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🍊 park sunghoon was always in your vicinity, whether you liked it or not. and you disliked it heavily.

because there was no logical way to explain his behaviour. he was nice to everyone, the kindest lad, the one grandmas would call a 'real gentleman'. he was always there with good advice, a helping hand, shoulder to cry on or a good joke to brighten up someone's sour mood. one time a totally random girl spilled her own drink all over sunghoon... and he just laughed it all off, as if nothing happened. he was the epitome of a good guy, the sunshine friend. but only if you weren't there.

you knew you weren't going crazy, but he sure was making you feel like you had lost your mind. you first saw it on a pretty winter day; park sunghoon, a friend of a friend more than anything else at that point. you bumped into each other on the bus, a few other friends of yours standing around you two. the floor was wet from dirty shoes, melted snow, so naturally you slipped at the first sharp turn. and he laughed, a dirty, sneaky little laugh that disappeared as soon as the others looked at him. that's exactly how he behaved when regarding you. he was mean towards you only when no one was looking, but if people were nearby, he was the bestest of your friends. it was weird and no one ever believed you when you repeated that sunghoon had to be evil ... or something along the lines of being a demon. because how could you call the cutest, nicest, most handsome guy something mean like that? no one had a reason to believe you that sunghoon was anything but kind. you must've been just seeing things, apparently.

unfortunately for you, the two of you had somehow found a job at the same juice stand in the mall. and worked similar hours, because of college classes. you had to see him - his evil, bitchy face - every other day for at least two hours when your shifts were after his. in the worst case, it was just you two for six hours in the small juice booth. and you'd have to listen to his snarky jokes, laughs at your expense; sometimes he would 'accidentally' hit you with a heavy container or make you spill the fresh juice you just made. or - worst of all - he would randomly throw the fruits instead of handing them to you like a normal human being, which often lead to them hitting you square in the stomach or chin, bruising you. he was so inconsiderate, behaving like that in a workplace, but the manager liked him, because pretty faces sold more stuff to customers.

"get two more and i'll put a discount in for you," was all park sunghoon needed to say and the people in line would probably order a thousand more smoothies just to see him smile. no surprise there: everyone liked him. everyone liked that tall freak, to your utmost annoyance.

🍊 you hated tuesdays the most. not mondays when your college classes ran basically from dusk till dawn; not sundays when weekend was coming to a sad end. no, tuesdays. you loathed them almost as much as park sunghoon himself. because you had a double shift at the small juice stand with him. from opening to closing, you had to suffer in the claustrophobic booth for ten whole hours (save for two fifteen minute lunch breaks, thank goodness). it was barely eleven in the morning, he came in late, saw you trying to make five mango-apple-celery smoothies and just laughed, handing you a bag full of oranges. "sorry, traffic. but i brought fresh ones."

the orange supplies were stacked for an entire week. you didn't react to his stupid smile - that evil grin, just handed him his uniform and put away the fresh oranges. halfway through the shift, the fruits somehow tumbled out of the stupid plastic bag and ended up scattered between your legs, in the midst of of that stupid juice booth. "oh my god-" you whined in shock, looking down to where sunghoon somehow - accidentally (mhm) stepped on one or two oranges and made a mess. light orange juice spilled everywhere, fruit pulp smeared uncomfortably underneath your white nikes and started to get sticky. it was such a mess.

sunghoon stood there with wide eyes for a hot second before shaking his head; brown locks following the move smoothly. "think i'm gonna go on my break now." and he just smiled, smirked even, gesturing to some rag with dragon fruits on it as if saying 'clean it up.' you were so frustrated that you couldn't just tell him to suck it ans lose this job, because it paid the best. you wished you could quit this idiotic juice stand, tell sunghoon to die in hell and never see him again. but no, he was everywhere in your life. your job, your college, your friend group. and he was such a huge piece of shit. he brought the oranges for no reason and then smashed them and made you clean it all by yourself on one of the busiest hours of the entire day.

"sunghoon— you brought them!" you huffed out, exuding annoyance so much that it scared some younger clients from ordering. you were on your knees, trying not to gag when you began picking up the smashed fruits, mopping up the orange juices from white tiles and trying to finish some orders all at once. "i don't have twelve hands!" to which he just laughed happily, wishing you good luck. fucking oranges. by the end of your shift, you couldn't stand the fruity, sweet-sour scent of them. just the sight alone, combined with your bad impressions of sunghoon were really making you feel nauseous. and that idiotic neon orange sign above your heads at the booth only added to your discomfort. if only your boss liked you, maybe you could have asked her to fire sunghoon.

no, instead he got titled 'worker of the month' and received some stupid badge with his name on it. and thankfully, a strawberry brooch. if it was an orange, you would have lost your mind at this point. and he accepted it with no problem! as if you hadn't been picking up after him at work constantly ...

