God, you're so annoying - Yang Jungwon
"Just take it, will you?"
Genre --> academic rivals, high school, childhood friends
Summary --> -Jungwon has been the perfect student, son, and class president since the start of middle school. His vice president, y/n, had always lost by one vote. Now that high school has started for the two of them, Jungwon begins to realise his determined vice president has fallen behind, losing her spark day by day. He doesn't even realise it, until he finds himself missing her ever-annoying presence. -
Whenever y/n saw Yang Jungwon pass by in the hallways, she couldn't hide her frustration. It was in his perfect posture, smug face, and broad shoulders that did it. Not once did Jungwon seem intimidated by her. His position had remained the same for all the fourteen years she had known him, the only president her class had ever known.
Always second to Jungwon.
She was nothing but Jungwon's vice president. When, Jungwon was sick, she was the replacement. When Jungwon had important taekwondo tournaments, she was the replacement.
And after over a decade of trying, she couldn't take it any longer.
The summer before high school began, y/n had a plan in mind. A "social experiment" - that’s what she told herself. Although she knew deep down it was just her pathetic self burning out.
It would start off with coming to school late (which, she never had in all her years of school), then missing assignments (that she had to train herself not to reach for and complete), and then refusing to study.
Bringing her to the horrid situation she was placed in now. Y/n sat in awe at the modest little numbers “89%” on the most recent math test. An A-. How sweet, she thought.
Instead of crying over a careless mistake that had her one mark off from a hundred, whilst Jungwon stood unfazed, handing his perfect paper properly back to the teacher, she smiled.
She could feel the strain in her cheeks as she kept the smile up. Just one more week. After this semester, I’ll be better than ever. This is just a test. It’s a calculated experiment, I swear.
She stood up calmly and walked towards the teacher’s desk. Preparing herself for whatever disappointed comment she would receive for her newest grade.
Jungwon stood behind her - waiting to hand back his paper as well.
"Mr. Perfect probably got a hundred again" - she muttered to herself.
He stood confidently tall, paying zero attention to the fuming girl in-front of him.
“Y/n this is the first time in a while! Even the class average was a 90. This is not the grades a vice president should be achieving. Have you not been sleeping well? I can see your eyebags…”
She knew Mrs Park was old, but she may have well screamed it in the morning announcements. The same broadcasting club that Jungwon had been the captain of. How irritating.
She winced in embarrassment, and walked back towards her seat. Just as she rolled out her chair, a gentle tug on her blazer sleeve stopped her. Turning around she faced,
Looking down on me again - aren’t you?
“What happened?” His eyes narrowed in genuine curiosity.
“Nothing, I guess I just didn’t try” y/n snapped back at the boy.
“You? Not trying? That’s a first” he scoffed turning his head away, before leaving the class with his friends.
And, he didn’t say another word.
Y/n clenched her fists like a child having a tantrum.
Why does he always have to have the last word? And, why is it so hot in here? Did Mrs Park lose the ac remote again??
“Y/n come on, you can blush over your boyfriend later.” Ella screamed from outside a window.
Taking off her jacket, y/n rushed out the door in a hurry. Speaking to herself like an idiot.
Hah. Yang jungwon? Never in a billion years would that guy be my boyfriend. He’s so proud and smart and-
Her thoughts were cut off by the overwhelming noise of the cafeteria.
Certainly not because of the awkward eye contact she had made with him, whilst he sat with his friends.
The day had gone by quicker than expected in y/n's mind. When you spend all your time resisting the urge to raise your hand it tends to go by even faster.
Guess I don't need to go to table tennis club today. Great. I don't have to witness Jungown win every match for the whole hour either.
She took out her phone with a sigh. Only to see,
"Sweety, can you take the bus today? The car's broken again." : from Dad <3
Oh. It's starting to rain though. And its cold. Where the hell did I leave my blazer now??
Y/n ran back and forth between the hallways, in search of her jacket. Only when she noticed how dark the sky had gotten, she realised there would be nothing worth waiting for at the bus stop.
No jacket? No car? No phone battery. What am I gonna do with my life. Hopless, she hung her head low.
