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Characters: Louis, Y/n, Juhoon.

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst.

Sinopsis: "If you debut, I'll be your girlfriend."

Kim Y/N made that promise as a joke, fully expecting her lazy schoolmate, Louis, to fail. Two years later, his face is breaking the internet as the nation's hottest rookie idol and he's standing outside her door, ready to collect his prize.

Chapter :

One

Two

Three

Four

Characters : Kim Ryul x Y/n

Genre : Office Romance, Smut, Age gap

Summary : A secret office romance. A cold heir. A loyal employee. Behind closed doors, their positions are reversed.

❗Minors do not interact❗

Oneshot

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

"We are at work, Mr. Kim. I am not ignoring you. I am doing my job."

"Drop the title. There’s no one else here."

Y/n didn’t look up from her tablet. She stood beside the massive mahogany desk, her posture perfectly straight, checking the schedule for the afternoon. Behind the desk sat Kim Ryul. Twenty years old. The youngest son of the company’s chairman. To the employees beyond the frosted glass of his office, he was a ruthless, icy heir who fired managers twice his age without blinking.

To Y/n, he was an absolute headache.

"I said," Ryul’s voice dropped, losing its commanding edge, "drop the title, Noona. Please."

Y/n sighed. She tapped the screen, locking the tablet, and finally looked at him. Ryul was glaring at her, but his eyes were red rimmed. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscle fluttered. He looked desperate and angry.

"Ryul. We talked about this," she said, her tone calm and steady.

"No, you talked. I just listened," he snapped, standing up. He walked around the desk. He was tall, his broad shoulders filling out the expensive tailored suit, yet when he stopped in front of her, his shoulders slumped. "My mother wants to set me up on a blind date this weekend. With the daughter of the Han Group."

"I know. I scheduled it."

Ryul stared at her. His chest heaved. "You scheduled it?"

"It’s my job as your secretary."

"You’re my girlfriend."

"Keep your voice down," Y/n said sharply.

Ryul stepped closer, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He didn’t touch her. He never touched her unless she allowed it. "I want to tell them. I’m going to tell my father today. I’m canceling the dinner, and I’m bringing you to the main house."

"If you do that, I will quit."

Ryul froze. The anger in his face instantly dissolved into sheer panic. "Don't say that."

"I mean it, Ryul," Y/n said, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Think about it logically. You are twenty. You’re still in university while acting as a director here. I am twenty five. I’ve worked for your father for three years. If you bring me home, they won’t see a girlfriend. They’ll see an opportunistic, scheming older woman who seduced their naive son to get to his money."

"I’m not naive. I pursued you!"

"They won't care." Y/n stepped closer, invading his space. Ryul inhaled sharply, his breath hitching as her scent hit him. "They will fire me. They will blacklist me. And they will lock you down or send you abroad. Is that what you want?"

"No," he whispered.

"Then you go to the dinner."

"I don't want to see her." Ryul reached out, his fingers tentatively gripping the fabric of her blazer. He pulled her a fraction of an inch closer. The cold, untouchable boss was gone. In his place was a boy who looked entirely dependent on the woman standing in front of him. "I just want you. Only you. Please, Noona."

Y/n looked at his hand, then up at his eyes. He was begging. It always amazed her how easily he crumbled behind closed doors. Outside, he barked orders and made executives sweat. Inside, he just wanted to bury his face in her neck and be told what to do.

She reached up and pressed a button on the wall panel. The electronic blinds on the office windows whirred, sliding shut and blocking out the view of the bullpen. She walked over to the door and locked it. Click.

Ryul watched her, swallowing hard. His eyes tracked her every movement.

Y/n walked back to him. She didn't stop until her shoes bumped against his. She reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling his head down.

"Look at me," she ordered.

Ryul looked down at her, his dark eyes wide, pupils dilated.

"Who do you belong to?" she asked, her voice low.

"You," he answered immediately, without a second of hesitation.

"And who makes the decisions about our relationship?"

"You do."

"So when I tell you to go to that dinner, smile, and leave early without touching her, what do you do?"

"I do exactly what you say." His voice trembled slightly. He moved his hands to her waist, gripping her tightly. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. "But I hate it. I fucking hate it, Noona. I hate hiding. I want everyone to know you're mine."

"I know." Y/n ran her fingers through his meticulously styled hair, messing it up. She felt him shudder against her. "But for now, this is how it has to be. Until you are the chairman. Until no one can tell you what to do."

Ryul pulled back, looking at her with a raw, burning intensity. "When I take over, I’m putting a ring on your finger the very next day. I swear to God."

Y/n smiled faintly. "We'll see. Now, sit down."

She let go of his tie and pointed to the leather couch in the corner of the office. Ryul obeyed instantly. He walked over and sat down, spreading his legs, looking up at her expectantly.

Y/n slowly took off her blazer, tossing it onto one of the armchairs. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her silk blouse. Ryul didn’t blink. His chest rose and fell heavily. The way he looked at her like she was the only source of oxygen in the room always sent a rush of heat straight to her core.

She walked over and stepped between his parted legs. Ryul immediately wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her flush against him. He rested his cheek against her stomach.

"You stress me out," Y/n muttered, running her hands down his shoulders, feeling the tension bunched in his muscles.

"I’m sorry," he mumbled into her shirt. "Punish me, then."

Y/n grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. Ryul gasped, his lips parting. She leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was hard, bruising, claiming. Ryul responded instantly, his tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her frantically. His hands moved up her back, gripping her tight enough to leave bruises.

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Take off your jacket."

Ryul scrambled to comply. He shrugged off the expensive suit jacket, letting it drop to the floor. His hands went to his tie, ripping it off and unbuttoning his shirt with clumsy, hurried fingers.

Y/n watched him. She liked seeing him lose his composure. She liked knowing that the man who terrified half the building was currently trembling because she was looking at him.

Once his chest was exposed, Y/n pushed him back against the couch. She straddled his lap, her pencil skirt riding up high on her thighs. Ryul groaned at the friction. His hands immediately went to her bare thighs, his thumbs pressing into her soft skin.

"Noona," he breathed, his voice thick with need.

"Quiet," she commanded softly.

She leaned down and pressed open mouthed kisses along his jawline, moving down to his neck. Ryul tilted his head back, giving her complete access. He let out a low, needy sound when she sucked on a spot right above his collarbone.

"Don't leave a mark," he whispered, though his hands were pulling her hips down harder against his growing erection. "I have a meeting at two."

"I know your schedule better than you do," Y/n replied, biting his earlobe. "I decide what happens."

"Yes. You do."

Y/n reached between them. She unbuckled his belt. The metallic click was loud in the quiet office. She unzipped his trousers. Ryul’s breath hitched. He was already painfully hard, straining against his dark boxer briefs.

She pulled them down just enough to free him. He sprang out, thick and heavy, pressing hot against the fabric of her panties.

Ryul couldn't wait. He reached under her skirt, his fingers hooking the edge of her underwear, pulling them aside. He pushed two fingers inside her in one swift motion.

Y/n gasped, her back arching. "Ryul—"

"You're so wet," he murmured, his eyes dark, fixed on her face. "You like seeing me desperate, don't you?"

"I told you to be quiet." She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her core. She didn't want him doing the work right now. She wanted to dictate the pace.