"you can work harder and get one next month too." he smiled at you so innocently. but you saw, as always, the same devilish way he was smirking at you. he was going to be the death of you one day.

🍊 that's exactly how he was. he was so freaking mean for no reason. you didn't give him any good reasons to hate you, to be so harsh, inconsiderate, just ... such a dick to you. and in secret too! because on friday, you asked your best friend not to invite park sunghoon to her birthday party. and the drama it caused was unreal.

"y/n ... come on," she started out with a loud, deep sigh as if she was talking to an annoying child instead. "i don't know what your problem with sunghoon is, i like him- we all like him. it's just you getting a weird vibe from him."

"because he is being shady towards me! he literally throws fruits at me at work and didn't invite me to the last three hangouts-" you tried to argue, feeling fed up with everyone constantly looking at sunghoon like he was some angel. he wasn't! no, he was evil, but everyone thought that you were just weird for having some 'problems' with the guy everyone seemed to love.

"you're exaggerating for sure, and he told me that he had your number saved wrong." and just like that, all conversations regarding sunghoon's weird, bad behaviour towards you got shut down. just 'cause he was nice to everyone else besides you.

of course he was all smiles, hugs and kisses at the party too. as if to spite you, he made some fancy fruity drinks for everyone - excluding you. he was such a show off. who was he even trying to impress? "sorry y/n, thought you could make your own, right? since we're both working in a juice booth" he explained with a smile, handing you a grapefruit, juice squeezer and some leftover vodka. and everyone laughed, thinking he was making a friendly joke, some teasing jab at you. but you swore you nearly burst with anger right then and there.

"mm, i don't mix work with pleasure. i'll be fine with cranberry vodka." you bit back, watching his expression turn even more amused at your reaction. you saw the evil, devilish glint in his dark eyes and had the urge to throw this fucking juice squeezer right at his face, to break his long, pointy fangs that only heightened you in the thoughts that he was evil. some weird, freaky creature from another dimension - you wouldn't be surprised.

"suit yourself. i'll make sure to show you a few fun recipes for drinks at work on tuesday," he just kept adding, like it was physically impossible for him to shut up for once and not be a total jerk towards you. "i know a nice way to make orange sangria—"

"no oranges for me." you shook your head immediately. that word alone seemed to make you nauseous now.

"that's why you'll never be worker of the month. you gotta understand the oranges." sunghoon laughed, everyone followed suit like he just said something too funny. but it was mean, snarky in a way only you seemed to understand - he was a jerk. only to you, always just to you and no one saw that. 'understand the oranges' ... like he wasn't the one who stepped on oranges, smashed them with his shoes and left the juicy, wet pulp for you to clean up. he was so full of shit! if anything, he was the one who didn't understand them.

"oh, shut the—"

"y/n! come on," your friend quickly laughed it all off, covering your face before you could swear at sunghoon. "be normal." she scolded you in a friendly manner, but you knew that she was serious about that.

and you hated it. you hated this whole thing so much, because you genuinely liked him at first when you weren't aware of his inexplainable hatred towards you. you really didn't have a problem with park sunghoon joining your friend group first week of uni. he was tall, really handsome with brown, fluffy hair that fell over his eyes like it had been trained to do so while looking effortlessly cool. maybe you blushed when he first met you, maybe he also did.

but then he went and started shitting on you only when no one else was looking. it wasn't funny, teasing, friendly banter. he was just evil and you knew that. he behaved in a way that made you certain that he knew that you knew that he was being a bitch and only waited to see how long you'd last. or how long you could say bad things about you and your friends wouldn't stop inviting you, just because of your bad attitude. at work, he would constantly constantly throw fruits at you, laugh and scream "reflex, y/n!". on good days, they were small lemons or soft, ripe bananas. on bad days, hard oranges or big, heavy pomelos. it felt like getting hit with a freaking medicine ball in middle school's gym class. like you were taking a part in a fucking game of dodgeball at work. inside a claustrophobic juice booth! did park sunghoon know a way to get inside your memories and bring your childhood horrors to life? sure looked like it.

maybe he really was a vampire or something.

