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Am I just complaining or do yall hate it when writers make y/n this dumb ditzy child like character. Unless that’s the goal and they say Bimbo! Reader then cool but if it’s not and it’s a regular fan fic why is she pouting/ crying over the most trivial things or acting insufferably ‘cutesy’…that irks my soul! You can make a character act cute without having them act like a child.
Like besides that the fic is good I just can’t make it through cause they’re acting like a literal toddler. 😭😭
(This is just my opinion don’t bust your brain trying to disagree with me 💀)
A/n: as someone who’s in school for sonography I don’t know SHIT abt surgeons, med students don’t come for me I tried to do my research 😭
It was four am and you had just arrived to work, you were already hearing whispers and gossip bouncing off the walls about some new surgeon the hospitals getting. So far you’ve heard he’s arrogant, and a complete nightmare but you rolled your eyes at the gossip. You don’t like judging people before meeting them and plus you’ve worked with difficult doctors before. How bad could he be?
After a long morning of catering to patients, it was finally lunchtime. You sat down, ready to enjoy your meal, when you caught a glimpse of him. His walk was mesmerizing; he was tall, muscular, with dark hair and green eyes. All the nurses’ jaws dropped as they laid eyes on him, and every preconceived notion about him vanished. Instead of avoiding him, they wanted to be near him, and honestly, you couldn’t deny he was a sight to see.
“I have been informed that you will be my preoperative nurse. I request that the operating room be prepared and sterilized thirty-five minutes prior to the scheduled surgery. Punctuality is appreciated in my presence.” You could feel what felt like a millions eyes on you in this moment. With a small nod confirming you heard him he made his way out of the cafeteria leaving you in utter shock.
No hi, hello, my name is, straight to the point, just rude.
Shaking off that odd interaction you went to take a bite of your lunch but instead Olivia crashed into the booth right beside you with a knowing grin on her face.
“So you nervous?” You shrugged trying to play it cool “it’s just another day at work liv.”
•••
The operating room was a symphony of controlled chaos—the steady hum of machines, the rustle of sterile scrubs, and the intense focus of a team trained to perform miracles under pressure. As Damian swept into the operating room, his crisp white coat and unwavering gaze silenced even the softest murmurs. Every movement he made was deliberate, his tone brisk yet undeniably authoritative. You braced yourself, expecting the dismissive arrogance you had experienced earlier. Instead, you noticed something different in the way his eyes lingered on the patient’s monitors—a quiet vigilance that betrayed genuine care.
The surgery continued with a series of precise commands. “Scalpel,” Damian’s clipped order resonated through the room. Your hands moved instinctively, passing him the instrument with a practiced ease. As your thoughts were running a mile a minute trying to figure him out an unexpected complication sent the patient’s vitals on a hazardous slide, which brought you out of your daze. The tension in the room spiked. Yet, rather than succumbing to panic, Damian’s focus sharpened. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in the determination of someone who understood that every second counted.
In that critical moment, as you quickly anticipated his next instruction, catching a glimpse of a side of him that no one had mentioned. His hand hovered over the monitor, recalibrating settings with a meticulous precision that spoke of countless hours spent mastering his craft. In a low, almost imperceptible murmur, “Every moment counts” The phrase, meant for no one but himself, struck something within you.
Once the storm had passed and the patient was stable, the operating room gently released its tension. The rush of the emergency faded into a tender tranquility. As you wandered into the serene corridors of the hospital, you saw Damian finally granting himself a moment of sincere recognition. “You managed that exceptionally well today,” he remarked, his voice tenderly revealing a warmth of gratitude beneath the surface of his composed demeanor.
Your eyes met his, and in that brief, charged moment, you saw the mask slip. “Thank you, Dr. Wayne,” you replied, your tone was warm yet laced with a light teasing. “I knew there was more to you than just a reputation for being impossible, but I can’t lie you almost had me this morning.”
A tiny smirk passed across his lips—a rare, nearly undetectable gesture that screamed volumes.
It’s the dead of winter in New Jersey, which brings cloudy dreary skies, snowy roads, and sickness. Everyone is either sick, passing on their cold, or trying to recover from one. This isn’t just limited to humans; it also affects everyone’s beloved pets. Over the past few weeks, the clinic has been flooded with domestic animals suffering from various types of colds, and today was no exception. But Dr. Damian, who was still at home, had full faith in your ability to manage his clinic in his absence.
