, his jaw clenched in fury. At himself, not at anyone else. He's tried to do it this time, really pushed himself beyond what he thought was even possible. But it's of no avail when you've managed to secure the top marks again. 

“Oh,” he hears your voice from behind him, a small sound that he only picks up through the ruckus of students from how often he spends listening to it these days. 

When he turns back, he expects you to smile at him, maybe even give him a victory hug the way you do these days. But all he sees is the thin line of your mouth and the empty void in your stare. And…tears? 

“Hey,” he begins, instinctively on edge from worry. He doesn't even make it to you before you've schooled your expression into apathy, a robotic reaction so different from what he'd just caught a glimpse of before. He pushes forward anyways. “Come with me,” he says softly, wrapping a hand around your wrist and getting you through the crowd. 

You follow him quietly until he's found an empty lecture room, closing the door behind him and leading you over to the elevated stage in front. 

“Look at me,” he coaxes, gently bringing your gaze to meet his, with a soft palm guiding your cheek. “What's up, hm?”

“Nothing.”

It's a typical answer he'd have expected from you maybe some months ago and wouldn't have back an eye at back then. But now—now it feels odd. Like you're hiding so much and he’s only learnt to read past your mask, still in the process of figuring the meaning behind your little quirks. 

He knows you fiddle with pencils when you're nervous, that you twirl your hair when you're shy, the way you sometimes space out into distances when you're pondering something, when you're digesting a paragraph before it makes sense to you. And now, there's a tension in your shoulder that he knows is none of those things. 

“You can tell me anything, I won't judge,” he says, and it sounds true to his own ears for once. For once, he isn't lying. 

You open your mouth to deny, but you must be holding a lot in that a sharp, pained gasp escapes instead, and years begin to well up past your waterline before you've readied yourself to fight it. 

“I—” you try, and it tapers off into a choked sound when Sungho’s palms hold you with even more tenderness. “I’m not…I don't deserve it,” you confess into the air like it's a secret you've kept forever.

It doesn’t make complete sense to Sungho, but the one thing that he can say with his whole heart now is that if there is anyone that deserves all the good things in the world, it’s you. He’s been looking your way forever now—how could he not see how much soul you pour into your work… How dedicated you are and how diligent you are. He’s been envious of that talent of yours to absorb material like you’ve breathed in all the details and then recollected every bit of it on a test paper, but right now, he can only admit that it doesn’t just sprout from nowhere—you’ve honed that skill to perfection by working hard. 

“You do,” he disagrees gently, brushing the corner of your lashes with his thumb. “You deserve all of it.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing…I…” You sniffle. “I don’t want to complain, I feel like an ungrateful brat when I do.”

Sungho lets out a soft chuckle at your words. “You’re anything but that. You say sorry to furniture when you walk into them…and you always ask me questions more than you talk about yourself. Not an ungrateful bone in you, Y/N.”

“It’s just,” you suck in a breath, finally managing to stop the tears from flooding down your face, just for a second. “I keep working, over and over, day and night, but I don’t know why I do it…”

“Hm?”

“I just feel so…lost…sometimes.”

Oh. 

Oh… Sungho realises a lot at that moment. Most of all, how he’d really chalked you up to be this superheroic entity that couldn’t feel more than just happiness and apathy. After all, you’re just a person. You’re just like him. Someone who is wandering life without having figured it all out. 

“I try so hard but I never know what I’m doing it all for and…today I just…I don't know, it's so stupid,” you bite back your sobs,body quivering from how tightly you hold yourself together, afraid of breaking apart. “I don't even like seeing my name up there anymore. It just reminds me I’m faking it all.”

“Who cares?” 

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, a little shocked, somewhat confused. “Huh?” 

Sungho shakes his head at how cute you look, all red and puffy-cheeked. “Who cares if you're faking it or not? I'm proud of you for getting that top spot again, and you should be too. I like how smart you are and how capable you are and how you never let it get to your head,” he says softly, in a voice reserved just for you. “Couldn’t be me.”

His funny smirk pulls an unexpected laugh out of you, even though it's tinged with the remnants of your tears. “Hey, look at that, you're laughing!” he teases, pushing your hair out of the way to get a better look at your pout. “How could someone so smart be so cute… It's unfair, honestly.”

It's too late when he realises he's said the last part out. It only occurs to him when you reply with, “You're only saying that because you're my boyfriend.”

…

Sungho stops breathing. 

Huh…?

Boyfriend?

You're unaware of how wide his eyes have gotten and how he resembles a fish letting out bubbles through its mouth right now. “I actually have thought of giving up this whole thing y’know—drop out of school and waste everything I’ve worked towards, because sometimes it feels like a race with no end and I’m just moving because I have to…” You press your forehead against this chest, leaving wet splotches of tears on his shirt. “But seeing you study with so much ambition…it makes me want to try just as hard. I like that we're always together on the grade sheets. It's not as hard when I’m not alone.”

And fuck, oh fuck, Sungho is late to so many realisations today. For someone who prides himself on his brilliance, he is so, so stupid.

“I'm your boyfriend,” he says out loud, the factual truth of the universe. “You're my girlfriend.”

The sun rises in the east. It sets in the west. Myung Jaehyun is annoying. The outings you go on are not schemes—they’re dates—the very real kind. You are smart. You are his girlfriend. Objective truths that not even his mouth has an argument for. 

“Yeah,” you look up at him, all the wonders of the world shining in your eyes. God, you're so pretty. He's blushing like the embarrassment he is, completely ashamed that it's taken so long for him to figure this out. “Aren't we?” you ask.

Beyond all the shameful musings, Sungho is not one to let go of a good thing that's happened to him. He's not an ungrateful idiot, just an oblivious one. 

“We are,” he nods feverishly, matching the red of your skin. “I'm so happy that we are. I don't even care that you beat me to pulp on our exams anymore.”

This garners a giggle from you; you probably think he's joking, but he's dead serious when he says it. He doesn't give two shits that the scheme has backfired and instead of making you fall for him, he's done the exact opposite. And maybe, maybe he's been in love for as long as he's known you—just that he'd taken his unending interest in you as spite and not what it really was. A crush. A stupid, one-sided crush he’d never managed to put out. 

“We haven't even had our first kiss though,” he ends up blurting out, watching you melt into his hands. 

You must be dead set on surprising him today, because even though he comments with no intention to coax you into one, you pull him closer to press your lips against his, a clumsy but sweet kiss landing against the corner of his mouth. It's so quick, but it still manages to pull a whimper out of him. 

“Now we have,” you reply, coy and soft.

“That was just a victory kiss. For demolishing the exams again,” he tosses back. “Give me another.”

“For what?”

“For buying you ice cream all the time, duh.”

He half expects you to push him away, but in a second, your lips are back on his, slower than before. He takes it as a sign to return the favour, and the classroom melts away in your peripheries. 

In his head, Sungho makes a correction to the principles he's lived by until now, scratching out his not-so-successful plan with an imaginary red pen—because Park Sungho is no longer just a man of routine, he's a man in love.

Step 3: Sympathy is for losers. Do not ever take pity on your enemy; it's a trap. 

And then, in its place, he makes a correction—a reminder for future-Sungho. Something like a promise. 

Step 3: Fall in love with your rival. Then ask her to marry you one day. 

He seals it with another kiss. 

a/n: hope this was a fun little read for everyone and that it warms your heart/made it laugh as much as it made me happy to write it. for everyone dealing with exams right now, remember to take it easy and know that things always end in happiness despite the road-bumps you may experience on the way. and for fae, i hope you don't stress yourself out too much because we're all rooting for you and will be there for you whenever you want to unload your worries <33

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