🍊 the worst day was probably the one only time you agreed to take a shift for another girl. she had to cram for an exam, okay, you understood, no problem. the problem started existing when you saw sunghoon already stand inside the juice bar in the middle of the mall, the stupid orange neon casting ugly, orange shaded of light over him, like a demon coming straight out of hell. you had shivers of fear, you really did, when he smiled at you.

"what a coincidence y/n, we're on the same shift again!" he laughed enthusiastically, juggling two oranges in his hands, throwing the fruits up - a threat towards you. he was picking the heavier, unripe one that would hurt the most when thrown straight at you with some devilish determination. you could sense the incoming danger.

"don't even start." you cut him off harshly, sulking at the thought of spending so many hours there with him. on your period too. your luck was unreal most days, but today ... all hell broke loose around the fourth hour of your shift.

you were just handing the customer a smoothie, strawberry and cherry, pretty basic but good. "have a good—"

"y/n, you forgot the orange!" sunghoon smiled at you, not thinking about his decision even for a single second more before throwing the fruit in your direction. you heard him and turned around purely out of reflex, only to be hit right in the stomach with that gigantic, too-ripe citrus that broke mid-smash. juice exploded everywhere on your white shirt, then fell to the floor in a huge... just a huge shit of almost rotten pulp while you doubled down in pain. as if your period cramps weren't already too much to handle, now he punched you with a hard ball of orange. "oh, woah—" he didn't know what to do now other than laugh and 'try' to apologise somehow, because the clients were looking at you two with mixed reactions. and you looked really funny, honestly. "come on, y/n—"

one second, that's all it took for you to shove him away, all while holding your aching stomach. and you didn't look down. you should have. but you didn't. the moment your foot stepped on the broken orange, sunghoon somehow stepped aside and evaded your flopping arms which sent you flying down straight onto the cold, wet, dirty tiles. your back hit the floor, somehow you grabbed onto a shelf - big mistake, because all blenders, fruits and other things fell right after you. you felt lightheaded with pain, shock and absolute fury at park sunghoon.

"sorry, y/n— she's just so clumsy." he quickly explained to the crowd that gathered around the booth at all sides to look down at you. sunghoon laughed it off as if nothing major happened. but the huge bruise on your stomach said otherwise, your clothes were orange-red-green and dirt coloured and you swore you felt your tampon fall out from the sudden movement ...

🍊 and that's exactly how you got sunghoon arrested. well, not really. the police officers just took him in their police car in handcuffs, so you could enjoy his miserable looking face through the tinted windows. he wasn't 'arrested' per say, not for anything serious - he didn't hit you with his hands or any weapons or assault you. but they had a policy to take every call seriously, and the crime scene looked suspicious. sunghoon stood there all pristine looking and gorgeous in all his clean glory, but your clothes were all dirty and wet, you were bruised and your jeans had a weird blood patch on the back ... they must've thought that he smashed your bones hard enough to cause blood loss. let them think that! you just enjoyed watching sunghoon getting taken away in handcuffs to a police car in front of so many people.

the officers just started asking questions, the lead being a stern looking woman and sunghoon just knew he was in the losing position against her. ovaries club or something. "why did she say that you keep acting inappropriately in your work place? i have it written down here that you, apparently, had been bullying her for months now and ... threw an orange at her, which lead to a bruise and a mild concussion."

"no— it's not true, i was in a rush and wanted to hand her the orange. i thought she had better reflexes!" he said with a pleading expression, begging the woman to just write it off as a friendly banter, a misunderstanding in work place and let him go. he couldn't possibly get arrested for throwing an orange at you. an orange. not even a freaking watermelon! "i swear, i thought that she would catch it—"

"tell me now, is it funny targeting girls? because they can't stand a chance against you, hm?"

"no! it wasn't anything like that!" he took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite feeling like that woman was targeting him now. he tried to run a hand through his bangs, but he had handcuffs blocking his movements. the woman refused to take them off, probably for her own sick amusement. "i just— someone told me that girls liked that. i didn't know she would call the cops on me and tell you some exaggerated things."