“Y/n! Y/n! I need you to check in the lady with the German Shepherd. She’s been here for about an hour, and she’s getting antsy.” You quickly nodded as you handed the orange tabby over to another nurse. In exchange, she gave you the clipboard with the dog’s symptoms.
You flipped through the chart while briskly walking to the waiting area. “Eight weeks old… upset stomach… vomiting… refusing to eat… alright, got it.” You swing open the door, meeting multiple anxious eyes.
“Cinnamon?” Immediately, a woman not too much older looking than you stood up, cradling her puppy.
“That’s us! Oh, thank goodness I’ve been out here for ages!” She walks over to the threshold and hands over a very unwell-looking German Shepherd.
“Please take care of her.”
You gave her a reassuring smile. “Of course, ma’am. Don’t worry; she’s in great hands.”
While you examined her, she wasn’t as fussy or uncooperative as the other sick animals. She must be feeling terrible, you thought. After her examination, you found nothing out of the ordinary. Her urine test came back normal, showing no signs of any serious infection or problems. You mentally checked off a list of things you’d learned from Dr. Damian and decided to inject her with an anti-nausea medication. You watched her for about an extra thirty minutes to monitor for side effects. She seemed a bit perkier than before, so when you didn’t notice any, you added notes to her medical chart and carried her back to the lobby.
“Mrs. Camille?”
“Oh my baby, finally, how is she?”
“She’s showing slightly improved symptoms compared to before, but all her tests came back negative. For now, I recommend feeding her bland foods that are light and easy to digest. Also, you can increase her fiber intake to help her to have more frequent bowel movements.” The owner carefully reviewed the paper, scrutinizing every detail with a critical eye. It appeared that she had noticed a mistake, and her eyebrows furrowed in anger as she gripped the sheet tightly.
“You gave her anti-nausea medicine?! That will do nothing. She’s already had that, and it did not work! You are an incompetent, illiterate imbecile. You could’ve hurt my dog! What kind of clinic is this?! I demand to speak to the doctor!”
The volume of her voice rises, sharp with panic and anger, and the waiting room falls silent as heads turn toward the confrontation.
You were taken aback. You swallowed thickly, feeling heat rise up your neck, reaching your cheeks and ears. Tears threatening to spill, you stuttered out an apology, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
“Dr. Damian is on his way. I- I’ll let you know when he arrives.”
After the scolding you received, you returned to the chart and meticulously reviewed everything, searching for your error. An upset stomach, vomiting, refusal to eat, and— diarrhea!? You couldn’t believe you had overlooked such a crucial symptom. You felt foolish.
With no time to wallow in self-pity, another nurse entered the examination room, announcing his arrival. You wiped away your tears, cleared your throat, and braced yourself for another scolding. But this time, you didn’t receive it?
He came in, adjusting his white coat. “Nurse y/l/n, prepare examination room five. We have a sick German Shepherd.” You nodded, “Yes, sir.”
You hesitated on assisting him through another examination. You moved stiffly, more quietly, scared of making another mistake. Maybe the next mistake could cost you your career.
“Nurse y/l/n, is there something wrong? You are more quiet and reserved today?” You shook your head, no, continuing the procedure, too scared to raise your head to meet his piercing green eyes.
“You seem preoccupied, and I cannot have my staff distracted while taking care of sick patients. So, tell me now if something is going on. I can give you the rest of today and tomorrow off if needed.” You sighed, dropping the tools, and pondered whether to tell him or not. Taking a deep breath, you spilled about the humiliating event that unfolded just before he arrived.
Hearing what transpired, he fell into a deep, silent rage. His eyes narrowed as he proceeded to care for the furry creature.
“I will take care of this. Do not worry.”
After a successful, more thorough examination, Dr. Damian found the cause of the patient’s upset stomach. He corrected the notes in the chart and headed back out to the lobby with the puppy.
“Mrs. Camille, your dog’s examination is complete.” She jumped up, thanking him, muttering about there finally being a qualified doctor present.
“Excuse me, but I was told that you chastised my employee not too long ago. I can assure you that she is more than qualified to manage my veterinarian clinic in my absence. I have nothing but the best on my team. Mistakes do happen, and she sincerely apologizes. The medication she provided was harmless, and I understand you were upset. However, you had no right to disrespect her for it.” His voice was calm yet unyielding. You’ve never seen him like this before.
“My team works tirelessly to care for our patients. They are our number one concern, but no one in my clinic deserves to be spoken to with such distaste. We are human too. Treat us like so.”
