synopsis: You and Haechan weren’t acquainted, but both of you were widely popular across the university—though for different reasons. Haechan was known as a fuckboy and a partygoer, changing girls every two weeks and being rude to everyone except his friends. You, on the other hand, were his complete opposite. Kind-hearted and distant, you had no relationships at all, turning down every confession and remaining unattainable. And so, it happened that you and Haechan unknowingly made a bet on each other. Where will your bets lead? Will you discover the truth? And, finally, who will win the bet?
pairing: haechan x f!reader
genre: slightly enemies to lovers, fluff, comedy, angst, suggestive
warnings: mentions of trowing up, haechan is insecure sometimes, idk what else..
playlist: conan grey - the cut that always bleeds
na: my first fic ever and I’m so scared ngl. any feedback in anon or here is appreciated😌
“Haechan, why didn’t you accept my gift?” a loud female voice echoes through the hallway. You, Ningning, and Karina watch as a girl runs after Haechan, clutching a box in her hands. The three of you roll your eyes and sigh, witnessing yet another dramatic scene.
It wasn’t the first time you had watched university girls chasing after Haechan. And it wasn’t the first time he had been seen with a new girl. Every two weeks— a new girl, a new fan, a new romance. And it annoyed you.
It’s not that you paid attention to him on purpose, but he always seemed to appear in front of you, making it impossible to ignore.
And what annoyed you the most was his rudeness to everyone at this university. More than once, you had heard him arguing with other students and irritating people. Jisung, your best friend, told you that he was actually kind and normal with his friends, but you didn’t believe it—you thought Jisung was just covering for him.
As Haechan walks past, the girl rushes between you, trying to catch up, but suddenly stumbles and falls to her knees. You quickly leaning down to help her up.
“Hey, are you okay?” you ask.
She lifts her head and reaches for the contents that spilled from the box— a letter, an assortment of candies, and a bracelet. Karina and Ningning kneel beside her, helping gather everything. Once you all stand, you steady her so she doesn’t lose her balance.
“Thank you so much!” she says with a grateful smile.
“Be more careful…,” you say, glancing at the now-crumpled box in her hands before looking back at her. “And honestly? Forget about that jerk. He doesn’t deserve sweet and beautiful girls like you.”
She stares at you for a moment before letting out an awkward laugh, nodding slightly.
“Maybe you’re right… I stayed up all night writing this letter…”
You reassuringly squeeze her hand, but your eyes catch a movement behind her. A little farther away, a guy stands watching her intently, concern clear in his expression.
“More than that,” you continue, “I’m sure there’s someone far more deserving—someone who’s truly in love with you.”
The girl looks at you, startled.
“He should be the one to tell you that himself,” you say with a soft smile. “We’ll get going now. Toss the letter and keep the sweets for yourself, okay?”
She nods quickly, smiling at you. You and the girls walk away, leaving her alone—but not really alone. Someone is already waiting for the right moment to step forward.
“That idiot didn’t even bother to turn around. What do people even see in him?” you say irritably, crossing your arms.
“He’s handsome, comes from a wealthy family, part of the popular boys, a partygoer. I think that’s enough”, Ningning replies.
“And he’s also rude, changes girls like clothes, does poorly in studies, drinks too much, and, honestly, he’s an idiot.”
“Does he really do badly in studies? I thought he had good grades?” Karina joins the conversation.
“He used to, but this semester he’s been terrible. I don’t know what happened, but he dropped in the rankings and basically gave up on studying”, Ningning explains.
You stop in your tracks and look at her in confusion.
“How do you know all this?”
Ningning blinks, momentarily stunned, then quickly starts rambling:
“Uh… Aren’t these just the rumors going around campus? I just heard about it! I mean, he is popular, after all.”
You narrow your eyes at her suspiciously but eventually nod and keep walking.
“Whatever. Let’s forget about him and all of them. Today, we’re finally going to that café we’ve been wanting to go.”
“Oh, right!” you and Ningning say at the same time.
Laughing, the three of you hug each other as you leave the university.
“Ah!” Haechan bursts into the room and flops onto the couch with a loud sigh. Chenle and Mark look at him in confusion.
“Some girl has been chasing me all day with this box! I already told her this morning that I’m not interested and asked her to leave me alone, but she didn’t care! Because of her, another girl rejected me, thinking she was my ex!” Haechan flails in frustration, aggressively hitting the pillows.
Chenle and Mark sigh heavily and stop paying attention to him. They are already used to Haechan constantly complaining about the people around him, even though he doesn’t realize how annoying he can be himself.
“Why are you silent?” Haechan looks at his friends in surprise.
They don’t respond and simply take out two controllers.
“What?” Chenle glances at him irritably. “We’re not interested in your stories.”
Haechan watches as his friends sit down next to him, shoving him aside, and turn on the TV.
“Unfortunately. Now, can you leave? We want to play.”
Haechan blinks, gets up from the couch, and heads to his room.
But in reality, he wasn’t mad. He knew he often talked too much about himself and his experiences in excessive detail, so he understood his friends.
He also understood how irritating he was to everyone. But that was his choice—after a bad experience, he was afraid to open up to anyone and decided to create a completely different image when he entered university.
At first, his friends noticed his changed behavior and tried to talk to him, to bring him back to his senses, but it was all in vain. Haechan convinced them that everything would be fine.
His friends didn’t even realize how much he was changing, how often he was going out partying. Back in school, Haechan had been the most level-headed among them and never did anything reckless—but that had all changed. What shocked everyone the most was that he started dating people left and right and sleeping with different girls.
“Haechan, why are you doing this?” Renjun asked one day while they were playing together.
“What? You just said you’d beat me here, and now—”
“I’m not talking about the game. Why do you drink so much and change girls so often?” Renjun turned to him, but Haechan just blinked dumbly.
“Isn’t it fun? I mean, I’m a guy and a student—it’d be weird if I didn’t do it.”
“But none of us do that.”
“Jeno does,” Haechan replied, and Renjun rolled his eyes.
“He just goes on dates—he doesn’t dump them after a few days like you do.”
“Let’s get back to the game.”
“Let’s just play, Renjun.»
After that, Renjun never brought it up again. But everyone knew Haechan had problems expressing himself—he was just scared that no one would like him for who he really was. And proving him wrong was difficult… and pointless.
The entire next day, Haechan walked around like a ghost, trying not to draw attention to himself, hiding under his hood. And he was doing a good job at it.
Lately, he hadn’t even noticed how exhausted he had become—both physically and mentally. He blamed it all on uni and partying, but in reality, the problem was within himself. He was draining himself with thoughts and stress. Mark, his closest friend, told him that it was all because he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t, but Haechan thought that was nonsense.
There was only one last economics lecture left, and unfortunately, he was running very late. He rushed through the hallway, searching for the right classroom. Lately, he didn’t care much about studying, but economics was an exception—he didn’t even have any grades for it. That meant he had to be there today and ask for extra assignments to save his own ass.
He was almost at the classroom when he crashed into someone, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Looking at the floor, he saw spilled coffee—clearly from the person he had bumped into.
His hood was up, and his bangs covered his eyes, making it hard to see anything in front of him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. Slowly, still dazed, he looked up, ready to thank the stranger.
“Oh my God, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
Haechan hears a sweet, melodic voice and blinks, lifting his head—only to see you staring back at him.
“You?! Oh my God, you idiot! Watch where you’re going! You almost killed me and spilled my coffee!” you shout, shoving him hard.
Haechan stumbles back in shock, eyes widening at your reaction.
“Huh? Sorry, I didn’t see—” he tries to explain, but you cut him off immediately.
“Maybe if you took off your hood and actually cut your damn bangs, you’d be able to see! Now my favorite sweater is ruined!”
“Well, maybe if you weren’t standing in the middle of the hallway glued to your phone, this wouldn’t have happened!
You blink in surprise, staring at Haechan as he suddenly raises his voice right back at you.
“I have every right to stand here! But can you even run through the hallways like that in a university?”
“I was late! And now, thanks to you, I’m even later! So just move and let me—”
Both you and Haechan freeze and turn toward the voice. Walking toward you from the right is Professor Kwon, the economics lecturer, his expression stern and unamused.
“Classes are in session. It is completely inappropriate to be yelling and causing a scene in the hallways right now.
“Sorry,” you both mumble at the same time, bowing slightly.
Professor Kwon’s gaze shifts to Haechan, narrowing in suspicion. “Lee Donghyuck? Why are you not in my lecture right now?”
Haechan straightens up, quickly trying to save himself. “I was on my way, but I—uh—bumped into her! Sorry, but she’s the reason I’m late!”
Your mouth drops open in disbelief before you smack his arm. “Are you kidding me?! You ran into me, you liar!”
“Enough,” the professor sighs, rubbing his temple. “Lee Donghyuck, get inside before I decide not to let you in at all. And you, miss, stop walking near the classrooms. If you have no more business here, go home.”
Neither of you dares to argue, quickly doing as you’re told. But before leaving, you and Haechan exchange one last heated glare.
“Idiot,” you both mutter under your breaths at the same time before finally going your separate ways.
“She was the one standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at her phone with her coffee, and then she blamed me for it. Is she insane?”
Haechan walks into friends dorm with Jisung, Mark, and Chenle. After kicking off their shoes, they head straight to their shared room.
“You spilled coffee on her. I’d be pissed too,” Chenle replies, making Haechan click his tongue in annoyance.