She gripped him. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking upward instinctively. Y/n aligned him with her entrance. She looked into his eyes. They were completely blown out, filled with nothing but raw devotion and lust.

She sank down.

Ryul threw his head back, letting out a choked groan as she took him in completely. "Fuck. Noona."

Y/n gripped his shoulders, grounding herself as the fullness stretched her. It was always intense with him. For all his submissiveness outside of the act, his body was built to overwhelm.

She began to move. Slow, deliberate circles with her hips. Ryul squeezed his eyes shut, his hands gripping the leather cushions beside him to keep himself from grabbing her and taking over. He knew the rules. When she started it, she finished it her way.

"Look at me," she demanded.

He opened his eyes. They were glassy.

"Who is this for?" she asked, increasing her pace, riding him with steady, deep strokes.

"Me," he choked out. "Just me."

"And that girl on Saturday?"

"Nothing," he said, his voice straining as she ground down on him hard. "She’s nothing. I won't even look at her. I swear."

"Good."

Y/n picked up the pace. The only sounds in the room were the wet slapping of their bodies, the creak of the leather sofa, and Ryul’s ragged breathing. He was losing his mind. Every time she sank down, hitting that deep spot inside her, she let out a quiet, breathy moan that drove him insane.

Ryul couldn't hold back anymore. His hands abandoned the couch and gripped her hips. He started thrusting upward, meeting her downward movements with brutal force.

"Ryul," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"I need to," he grunted, his hips snapping up. "Please. Just let me."

Y/n let him. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his shoulder, letting him set the rhythm. He was relentless. He thrust into her over and over, deep and fast, his hands holding her exactly where he needed her.

"I love you," he whispered frantically, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, her jaw. "I love you so much. Don't leave me. Never leave me."

"I'm here," she managed to say, her words breaking as a sharp wave of pleasure built in her lower belly. "Ryul, I'm close."

"Come for me," he pleaded, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. "Show me."

Y/n cried out softly, her inner muscles clamping down hard around him. The climax hit her hard, washing over her in a rush of heat. She slumped against him, her breathing ragged.

Her tightening pushed Ryul over the edge. He let out a loud groan, burying his face in her neck. He gave two more violent thrusts before going completely stiff beneath her. She felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a long time. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the office.

Ryul held her tight against his chest. His arms were wrapped securely around her, one hand resting on the back of her head, stroking her hair. The beating of his heart slowly returned to normal against her own.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly into her hair.

"I'm fine," Y/n murmured. She lifted her head, looking at him. His face was relaxed, the harsh lines of stress gone. He looked his age. He looked like a twenty year old boy in love.

Y/n carefully lifted herself off him. Ryul let out a soft whine of protest, trying to pull her back, but she swatted his hand away.

"I need to clean up. We have work," she said, grabbing a box of tissues from his desk. She tossed him a handful and used the rest for herself.

Ryul watched her adjust her skirt and straighten her blouse. He slowly wiped himself and pulled his trousers back up, zipping them with a sigh. He didn't bother buttoning his shirt yet. He just sat there, elbows on his knees, watching her.

"Stop staring," Y/n said, walking over to the mirror hanging near the coat rack to fix her hair.

"I like looking at you."

Y/n paused, looking at his reflection. He looked genuinely happy.

She turned around and walked back to him. She stood between his legs again, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on her stomach.

"I will go to the dinner," he said quietly, his voice muffled against her clothes. "I won't cause a scene. I will be polite. But I won't agree to see her again."

"That's all I ask," Y/n said, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm going to work harder," Ryul continued, tightening his grip on her. "I'll learn the business faster. I'll secure my shares. When my father can't threaten me anymore, I'm telling them. You won't be able to stop me."

Y/n looked down at him. She knew the reality of their world. Chaebol families didn't care about love. They cared about power, connections, and wealth. The road ahead of them was nearly impossible. If they got caught now, she would be ruined. But looking at Ryul, seeing the absolute determination in his eyes, she let herself believe him, just for a moment.

"Okay," she said softly. "When you're the chairman. You can do whatever you want."

Ryul looked up at her, a genuine, bright smile breaking across his face. It transformed him completely. "Promise?"

"I promise."

Suddenly, the intercom on the desk buzzed.

"Mr. Kim? The department heads are waiting in the conference room for the two o'clock meeting."

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Ryul dropped his arms from her waist. He stood up, his face hardening back into the cold, impenetrable mask he wore for the world. He grabbed his shirt, buttoning it up with quick, efficient movements, then tied his tie perfectly. He slipped his suit jacket back on, adjusting the cuffs.

In ten seconds, the desperate, clingy boy was gone. The ruthless heir was back.

He walked over to the desk and pressed the intercom button. "I'll be there in two minutes. If anyone is unprepared, tell them to pack their desks."

He let go of the button. He turned back to Y/n.

"Are my clothes okay?" he asked, his voice low again.

"You look perfect, Mr. Kim," Y/n said, slipping easily back into her professional demeanor. She picked up her tablet from the desk.

Ryul walked over to the door. He unlocked it, but before he pulled the handle down, he looked back at her. The cold mask slipped, just for a second, revealing a soft, tender look in his eyes.

"After the meeting," he said quietly. "Can we get dinner? At my place?"

Y/n smiled faintly. "I'll add it to your schedule."

Characters : Martin x Juhoon x Jihye (oc)

Genre : Fluff, Teen Romance, High School.

Summary : One pink note turned Martin and Juhoon's lives upside down. Now, everyone at school thinks they are gay.

Chapter 1

"Do you think I am handsome?" Martin asked.

Juhoon turned his head and looked at Martin. "Are you sick?"

"I am perfectly healthy," Martin said. "Answer my question. Look at my face."

Juhoon looked at Martin's face. "Your face is too long. Your nose is too big. Your hair is messy. You are not handsome."

"You are wrong," Martin said. He pulled out a small mirror from his backpack and looked at his own reflection. "I have strong jaw muscles and nice eyebrows."

"You are insane," Juhoon said.

They were sitting at their shared desk in the back of the classroom. The math teacher was standing at the front. The teacher was writing a long equation on the blackboard. The chalk made loud tapping sounds. The classroom was warm.

Martin put his mirror away. He took out his phone. He opened his photo gallery. He looked at a picture he took secretly last month. The picture showed a girl with short black hair. She wore a yellow shirt. She was smiling.

Martin didn't care about the math lesson. He was thinking about the woman in the photo. It was Kim Jihye. She was Juhoon's older sister. She was a university student.

Martin remembered the weekend. He went to Juhoon's house to play computer games. Jihye walked into the living room. She wore grey sweatpants. She held a plate of sliced watermelon. She offered Martin a piece. She called him a 'giant kid'. She laughed. Martin liked her laugh. He liked her face. He liked the watermelon. He decided he wanted to date her.

Juhoon poked Martin's arm with his elbow.

"What?" Martin whispered.

"Pay attention," Juhoon whispered back. "The teacher is looking at us."

Martin looked at the front of the room. The teacher was not looking at them. The teacher was looking at the blackboard. Martin turned his head. He looked at Juhoon. He studied Juhoon's face. He tried to find physical similarities between Juhoon and Jihye. They had the same small nose. They had the same shape of ears.