The owner, still defensive, shifts uncomfortably under Dr. Damian’s measured gaze.
“Sh-she misdiagnosed my dog. How could I not be upset!”
“She technically didn’t. I reviewed the symptoms you mentioned. Yes, she did miss one, but while we were waiting for the fecal screening results, we noticed that Cinnamon has been consuming a significant amount of dairy recently. Did you happen to change her diet since your last visit?” He already knew the answer. He just wanted her to acknowledge it.
She was stumped as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I- I might’ve..”
“Mrs. Camille, you must inform us about this when bringing her in. Your dog is lactose intolerant. My nurse would have taken this into account if you had mentioned that you had changed the little one’s diet.” Overwhelmed with silence, her face burned with embarrassment, mirroring yours a few hours ago.
“I understand the error on her part, but your reaction has made me reconsider my decision. I regret to tell you that you are no longer welcome at my clinic. I hope you take better care of your puppy. Have a day you deserve, Mrs. Camille.” The owner left dumbfounded as if she couldn’t believe the news she had just heard.
For you, your chest felt like a weight had been lifted off of it. You felt like someone had your back for once. Dr. Damian turned to you, signaling to follow. He led you to his office and shut the door.
“Y/n, I understand I am strict with how I run my business, but if anyone and I mean anyone comes in here snd speaks to you like that— including the other vets you let me know immediately. Do not let one mistake waver your confidence” That was the first time he ever said your first name all you could do was nod and say “i understand .”
It was a comfortable silence between you two, and for a moment, there was what seemed like a look of protectiveness in his eye. It looked as if he had more to say, but someone burst through the door after a knock.
“Dr. Damian, room five and two is cleaned and ready for— oh! I’m so sorry, I did not mean to—“
“It is fine. We were just finishing up. I’ll be there soon.” The nurse nodded before leaving.
“Don’t ever be afraid to speak to me,” Dr. Damian said with a quick glance before opening the door for you to exit.
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[ While scrolling through your tiktok feed you’ve seen multiple videos of people asking their significant others to peel their orange for them, not because they’re incapable of doing it themselves but it was to see if they’d do it out of love for their partner. ]
Gojo ྀི
Gojo would instantly peel it.
"Babe?" You instantly hear foot steps rounding the corner from his home office. "Yeah, pretty girl?"
"Will you get me an orange off the counter?" He hums and walks over, taking one out of the dish, "Here you go, babe." You gaze down at the orange, then back up at him.
"Will you peel it for me please it?" You ask with a slight pout, and he nods without hesitation, bringing the orange back to the kitchen and returning with it peeled and cut onto a platter for you.
"Awee, babe, you didn't have to; I was testing you," you giggle, feeling awful. He shrugged, "Why test me? I would peel a hundred oranges for you if I had to."
“You’re the best boo” you cooed pinching his cheek.
Suguru ྀི
He’d peel it but he’d ask why just because he’s concerned.
“Babyyy,” You poked Geto with your toe while he sat across from you on the couch reading. He hums and begins to rub your calf up and down, "Would you please get an orange and peel it for me?" He looks up at you with curiosity, but then gets up to get you your orange. He brings you a peeled orange in a napkin and kisses your forehead.
"Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick? "You got a headache again?" You shook your head, hardly concealing a grin.
"I'm okay baby I just wanted to see if you'd peel it for me that's all" he glanced at you with a puzzled expression, "why wouldn't I it's just an orange."
"I don't know, it's just a silly test some women put on their lovers to see if they'll do it, and if they do, it means they love them." He gave you a blank stare for a second before shaking his head.
"Babe that's the most silliest thing I've ever heard."
You sighed "You risked getting orange peel under your fingernails to make me happy, since I didn't want to peel the orange and get my hands sticky and wet- It has a deeper meaning," you reasoned, attempting to convince him, but he merely let out an amused chuckle.
"Well if peeling oranges makes you happy then I'll do it everyday for you."
Nanami ྀི
Another one who’d peel it without you asking literally, but he also knew what you were up to.
"Sweetheart you mind handing me an orange off the counter?" You ask innocently while sitting on the couch watching television. Nanami agreed, began peeling your orange, and handed it to you.
"Here, pretty girl. I ahead and peeled it because I know you dislike having your nails filthy.” You accepted the orange with a smile and said thank you. Nanami was a compassionate man who would do anything to satisfy you and make your life simpler. If you're happy, he is happy. So you knew he'd peel an orange, you just wanted to have some fun.