“It wasn’t my fault! I was in a rush. And she snapped at me the second she saw my face. She even has a weird name—Y/N? What kind of name is that?”
“Y/N?! She was rude to you? No way, she’s the nicest person in the entire university,” Mark says, making Haechan scoff in disbelief.
“Her? The nicest? Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?”
He tosses his backpack next to the couch and flops onto it. Chenle climbs on top of him, and Haechan instinctively wraps his arms around him.
“Wait… Y/N? Hold on, that’s my best friend from my group.”
All three of them turn to Jisung in unison. Haechan immediately shoves Chenle off and sits up.
“She’s your best friend? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Why do we never know about your other best friends?” Chenle exclaims, while Mark nods in agreement.
Jisung rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well… I just never had a reason to bring her up, so I guess I forgot.”
“And by the way, Haechan, I highly doubt she was rude to you. She’s an angel—she wouldn’t snap at anyone for no reason.”
“Isn’t she literally known for rejecting everyone. Mind you, she even turned down Sungchan! SUNGCHAN, HAECHAN!!!” Chenle practically shrieks, grabbing Haechan by the shoulders and shaking him violently.
“Alright, alright, I got it! Let go!”
Haechan shoves him off, and Chenle flops dramatically onto the pillows.
“You know, now that I think about it, I’ve never actually seen her with a guy. Maybe she’s just into girls?” Mark asks as he walks over and sits beside the others.
“No, she’s into guys,” Jisung replies casually, while Haechan furrows his brows.
“If she’s so popular, why don’t I know her? I literally know everyone in this university.”
The other guys burst into laughter.
“You two live in completely different worlds, Haechan. You only know people from your own crowd, and as you’ve probably noticed, she’s nothing like you,” Mark explains.
“So what? She’s probably just another typical nerd who stays home and is nice to everyone. Boring.”
“Hell no, she’s fun, and she loves parties. She’s just careful and doesn’t do the stupid shit you do,” Jisung corrects him, giving Haechan a pointed look.
“Then why is she still single? Was Sunghchan not good enough?”
Jisung simply shrugs as he reaches for the bathroom door.
“Maybe she has high standards. Or maybe she’s just waiting for the one. She’s never told me,” he says before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
The sound of running water fills the room, and Haechan chuckles at his words.
“So picky? Ridiculous. I bet if it weren’t for the coffee incident, she’d be chasing after me like all the others. She’s nothing special—just putting on an act.”
Chenle suddenly freezes, and Haechan immediately notices, giving him a questioning look.
Haechan remains confused.
“You really think you could get her if you tried?”
“All girls are the same—of course I could!”
“Wanna bet?” Chenle smirks, and Mark immediately frowns.
“Are you saying I wouldn’t be able to make her fall for me and actually date me?” Haechan raises a brow.
“Haechan, she’s never dated anyone in this university—”
Mark stares at him in shock, while Chenle’s grin stretches even wider.
“You’re going to lose, Haechan. I’m serious. She hates you, especially after—”
“My tactics have never failed me before, Mark. Don’t worry. I’ll even buy you your favorite meal with my winnings,” Haechan pats Mark on the shoulder before heading to his room.
“Then he called me an idiot! I heard it!”
You sit in the apartment you share with Ningning and Karina, recounting yesterday’s situation to them and Jaemin. A whole day had passed, yet you were still fuming. It had taken forever to get the stain out of your sweater, and even then, a faint mark remained.
“That’s insane,” Ningning says—before bursting into laughter.
“It’s not funny,” you pout, leaning onto Jaemin’s shoulder.
“How do you even friends with him, Jaemin? He’s awful,” you complain, taking a sip from your mug.
“He’s actually nice to us. The sweetest, even,” Jaemin shrugs.
“Then why can’t he be like that with everyone?”
“He’s got his issues,” he says, grabbing your drink and taking a sip himself.
“No, but seriously, Y/N, he’s the worst player I’ve ever seen. No one lasts more than two weeks with him. It’s impossible—”
“Ningning, he’s just a dumb boy! I’m sure it’s easy to keep him around for longer than two weeks. Besides, it’s me. Don’t you believe in me?”
For the past hour, the four of you had been discussing Haechan. What started as casual gossip had quickly turned into a playful challenge—could you really date him for longer than two weeks? They all doubted you. But you insisted it would be too easy. And no matter how hard they tried to talk you out of it, you weren’t budging.
“Are you guys scared you’re going to lose?” you smirk, leaning back against the couch.
“Scared?” Ningning scoffs, glancing at Karina and Jaemin.
“You two should be talking her out of this. Why aren’t you?”
“She does whatever she wants,” Jaemin sighs, smiling. “There’s no stopping her once she sets her mind on something.”
Ningning clicks her tongue before shaking her head.
“Alright, Y/N. Let’s bet on it. But just so you know—we’re playing for big money. This is Lee Donghyuck we’re talking about.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Let’s do this.” You stretch out your hand toward Ningning, who looks at the two beside her in disbelief.
“Am I seriously the only one betting against her?”
“I believe in her,” Jaemin says with a shrug.
“I just don’t want to waste my money,” Karina adds, making Ningning roll her eyes.
“Fine.” She finally shakes your hand, and a triumphant smile spreads across your face.
After searching the entire university, you finally spot Haechan. This whole plan of apologizing just to get closer to him annoyed you, but it was necessary. So here you were, wandering through the campus, determined to find this idiot.
You step into an empty classroom, only to see a familiar figure sitting with his back to the door. The sound of your footsteps makes him turn around, his brows slightly raised when he sees you.
Without hesitation, you walk up to him and sit down.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to apologize for what happened on Tuesday. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you. Sorry” you say, putting on your best attempt at sincerity. In reality, you’d much rather punch him in the face.
Haechan looks genuinely surprised before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You don’t have to apologize. It was my fault—I spilled your coffee and ruined your sweater.”
You force a smile, though just thinking about your favorite sweater and that damn stain makes your eye twitch.
“Oh, it’s fine. I was planning to replace it anyway.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
«…What?» You blink in confusion.
«I ruined yours, so I’ll get you another one. Just send me the one you want.”
You freeze for a moment, processing what just happened. Why was he suddenly being so… nice? Was this really the same Haechan?
Then it hits you—this is actually perfect. You were going to need his number eventually, but now you had the perfect excuse to get it without waiting another week.
«Ah… okay… Can you give me your number? I’ll send it to you.»
Haechan nods, and you take out your phone to save his contact. You’re about to leave when he suddenly adds:
«No need to rush. Pick something you like and don’t worry about the price.»
He smiles at you, and you feel like something is definitely off. But you quickly brush off the thought, nodding at him before walking away.
idiot: are you sure you really like it? You didn’t check the price?
xxxxx: why? What about the price?
idiot: I just expected it to be more expensive. I could’ve bought you something pricier if needed
xxxxx: no, it’s fine, I really like this one. Thank you
idiot: don’t thank me, I had to
idiot: by the way, you looked really beautiful today
idiot: sorry, I just couldn’t hold back from saying it
idiot: I’m glad you think so :)
«Is she really that dumb?» Haechan scoffs, tossing his phone onto the bed.
«Who?» Chenle, lying on the bed across the room, glances at him.
«Y/N. She’s so naive. How did she reject every guy? It’s so easy to gain her trust.» Haechan turns onto his side, watching Chenle play on his phone.
«I don’t know, maybe she rejected them after some time. I’m sure you’ll be one of them.»
«No. She’s already falling for it, and I haven’t even done anything yet.»
Haechan turns onto his back, closing his eyes.
«Your beautiful sweater, miss.»
Haechan hands you a bag, and you take it from him. Only two days had passed, and he was already handing you your new sweater.
Did he get close to all his flings before dropping them like this? You wondered.
«Wow, you actually bought it.» You peek inside and smile at him.
«How could I not?» He grins, shoving his hands into his pockets.
You both tried hard to pretend to be sweet to each other. But because of the rumors about one another, you couldn’t help but wonder—what was wrong with the two of you right now?
«By the way… to be honest, Y/N, I’d really like to get to know you better.»
You flinch slightly. Why is everything happening so fast and so easily? You know he probably just wants to sleep with you and then disappear, but without this turn of events, your plan wouldn’t work. So you have no choice but to take the risk and let him do what he wants.
Haechan nods. «Yeah, and if you don’t mind… would you like to go on a date with me? This Sunday?»
You smirk. This is going to be way too easy.
«Oh, um… if you’re sure about it, then yeah, I don’t mind!» You pretend to be flustered, lowering your gaze to the floor.
«Then I’ll text you what time to be ready, okay?»
You nod, and he waves at you before walking away.
«So dumb.» You roll your eyes and head in the opposite direction.
After that day, Haechan texted you the time and let you know he’d come to pick you up. You told the girls everything, and…
«You do realize he just wants to use you like he did with all the others, right?» Ningning trails behind you while you get ready.
«I know, but it’s only temporary.»
«Y/N.» She grabs your hand and pulls you closer. «Let’s call off the bet? I’m worried about you.»
You smile at your friend and hug her.
«Ning, this isn’t about the bet. I want to teach that rude guy a lesson myself. It’s fine, I’ll be fine, don’t worry. He’s just dumb, that’s all.»
You nod, and she hugs you again.
«You look really beautiful,» Haechan says as you approach him and his car.