Martin stared directly at Juhoon's nose.

Juhoon noticed the staring. He turned his head and looked at Martin. "Why are you looking at me?"

"You look beautiful" Martin said.

"Dude, what the hell?" Juhoon said.

"Your nose is small," Martin said.

Juhoon frowned. He looked angry. "Mind your own business." He moved his chair two centimeters to the left, away from Martin.

Martin opened his green pencil case. He took out a small piece of pink paper. He bought the pink paper at the stationery store yesterday. He bought pink because he believed girls liked the color pink. He wanted to write a message for Jihye. He planned to give it to her later.

He took out a blue pen. He placed the pink paper on his notebook. He started writing carefully. His handwriting was messy, but he tried to write clearly.

He wrote: I like the Kim family's beautiful person.

He used the word 'beautiful' because it was a nice word. He used the words 'Kim family' because he didn't want to write her actual name. If he dropped the paper and someone found it, he didn't want them to know her name. He thought this was a very smart plan.

He wrote the second sentence: Please go on a date with me.

He stopped writing. He read the words again. He nodded. It was a perfect message. He folded the pink paper in half. He folded it in half again. It was now a very small pink square. He placed it near the edge of his desk.

The bell rang. It was a loud ringing sound. The math class was over. It was time for lunch.

Juhoon stood up quickly. His wooden chair scraped loudly against the floor. He grabbed his black uniform jacket from the back of the chair. "I am going to the bathroom first," Juhoon said. "Go get a table."

Juhoon turned around. His hip hit the desk. The desk shook.

The small pink paper slid off the edge of the desk. It fell straight down. Juhoon's black backpack was on the floor next to the desk. The zipper of the backpack was open. The pink paper fell directly into the open backpack. It landed between a science textbook and a blue folder.

Martin didn't see it fall. He was looking at his shoes.

Juhoon bent down and grabbed his backpack. He brought it to the cafeteria because his wallet and iPad were inside. Leaving valuables in an empty classroom during lunchtime was a bad idea. He slung the bag over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

Martin looked at the top of his desk. The pink paper was gone. He looked under his notebook. He looked inside his pencil case. He looked on the floor near his feet. He didn't see the pink paper.

Martin shrugged his shoulders. "I will write another one later," he said to himself. He stood up. He walked out of the classroom to go to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was very large and noisy. Two hundred students were sitting at long tables. They were talking and eating. The smell of fried food filled the room.

Martin got a metal food tray. He walked in the line. The lunch lady put white rice, kimchi, and fried pork on his tray. Martin pointed at the pork.

"More, please," Martin said.

The lunch lady gave him one more piece of pork.

Martin walked to a table near the large windows. Juhoon was already sitting there. Juhoon had his food tray. He also had a carton of milk. Martin sat down opposite Juhoon. He put his tray on the table.

"I want more pork," Martin said. He looked at his small portion.

"Go buy more from the snack counter," Juhoon said. He started eating his rice.

"Watch my food," Martin said. "Don't let anyone touch my pork."

Martin stood up. He walked toward the snack counter at the end of the cafeteria. He was 190 centimeters tall. He was the tallest student in his grade. He easily looked over the heads of the other students walking past him.

Juhoon chewed his rice. He swallowed. He wanted to listen to music. He reached down to his open backpack on the floor. He put his hand inside to find his earphones. His fingers touched a small, folded piece of paper.

He pulled it out. It was a pink square. He didn't own pink paper.

Juhoon put his chopsticks down. He unfolded the pink paper. He read the blue ink.

I like the Kim family's beautiful person. Please go on a date with me.

Juhoon stopped moving. He stared at the blue letters. He knew this handwriting. It was very messy. Some letters were too big. Some letters were too small. It was Martin's handwriting.

Juhoon blinked his eyes twice. "The Kim family's beautiful person?" he whispered to himself.

His last name was Kim. He was the only person named Kim that Martin spent time with. Martin didn't have other close friends in the Kim family. Juhoon touched his own face with his left hand. "Doesn't he really think I'm beautiful?"

Juhoon felt his neck become sweaty. He started thinking about recent events.

He remembered yesterday. Martin bought him a strawberry milk. Martin never buys him things.

He remembered this morning. Martin was staring directly at his face during math class. Martin said, 'You look beautiful'. Martin stared right at his nose.

Juhoon felt a cold sensation in his stomach. He picked up his carton of milk. His hand was shaking slightly. He put the straw in his mouth. He drank the milk to calm down.

Martin walked back to the table. He carried a small white plate with extra fried pork. He sat down in his chair. He looked at Juhoon. Martin smiled a very big smile. He was happy because he had extra food.

Juhoon saw Martin smiling at him. Juhoon choked. He spit the milk out of his mouth. The milk sprayed across the table. It splashed directly onto Martin's metal food tray. It covered Martin's rice and pork.

"Hey!" Martin yelled loudly. "My pork is wet."

Juhoon dropped the milk carton. It fell on the table and spilled more milk. Juhoon wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. He stared at Martin. His eyes were wide open.

"Why did you do that?" Martin asked. He frowned.

"You..." Juhoon pointed his index finger at Martin. His finger was shaking. "You are crazy."

"I am hungry," Martin said. He picked up his metal chopsticks. He pushed the wet pork to the side of the tray. "I will still eat it. The milk makes it sweet."

Juhoon stood up quickly. His chair fell backward and hit the floor with a loud bang. He grabbed his backpack from the floor. He backed away from the table.

"Where are you going?" Martin asked. He put a piece of pork in his mouth.

"Away from you," Juhoon said.

Juhoon turned around. He started walking very fast toward the cafeteria exit doors. He didn't look back.

Martin stopped chewing. He swallowed the food. He put his chopsticks down. He stood up.

"Wait for me!" Martin shouted.

He walked after Juhoon. He took long steps.

Juhoon looked over his shoulder. He saw Martin following him. Juhoon pushed the cafeteria doors open. He started to run down the hallway.

Martin frowned. "Why are you running?" Martin shouted.

Martin started to run too. Martin had very long legs. He moved very fast.

The hallway was full of students. They were walking back to their classrooms. They were standing near the lockers.

Juhoon pushed past a group of first-year students. "Excuse me. Move!" Juhoon yelled.

Martin jogged behind him. He easily stepped around the first-year students. "Kim Juhoon! Stop running! Let's go to the PC cafe after school!"

Juhoon kept running. He reached the stairs. He looked back again. Martin was getting closer.

"No! Leave me alone!" Juhoon shouted.

"Why?" Martin yelled. His voice was very loud. The sound bounced off the walls of the hallway.

"I know what you want!" Juhoon yelled back.

Many students stopped walking. They turned their heads. They looked at the two boys running and shouting. The hallway became quieter.

"What do I want?" Martin asked. He stopped running. He stood in the middle of the hallway. He was completely confused. He only wanted to play video games after school.

Juhoon stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He turned around to face Martin. He held his backpack tightly against his chest with both hands. He was breathing heavily. His face was red.

"I read your note," Juhoon said in a loud voice.

Martin stood still. He remembered the small pink paper. He remembered he lost it. He realized Juhoon found it. Juhoon read the message about the beautiful person in the Kim family.

Martin smiled. He felt relieved. This made things very easy. Now he didn't have to explain it himself. He didn't have to write a new note.