"... mr park." the police officer just let her hands hang loosely by her sides, her expression turning from professional to a one that made him feel even more stupid than before. she leaned down further, closer to him like she was conducting an interrogation with some mastermind criminal instead of a college student that worked in a juice booth in the middle of a mall. "i don't know one girl that would like getting fruits thrown at them! did you think that this behaviour would get you a date? was that it? or were you just having fun messing with an innocent girl?"

with a frustrated whine, he pulled on the handcuffs bounding his wrists together in his lap and relented. maybe obedience could get him out of this situation? that police officer woman sure seemed like she'd enjoy watching pretty boys in handcuffs. "i don't know. i'm sorry, i thought that we were just messing around. i thought she was playing hard to get or something ..."

"who told you that?"

"my friend ..." he looked away, feeling embarrassed to admit that in front of that grown woman, also a cop. his cheeks were red from both nervousness and frustration. "i'm really sorry. i will never do that again."

"of course you won't. you're lucky there were cameras to prove it an accident or else i would've made sure to lock you up, so you never bother innocent girls!"

sim jaeyun came out the corner looking rather startled, a little amused by seeing the park sunghoon in handcuffs. of course he was his one call. this motherfucker was the one who told sunghoon that girls like tough guys, nonchalant ones and that you were just playing hard to get. this stupid freaking idiot had him handcuffed at the police station ... it was all because of jaeyun. at least he paid the bail and showed up on time for once.

the car ride with jaeyun's sister was rather quiet. not one of them dared to speak. sunghoon was sitting in the back, staring out the window while adele played quietly on the radio and rain pattered outside, mirroring his own depressed mood. his forehead was resting against the cold window and it hit the glass whenever jaehyun's sister hit a curb - she couldn't drive for the life of her. sunghoon didn't let it ruin his moment though.

"so ..." jaeyun's sister started hesitantly, turning the radio off. being your friend, she sure thought that you were slowly going insane and wanted to imprison sunghoon for no reason other than some weird made up feud.

"no." jaeyun cut her off immediately, turning the radio on again and louder. "it's water under the bridge."

"don't quote adele." sunghoon sighed, rubbing his red, aching wrists. "it was your idea, idiot. it's all your fault."

"i didn't tell you to harass anyone!" jaeyun shook his head and hands at his friend, signaling to 'abort mission', 'stop talking' and drop the topic, because if his sister found out that he was giving out love advice, he'd be good as dead. but sunghoon, being himself, couldn't simply shut up and accept his fate of being an offender and stay in prison.

"what was who's idea?" she asked.

both jaeyun and sunghoon were done for. if getting questioned at a police station was bad, this was worse. jaeyun's sister sat them both in their living room, brought a bottle of water with spray cap on and demanded answers. everyone thought that you were viscous, holding a grudge towards park sunghoon for no normal reason. all of your friends thought of you as the crazy, bitchy one that was weird around him, the nicest guy ever 'just because.' but no. oh no. jaeyun's sister, being older just by a year, stood there shocked. then horrified. then laughed, but out of anger and not amusement. this was so bad. she needed to sit for a minute, then drink water, then sing a little song to calm herself down and now strangler her brother and his stupid friend.

"you thought being mean would get you a date? i ... don't even know what to say!"

"... tell me what to do, maybe?" sunghoon pleaded, a little embarrassed about his behaviour now that he was how it looked.

"i don't know if i can save the situation. y/n called the police on you, dude. that's... wow. i thought she was just being bitchy, but it was actually you." she laughed again, because this was all so strange and straight out of some idiotic rom-com.

🍊 but of course, jaeyun came to help once again. you had a huge bruise on the side of your stomach. all purple and tender, you needed to get sick leave from work and your boss was on the brink of firing both you and sunghoon. so wanting to redeem himself, the orange-throwing-guy begged her not to let you off. and he needed to do something more, something to win you over another way because being nonchalant surprisingly didn't work on you. you were not like other girls, in a bad way for park sunghoon's advances and flirts. jaeyun's sister didn't know how to help, because now you seemed to hate sunghoon entirely. no wonder, but this just pushed jaeyun to find even more fun and less smart solutions for his friend.

that's why one day, just after gym which meant 10:36 am, sunghoon stood in front of your dormitory door with a little something. he knocked and waited, but nothing. so he knocked again, three times now. and still nothing. he stood there like an idiot for ten minutes, waiting on you when suddenly the doors opened with a loud screech and you burst outside, clearly not having anticipated having a huge human blockage in the middle of your way. you barely had time to react before your notes fell down to the floor, to the same spot where sunghoon's stuff plopped. oranges. that idiot brought you fresh oranges to apologise, because he thought that it would be funny - that the two of you could laugh about the entire situation someday.

that day wasn't today. "fuuuuck—" you said flatly and he could feel and see you spiralling straight into anger instead of the calmness of a late morning.