You’re, to say the least, surprised to see that he actually owns a car, though it makes sense considering the family he comes from and what he can afford. Ningning even managed to tell you that he used to live with Mark, but after his parents gifted him an apartment for his 21st birthday, he moved out and has lived alone ever since, but he often stays over at Mark’s place.
You feel a little flustered and quietly thank him.
«You look good too.» And it’s true. In all your years as a student, you’ve never seen Haechan dressed like this—even at events. Actually, have you even seen him at any uni events? Since he’s a partygoer, he never really cares about how he dresses, but this time, he actually put in effort. He’s wearing a cardigan over a button-up with black jeans, and you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from him. As much as you hate him, you can’t deny that he’s really attractive.
Haechan opens the door for you, and you get in, already anticipating a night at some basic café where you’ll sit through the embarrassment of his conversation.
Haechan was surprisingly a great conversationalist. He wasn’t acting silly and talked calmly—you didn’t even know he was capable of that. To be honest, you always thought he was a complete idiot who didn’t know how to handle relationships, which is why he had so many almost-relationships with different girls. But it turned out that wasn’t the case.
He told you about his family, his friends, and just his life in general. How he once dreamed of becoming a musician but later decided it was a bad idea and chose to study IT instead. How, despite being good with computers, he was terrible at video games and so on.
The whole evening was filled with a good atmosphere, to the point that you almost forgot why you were really here. Haechan seemed like a genuinely kind and good person, making you momentarily forget about his real personality.
Now, the two of you were walking through a park, breathing in the fresh air, and continuing your conversation.
Haechan walks beside you and says, “I’m still surprised that Jisung never mentioned you. You’re not someone people should keep quiet about.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“You’re pretty. You’re kind, beautiful, and sweet. A good person. If you were my friend, I’d be telling everyone about you.”
You blush, but this time, it’s real. A part of you hopes he’s being honest, but this is Lee Haechan—he couldn’t be.
“Thank you. You’re a good person too, but I don’t get why you have such a bad reputation. Everyone calls you rude.”
Haechan flinches slightly. “I just… I just don’t trust people.”
“You don’t trust people?” You tilt your head, confused.
“Yeah. I only trust my friends and family. I had bad experiences with others, so I decided to be this way.” Haechan didn’t even know why he was telling you this right now, especially since it was so personal.
“But have you ever thought that if you gave others a chance, you might be able to trust them too?”
Haechan stays silent for a moment, and you decide to drop the topic. You continue walking in silence until you reach your apartment.
“Thanks for tonight. I hope we can do this again if you don’t mind,” he says.
“I’d love that,” you say with a bright smile. He smiles back, just as warmly.
You say goodbye, and he watches you until you disappear inside the building.
“Such a weirdo,” Haechan mutters under his breath before turning back to his car.
idiot: are you in the cafeteria?
You stare at your phone, waiting for a reply, but instead, a hand on your shoulder startles you. You look up and see Haechan.
“This is for you.” He places a cheesecake and your favorite juice on the table. Your friends watch the scene unfold with wide eyes.
“What do you mean, why? I just want to keep you in a good mood during class. So, enjoy.” He pats your shoulder and walks away.
“What did you do to him?!” Karina hisses at you while you stare at the cheesecake, just as confused.
“I… have no idea? Maybe my charms are working.”
Ningning bursts out laughing.
“No, but seriously, this is weird. He never does stuff like this. Look around—the whole cafeteria is staring at you now!”
You glance up and, sure enough, every table seems to be drilling holes into you with their eyes.
You quickly look away and stab your fork into your salad.
“Damn, I didn’t want this kind of attention.”
“You’re already popular.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be famous just for being Haechan’s next girl!”
“Oh, baby, believe me, this is a completely different case,” you ignore Ningning and continue eating, letting everything else fade into the background.
“You’re trying so hard, it’s hilarious,” Chenle says, settling into a seat at the kitchen table, eyes locked on Haechan.
The guys had gathered at Jeno and Jaemin’s place after university. Jaemin was still at the gym and Jisung still at uni, but the rest of them were here.
“What’s going on?” Jeno asks, while Renjun also looks over with curiosity.
“He made a bet with Chenle that he could date Y/N.”
Renjun laughs hard, nearly falling over onto Mark.
“Y/N?” He laughs again, and Chenle joins in. “She rejects the most popular guys, and you think she won’t reject you?”
“We went on a date!” Haechan shouts.
“So what? She goes on dates with guys, then it’s over. No one ever makes it to the final stage, Haechan. And you, of all people, definitely won’t.”
“Wanna bet on that too?” Haechan challenges, smirking.
Renjun scoffs but is still grinning. “I don’t waste my time on childish things like this.”
“What?” Renjun exclaims, eyes widening. “Well, damn, I’m in!”
Laughter erupts around the room, and Mark sighs before adding, “If Jaemin finds out you guys are betting on Y/N, he’s gonna kill us. And for the record, I’m totally against this.”
“Everything will be fine, Mark. Just… please, no one tell Jaemin or Jisung.”
Everyone nods in agreement.
Your second date takes place at an amusement park. You mentioned that you love them a lot, and Haechan couldn’t miss this chance.
“It’s so beautiful and fun here,” you say as you walk through the park. It’s Sunday, and there are a lot of people around. Haechan stays close to you, making sure not to lose sight of you and to keep you from tripping. He frequently places a hand on your back and gently guides you forward. You feel a bit flustered by it but don’t show it. The same goes for Haechan.
“Do you want to go on that one?” you ask, pointing at a ride that spins people around.
Haechan gulps. In reality, he’s a bit afraid of extreme rides and often gets nauseous from them. He does like amusement parks, but he tries not to go on too many rides—one or two at most. He thought you’d be the same and that he wouldn’t have to endure too much.
“Haechan, let’s go there!” You grab his hand and pull him toward yet another ride.
Haechan wants to cry. He can’t handle another one—his stomach is churning, and he’s holding on for dear life, all for yo- for the bet. And you’re too happy, too excited, too adorable today for him to say no. Besides, he doesn’t want to disappoint you when he’s the one who invited you here.
And yet, he’s at his limit. If he gets on one more ride…
“Y/N, wait.” He stops you, pulling you toward him, breathing heavily from running. You look at him, starting to worry.
“Are you okay?” You place a hand on his cheek, and he flinches at your touch.
“Yeah, I just… I’m tired. Can we just eat now?”
You pout—you really wanted to go on that ride.
“Just once? I’ve always wanted to try it, but I never got the chance. Just one time?” You smile sweetly, holding up a finger. He sighs in defeat and nods.
One time. He prays he won’t throw up.
“Haechan, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” You rub his back as he hunches over the toilet, trowing up. The moment you got off the ride, he suddenly clutched his stomach and muttered that he was going to be sick. Acting quickly, you rushed him to the public restroom.
“I didn’t want to say no to you,” he finally says, wiping his mouth and sinking down to sit on the floor.
“Huh? I’m not a kid; you could’ve just refused.”
“You looked too cute, and I wanted to make you happy.” He chuckles, but you glare at him.
“Happy? Are you happy now?”
Haechan sighs and lowers his head.
“Thirsty? Wait, I’ll go get you something.” You stand up, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.
“Stay here. We’ll go together later.”
“You sure? You look awful.”
He looks up at you and smiles.
“You make me feel better.”
This is all for the bet… right?
It was a dark evening, and you were sitting on a bench near the park. Haechan felt better after drinking some water and getting fresh air. Naturally, you didn’t go on any more rides or walk anywhere else. You just sat there quietly, watching the bright lights shining from the amusement park.
“Why didn’t you tell me that rides make you sick?” you break the silence.
“I… You were having fun, and I was the one who invited you, knowing I’d feel bad. I just didn’t know you liked riding them so much.” Haechan chuckles, but you stay silent. He notices and wipes the smile off his face before continuing.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect it either. The last time I threw up at an amusement park was when I was eighteen.”
“Because after that, you stopped going on rides?”
Haechan is surprised by your tone and slowly nods.
“Yeah.” He smiles again, trying to make it seem like a joke.
“You really are an idiot. Don’t lie to me again.”
He nods and turns back to the view.
“To be honest, I do go on rides, but only once or twice. I didn’t expect you to love them this much.”
“I’m really scared of them, but sometimes I push through my fear and force myself to ride, reminding myself that I only live once. And I thought you enjoyed them too, so I kept going, even though I wanted to stop after the third one.”
Haechan suddenly laughs—loudly, throwing his head back.
“What’s so funny?” you frown.
“We both forced ourselves to do something we couldn’t handle… for each other. It’s funny and kind of stupid.”
You nod, and he stands up, holding out his hand.
You quickly step into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you and leaning your back against it. You stand there for a few minutes, staring blankly ahead, until Ningning comes out of her room and looks at you with questioning eyes.
“Nings, is Haechan always this open with his partners?”
“Open? What do you mean?” Ningning sits on the couch and gestures for you to join her. You give in and flop down beside her with a heavy sigh.
“He told me about his fears… and some personal things.”
“He never shares personal stuff with anyone.”
A sudden male voice interrupts, making you turn toward the sound. Jaemin walks in with a grin and sits down next to you.
“Jaemin? What are you doing here?”
“Came to play with Ningning,” he says casually as she nods and turns on the PlayStation.
“So… my plan is working, and he’s starting to like me,” you lean back, smiling widely before bursting into laughter.
Ningning looks at you in horror, then shifts her gaze to Jaemin, but he only shrugs and smirks before turning back to the game.