"Oh," Martin said. He took one step forward. "You found it. That's good."

Juhoon stepped backward up one stair. His eyes were huge. He looked terrified. "Good? It's not good."

"Yes, it is," Martin said. He put his hands in his pockets. He looked confident. "So, what is the answer?"

Juhoon put his right hand up in the air. "The answer is no."

"Why not?" Martin asked. He tilted his head to the right. He thought the note was very polite. He thought asking for a date was a normal thing to do.

"Because I am a boy!" Juhoon shouted. He pointed at his own chest. "And I like girls! I don't like you!"

The entire hallway became completely silent. No one talked. No one opened a locker. Everyone heard Juhoon's words clearly.

Martin blinked his eyes. He opened his mouth. He closed it again. He looked at Juhoon. He looked at the stairs. "What?" Martin said.

"Stay away from me," Juhoon said. He turned around quickly. He ran up the stairs. He ran very fast. He disappeared to the second floor.

Martin stood alone in the middle of the hallway. He looked up at the empty stairs. He slowly turned his head and looked around the hallway.

Fifty students were staring directly at him.

A girl with round glasses covered her mouth with her hand. She whispered to the girl next to her. "Martin likes Juhoon."

A tall boy leaning against a blue locker laughed loudly. "I didn't know Martin was gay."

Another boy pointed at Martin. "He called Juhoon beautiful. I heard it in class earlier."

"Did he ask Juhoon out on a date?," a girl with long hair said. She shook her head. "Juhoon looked very scared."

Martin looked at the students. He took his hands out of his pockets. "What are you talking about?" Martin asked the crowd.

The students quickly looked away from him. They started walking to their classrooms. They walked fast. They whispered to each other while they walked. Some students looked back at Martin and giggled.

Martin scratched the back of his head. He didn't understand the situation. He didn't mean to call Juhoon beautiful. Juhoon was absolutely not beautiful. Juhoon had a red pimple on the side of his nose today.

"He's stupid," Martin said to himself.

He didn't care about the whispering students. He didn't care about the rumors. He only cared that Juhoon had his pink paper.

Martin walked slowly back to his classroom. He needed to find Juhoon. He needed to get his pink paper back. He also needed to tell Juhoon that his nose was ugly, just to make things clear.

Pairing : Hyunjin x Y/n

Genre : Angst, Romance, Hurt

Warning : Bullying, Racism, Violence

Preview :

"Sir, please breathe. Are you dying?"

"No... I saw her. The girl I killed."

He loved her in secret, broke her to survive, and spent ten years filled with deep, suffocating regret. But suddenly, she appears. Will she return to his life and forgive him?

Here's the chapter one and two

Chapter 3

"I'm a Coward."

"I know."

__________

The bullying didn't stop. It got worse.

By the third month of the semester, Y/N's existence in the classroom had become a daily routine of humiliation.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. The sky outside was dark gray, threatening rain. Hyunjin stood near the back door of the classroom, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He watched. He always just watched.

At the front of the room, Y/N was standing by her desk. Someone had taken a permanent marker and written words across the wood.

Dirty.

Stray.

Go back to where you came from.

Someone had also dumped pencil shavings into her open backpack.

Taejin and Minseok were sitting on a desk nearby, tossing a milk carton between them and laughing.

"I think she actually likes it," Taejin sneered, looking directly at Y/N.

"Look, she's not even crying. Must be used to living in trash."

A few girls in the front row giggled.

Y/N didn't say a word. She pulled a pack of wet wipes from her pocket and started scrubbing the desk. The marker didn't come off. She scrubbed harder, pressing down until her knuckles turned red.

Hyunjin stood perfectly still. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth hurt. His stomach turned with self-hatred.

Stop it, his brain screamed. Just walk over there. Tell them to shut up.

He didn't move an inch.

He looked at his friends. If he defended her, he would become the target. His father's face flashed in his mind the cold eyes, the anger, the promise that any social embarrassment would result in him being sent away to a boarding school in Switzerland and cut off completely.

Suddenly, Y/N stopped scrubbing.

She lifted her head. Across the noisy classroom, her eyes found Hyunjin standing by the door.

She looked at him. Her eyes were dry, but they were full of exhaustion. She was looking at the boy who had the power to stop this with one word, and watched him choose to do nothing.

Hyunjin couldn't hold her gaze. The shame was too much. He looked down at the floor, turned his back to her, and walked out into the hallway.

By 5:00 PM, the rain started. It came down heavily, hitting the school windows. Most of the students had already left.

Hyunjin walked down the empty corridor on the fourth floor. His heart was beating fast. He stopped at the end of the hall, in front of the old library archive room. It was a place no one ever went, full of dusty books and broken chairs.

He turned the doorknob. It opened.

The room smelled of old paper and dust. The only light came from the small window at the back. He stepped inside and closed the door, locking it.

She was there.

Y/N was sitting on the dirty floor between two bookshelves. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her oversized uniform jacket wrapped around her. She was holding a ripped textbook, trying to tape the torn pages back together.

She didn't look up when the door locked.

Hyunjin walked toward her. He stopped right in front of her. He looked down at her messy hair, her scraped knuckles, the red mark on her neck where someone had thrown an eraser at her earlier.

Guilt choked him.

He didn't say hello. He didn't say sorry.

He dropped to his knees right in front of her. He reached out, grabbed the front of her jacket, and pulled her forward.

He kissed her.

It wasn't romantic. It wasn't gentle. It was a collision.

Hyunjin pressed his mouth against hers desperately, like he needed her to breathe. He gripped her jacket so tightly his fingers cramped. He kissed her because he didn't know what to say. He kissed her to prove to himself that he wasn't the coward who had turned his back in the classroom, even though he knew he was.

For a second, Y/N pushed her hands flat against his chest, trying to shove him away.

But Hyunjin let out a broken sound in the back of his throat, and her resistance stopped.

Her hands curled into his shirt. She pulled him closer, kissing him back just as desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders.

They stayed like that on the dusty floor, surrounded by the sound of heavy rain. They kissed until their lips were bruised, until they had to break apart just to breathe.

Hyunjin pulled his face away, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against hers. His eyes were squeezed shut.

"I'm a coward," he whispered, his voice shaking.

"I know," she replied. Her voice was flat and breathless.

Hyunjin pulled away completely, his back hitting the opposite bookshelf. He slumped down on the floor. He reached up and aggressively unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, pulling the collar aside.

Just below his collarbone, expanding across his shoulder, was a massive, ugly purple bruise.

Y/N stared at it. She had her own bruises from his friends. His were from his father.

"I got ninety eight on the math exam," Hyunjin said, his voice empty. He stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to stop the tears. "Second place. Taejin got first."

He let out a dry laugh.

"He hit me with a golf club." Hyunjin's voice cracked. His tough act shattered. He pulled his knees up and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders shook as he began to cry quietly. "If I tell them to stop bothering you... Taejin will tell his father. His father will tell mine. And my dad... he'll lock me in the study again. He'll send me away."

He sobbed, the sound echoing in the small room. "I can't do it, Y/N. I can't stand up for you. I'm so scared of him."

It was incredibly selfish. He was the reason she went through hell every day, yet here he was, crying in front of her. He wanted to keep his perfect life in the daylight and keep her hidden in the dark.