"shit, sorry!" sunghoon kneeled down to grab your things, just as when you did and hit your forehead with his. not only were your notes covered in orange juice, smeared and wet, completely unreadable, but he also gave you another bruise. in the middle of your forehead formed a red bump. was he doing this intentionally? abusing you by 'accidents'?

"jesus, what is wrong with you? just leave me alone." you barely contained the anger filling your veins, your hands clenching to fists and your jaw set so tightly that it ached. you would've killed him, ripped the entirety of park sunghoon's body to shreds if you weren't so stressed about rewriting your ruined notes now.

"i— thought you liked oranges!" he tried to laugh it all off, but you walked past him quickly, your shoulder bumping into his harshly. you didn't like oranges now, they made you nauseous and brought you misfortune. or maybe that was just because of sunghoon.

he was at a loss now. what else was there to do? your boss made sure you never worked shifts together, you didn't want to hang out with anyone because after other people found out that you called the literal police on sunghoon after an accident at work - he threw a fruit at you and nearly killed you, they thought that you were insane. you were done with dealing with park sunghoon and his bullshit, and oranges. especially oranges. he made your life so much worse and harder than it needed to be, he must've been by someone who wanted you dead, because the amount of nerves you lost on him was abnormal.

he didn't know what to do about this situation now. you were clearly avoiding him, unfortunately there was no forced proximity that would make it easier for you two to talk and for you to notice how much he changed and how badly he regretted his stupid decisions. also, he couldn't come clean to all of your friends that he actually was being sneaky and mean on purpose to you. admitting his defeat and faults would make him the insane one and he obviously didn't want that. but then again, if every one of your mutual friends believed that you were crazy and hated sunghoon, then they weren't inviting you anywhere. and he needed you to show up somewhere so he could get on your good side.

but how? if you started hating oranges that easily, what would make you like sunghoon? would anything ever work?

🍊"that's the worst idea you've ever had." jaeyun sighed deeply, as if he couldn't even stomach the fact that he was helping his friend with this mess. because sunghoon found another idea to get you somewhere with him and apologise - or try to do something like that.

"shh, shut up shut up, she's coming." sunghoon said from behind the fake grass where they were both crouching down, hiding from view. "she's coming. go."

with a shove from his friend, jaeyun stood up awkwardly from behind their hideout and casually - not casually at all - walked up to the juice stand where you were currently getting ready for your shift. he swore park sunghoon underneath his breath for the last time before coming up to the bar. "hey y/n, two orange-kiwi smoothies, please."

"sure, coming right— hmm," you nodded, already reaching out for the fruits only to realise that there were none. kiwis - yes, oranges ... not one in sight. very strange. unusual even. just your luck. sunghoon mentally high fived himself and jaeyun still couldn't believe that he was partaking in something so fucking stupid. "i can offer you any other smoothies, seems like we're out of oranges for the moment."

that wasn't scripted. "mm, no— i mean, i'm really in the mood for orange. could you go get some from ... somewhere? the storeroom or something?" that was so stupid, even jaeyun realised how that sounded.

"seriously?" you looked at the boy before you, not believing that he would want an orange smoothie so bad when you were out of oranges.

"seriously, y/n." he nodded with a smile, trying to play it off as noncommittal as he could while being aware of sunghoon's eyes looking at him from between fake grass strands. you didn't think anything of it, that didn't ring any alarm bells. sometimes customers just really wanted something and you were there to sell that to them. work, whatever.

"wait a second then." with a heavy, heavy sigh you locked the booth and walked in the direction of the small storage room your juice stand had in the mall, with fruits and other necessary items stored. you opened the heavy doors and began looking for oranges ... oranges, oranges. there!

and a slam. you dropped the fruits immediately when you heard the heavy doors slam shut before you and turned around, expecting them to just have closed because of wind or the weight of them. but there you saw ... sunghoon. "what—"

"heeey y/n," he laughed awkwardly, shifting from one leg to another. his plan worked. jaeyun was on the opposite side of the door, closing them shut and all that was left to do was talk. but what was sunghoon supposed to say? he didn't know. he wasn't prepared for this plan to work so well.

"why are we here?"

"i ... need a minute of your time." he laughed. devilishly. surely he brought you here to sacrifice your body as a stupid lamb and eat it cooked with oranges.