“Why is he doing this? Jaemin could easily see them,” Mark clicks his tongue as he, Chenle, and Renjun watch from the corner of the cafeteria. You were standing there with Haechan, who had just walked up to you like usual and handed you your juice. You had told him to stop because it was awkward, but he didn’t care.
“Especially now—rumors will spread, and everything will definitely go downhill.”
“Mark, stop stressing so much already,” Chenle laughs, nudging his shoulder. Mark had always been the voice of reason, constantly stopping his friends from getting into trouble. So it wasn’t surprising that he was desperately trying to put an end to this, especially knowing that you were Jisung and Jaemin’s best friend.
The boys jump as Jaemin suddenly approaches them. He doesn’t react to their startled faces, just keeps his eyes fixed on you and Haechan.
“Why is he talking to Y/N?” Jaemin’s intense gaze burns into the two of you, and the boys start panicking. Chenle scrambles to come up with an excuse and is about to say something when Haechan starts heading back toward them.
Halfway there, he spots Jaemin and stops in his tracks. They stare at each other for a moment before Haechan decides to keep walking, approaching the group.
“What were you doing with her?” Jaemin asks directly, and the air around them tenses.
Classes had already started, and they should have all left by now, but no one moved.
“I was just talking to her.”
“Am I not allowed to talk to her?”
“I don’t see any situation where you would need to talk to Yoon, Haechan.”
Haechan freezes at the coldness in his friend’s tone, swallowing hard as Jaemin continues.
“If you’re planning to make her just another one of your girls for a few days, you better stop now.”
“I’m not planning that, Jaemin. She’s different for me.”
Silence hangs in the air as Jaemin completely ignores Haechan’s words.
“Don’t do anything stupid, and if you dare hurt her, I don’t care that you’ve been my best friend since childhood, Donghyuck.”
With that, Jaemin brushes past him, bumping his shoulder slightly before walking away, leaving Haechan standing there, staring at the floor, unsure of what to feel.
Idiot: hey, wanna go for a walk?
angry princess: rn? I don’t mind :)
You were strolling through the park, talking about everything and nothing. You still secretly annoyed each other, but your relationship had shifted slightly. Haechan used to think you were just a nerd and a weirdo, but over time, he realized you were completely different—just as Jisung had said. He didn’t have feelings for you, or so he told himself, but for some reason, he wanted to do everything for you. He convinced himself that he was only putting in so much effort to win the bet and rub it in that annoying Chenle’s face.
The weather was nice at first, but without you noticing, it started to change—dark clouds rolled in, and soon, it began to rain. Haechan took off his jacket and draped it over you.
“Sorry, I didn’t know the weather would be like this today.”
You had planned to spend the whole day outside, even wearing a skirt and a top, but luck was not on your side. As you made your way toward Haechan’s car, the rain turned into a downpour, and you both started running. Completely drenched, you jumped into the car, laughing at the situation you found yourselves in.
As Haechan settled into the driver’s seat and shut the door, you watched him closely. Feeling your gaze, he turned to face you. You stared for a long moment before reaching out, brushing his wet bangs from his eyes. He froze under your touch, his gaze locking onto yours.
Slowly, you started leaning toward each other. Haechan’s eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back again, as if silently asking for permission. You gave a slow nod.
Without wasting a second, he leaned in, pressing a soft, testing kiss against your lips before pulling away to gauge your reaction. Without hesitation, you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him properly.
The kiss was gentle and unhurried, both of you moving in sync as you melted into each other. Haechan wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. In this kiss, it felt as if he was finally doing something he had wanted to do for a long time, and you didn’t hold back either. After a few minutes, you both pull away, breathing heavily. You look at each other, and in his eyes, you see either the reflection of the streetlights outside or his own shimmering gaze.
“Wow…” That’s all Haechan manages to say, clearly at a loss for words. You laugh and lean back against the seat. A brief silence follows before he speaks again.
“I guess I should be grateful for not checking the weather. If I had, I wouldn’t have gotten a kiss from you.”
“Yeah, but we’re probably going to get sick—especially me.” You gesture to your skirt, and Haechan lowers his gaze.
“Oh, wait a second.” He reaches into the backseat and pulls out a black hoodie. Without hesitation, he drapes it over you and turns on the heater, making the car warmer. You look at him, surprised.
“Isn’t this the hoodie you always wear?”
Silence fills the car again until Haechan breaks it.
You smile and nod, and just like that, you spend the rest of the rain-soaked night kissing in his car until the storm finally passes.
Haechan walks into his apartment, where his friends are already lounging on the couch, watching a movie. Mark had a spare key, and they had texted earlier about coming over in the evening, so it wasn’t surprising to see them there.
As soon as Chenle notices him, he practically yells, “Haechan! How was the date?”
Haechan stiffens at the question, his steps slowing as he heads toward his room.
“Nothing special, just the usual,” he mutters, trying to sound nonchalant. He quickly disappears into his room, leaving his friends staring after him in confusion.
The moment he shuts the door, he leans against it, pressing his hands to his cheeks. A huge grin spreads across his face, and before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “I kissed her.”
Realizing how loud he was, he slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyes darting toward the door as if making sure no one heard him. He could’ve gone out there and told them everything, declared his victory in the bet right away—but for some reason, it didn’t feel right. This moment wasn’t about the bet anymore. It was something just between the two of you, and he wanted to keep it that way.
After changing into something more comfortable, he falls onto his bed and grabs his phone. He types out a quick message before drifting off to sleep.
idiot: let’s meet somewhere private tomorrow, I need to tell you something
Haechan offered to be your boyfriend.
At the start of the day, you both agreed to meet in an empty room, and there, he asked you to be a couple. Of course, you said yes, silently praying that your relationship would last more than two weeks.
The first few days were quiet—you didn’t hide, but you didn’t flaunt it either. But then, one particular day turned into chaos. Rumors about your relationship spread like wildfire. Whenever you or Haechan walked through the hallways, people stared and whispered. You didn’t like the attention, but you had expected it, so you quickly accepted it.
What shocked everyone wasn’t just the fact that someone was dating—it was who was dating. Two complete opposites. Most of all, people couldn’t believe that you, the infamous untouchable, had given a chance to the university’s biggest player. That’s why the gossip was louder than ever.
Then, on the university’s website, someone made an anonymous post about you two. It gained tons of likes and comments. You didn’t care much about people’s opinions, but one comment managed to get under your skin.
catJlover: maybe they just made a bet on each other, and now they’re forced to “be together”? ;)
“What?” You frowned and clicked on the comment. It already had three dislikes, making you scoff. “Right, of course.”
catJlover: maybe they just made a bet on each other, and now they’re forced to “be together”? ;) (0 likes, 4 dislikes)
“Haechan! Why didn’t you tell us you two were dating?!” Chenle burst into the empty classroom where Haechan and Mark were sitting.
Haechan smirked and lazily lifted his gaze, noticing that Jisung and Renjun were following closely behind.
“Isn’t it more fun to find out this way instead of hearing it directly from me?” he grinned.
Chenle scoffed and sat on the desk in front of him.
“I can’t believe you actually won the bet,” Renjun said, making Haechan freeze. His eyes darted to Jisung, who stood silently next to them—his best friend, the one person he didn’t want to find out.
Renjun noticed Haechan’s panic and quickly reassured him.
“He knows. Chenle told him.”
“Why?” Haechan shot a glare at the younger boy, who only shrugged.
“He asked. He already had suspicions.”
Haechan hesitated before looking at Jisung carefully, his voice cautious.
“Of course I’m mad, Haechan.”
Haechan lowered his gaze, but Jisung continued before he could spiral.
“I just hope you either end this without suspicion… or do what I actually want you to do.”
Before Haechan could ask what that meant, Chenle suddenly spoke up.
“Hey, you need to prove that you two are actually dating.”
Everyone turned to him with questioning looks.
“What? Everyone already knows we’re dating,” Haechan said, frowning.
“Only by words, right?” Chenle glanced around before hopping off the desk.
“You could’ve just convinced her to play along and split the winnings with her.”
“I don’t buy that she rejected Sungchan but agreed to date you.” Chenle crossed his arms. “I need pictures or at least to see a kiss myself.”
“Hey! You pervert!” Renjun smacked him, making Chenle hiss in protest.
“I’m not! Just think about it—it’s really weird that we haven’t seen them up close! I still don’t believe it, and I need photos,” Chenle grinned, making Haechan roll his eyes.
“Fine, you’ll get your pictures. But after that, you give me my money immediately.”
Chenle nodded but then added, “Actually, you know what? I need a video of you two doing it, because you could just do a quick peck, and that doesn’t co—”
Renjun smacked him again, this time harder.
Haechan laughed, grabbing his bag as he got up to leave.
“I’ll send them tonight.” And with that, he walked out.
“Tonight? That fast?” Chenle raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe they actually are dating… Well, at least for Y/N, it’s real.”
Jisung watched Haechan leave, biting his lip in frustration.
idiot: wanna come over tonight?
idiot: I’ll order pizza, and we can watch a movie.
angry princess: come over? to your place?
angry princess: I guess yeah, sure. Will you pick me up?
idiot: of course, when does your last class end?
idiot: I’ll be waiting at the gate.
You sat on Haechan’s couch, waiting for him to return from the kitchen. The fact that he had invited you over to his place still caught you off guard. You had even texted your friends to ask if he did this with all his girlfriends, but Jaemin had quickly replied, saying no—he only let in the closest people. That made you uneasy.