"You know you're so such a wonderful boyfriend right?" You praised him while admiring his chiseled features, he blushed and smiled.
"Thank you baby, but you know you don't have to test my love with some silly orange peel theory?" Your lips fell immediately as you felt your ears begin to burn from embarrassment.
"How'd you know?!"
"You play your tiktoks insanely loud," he chuckled as you became flustered. "You know I give you anything you want, so stop with the silly games," he said, stroked your hair and kissed the top.
Sukuna ྀི
Come on…this man ain’t doing shit.
"Sukuna babe can you please get me an orange and peel it?" Sukuna looks at you, "What's wrong with you? Why can't you go get it yourself?"
You gave him a blank stare, not expecting that response.
"Because I want you to get it, I like it when you do stuff for me… please?" You bring out the puppy dog eyes.
"Woman, your legs aren't broken, go get it yourself," you scoff at his reply.
"Ugh you ass!"
"No not an ass just lazy, by the way while your up grab me one too." In your wrath, you tossed a cushion from your sofa at him, but he caught it before it hit his face.
“You lazy fuck!” You sat there with your arms crossed visibly upset, it was quiet for a while your dumb boyfriend watched TV.
“Fine! I’ll go get your stupid orange-“
“No I don’t want the orange you dummy I wanted to see if you’d get the orange without causing a problem it was a test and you clearly failed!”
“…so you don’t want the orange?” You let out a groan of annoyance getting up to leave the living room.
Heeseung wasn’t a stranger to dating outside of his race so he knew a thing or two about different hair textures. When you told him you couldn’t go out with him today because you were tending to your hair he agreed to come over and help you. You were a little hesitant to let him help but he insisted. So you taught him how to wash your hair, detangle it, deep condition it and oil your scalp. It was so relaxing to have someone do it for you for once, and he enjoyed taking care of his favorite person so it was a win win situation.
“That feels amazing” you smile while he massages oil into your scalp, “I pronounce you my personal hair care taker forever” he chuckled at his new title.
“I’m alright with that, you call me whenever you need your hair washed” he agreed leaving a kiss on your temple.
Jake ྀི
Jake wasn’t new to this he was true to this. He knew you were a professional procrastinator when it came to doing your hair. So he had your hair care products lined up in order ready to go. “Nooo jake I don’t wanna wash it today it’s too much wooork” you whined turning back over trying to immerse yourself back into your nap, but Jake wasn’t haven’t that. He gave you a smack on your bottom causing you to yelp and rub to sooth the pain.
“You said that three days ago, you know you have somewhere to be this weekend and I don’t wanna hear how your hair’s not done” you peaked an eye out of the covers glaring at him for calling you out. You wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t with his accent getting stronger as he scolded you. You groaned throwing your blanket off, “fine!”
An 45 minute of bending over the sink, neck cramps, and a soaked shirt later you were finally done. You sat between his legs like a kid sipping on your soda while he tried his best to detangle your hair, “ow….ow…OW! Gimme the brush!” You frowned turning to snatch the brush away from him. He curled up his lip with an attitude “it’s not my fault your what’d you say- tender headed?” The was the last day you let him play in your head.
Jay ྀི
Jay was fully aware Sundays were reserved for your self care days and as a someone who loved to keep himself in top tier condition he respected that. But for someone reason curiosity got the best of him today. He was just so curious to know how you always kept your hair so full and your curls so healthy, you treated your hair as if it was gold itself. You used the best products money could buy, spent hours putting in kinds of cream and oils in your hair, he wondered how it could be relaxing when your arms are constantly raised working in your head.
There was a faint knock on your beauty room door you, he hear a faint ‘come in’ and he entered. There you were scrolling on your phone with a cap over your head, you were surrounded by products, combs and various types of brushes, he was intrigued to know what they all were for.
“Need any help?” You raised your eyebrows in shock, that was the first time he asked you that.
“Um I’m about to rinse it out wanna help?” He nodded eagerly. After helping wash it out he insisted he could help with the rest and you let him.
“Can I please help with your hair from now on? It must be physically taxing to do it all on your own.”
“Of course you can baby.”
Sunghoon ྀི
Your hair was the first thing Sunghoon noticed about you. Obviously because it was different but undoubtedly very beautiful, the first thing that came out his mouth when he met you was “can I touch your hair?”
Crazy right?
After giving him an odd look he quickly realized how crazy he sounded and never asked again, well until today that is. You were taking down your hair getting ready for wash day when suddenly sunghoon appeared behind you he had that blank long stare he gave when he was deep in thought. (Yall know exactly what blank stare I’m referring to😭).