Y/N looked at him. She should have hated him. She should have walked out the door.

But she didn't.

Y/N was entirely alone in the world. She lived with a grandmother who barely remembered her name in a basement that flooded every summer. And in this dusty room, this broken boy was the only person who ever touched her with anything resembling affection.

Y/N moved across the floor and sat next to him, their shoulders touching.

She didn't tell him it was okay. She didn't say she forgave him, because she didn't.

Instead, she lifted her hand, the knuckles still red from scrubbing her desk. She placed her hand on the back of his neck, her fingers tangling gently in his hair.

Hyunjin flinched at the touch, then immediately leaned into it, dropping his head onto her shoulder. He cried into her cheap uniform, hiding his face.

Y/N stared straight ahead at the dusty bookshelves. The rain hammered against the glass window.

She opened her mouth, her throat dry, and started to hum.

It was an old pop song. Her voice was quiet, cracking a little in the middle.

She sat there in the dark, comforting the boy who was ruining her life, while he clung to her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive.

It was wrong.

But as long as the lights stayed off, neither of them had to let go.

Characters : Ohyul x Y/n

Genre : Fluff, High School, Love hate relationship.

Summary : "Kiss me, or be my servant." She chose servant to protect her secret, only to realize the blackmail was a lie to get her attention.

Oneshot

"Are you eating that cigarette or smoking it?"

Y/n jumped so hard she almost dropped her bag. The white stick slipped from her fingers and fell into the dirt. She immediately started coughing violently, bending over as her lungs felt like they were on fire.

Ohyul was leaning against the dirty brick wall of the school gym. He had his phone out.

Click.

"Hey! Did you just take a picture?" Y/n yelled, wiping her watering eyes.

"Yep," Ohyul said. He looked at his phone screen and whistled. "Wow. Beautiful. The number one model student of our school. Smoking behind the gym like a gangster. Mr. Han is going to love this."

"Delete it!" Y/n walked toward him quickly, trying to snatch the phone.

Ohyul just raised his arm high."Nope."

"Please, Ohyul. I'm just stressed! It's midterm week. I don't even know how to light it properly!"

"I can see that," Ohyul laughed. "You were holding it like a crayon."

"What do you want?" Y/n asked, panicking now. "Money? I have ten dollars."

"I have twenty," Ohyul rolled his eyes. "I don't want your lunch money. But I will give you a deal. Two options."

"Tell me."

Ohyul pointed a finger at his own cheek. "Option one. Kiss me right now. I will delete the photo, and we forget this happened."

Y/n stared at him like he was an alien. "Ew. Gross. Are you crazy?"

Ohyul frowned. "Rude. Fine. Option two. You become my personal servant. You do what I say until I get bored."

Y/n did not even hesitate for one second. "Option two. Servant."

Ohyul actually looked offended. He blinked twice. "Wow. That was fast. Am I that bad to kiss?"

"I would rather clean the boys' bathroom everyday" Y/n said flatly.

"Alright, servant," Ohyul smiled, though he looked slightly annoyed. He threw a coin at her. Y/n caught it out of reflex. "Go buy me a cola from the vending machine. The cold one."

"Right now?"

"Do you want me to press 'send' to the principal?" Ohyul waved his phone.

Y/n gritted her teeth. "Fine."

The next day in class, Ohyul sat at the back. Y/n sat one row in front of him.

Ohyul kicked her chair.

Y/n ignored him.

He kicked it again.

Y/n turned around and glared. "What."

"I'm hungry," Ohyul whispered loudly. "Go to the cafeteria. Get me the pizza bread."

"Are you insane? It's lunch rush! The line is fifty people long!"

Ohyul just tapped his phone screen. "Tap, tap, tap. Oh no, my finger is slipping toward the gallery..."

Y/n stood up so fast her chair scraped the floor loudly. She stomped out of the classroom. Fifteen minutes later, she returned, sweating and looking ready to punch a wall. She slammed the warm plastic package on his desk. "Eat it and choke."

Ohyul calmly opened the bread. He took a bite. "Delicious. Thanks, servant."

Sitting a few desks away, Woojin and Louis watched the entire exchange with their jaws practically hitting the floor.

"Did you just see that?" Woojin whispered, rubbing his eyes like he was hallucinating. "The Y/n? The elegant, untouchable, top of the class Y/n just fought through the cafeteria lunch rush... for Ohyul?"

Louis nodded slowly, looking utterly bewildered. "And he just called her 'servant'. If anyone else even tried to boss her around, she would have destroyed them. Why is she being so obedient to him?"

"It has to be blackmail. Or dark magic," Woojin said seriously. Ohyul caught them staring. He shot his friends a smug, triumphant grin and took another bite of his bread, making the two boys exchange confused looks.

Y/n turned her back to him. Suddenly, something cold touched her neck. She flinched.

It was a can of cold soda. Ohyul placed it on her desk.

"What is this?" Y/n asked suspiciously.

"You look like a zombie. Drink it."

"Did you spit in it?"

"It's sealed, you idiot. Just drink it."

Y/n checked the seal. It was intact. She opened it and drank it. It was actually her favorite brand. She didn't say thank you, but she didn't throw it away either.

Two days later, in the library.

"Do my English worksheet," Ohyul slid a paper across the table.

Y/n whispered angrily, "I am studying for my physics test!"

"You have a big brain. Use it for me."

"I hate you."

"I know. Fill in the blanks."

Y/n snatched the paper. She aggressively filled out the answers, finishing in ten minutes. "Done. Here."

Ohyul looked at the paper. "Wow. You even copied my messy handwriting. You're talented." He pushed a small bag of gummy bears across the table.

"I don't want your pity food," Y/n whispered.

"Eat it or I'll yell 'Y/n is a smoker' in this quiet library right now." Ohyul opened his mouth wide.

Y/n quickly grabbed the gummies and stuffed one in her mouth to shut him up. "You are literally the worst person on earth."

Ohyul rested his chin on his hand, smiling. "You're welcome."

Thursday. School ended, and it was pouring rain outside.

Y/n stood at the front gate, checking her bag three times. No umbrella.

Ohyul walked past her, popping open a large black umbrella. He stopped and looked back. "No umbrella?"

"Mind your own business, Kwon Ohyul."

"Hey, servant. Go across the street and buy me potato chips."

Y/n stared at him, pointing at the sky. "It's a hurricane out there!"

"Chips. Sour cream and onion. Now." Ohyul grinned.

Y/n wanted to scream. She dropped her bag on the dry ground, took a deep breath and sprinted into the rain. The water was freezing. She ran across the road, bought the chips, and ran back.

She was completely soaked. Her white uniform shirt stuck to her arms, and her hair was completely flat. She shoved the bag of chips into his chest.

"Here! I hope you get a stomachache!"

Ohyul looked at her. His smile completely disappeared. He suddenly pushed his black umbrella into her hand.

Y/n blinked. "What are you doing?"

"You look stupid when you are wet. Take it." Ohyul casually opened the bag of chips.

"But you don't have another umbrella. You will get wet," Y/n said.

Ohyul just pulled his jacket hood over his head. He stepped out into the heavy rain. "Bye, servant. Thanks for the snack."