You couldn’t figure out whether Haechan actually had feelings for you or not. But you quickly pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the most important thing—keeping this relationship going for as long as possible. You weren’t even sure what you felt about him. In fact, you had forbidden yourself from feeling anything more than hate.
Speaking of which—you don’t really hate him now. And it pissed you off.
He was too kind to you. Too attentive. He even remembered little details about you, which was surprising, to say the least. You felt lost in this whole situation but reassured yourself that it would all be worth it soon, and you’d spend your winnings on new clothes.
“Hey, sorry I took so long.”
Haechan walked in, placing two glasses and a plate of snacks on the table.
“I’ll order us some food now. What do you want?”
He sat down next to you—so close that your heart skipped a beat.
“I’d like a double-cheese pizza and a large fries.”
He smiled, nodding, and for a second, you caught yourself thinking that his smile was really cute.
Some time later, you were both sitting there, eating, watching a horror movie. Neither of you liked romance movies, though your reasons were different and understandable. So horror was a fair compromise.
The truth was, you loved horror movies. But you were also terrified of them. You expected to flinch and scream during the jumpscares like you always did.
The movie you picked was creepy and unsettling. You were doing your best to keep quiet, but—
You jumped as Haechan suddenly grabbed onto you, hiding his face in your shoulder.
You hesitantly touched the top of his head. He slowly peeked up at the screen, clearly embarrassed.
“God, sorry, I wasn’t expecting that jumpscare.”
“That wasn’t a jumpscare?”
Haechan awkwardly leaned back, pulling the blanket over himself. You both continued watching in silence until a real jumpscare popped up. This time, he didn’t just grab your hand—he completely wrapped his arms around you.
You froze. The TV blared with horrifying sounds, but he didn’t let go. In fact, he only held on tighter.
“You know, if you wanna cuddle, you can just say so.”
Haechan pulled away slightly, looking at you. But before he could respond, another loud scream came from the TV, and he flinched right back into your shoulder.
You laughed, patting his arm.
“Okay, so you’re actually scared.”
“Aren’t you scared too?” he mumbled into your neck.
“I am jumpy, and yeah, I’m scared. But you’re freaking out so much that I don’t even get a chance to be scared first.”
You laughed even harder. Haechan pouted.
“I just didn’t expect it to be this scary… Let’s turn it off, please?”
He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, and you widened yours in disbelief.
“What? Then what are we gonna do? I actually like the movie.”
“Kiss?” Haechan replied instantly, leaning in closer. “I missed you.”
You blinked, caught off guard. And he took advantage of your hesitation, pressing his lips to yours.
Right then, another horrifying scream erupted from the TV, scaring both of you. Haechan groaned, pulled away, and angrily turned the TV off. Then, he immediately returned to you, shifting positions—pulling you onto him.
That’s when you realized—he wanted you to sit on his lap.
“Come on, sit on my lap, please.”
You hesitated but eventually nodded, adjusting yourself onto him. His hands found your waist, fingers tracing soft patterns on your sides. He kissed you again, this time deeper, more insistent, more intoxicating.
Your hands moved up to his neck, pulling him even closer—though there was barely any space left between you two.
When you finally pulled away, you both just stared at each other, soaking in the moment.
“I wanna capture you on camera right now.”
You said it without much thought—Haechan just looked so good, lips swollen, cheeks slightly flushed. But the second those words left your mouth, something clicked in his mind.
“Then do it. My phone’s on the table behind you.”
You stared at him, shocked.
“Why not? We barely have any pictures together, and right now, you look really beautiful—especially after our kisses. I want to remember you like this.”
You blush but still reach for his phone, turning on the camera.
“Should I stay like this?” you ask, and Haechan nods.
You lift the phone, adjusting the angle to find the perfect shot. Both of you pose, and you snap a few pictures.
“Let’s take a kissing photo,” Haechan suddenly suggests, tilting your face toward him with a smirk before leaning in.
You freeze for a second but quickly press the shutter button as he kisses you. Afterward, he grabs the phone, scrolling through the pictures. They looked straight out of Pinterest—effortless, natural, and breathtakingly intimate.
Haechan grins victoriously, but more than anything, he’s ecstatic that he now has proof for Chenle—and even better, the photos turned out genuinely stunning.
“Wow, these are really pretty,” Haechan says, showing them to you.
You don’t react immediately, just staring at him with a furrowed brow.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, confused.
You snap out of it, shaking your head. “Nothing. Just send them to me too.”
The rest of the evening is spent taking more photos and sharing kisses.
Haechan tosses his phone onto the table in front of Chenle, who instantly snatches it up, scrolling through the pictures. Mark and Renjun lean in from both sides, trying to get a look as well.
“So, does this mean I won the bet?” Haechan asks nonchalantly, grabbing a fork and digging into a salad that was already on the table.
“Hey! That’s my salad!” Renjun yells, shoving him off the chair.
Chenle, still scrolling, raises a brow. “Why did you take so many pictures?”
Haechan just shrugs, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“So you’d be absolutely sure. Besides, she loves taking pictures—I couldn’t say no.”
Haechan takes his phone back, scrolling through the gallery again with a satisfied smile.
“Did you send her the pictures?” Jisung suddenly asks.
Haechan hums in response, nodding. “Every single one.”
Jisung chuckles quietly, shaking his head.
“WHAT?! He never allowed anyone to take pictures with him! At least I’ve never seen any posts with his girlfriends!” Ningning practically yells, staring at your pictures along with Karina.
“Right!” You announce proudly, snatching your phone back. “And seriously, what do you mean he didn’t let people take pictures with him? Is he some kind of idol or something?” You scoff.
“Hey, I wasn’t done looking!”
“Wait, seriously?” Karina asks, narrowing her eyes.
You nod enthusiastically. “Yep, weird, right?”
“Yeah, but honestly, I don’t care. I already won the bet, so Ningning?” You tilt your head at her with a smirk. She huffs in frustration.
“It hasn’t been three weeks yet.”
“Well, it’s almost three weeks, so get your money ready.”
She clicks on his profile, checks his following list, and sure enough—your username is right there.
Ningning looks up at you with a shocked expression, and Karina covers her mouth in disbelief.
Meanwhile, you just stand there, confused. ”…Why are you guys looking at me like that?”
“Are you going to Johnny’s party?” You walk beside Haechan through the cafeteria, talking about your weekend plans. Johnny threw two huge parties every year, and this time, the date happened to fall at the end of the semester.
“Not sure. I don’t really feel like going this time. What about you?”
You and Haechan had been holding hands the entire time, and people still stared at you both. Of course, the rumors had died down a little, but they still lingered. Not that either of you cared anymore—probably.
“I can’t miss it, and I wanted to go with you this time,” he says with a smirk. “We’d be like the ultimate power couple there.”
You laugh, and he smiles, squeezing your hand. “I’ll think about it.”
And in the end, you agreed.
Haechan offered to pick you up so you could go together, but you wanted to go with the girls. He then suggested driving all three of you, which made them ecstatic—especially Ningning, who was already planning how she would interrogate Haechan the whole way.
“No, Ningning, stay quiet, or I’ll tell him not to drive us.” You point a finger at her while getting ready.
“Ugh, so boring! I need to make sure everything’s real!”
“I literally showed you our pictures!”
Karina laughs as you two argue.
“What if it’s AI? You know, technology is getting crazy nowadays.”
You click your tongue and shove her lightly. “Just be quiet the whole ride, okay?”
Still, you had a feeling she wouldn’t last even five minutes in the car.
“What do you like about her?”
“Everything? I can’t choose just one thing.” Haechan answers uncertainly as he drives you all to Johnny’s house.
You, Ningning, and Karina are crammed into the backseat because you refused to sit away from the girls—mainly because you wanted to keep an eye on Ningning. Unfortunately, she’s sitting on the other side of Karina, making it difficult for you to reach her. Not that it stops her from breaking her promise—she started interrogating Haechan the moment you got in the car.
“Not even one thing? That’s kind of suspicious…”
“Ningning!” You hiss at her, ready to smack her, but then Haechan suddenly says—
All three of you turn to him.
“My voice?” You echo quietly.
He nods, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “You have a really beautiful voice. I’m in love with it.”
Karina and Ningning share a look, and you feel your face heating up. But before you can say anything, Ningning strikes again.
“Okay! The real question. Do you see a future with Y/N? Like, marriage? Kids? Dogs? Cats? A house on an island?”
“Ningning, shut up!” You practically yell at her, smacking her while Karina gets squished in the middle.
Haechan laughs loudly as he stops at a red light. You expect him to brush it off or joke around—after all, things between you two weren’t that serious.
But then he surprises you.
“Yeah, I do.” His voice is calm, like he’s just stating a fact. “I don’t know about kids or pets, but living with her and getting married? I’d like that. But we need to finish university and get jobs first.”
You stare at him in disbelief. The girls exchange shocked glances, but Haechan just keeps driving like he didn’t just drop a bomb on you.
The rest of the ride is completely silent.
“Be careful, and call me if you need anything, okay?” Haechan adjusts your bomber jacket on your shoulder, smiling at you.
You’re still stuck in your thoughts, processing what he said in the car. You just stare at him, too stunned to react.
“Huh? Oh—yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ll call you if anything happens, yeah. Go to your friends.” You mumble quickly before hugging him and practically running off to find the girls.