"Nice to see you too." Jungwon cocked his head to the side. A knowing grin plastered on his face,
"Late again, are you y/n?"
"Shut up." Y/n turned away, scrunching up her face in annoyance.
He sat down calmly next to her, watching the raindrops slowly increase. "I would, but you'd be bored then. and your dumbass is just gonna keep whining like usual, and wait for your imaginary bus."
Y/n couldn't really collect her thoughts. She envied how carefree his life was. Naturally gifted. How nice would that be? Must be nice to have a jacket in this weather as well. I bet he he has his driver to come pick him up too. Spoiled.
She turned her head to look at him.
Jungwon laughed, shaking his head, he handed her his bus ticket.
"Oh." Y/n's ears flushed with embarassment.
Thought I knew him at least a little bit...
Even in the now downpour, an old lady emerged from beside the dimly lit bus stop, pushing a trolley of mangoes. For it was Spring.
Without even thinking, Y/n ran quickly towards the lady in the pouring rain.
"Auntie! Aunte!! Please wait."
The lady swiveled her head towards the young school girl, her eyes lighting up.
"One mango please!" Y/n took a quick glance at Jungwon, who had ironically taken "a quick glance" at her too, before changing her request. "Actually, two will do. Thank you!"
She waved the lady goodbye, letting her keep the change, before running back towards the bench. Only to see Jungwon finding the roof of the bus stop incredibly fascinating.
She was met with no words. Instead, a blazer was sternly shoved in her face.
Jungwon cleared his throat. "Please take it."
"God, you're so annoying. Just take it, will you? I'm being serious."
Not until then, did Y/n decided to look down at her bright pink bra on full display, underneath her drenched (practically transparant) white blouse.
"Uh-", she reached for the blazer without any further questions.
They sat in silence for the next five minutes, giving Y/n just the right amount of time to reflect on the incident that had just occured.
Monotonously, she handed Jungwon a mango.
"Here. If u wanna eat it now, I have an extra spoon in my lunchbox,"
Jungwon had taken it, but couldn't utter the words "Thank you." To him, he felt it was unnecessary with Y/n to do so.
Y/n didn't expect one either. She sat back in her seat, took out her spoon and began eating the mango herself, comfortable in the warmth of his large blazer.
"I'm good. I'll save it for later."
Still digging into the fresh yellow flesh with her spoon she mumbled, "I actually hate mangoes."
"Asked." He stared at her shoes, trying to hold his laughter like a fool. Only Y/n could mess up Jungwon’s poised composure.
"Wow. Mr. Perfect has jokes now huh?" she mocked, rolling her eyes.
"But why eat it then?" he observed her childish behaviour.
"Can't avoid the things you don't like all the time. Can you? Plus, I just felt bad."
"Is that why you aren't avoiding me?" he asked innocently.
"You really are a pain in the ass, Yang Jungwon." she sighed.
"I missed you, you know?" he whispered, as though he were talking to himself.
Y/n stopped having a go at the mango - just to process his words.
He coughed, flustered. "What I meant was, I missed having competition. Class is so boring without someone worth competing with. So, what happened?"
"I already told you. Nothing." she avoided Jungwon's persistant eyes. Hiding her reddening face.
"Then stop ignoring me, stupid. Come back." Jungwon took out his phone, calling a taxi driver he had trusted. "There, she's here now."
"Who?" Y/n raised her eyebrows, concerned.
"Your taxi driver. She's a woman. You'll be safe. I know her," Jungwon casually said.
"Good to have female connections. Right Jungwon?" She found it hard to ignore the bubbling jealously rising in her heart.
Get a hold of yourself Y/n. Why do you even care? He literally just called a taxi for you.
"She's my cousin, relax. You're cute when you're jealous." He laughed, pointing towards the small white Honda. “And she's here now. Say hi to her for me."
"I hate you." Unsure of what to say, Y/n grabbed her things before getting in the car.
"Love you too," Jungwon replied softly, gazing at her blazer, which he had forgotten to return folded neatly in his bag.