Y/n stood there, under the large umbrella. She watched him walk away in the rain. She was very, very confused.

Friday. The breaking point.

Y/n was completely exhausted. The exams were over, but her brain felt like mashed potatoes. She was packing her bag in the empty classroom.

Ohyul walked in. "Hey. Clean the chalkboard for me. It's my cleaning duty today but my arm hurts." He wasn't even rubbing his arm.

Something inside Y/n snapped. The string of her patience finally broke.

She picked up a heavy whiteboard eraser and threw it at him. Hard.

It hit him square in the chest with a loud thud. Chalk dust flew everywhere.

Ohyul looked genuinely shocked. "Whoa! What was that for?"

"I AM DONE!" Y/n screamed. Her face was bright red. "I am not your dog! Go buy bread, do my homework, run in the rain, clean the board! I am so sick of you!"

Ohyul took a step back. "Hey, calm down—"

"NO! You gave me soda and an umbrella, so what?! Do you think you are a nice guy? You are literally blackmailing me! I feel like a slave!" Y/n felt angry tears in her eyes, but she blinked them away fiercely. "Just report me! Show the photo to Mr. Han! Send it to my mom! I don't care anymore! Get me suspended! It's a million times better than seeing your stupid, annoying face every single day!"

Y/n was panting. She grabbed her backpack aggressively.

Ohyul stood quiet. The playful smirk was completely gone. He looked at her seriously. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and placed it on her desk.

"You know," Ohyul said, his voice much lower now. "The other option is still open."

Y/n frowned, her chest heaving. "What?"

"Kiss me, and I delete it."

Y/n stared at him. Her anger boiled over. Her brain completely shut off.

SMACK.

She slapped him across the face.

The sound echoed loudly in the empty classroom.

Ohyul slowly raised his hand and touched his left cheek. His eyes were wide. He looked completely stunned. "What the..."

He didn't even get to finish his sentence.

Y/n dropped her backpack. She grabbed his face with both hands, pulled him down to her level, and kissed him.

It was not a romantic or soft kiss from a drama. It was aggressive. Her nose bumped into his cheek, and her teeth clashed against his.

Ohyul froze completely. His hands stayed hovering in the air. He stood perfectly still, like a wooden board.

Then, he blinked. His eyes fluttered shut. He grabbed her waist to steady her, tilted his head, and kissed her back. And to Y/n's absolute surprise, he kissed her a lot better than she kissed him.

After a few seconds, reality hit Y/n. She pushed him away hard.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was burning hot, redder than a tomato.

"There!" Y/n shouted, her voice cracking. "I kissed you! Now delete the damn photo!"

Ohyul was breathing a bit heavy. He touched his red cheek again, then touched his lips. He looked at her, then down at his phone on the desk.

He picked up the phone. He unlocked it, opened his photo gallery, and turned the screen around so Y/n could see.

Y/n looked at the screen.

It was a photo of her from the backyard. But she wasn't holding a cigarette. The cigarette had already dropped out of the frame. The photo was just a blurry, close-up shot of her face looking panicked, with her mouth wide open, coughing.

She looked absolutely ridiculous.

There was no cigarette. There was no smoke. There was absolutely zero proof of her doing anything wrong.

Y/n stared at the screen. Then she looked at Ohyul. "What... what is this?"

"The photo," Ohyul said. The corner of his lip twitched, and he started to smirk again. "I didn't capture the cigarette. It dropped too fast. I just got a picture of your ugly, shocked face."

Y/n's jaw dropped. "You... you didn't have proof?"

"Nope."

"There was no evidence?!"

"Zero."

"And you STILL made me your servant for a whole week?!" Y/n screamed.

"Yep." Ohyul nodded proudly.

"WHY?!" Y/n raised her hand, ready to slap him again.

Ohyul caught her wrist easily in the air. He laughed softly. "Because you are always studying. You never look at me. You never talk to me. I wanted an excuse to bother you."

Y/n stopped pulling her wrist. "Are you serious?"

"And honestly, it was really funny watching you run around for me."

"I am going to murder you," Y/n whispered.

"You can't. You just kissed me." Ohyul grinned. It was a genuine, happy smile.

"And you liked it."

"I did NOT!"

"You totally did. You grabbed my face like a wild animal."

"Shut up!" Y/n covered her face with her free hand. She was so embarrassed she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

Ohyul laughed. He pressed the trash can icon on his phone screen. The photo disappeared. "There. Deleted. You are a free woman, Y/n."

Y/n picked up her backpack from the floor. She turned around and walked toward the door, ignoring her fast-beating heart.

"Hey, Y/n!" Ohyul called out.

She stopped but didn't turn around. "What now?!"

"Do you want to go get pizza bread? Together this time. I will pay."

Y/n slowly turned her head. Ohyul was leaning against the teacher's desk. He was still smiling. His cheek was still bright red with the handprint from her slap.

She sighed. She honestly couldn't believe she actually liked this annoying idiot.

"Only if you buy me soda too," Y/n said, trying to sound strict.

"Deal." Ohyul walked over to her. He easily took her heavy backpack from her shoulder and carried it on his own arm. "By the way, next time, don't slap me before you kiss me. It really hurts."

"Next time?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Tomorrow. Behind the gym. Same time." He winked at her.

Y/n pushed his shoulder playfully, finally giving up and letting herself smile.

"You're the worst, Kwon Ohyul."

"I know," he said, opening the classroom door for her. "After you, servant."

"Say that again and I'm slapping the other cheek."

My other writings:

Pairing: Hyunjin x Y/n

Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt

Warning: Bullying, Racism and Violence!

Preview:

"Sir, please breathe. Are you dying?"

"No... I saw her. The girl I killed."

He loved her in secret, broke her to survive, and spent ten years filled with deep, suffocating regret. But suddenly, she appears. Will she return to his life and forgive him?

Here's the chapter 1

Chapter 2

"i don't want to go home"

"Please don't make me go back"

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The penthouse was massive, occupying the entire top floor of a building in Hannam dong. It cost over four billion won, featured large glass windows overlooking the Han River, and was completely empty.

There were no pictures on the walls. No decorations on the marble counters. Just sharp edges, cold lighting, and a large gray rug that absorbed every sound.

Hyunjin sat on the hardwood floor in the dark. He hadn't turned on the lights when he got home. His suit jacket was thrown on a chair, his tie pulled loose, and his top buttons undone.

Between his legs sat a green bottle of cheap convenience-store soju.

He didn't use a glass. He drank straight from the bottle. The alcohol burned his throat and sat heavy in his empty stomach. He hated the taste. He could easily afford expensive wine or aged whiskey, but he drank the three dollar soju anyway.

Because it was what he used to drink.

He set the bottle down on the floor. His hands were still shaking, hours after his panic attack at the intersection. He pulled his phone from his pocket. The screen brightness was low, casting a faint glow on his pale face.

He opened a secure app. It required a fingerprint and a passcode.

0-4-1-7-1-6.

April 17, 2016. The day she died.

The folder opened. There were no pictures inside. Only one audio file, fifteen seconds long.

Hyunjin stared at the screen. His chest felt tight. He pressed play.

The audio started with static, followed by the sound of rain hitting a window. And then, her voice.