Haechan watches you go, completely confused.
“I’ll transfer you the money tomorrow,” Chenle says, taking a sip of his cocktail.
“Money?” Haechan turns to him, confused.
“The bet. The money you won from the bet.”
“Did you seriously forget?” Chenle raises a brow.
“Looks like he’s actually in love,” Jeno comments, smirking.
Haechan flinches like he’s been doused in boiling water. “What? No. I don’t need her, and I’m not in love.”
“Then why have you been staring at her all night?” Jeno teases.
Haechan frowns, sinking into his drink.
“You even let Y/N post the pictures?” Chenle suddenly asks, making all the guys grab their phones.
Confused, Haechan takes his out too and opens Instagram.
There it is—your post from that night, tagged with his name.
No one called him Donghyuck. He never let anyone do that.
He scrolls to the comments, and people are freaking out.
“Haechan finally let his girlfriend take pictures with him?”
“I was starting to think he was a virgin pretending to be a player.”
“Y/N is so brave for doing this.”
Oh yeah. You were very brave.
Haechan suddenly stands up and storms off to find you.
“Haechan!” Renjun calls after him.
Chenle watches him leave, sipping his drink. “Guess he wasn’t lying when he said he doesn’t like sharing his personal life.”
Jisung hides a small smile from the corner of the room.
You wanted to go home. You didn’t know what happened, but you had drifted apart from all your friends, and everyone went in different directions. It had been exactly three weeks since you were with Haechan, and Ningning had given you the money after car incident. So, you finally decided to get back at Haechan for your hoodie and post your photos. He was known for not taking pictures with girls, and that bothered you more than anything. Besides, he had allowed you to take pictures and even sent you. He shouldn’t be against it, right? And honestly, you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to end it once and for all, so you hit the “post” button.
“Someone liked your post!”
You smiled and leaned back on the couch. Then, a guy sat next to you. You opened your eyes and sighed. It was the guy who had been bothering you for a while. He kept trying to flirt with you, and you just stayed silent, praying he’d leave you alone.
“Leave Haechan. I don’t even get why you’re with him. Did he give you money? I can give you more! I have more than he does!” he says, moving closer and placing his hand on your shoulder.
“Move away from her,” you hear a rough voice from above, and you see it’s Haechan. The guy, seeing him, slowly pulls his hand away and turns fully to face him.
“Who are you?” the guy squints, then recognizes him. “Ah, it’s Lee Haechan!” The guy stands up and extends his hand, but Haechan ignores him and pulls you by the hand towards him. He places his arm around your shoulder, clearly protecting you, and glares at the guy across from him.
“You know, I’ll just wait until you break up with her like you always do, and then I’ll have my chance,” the guy winks at you and walks away. Haechan wanted to follow him after hearing that, but you stopped him.
“Forget it. That idiot has been chasing me for a year, and he won’t stop.”
“If he bothers you again, tell me immediately, okay?” You nod, and Haechan suddenly grabs your hand and leads you out of the house.
“What are you doing?” you scream, frightened, but Haechan’s strength is greater, and you can’t break free from him. As you walk, someone from the crowd shouts:
“Oh, it’s that girl of Haechan, Y/N, who posted their revealing photos!” The crowd turns toward you, and everyone starts screaming and whistling. Haechan stops and stares into space. You look around and see a crowd of drunken students. Then you turn to Haechan and hear him swear before finally pulling you out of the house.
Outside, he lets go of your hand and stands with his back to you.
“What’s your deal?” he finally looks at you, and you get scared. He was serious, and his tone was harsh. “Why did you post the photos?”
You raise an eyebrow. “I’m your girlfriend. I wanted to do it.”
“You should have asked me for permission.”
You laugh. “You sent them to me. That’s permission.”
“Y/N…” He sighs and messes up his hair with his hand.
“Just delete them, okay?” He didn’t want to get angry at you, but the situation threw him off balance, and he didn’t know how to react. He felt exposed right now, like he was completely vulnerable.
“I don’t want to, Haechan.”
“I don’t want to. It’s my profile.”
He stays silent, not knowing what to say.
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. Are you a star, a K-pop idol or something?”
“It just makes me uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable when your girlfriend posts pictures with you?”
“It makes me uncomfortable when everyone sees me.”
“What? You’re literally popular in…”
“I know, and it pisses me off, Y/N!” You flinch as he snaps.
You flinch at his shout, not expecting such a sharp outburst of emotion. Haechan breathes heavily, looking at you, and you see his jaw clenched tightly.
“You don’t understand,” he continues, but now in a quieter tone, almost exhaling his words. “I hate it when people invade my life. My relationships. Me.” Haechan felt like everything he had built was falling apart and everyone had seen the real him. He created the bad boy image to keep everyone away, but then you came into his life and ruined everything.
You roll your eyes. “You’re acting like a child. It’s just a photo, Haechan, stop dramatizing.”
He clicks his tongue in irritation and looks away. “It’s not just a photo. It’s… I don’t want everyone talking about me and you.”
You cross your arms over your chest. “Too late. They’re already talking. So what now? I’m not going to delete them just because you suddenly decided you’ve got star syndrome.”
Haechan looks at you again, but now his gaze isn’t just angry — there’s something in it that’s almost disappointment.
“Do you want to piss me off on purpose?”
“No, I just want to do what I want. Like you always do.”
You both fall silent, and the tension between you seems almost tangible. He doesn’t move, but you see his fingers clenching into fists.
“Fine,” he finally says. “Do what you want.”
He looks at you for a couple of seconds before suddenly turning and walking away, leaving you standing alone.
You watch him walk to his car, but you didn’t want to leave things like this. You told yourself you would finally let him go, but something held you back. You believed he was truly in love with you, and you had treated him this way. You ran after him. You grabbed his hand and turned him toward you.
“Haechan,” you see his glassy eyes, and your heart breaks.
“Sorry, I’ll delete the photos,” you say, and he suddenly hugs you tightly. You feel his tears on your shoulder, and you hug him back.
“I love you,” he whispers. You flinch, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. He looks at you, and then you both kiss.
Can I come to your place?” you unexpectedly asked, and Haechan, already forgetting everything, looked at you in surprise.
“Yes, I don’t want to be alone today, especially since Karina and Ningning might not come either.”
You don’t know how it happened, but as soon as you entered the apartment, you and Haechan immediately started kissing and he pressed you against the wall in the hallway. Everything was calm and quiet until the door closed and you attacked each other. It’s surprising that you were thinking about the same thing all the way and now you were devouring each other.
You screamed when Haechan abruptly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. There he laid you down and hung over you without tearing off the kiss. You stroked his whole body with your hands and pulled him towards you. Then he pulls away from you and, breathing heavily, looks you straight in the eye.
"You.. Haechan seemed scared and very embarrassed, which surprised you because it seemed to you that he was always confident in such situations.
"Yes, very much." you answer and pull him towards you, but he moves away again.
"Are you sure? If something is wrong, will you tell me?" You're taken back by his behavior
"Yes, I will," he nods and kisses you again.
Haechan’s Room. You open your eyes and see the ceiling of Haechan’s room in front of you. You slowly sit up and try to remember what happened last night. Without realizing it, you start kicking your legs and smiling, then lie back down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow.
“Oh my God, we did it. We were really together all night. Oh my God!” You shake with happiness on the bed but then suddenly sit up again.
“Wait, where’s Haechan?” You look around the room and listen carefully, wondering if the water in the bathroom is running or if he might be in the kitchen, preparing something. But there’s complete silence. You sigh, and suddenly a notification pops up on the phone—not yours, but Haechan’s. You look at it, then turn away, lying back down and wrapping yourself in the blanket. The notification comes again, then again, and again, and again.
“Oh my God!” You throw off the blanket and grab Haechan’s phone to turn off the sound, but then you see a message from some chat, and you notice Mark’s photo profile.
big (small) chenle: hey, are you both done fucking? It’s morning already.
big (small) chenle: we saw you two kissing by the car ;)
my boy: I’m pretty sure they’ve done, chenle…
big (small) chenle: so why isn’t he answering??
renjunnie: If they did, I would be so shocked that he went this far with the bet.
Your heart drops, and you hear another notification.
big (small) chenle: Me too, dude. I didn’t want to lose money on him.
The fucking Lee Donghyuck did the bet on you.
Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your head and start shaking. You drop the blanket and grab your clothes off the floor as quickly as possible, trying to escape this place.
Haechan enters the apartment, places a bag on the floor, takes off his shoes, and walks into the bedroom with a smile.
“Y/N, you’re awake…” but you’re not there. He looks around for your things, but they’re gone. Did you leave? That fast? He approaches the bed and looks for at least a note from you, but there’s nothing. Haechan grabs his phone, and there isn’t a single message from you. Instead, there are tons of messages from his friends’ group chat. He sits on the bed and scrolls through the messages on the lock screen.
He reads what his friends wrote with some irritation because he didn’t want to call your relationship a bet, especially not after last night. Once he’s read everything, he puts the phone back on the nightstand and lies down on the bed. He lies there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, wondering why you left so quickly without warning him. Did he do something wrong? Was everything bad? Did he annoy you? Did you realize you needed to break up with him? Or…
Haechan suddenly sits up and grabs his phone. He rereads the messages and it hits him.
You saw their chat. You found out it was a bet. You fucking found out that he made a bet on you.
Haechan quickly dials your number and calls, but your phone is off.