“May I help you handsome?” He blinked a few times before answering “I know you don’t like people in your hair but… can I help you today? You’re always tired after doing your hair and I wanna help take a load off” your heart could’ve burst any second, you were overwhelmed with joy.
“Of course you can!” After thirty minutes of videos and explaining he was ready to take on the challenge. And he did amazing!
“Is there anything you can’t do hoon?” You smiled admiring your curls in the mirror. He smirked at your praise puffing out his chest, “I guess I’m just perfect” you playfully smacked him in the chest causing it to deflate.
“Don’t get cocky.”
Sunoo ྀི
This man was the king went it came to anything pertaining to beauty. Skin care, nail care, body nutrients, and hair care, he knew it all. But there was one thing he couldn’t tackle until now. Curly hair. He knew no one that would willing let him play in their hair until now, today was the day you were doing your hair he prepared by watching YouTube videos, tiktoks and even stalked your Pinterest he prepared for this moment like it was the Olympics.
He lingered around your room acting as if he was busy trying to build up the courage to ask,
“Hey cutie?”
“Yes?”
“Would you mind teaching me how to care for your hair?” You turned around with the most excited grin.
“Of course I will!” Sunoo caught on extremely fast, so fast to the point you didn’t even have to help him you just sat there relaxing.
When he was finished he plopped beside you on the couch with a worn out look, “wow that was a lot of work.”
“I know, I don’t it every two weeks” you giggle.
Jungwon ྀི
This boy was lost the whole way through. He watched many videos on how to gently care for curly hair but in the end it wasn’t enough.
He was doing so well during the wash and conditioning but when it came to detangling poor thing was defeated halfway through and got the brush stuck in your curls. You had to take over and show him slowly how to not rip through hair or it’ll break off. After two more hours of working through your hair you finally fixed it and finished your routine. Afterwards Jungwon kept apologizing but you laughed it off telling him it was okay.
He’s learning and you weren’t mad at him, “baby I’m not angry I promise, taking care of natural hair is a lot trust me I know I had to won’t also because I wasn’t always natural” you kissed him in the cheek with a smile.
“Maybe next time.”
Niki ྀི
Niki wasn’t too much of a newbie when he asked to do your hair by himself. He’d always watch you silently when you dedicated a full day to doing your hair, and he even bought you some curly creams and new brushes when he thought you were running out or you tools were getting old.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” He rolled his eyes, “man I know what I’m doing hush woman.”
You cocked an eyebrow “man? Hush? WOMAN?”
“I mean- I meant I got it babe” he grinned nervously, “Mhhm.”
He took full control and started working through your hair himself. Washed, detangled the whole process until he was finished. He stood back with his arms crossed admiring his work with a grin, besides one mishap he did pretty good for a beginner.
“Told you I knew what I was doing.”
“Says the guy who got a comb stuck in my hair, I told you it was the wrong one-“
“Shhh shhh girl that’s over and done with, I fixed that mistake.” You rolled your eyes fighting back a smile, “whatever.”
Warning: swearing, reader gets embarrassed back to back
Jungwon was the cutest guy you ever laid eyes on. Soft, doe eyes, charming personality, great humor, and amazing at sports. But what really drew you in the most was his smile, oh his smile was a smile that belonged in movies. It was so perfect along with his deep dimple, this man was the embodiment of perfection for you. Too bad you never had the guts to go talk to him.
As you did your homework in the stands, you slyly watched him and his teammates kick around the soccer ball. Number 9 was his jersey number, your eyes followed him all the way across the field, swerving around his fellow friends and swiftly kicking the ball into the goal. Even though they were just practicing, he still gave it his all and he was so damn good at it. He was one of the best soccer players at the University.
“BOO!” You let out a blood-curdling scream, dropping all your notes and pens on the bleachers, causing everything to scatter. Your screams caused you to receive confused stares from the guys on the field and passing students.
“Hehe gotcha” the culprit jumped down from behind you and took a seat beside you. Of course, it was y/f/n.
“What the fuck did you do that for?!” You smacked her arm as hard as you could.
“OW damn I was messing with you, plus I wanted to see if you’d notice me sneaking up on you, which you didn’t” she stated matter-of-factly, “you were too focused on Juuungwon.” She teased, poking your sides. Your eyes widened as you attempted to shush her.
“Hush, what is your problem? Have you lost your mind?”