She wasn't singing words. She was just humming a slow, quiet melody. It was an old pop song. Her voice cracked slightly in the middle before smoothing out again. It was warm and simple.

At exactly fifteen seconds, the audio cut off into silence.

The quiet of the large apartment rushed back in. Hyunjin dropped his phone on the floor. He pulled his knees up to his chest and crossed his arms over them. He took a sharp, uneven breath.

He didn't scream. He just curled into himself, pressing the heel of his hand hard against his chest, hitting himself twice, trying to relieve the physical pressure in his ribcage.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty room. His voice was completely hoarse. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He repeated the words until his throat was raw and hot tears dripped down his nose, staining his expensive trousers.

The sound of the rain in the audio clip pulled him backward, away from the cold marble floor, straight back to his high school days.

Nine years ago.

It was late at night. The streets of the affluent neighborhood were completely deserted.

Y/N was pedaling her rusty bicycle up the steep hill. She had an empty delivery box strapped to the back seat; she had just finished delivering the last meal before heading home. Her legs ached, and the cold night air bit at her face.

Suddenly, a black luxury sedan pulled up sharply to the curb ahead of her.

The back door opened. A tall, imposing man stepped out. He reached into the car, grabbed a boy by the collar of his expensive jacket, and dragged him out onto the pavement.

It was Hyunjin.

"You are an embarrassment," the man's voice echoed loudly in the quiet street. "Walk home. And think about how pathetic you are before you step into my house."

Before Hyunjin could even stand up properly, the man raised his hand and slapped him directly across the face. The sound was loud and sharp. Hyunjin fell back onto the pavement. The man got back into the car, and it sped off, leaving Hyunjin alone in the dark.

Y/N stopped her bicycle a few meters away. She had seen everything.

Hyunjin sat on the ground for a moment. Then, he noticed her. He scrambled to his feet, his face flushed red with a mixture of pain and extreme anger.

"What are you looking at?" Hyunjin snapped, his voice shaking. He walked toward her, pointing a finger. "If you tell anyone at school about this, I swear I'll kill you. I'll make your life a living hell."

Y/N looked at him. Her face was completely flat. She didn't look scared or pitiful.

"I don't care about your drama," Y/N said calmly. "I didn't see anything. I'm just looking at a guy who missed the last bus."

Hyunjin stopped. He lowered his hand, breathing heavily.

"The buses stopped running thirty minutes ago," Y/N continued. She shifted her weight on the bicycle pedal. "Get on. Or freeze out here. It's up to you."

Hyunjin stared at her. His pride told him to scream at her and walk away. But his face was stinging, his legs felt weak, and it was freezing. Slowly, he walked to the back of her bicycle and sat awkwardly behind the empty delivery box.

They didn't speak. Y/N pedaled in silence. The ride was bumpy and slow. Ten minutes later, she stopped in front of the massive gates of his housing complex.

Hyunjin got off. He stood awkwardly on the sidewalk.

"Thank you," he muttered, looking at the ground.

Y/N just nodded once. She didn't say 'you're welcome.' She turned her bicycle around and pedaled away into the dark.

The next day at school, nothing changed. Hyunjin sat with his friends in the cafeteria. When Taejin threw a piece of trash at Y/N's table, Hyunjin just watched and looked away.

Two weeks passed.

It was nearly midnight. Y/N was carrying a plastic bag full of ingredients from her grandmother to an old auntie who ran a pojangmacha (street food tent) near the station.

As Y/N set the bag down on the counter, the auntie sighed loudly.

"Y/N, I'm about to close, but this kid won't wake up," the auntie complained, wiping down the tables. "He's been drinking for two hours. I can't leave him here, but I don't know who he is."

Y/N looked over at the corner table. A boy in a school uniform was slumped over the table, his face buried in his arms. Empty soju bottles surrounded him.

Y/N walked over and tilted his head up. It was Hyunjin.

"I know him," Y/N said simply. "I'll take him home."

"Oh, thank goodness," the auntie said, looking relieved but shocked. "He's still a high schooler! Kids these days."

Y/N dragged Hyunjin out of the tent. He was heavy, smelling strongly of cheap alcohol. She managed to flag down a taxi and shoved him into the back seat, getting in next to him.

"Hannam-dong, please," Y/N told the driver.

The taxi started moving. Hyunjin groaned. His eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. He looked at Y/N.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He buried his face in her shoulder.

"I don't want to go home," Hyunjin mumbled, his voice thick with alcohol and panic. "Please, don't make me go back."

He held onto her like a child, his grip desperate. Y/N sat perfectly still. She didn't push him away, but she didn't hug him back either. She just let him lean his dead weight against her. She looked out the window at the passing streetlights, fulfilling her duty as a human being, while the boy who let everyone ruin her life slept on her shoulder.

Chapter 3

Characters: Louis!Idol x Y/n!Student

Genre: Fluff, comedy, angst

Sinopsis: "If you debut, I'll be your girlfriend."

Kim Y/N made that promise as a joke, fully expecting her lazy schoolmate, Louis, to fail. Two years later, his face is breaking the internet as the nation's hottest rookie idol and he's standing outside her door, ready to collect his prize.

Chapter 1

Pairing : Hyunjin x Y/n

Genre : Angst, Romance, Hurt

Warning : Bullying, Racism and Violence!

Preview :

"Sir, please breathe. Are you dying?"

"No... I saw her. The girl I killed."

He loved her in secret, broke her to survive, and spent ten years filled with deep, suffocating regret.

But suddenly, she appears. Will she return to his life and forgive him?

This story is inspired by this song, so I recommend listening to the song.

Chapter 1

"Sir, please breathe. Are you dying?"

"No."

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"I saw her."

"Who?"

"The girl I killed."

The pedestrian light at the Gangnam intersection was still beeping. Hundreds of people hurried across the crosswalk in their black coats, beige trench coats, and umbrellas.

Hwang Hyunjin stood right in the middle of the road. People bumped past him, muttering complaints, but he barely noticed. His feet felt frozen to the damp pavement.

A few yards ahead, walking toward the subway entrance, was a woman wearing a simple yellow cardigan. Her shoulder length hair curled slightly at the ends, and the skin on the back of her neck was deeply tanned. She was just a stranger, probably on her way to the train.

But Hyunjin couldn't breathe.

His chest tightened and his heart started racing. His vision blurred, narrowing until the only thing he could see was that yellow cardigan.

It's her. She's here. She's alive.

He tried to take a step forward, reaching out, but his legs gave out.

Secretary Park, walking a few steps behind him, caught his arm before he hit the ground.

"Sir? Director? Look at me," Park said, sounding alarmed. He held Hyunjin's arm tightly, pulling him up. "The light is turning red. We need to move."

Hyunjin couldn't answer. He opened his mouth, but only a faint wheeze came out. He looked pale and was breaking out in a cold sweat despite the cool afternoon air. His hands shook, and a wave of nausea hit him.

Seeing how pale he was, Park quickly dragged him out of the crosswalk just as the light turned green and cars started honking. He led him into a quiet alley between a convenience store and a bank.

The moment Hyunjin leaned against the brick wall, he doubled over and threw up.

He retched onto the wet concrete, coughing as his throat burned. He leaned back against the wall, shivering and dry heaving.