“Shit…” He rushes to the coat rack, grabs his jacket, and heads for the door. When he opens it, he sees his friends Mark, Chenle, and Renjun standing there.
“I’m sorry, I tried to convince them not to go to you,” Mark says.
“Y/N at home?” asks Chenle, and then Haechan explodes.
“No, she fucking left because of you idiots!” The guys look shocked, and Haechan continues.
“She saw what you were writing about. She now knows we made a bet on her.” Haechan starts shaking, and tears fill his eyes. The guys quickly react, pushing him back into the apartment while closing the door. Haechan can’t hold it in anymore and starts crying, falling to his knees on the floor, covering his face with his hands. The shocked guys sit beside him, and Renjun hugs him to comfort him while Chenle runs to the kitchen to get water.
The guys don’t understand why he’s reacting this way to your departure, considering he did it all for money. They were sure he felt nothing for you and that he was doing all these strange things just to make sure you’d stay with him. But now, seeing him like this, they start to rethink everything.
Chenle brings the water and hands it to Haechan. He takes it with trembling hands and drinks it quickly. Renjun gently strokes his back, and Mark sits opposite, watching him closely, waiting for him to speak.
“We… we slept together yesterday…” No one answers, and Haechan continues.
“I didn’t think she’d agree to it… I didn’t understand why she even agreed to be with me… I never understood it, and it hurts that I used her, even though I actually have feelings for her.” Everyone freezes. Haechan never loved anyone since school, and he never admitted it. That’s why he changed so many partners. He wanted to love and finally find the one, but every time he felt like a failure. He was convinced he would stay alone for the rest of his life, that he would never meet anyone, so he gave up on himself and everyone, becoming someone he wasn’t. Only his friends knew how soft and kind he really was, but the fear of being himself ate him up, so he created a completely foreign image for himself.
This bet was supposed to be just another distraction and source of entertainment for him. But somewhere along the way, something changed, and from the very first date, he began to genuinely like you. He started doing things for you sincerely, not for the win, even though he denied it to himself and refused to acknowledge it. After the first kiss, he didn’t even want to tell his friends about it, because for him, that moment wasn’t a bet—it was something much more important and personal. He finally felt love.
The guys listened to him in silence, and they hugged him for a long time, comforting him.
You sit down on the couch in the empty apartment. The girls weren’t home yet, so you sat there alone, letting your emotions take over as you talked to yourself.
“Fuck,” you groan, leaning back and covering your face with your hands.
“I shouldn’t be reacting like this. I used him too. I made a bet on him too. I’m no better than he is.”
You stand up and head to the kitchen to get some water to calm yourself down. As you pour the water, you mumble under your breath again.
“I knew what kind of person he was. I should’ve guessed he would do something like this.”
You bring the glass to your lips, but as soon as you feel the warm tears rolling down your cheeks, you quickly wipe one away with your hand.
“Damn it… he used me this whole time!”
You slam the glass down on the counter and rub your face with your hands, trying to pull yourself together, but you can’t.
This whole time, you wondered why he treated you differently. Why he acted like you were special. You believed he was truly in love with you, but in the end, he only treated you that way because you were a challenge.
You grab your phone, ready to text Ningning and Karina, but you hesitate.
“If they find out he had a bet on me… I’ll lose my own.”
Your tears fall again as you sit back down on the couch, curling into yourself. Just then, you hear the soft click of the door opening.
You flinch and quickly wipe your tears away.
You hide your face, but Jaemin moves quickly, sitting beside you and pulling you into his arms.
“Hey, I’m right here. It’s okay. What’s wrong?”
You don’t answer, just bury your face in his neck as he gently strokes your back.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer. At the very least, you needed to tell Jaemin, knowing he would keep it a secret.
Jaemin freezes, his movements stopping as he hears your words.
You pull away slightly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, and Jaemin feels his heart almost shatter.
“Haechan made a bet on me. I found out this morning when I was at his place.”
You wipe your tears while Jaemin stays silent, his hands gently rubbing your arms.
“But you know… I shouldn’t even be mad because I did the same thing. I used him too. It’s just… he acted so different. I actually believed it…”
“Do you have feelings for him?” Jaemin asks quietly.
You hesitate before finally speaking.
“We slept together last night.”
Now Jaemin’s heart completely breaks. He knew how hard physical touch was for you, even with friends. And now… an entire night with Haechan, who had only used you.
“That asshole,” Jaemin mutters, but you cut him off.
“Please don’t tell the girls. I at least want to get the money out of this.”
Jaemin nods, and for the rest of the day, he stays by your side, doing everything he can to distract you from the situation.
Two weeks had passed since that day.
You and Haechan hadn’t seen each other or texted even once. It was strange—there had been no real fight, no dramatic confrontation, yet you both silently agreed to ignore each other.
For you, it was a choice. You didn’t want to see him. For him, it was shame.
Before dating you, he had been in a dark place. During your relationship, he had felt healed, lighter, like a better version of himself. But now? Now he had fallen even lower than before.
He stopped talking to everyone. Stopped going to university. Stopped responding to his parents. Stopped gaming. Stopped leaving his room.
His friends tried to pull him out of it, to get him to go outside, to do something, but he wouldn’t budge.
And you? You had tried to forget. Or at least to pretend you had. You went on with your normal life, spending time with the girls, keeping yourself busy. The money was still untouched, and they still didn’t know the truth. You had told them you and Haechan had a huge fight—because of you—and that’s why you broke up.
They believed you and left you alone.
Jaemin told you he wasn’t talking to Haechan either.
One Saturday evening, Haechan sat in the living room watching a drama. A romance, of course. Lately, that was all he could watch, imagining the two of you in place of the actors.
Tears pricked at his eyes as he buried himself deeper into his blanket. Then he remembered how you had once lain here beside him, wrapped in the same blanket.
His tears fell even harder.
Then, a knock at the door.
At first, he ignored it, assuming it was Mark or Chenle again. But the knocking grew louder.
“If that’s you, Mark or Chenle, just leave me alone. I’m not opening the door,” he called out, already turning away.
Haechan froze for a few seconds before slowly turning back. His hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitant, before he finally opened it.
Jaemin stood there, smiling.
Haechan blinked, confused. “Jaemin? What are you doing here…?”
Haechan nodded, stepping aside and shutting the door as Jaemin walked in.
“I know about the bet,” Jaemin interrupted.
Haechan stiffened, his head dropping as Jaemin stood with his back to him.
“She must’ve told you everything…”
“No. I knew from the start.”
Haechan’s eyes widened as Jaemin finally turned to face him.
“But… he was in the shower when we talked about it,” Haechan mumbled.
Jaemin just shrugged and sat down on the couch.
“Are you mad?” Haechan asked, still standing near the door.
“At first, yeah. But then I found out Y/N had made a bet on you, too. So I wasn’t too worried—you weren’t the only one playing games.”
“She what? What are you talking about?” Haechan finally steps closer, standing directly in front of Jaemin, his face filled with confusion.
Jaemin smiles widely and lets out a small laugh.
“Haechan, did you really think you were the that only one?”
Silence falls between them, the tension in the air growing thick.
“What? Jaemin, what’s going on? Did you make a bet with her?”
“No, but I was the one who suggested it to her.” Jaemin sits down on the couch. “She didn’t know about your bet, and when Jisung told me, I was so pissed off that I wanted to go straight to you that day. But then I thought—why not make you taste your own medicine? She actually won, but she doesn’t even know it. You really fell for her, didn’t you?”
Jaemin stands up, looking directly at Haechan. Haechan doesn’t know how to respond. He just stands there, frozen in shock. Did you really do this? Did you go that far for a money?
“Do you think she would have posted your pictures if she didn’t mean it? She barely even posts herself.”
Tears start to stream down Haechan’s face again. He lowers his head, finally realizing that he deserved all of this. But at the same time… he feels relieved. Relieved that you didn’t suffer as much as he did.
“This all started because of you, Haechan. Because of your ego.”
“I’m sorry… I know I was an idiot.”
Jaemin steps forward and pulls him into a hug.
“You’re an idiot, but you’re a good idiot. We all know you can be better than this. And Y/N is suffering too, so instead of locking yourself in this room all night, maybe it’s time you go fix this mess.”
Haechan pulls away, looking at him in disbelief.
Jaemin sighs. “You really are dense. I’m telling you—go to her and figure it out yourselves.”
Haechan came to the university.
That was all you heard throughout the morning, from every corner of the campus. Everyone was talking about it as if a god himself had descended upon this place. It wouldn’t have bothered you so much—if only people didn’t keep coming up to you with endless questions about your relationship.
“Did you two really break up?”
“Do you actually love him?”
You clenched your jaw, your patience wearing thin with every passing second.
“Oh my god, can you all just back off? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
The entire hallway turned to look at you after your outburst, eyes filled with curiosity and shock. You froze for a moment, embarrassment creeping up your spine—until frustration took over again.
“Stop meddling in other people’s lives!” you shouted, voice firm and unwavering. “Whatever happens between us is none of your business, even if we are insanely popular. Mind your own damn lives, and don’t ever bring this up to me or Haechan again!”
Your sharp gaze swept over the stunned crowd. No one dared to speak. The silence was deafening.
Feeling the weight of their stares suffocating you, you turned on your heel and rushed into the nearest restroom.
Even after you left, no one moved. The air was thick with the shock of your words.