“No, but you have. I don’t understand why you won’t just go up and talk to him, he’s super sweet…and super single” y/f/n wiggled her eyebrows with an awful smirk. You groaned, ignoring her while getting up to retrieve your school work.
“I can’t, it’s embarrassing, what if he says no?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Oh please, that’s the worst he can say— SHIT DUCK!” Y/f/n ducked, but before you could react, all you felt was something strike you on the side of your face. It felt like a bouncy brick had smacked your face. Your glasses went flying, you lost your balance, and your eyes immediately started to well with tears.
“OWW!” was all you could scream, holding your face while scrambling to regain your balance.
“My apologies, I am incredibly sorry. We didn’t mean to hit you!” You attempted to find your glasses to see who was talking to you, but everything was blurry.
The blurry figure climbed the bleachers with haste, wanting to help you. “Again, I’m so sorry for my friend. He can’t kick to save his life.” He giggled, picking up your things and placing them where you were sitting.
“Let me help you with those.” He found your glasses and tweaked with them a little bit, trying to fix them and placed them on you. Feeling his fingers brush your cheeks made your skin heat up…or maybe it was from the injury you couldn’t tell.
“I hoped this helps. I’m Jungwon, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.
“Hi, I’m y/n.” He gave you a nervous smile, but it quickly faded when he made eye contact with you.
“Oh, you’re—“
“What?! Am I bleeding?!”
“No, you’re crying.” You wiped your eyes and cheeks, not even realizing. You watched guilt wash over his face. He was at a loss for words. He felt so bad.
“I-“
“JUNGWON COACH SAID HURRY BACK TO PRACTICE!” He looked around frantically for a bit before grabbing your notebook and scrambling something in it, then ran back down the bleachers.
You were still in shock from the whole situation. You didn’t even know what to say. You almost forgot y/f/n was next to you.
“Umm, I think we should take you to the nurse.”
•••
You sat in the campus infirmary room, feeling like a complete loser. You got smacked in the face with a damn soccer ball in front of the entire team.
“I hate you,” you said in utter disgust towards your best friend. Of course, you didn’t mean it, but right now you were angry.
She looked at you in complete shock, holding back a laugh. “What?! Why?! I told you to duck!” she rolled her eyes, muttering something about you having bad reflexes. You sighed, choosing to lay back down on the bed, still holding the ice pack on your face. Letting your body relax, you were beginning to slowly doze off when y/f/n hopped up out of her chair, causing the chair to screech across the floor.
“Ooh, I have to go. My film class is starting soon. I’ll call and check on you later. Love you bye!” With a pat on your head, she left in a hurry, leaving you here to sulk. Fifteen minutes gone by, and you heard the door jiggle and open. You sat up, thinking it was the nurse, but to your surprise, it was Jungwon?
“Uh, hey. I wanted to come check on you. Your friend told me where to find you.” You gave a tight-lipped smile, nervously looking around.
“So, how are you feeling?” You sighed, taking the ice pack off your face. Jungwon’s face twitched a bit. You knew it was bad, but damn.
“I-“
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” You pouted, covering the bruise again.
“No… no, it’s- okay, yeah, it’s bad, but on the bright side, you’re still cute.”
Cute? Did the Yang Jungwon call you cute?? Your stomach began to flutter and your palms became clammy. You were racking your brain for something to say, but you couldn’t form not even a sound. Jungwon must’ve seen your gears turning and chuckled.
“You likely assumed I never noticed you, but I do.” He gently moved your blanket and settled at the foot of the bed. “I notice you in History class when you color-code your notes or when you consistently lend my friend Jake a pencil every other day, only for him to forget to return it, and you never say anything because you’re too shy. And when you paint my jersey number on your face at all my games, I must say that it’s the most adorable thing you do.” The last one made your breath catch in your throat. Out of the entire stadium, he had noticed you with the little number nine drawn on your cheek.
“Wow, you— uh, you’re really observant, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “I only pay attention to the things that interest me.”
“Speaking of interest, would you…would you be interested in going on a date with me on Friday?”
“I would love to! I mean…yeah sure.”
Way to play it cool.
“Alright, I’ll see you then.” He gave you that cute, dimpled smile, took off, leaving you a giggly mess, but you giggled came to a haunt when he popped his head back in the door.
“Oh! By the way, I wrote my phone number in your notebook, the one that says, ‘ J & [name] text me later!’”
“Oh, fuck me” you whined, slumping down in the bed.