Park stood back a little and handed him some wet wipes. He didn't ask questions. He was paid well to keep quiet during his boss's episodes.

"I saw her," Hyunjin whispered hoarsely, wiping his mouth with a shaking hand. He slid down the brick wall and crouched on the ground, ruining his suit trousers, but he didn't care. "Hyung, I saw her."

"You saw someone who looked like her, sir," Park corrected quietly. "Drink this."

He handed him a bottle of water. Hyunjin took it, but his hands shook so much that water spilled down his chin and soaked his collar. He took a sip and closed his eyes.

The air smelled of wet asphalt and car exhaust. It was late March—that time of year when the sun felt warm but the wind was still freezing. The weather and the smell were exactly the same as ten years ago.

"Get the car," Hyunjin muttered, staring at the ground. "Just get me out of here."

The back of the car was quiet. The tinted windows blocked out the noisy Seoul traffic, and the air conditioning hummed softly.

Hyunjin rested his head against the window. The cold glass felt good against his warm forehead. He closed his eyes, but every time he tried to relax, the memory of that tan skin and yellow cardigan came back, making his chest tight.

He was twenty six now, having outlived her by ten years. He ran a company, sat through endless board meetings, and lived a life mapped out by his father. He was functional and successful, but his life had actually stopped when he was sixteen. Everything since then had just been going through the motions.

The sound of the car faded, and the smell of leather turned into the cheap scent of lemon floor wax and blackboard chalk.

Hyunjin kept his eyes closed as the memory came back, clear and vivid.

Ten years ago.

The classroom was noisy on the first day of the new semester. Desks scraped against the floor, boys yelled across the room, and the air was stuffy with the smell of old gym clothes and strong cologne.

Sixteen year old Hwang Hyunjin sat in the back row by the window. He had his earphones in, not playing any music, just wanting to be left alone. Even then, he was at the top of the school social ladder. He didn't have to try; his family name did all the work. People either wanted to be his friend or were afraid of him.

The homeroom teacher, looking tired in a wrinkled shirt, walked in and slammed a textbook on the podium, silencing the room.

"Sit down, all of you. Mouths shut," the teacher barked, rubbing his temples. He looked toward the door. "Come in."

The sliding door creaked open.

She walked in.

Hyunjin rested his chin on his hand, expecting another boring student. But when he looked at her, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She didn't look like anyone else in the room. Among the pale girls with bright lip tint and tailored uniforms, she stood out. Her skin was tan, as if she worked outdoors or came from the countryside. Her uniform was a size too big and sat awkwardly on her shoulders, and her cheap white sneakers were scuffed gray at the toes.

She stood at the front, gripping her skirt so tightly her knuckles turned white, staring at the floor.

"This is the new transfer student," the teacher said, writing her name on the board. "Introduce yourself."

"Hello," she said. Her voice was quiet and a bit raspy, sounding tired rather than cheerful like the other girls. "Please take care of me."

She bowed.

An awkward silence filled the room. High schoolers can easily spot someone who doesn't fit in, and she clearly didn't.

Whispering started in the front row. Hyunjin couldn't hear what they were saying, but he saw them snickering.

He didn't join in. He sat still, watching her. He felt a strange weight in his chest. He didn't care about her cheap shoes or loose uniform. He just watched the shadows of her eyelashes on her cheeks and the way she nervously bit the inside of her lip.

For the first time, Hyunjin found himself completely distracted by someone.

"Take the empty seat in the middle row," the teacher said, waving her away.

She walked down the aisle. As she passed Hyunjin's row, he caught a faint smell of laundry soap and rain. She didn't look at him. She sat down, opened her notebook, and kept her head low.

Hyunjin stared at the back of her head for the rest of the class, not writing down a single note.

It didn't take long for the typical high school cruelty to start.

Lunchtime was loud and busy. The cafeteria was crowded, smelling of food and damp concrete. Hyunjin sat at his usual table by the windows. Nobody else dared to sit there; it was reserved for him and his friends.

Taejin, a loud, broad-shouldered guy whose father owned a major construction company, dropped his tray on the table and laughed.

"Hey, did you see the new girl?" Taejin asked, chewing his food with his mouth open.

Minseok, sitting across from him, snorted. "Yeah. What's up with her skin? Did she crawl out of a dirt pit or something? She looks like she hasn't taken a shower in a month."

The other boys at the table laughed.

Hyunjin sat quietly, poking his rice with his chopsticks. His stomach felt knotted. He wanted to tell them to shut up, to say she looked fine and they were being annoying, but the words wouldn't come out.

Taejin noticed his silence and nudged his shoulder.

"What about you, Hyunjin? I saw you staring at her during homeroom." Taejin’s voice was teasing, but his eyes were sharp. In their group, reputation was everything. You couldn't defend the weak. If Hyunjin showed any sympathy for the poor transfer student, his cool image would break, and he might become a target himself.

The table went quiet. The guys looked at him, waiting for his response.

Across the cafeteria, Hyunjin saw her sitting completely alone at a small table near the trash cans. She was eating slowly, looking out the window. The sunlight hit her face, making her skin look warm and golden. For a second, she looked peaceful.

Hyunjin looked back at Taejin. His heart was beating fast, but he kept his expression blank and let out a small scoff.

"I was staring because I was shocked," Hyunjin lied. His voice sounded calm, hiding his panic. "I was wondering if the school lowered its admission standards. She looks like a stray dog."

The table burst into laughter. Taejin slapped the table, amused, while Minseok high-fived the guy next to him.

Hyunjin forced a smile, feeling sick. He took a sip of water to hide his face.

But then, the laughter stopped.

Hyunjin lowered his cup and looked where Taejin was staring.

She was standing right behind Minseok. She had come to scrape her leftover food into the bin near their table, and she was just standing there with her tray.

She had heard him.

She had heard every word.

Hyunjin froze. He couldn't look away.

She didn't cry or look angry. She just looked at him with tired, dark eyes. Her expression was empty, as if she had expected this. It felt like she saw right through his expensive uniform to the coward underneath.

They locked eyes for a few painful seconds in the noisy cafeteria. Hyunjin wished he could disappear. He wanted to stand up, grab her hand, and walk out. He wanted to tell her, I didn't mean it. I don't know why I said that.

Instead, Taejin leaned back in his chair and smirked. "What are you looking at? Keep walking."

She looked away, dumped her food into the bin with a loud clatter, and walked away without saying a word.

"Man, she really is a stray," Minseok muttered, going back to his lunch.

Hyunjin sat completely still. Under the table, his hands were shaking so hard he had to grip his knees until his fingers hurt.

He had done it. Just to protect his reputation and please guys he didn't even like, he had made her a target. He was the one who started it.

The lunch bell rang.

As Hyunjin walked back to class, he felt a heavy weight on his chest. It was the first time he had ever really hated himself. He hoped he could just forget about it, thinking it was just a bad joke that would blow over tomorrow.

He had no idea he had just started the countdown to her death.

Characters: Louis!Idol x Y/n! Student

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Love hate relationship

Sinopsis: "If you debut, I’ll be your girlfriend."

Kim Y/N made that promise as a joke, fully expecting her lazy schoolmate, Louis, to fail. Two years later, his face is breaking the internet as the nation's hottest rookie idol and he’s standing outside her door, ready to collect his prize.