At the end of the hallway, Haechan stood still, watching everything unfold. His heart clenched. He wanted to run after you—to hold you, to tell you that you weren’t alone in this. But he stopped himself. You needed space. And he refused to make things worse when he was the reason you had to spill your emotions like that in the first place.
Haechan entered the cafeteria, and as soon as he did, Chenle jumped on him.
“Haechan, I missed you!” He hugged him tightly, and Haechan laughed, hugging him back.
“I missed you too, Chenle.”
Still, Haechan couldn’t bring himself to approach you the whole day. He spent the day walking around alone, sitting with his friends during lunch. He told them every detail Jaemin had shared with him.
“So, I actually won the bet?” Chenle exclaimed, and Renjun smacked him on the arm.
“No, you lost. The bet was about dating her, and Haechan went further,” Renjun replied, and Chenle raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t you supposed to agree? You lost too.”
“Yeah, but for me, my friend’s happiness and mental health matter more,” Renjun responded.
Chenle frowned and turned away.
“You’re making me look like the bad guy.”
“And besides, Y/N wouldn’t have slept with him just over a regular bet,” everyone turned to look at Jisung, who had been quiet throughout the conversation. After Haechan explained everything, no one judged him for telling Jaemin about this. They understood that you were their best friend, and what he did wasn’t that bad. He could have just told you directly. Jisung was always honest and couldn’t lie, especially to who was close to him, which his friends really appreciated.
“Really?” Haechan asked quietly, and Jisung nodded.
“Moreover, she wouldn’t even have kissed you. She’s too uncomfortable with physical contact from guys.”
Everyone sat in silence, and Haechan smirked, simply nodding.
It was evening, and the whole university was heading home. You said goodbye to your classmates and walked to the exit. As soon as you stepped outside, a heavy downpour began, and all the students were running in different directions, making noise. You stood under the porch, sheltered from the rain, unsure of what to do. You didn’t even have a jacket with you. You looked around to see what others were doing. Some people, being smart, walked out with umbrellas, others draped their jackets over themselves, while some lifted their backpacks over their heads. You sighed — it seemed like you’d have to walk out and just pray you wouldn’t catch a cold the next day. But deep down, you kind of liked it. You loved the rain and being in it, especially during your sad periods.
You took a step forward, preparing to get completely soaked, but suddenly, you noticed that nothing was dripping on you, even though you were already outside. You looked up and saw a transparent umbrella, then noticed a hand and…
You both stood there for a few minutes, looking into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t believe you were finally seeing him again after such a long time. He looked so handsome. His eyes were sparkling — you couldn’t tell if it was because of the rain or if they were naturally that way. He wore a hoodie, and his bangs didn’t fully cover his eyes, so you could see his face clearly. You even noticed the raindrops on his cheeks.
“Hey, you’re going to get soaked!”
You grabbed the handle of the umbrella and rushed to him, bumping into his chest. Now, you were both standing under the umbrella, and neither of you would get wet anymore.
“Do you want to get sick?” you looked up and met his sweet smile.
“Why are you… why are you silent?” you stuttered, not knowing how to react to your closeness, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want him to get wet, and you didn’t want to get wet either.
“I missed you and your sarcastic tone.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. It was a little hoarse and quiet because of the rain, but you could still hear it. Around you, there was no one else left; everyone had run off, leaving just the two of you.
“Let’s talk, please,” he said again, and you hesitated, nodding.
“Hey!” you heard a male voice from afar and turned around.
“Is it you two again? Why are you standing in the rain? Go home faster! Lee Donghyuck, if you get sick, I’ll still wait for you in class, even if you’re will be dying! So don’t even think about asking for a sick note!” It was Professor Kwon. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud, covering your mouth, while Haechan just stood still and didn’t move.
He shouted back, “I promise, Professor Kwon, I won’t miss another one of your lectures!” Then, he grabbed your hand, and you both ran to his car.
When Haechan gets in the car and closes the door, an awkward silence falls. You don’t dare to look at him and focus on what’s going on outside. He, on the other hand, sits still for a moment and then breaks the silence.
“Hm?” You turn to him, and he remains still, continuing:
“Sorry for betting on you. And sorry that you found out in the worst way.”
You remember that day and can’t help but smirk. You weren’t mad at him; you were mad at yourself, because you fell for someone you shouldn’t have. You were the one who got involved in the bet, you agreed to everything. You let him take you.
“You don’t need to apologize, I was the one who used you.”
You decide to tell him the truth, but he shakes his head, interrupting you.
“No, this bet started because of me. If it weren’t for me, and my idiot friends, especially Chenle, none of this would have happened. Jaemin wouldn’t have made you do all of this.” He finally looks at you, and you see his eyes glistening, but what concerned you more was this: does he know?
“You know about me?… How?”
He nods. “Jaemin told me everything. He made you the bet after hearing from Jisung that Chenle bet with me on you. So, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry.”
You turn your gaze to the windshield, trying to process everything he just said. You zone out for a moment, and Haechan patiently waits, trying to control his own feelings.
“I guess it’s also my fault,” you say quietly.
Haechan looks at you. “I could’ve kept my distance from you and not gotten too attached, but… I got too involved. I even kissed you, and what’s worse, slept with you. I made that choice because I fell for you, but honestly, I hoped you felt the same, so I freaked out.”
“You fell for me?” Heechan’s eyes widen, and you do the same, both of you staring at each other in shock.
“I-I… damn, isn’t it obvious?!” You curse and suddenly yell at him.
“I don’t know! Don’t yell at me, I’m just shocked!” he shouts back.
“Wasn’t your plan to make me fall for you? So don’t be shocked and accept your win.”
“Actually, it was your plan to make me fall for you, and it worked, so just accept the consequences.”
You both fall silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.
“My god, we’re idiots,” you cover your face with your hands, and Haechan leans back against the seat.
“At least I know you like me, that’s all I need.”
You stop laughing, and he feels your gaze on him.
Haechan sits up straight, his eyes falling on your lips. You do the same, slowly leaning forward. He takes the initiative and kisses you. You grab his neck, pulling him closer. He hesitantly places his hands on your waist and back before you break away.
“Why are you so shy now?”
“I don’t know… It’s my first time kissing a girl I like after confessing to her.”
“But you’ve had so many girlfriends.”
“They didn’t mean anything to me.” He kisses you again, and you respond.
“Y/N. Can I be your boyfriend?”
“Haechan deleted all his posts!”
“What’s going on?” you asked Karina, and she showed you Haechan’s Instagram. Instead of his 23 posts, there was only one group photo with his friends. And he added one of your photos from your walk together.
You took Karina’s phone and blinked.
“I think the only answer is you,” Ningning answered with a sigh.
“Nonsense. Why would he do that for me?”
“I want only Y/N to watch me,” Chenle appeared and threw his arm over Ningning’s shoulder. She pinched him in the side, and he yelped.
“He said that, and you know, he had such lovesick eyes, it was even annoying.”
“Does it annoy you when your friend is happy?” Ningning asks.
“What? Of course not! Why are you all making me out to be a terrible person? I was just joking…” Chenle pouts, and you all laugh.
“You know, Nings, I knew from the beginning that something was off when you were telling information about Haechan’s friends and him.” You glance at her, and she blushes.
“I knew too! Who would’ve guessed that you’re Chenle’s girlfriend?” Karina supports you, but then Ningning exclaims.
“In my defense, I wasn’t his girlfriend yet! I even ignored him! He was just running after me around the university and telling me everything. But about the bet, he didn’t say a word!” She gives an accusing look to her boyfriend.
“Sorry, I couldn’t say anything! Especially to a near stranger.”
They stop, and Ningning hits him. You and Karina laugh, but then you hear someone’s voice.
“Y/N!” A person suddenly jumps on your back, and you realize it’s Haechan.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” he hugs you, and you sigh. Since you started dating, he hasn’t left your side. He literally follows you everywhere and always texts you. No one had ever seen this side of Haechan. He even started doing really well in studies and rose in the rankings, which amazed not only you and his friends but the entire university. He also became much closer with Jaemin again, even more than before. It made you happy to see the two your favourite people being together. He was still one of the most popular guys and in the spotlight, and after everyone found out that you two were back together, the rumors only grew. You became almost the most popular couple. But sometimes this brought problems. His fan girls would approach you and almost threaten you, but Haechan quickly found them and made sure they wouldn’t bother you again. And indeed, they stopped bothering you.
“Why did you delete all your posts?” Haechan tilts his head.
“Posts? Ah, why do I need them?”
“Um, I don’t know? You posted them before, so I thought they were important to you.”
“I posted them for attention, but now I don’t need that. Well, except from you, but I can just send you my photos privately. And it’s way better than Insta posts,” he winks at you, and you roll your eyes. You take his hand, and you both walk down the corridor. By now, you’re alone, since your friends went to their classes, and you two have a shared one.
“You know, I can’t believe I didn’t notice you before. It actually makes me angry,” Haechan says, and you smirk.
“You were obsessed with yourself.”
“No, I just hated that subject so much that I kept sleeping through it.”
“Yeah, and now you’re not sleeping, but staring at me.”
“How can I not look at the best and most beautiful girl in the world?”
“Okay, enough, this is getting too corny.”
“I don’t really care, you know.”
You sigh but laugh quietly. You reach the door, and he opens it for you, letting you pass.
“Oh my God, shut up,” you walk into the classroom, and Haechan smiles and follows you in.
You both won something better than the bet.
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