"what the fuck, sunghoon?" you repeated, holding the oranges like weapons. your turn now.

"woah!" seeing the fighting stance you took on, he immediately put his hands up in surrender. the storeroom was a little dark, which gave off a romantic - creepy vibe. "drop the weapons."

"you didn't think of them as weapons when you threw them at me!"

"i— uhhh," you had a good point. great even, which left sunghoon speechless for a second. seeing his stupid face, you sighed and dropped the fruits. you weren't as childish as him to waste food and beat someone up with fruits, like some psycho. while you were putting them away and not looking at him, sunghoon used the half-dark lightning and your inattention to smear citrus juice into his eyes. jaeyun said that girls liked heartfelt, expressive and emotionally intelligent guys. "fuck—" that hurt. ooh, stung like a bitch.

"wh— are you crying?" you couldn't even grasp the situation you were in. he locked you in a storeroom and started crying? just what else did park sunghoon have up his sleeve, huh?

no. "yes." he nodded, trying to will more tears and some snot to come out to make it look believable. he ran hands through his hair to make it look messier and debated on whether or not to get on his knees right now. maybe yes.

you nearly stumbled over your own feet when park sunghoon started kneeling down on the dirty floor of a dark storeroom while crying all of a sudden. he must've lost his mind in the end, because this was insane. "sunghoon—"

"lemme talk. because i, park sunghoon, sincerely apologise for everything i've done. i didn't mean to almost-kill you with these oranges and joke about you never getting employee of the month. i'm very sorry, please forgive me and give me another chance. i'll never bring oranges into your vicinity, i swear." he pleaded, forcing more tears and if the lights were even a little better, you'd be able to see how fake this was and how little actual tears were coming.

but you were too busy feeling flabbergasted, shocked, a little agitated and unsure if you should call some mental institution to lock him up. you thought that he hated you, was the bane of your existence and wanted to see you fail, screw up, lose everything alongside your nerves and sanity. but there he was, apologising on his knees. why? why the fuck was he so weird?

"jesus, stand up. you're gonna get me in trouble—" you whined in frustration, trying to make this whole situation go away. why couldn't you just have one normal day anymore? you should've gotten a restraining order a long time ago, but you didn't and now you were here.

"no. forgive me first, please. i'll give you the employee of the month brooch, always make you smoothies and tell everyone that we had a misunderstanding and everything's fine! just give me another chance—" he fake sobbed, really trying to make at least one or two more tears roll down his cheeks to make himself look more pathetic. but of course he wasn't as devastated as he was trying to make himself look. your reflexes made it hard not to kick him square in the face when he crawled to you and grabbed your hands tightly. this was so weird! so weird.

"another chance for what?"

"for you to see that i like you!" and just then, before you had any chances to react to this sudden confession from his lips, the doors burst open and your boss walked inside.

of course this looked compromising. of course she would've thought that you left the juice stand alone and closed in the middle of your shift to fool around with sunghoon in the store room. and of course you lost your job. fuck, you were so mad that you just forgot about his confession and about the reason why he even locked you both there. you just lost the most paying job in the city, which had flexible hours and work days. all because of park sunghoon. so the devil struck again! he must've lied to get you there on purpose, so you'd lose your source of income and have to drop out, then become jobless and homeless. gosh, why was park sunghoon always one step ahead? well, that's what you thought when you bubble in your anger for an entire afternoon.

park sunghoon on the other hand was very surprised by his plan not working, and actually backfiring. he couldn't have anticipated that, and now needed another approach.

but if not 'nonchalant' or 'sensitive' guy, then what would work on you?

🍊apparently drunk guy worked.

it was friday and your university held a bonfire for exchange students. professors left early after opening the celebration, then came drinks and snacks. you came with a few girls from your year, but sat closer to the actual fire than where the others drank and danced. you were just making roasted marshmallows and sipping on your beer instead of slamming shots.

sunghoon noticed you. of course he would spot the one person that refused to wear an orange shirt with the school's logo. sad. he would've loved to make an orange joke right now. no! get a grip. he promised you no more oranges. but what else was there to talk about other than oranges? your only connection were oranges! stupid oranges. he would've started hating oranges if he didn't love them so much.

"miss orange," park sunghoon sat down next to you, nearly toppling the whole bench over because of his drunken weight.

"what?" you didn't even understand what he said, because he was so drunk, but it wasn't your name. that's when he realised that all he could think about were oranges!

"nothin'. just wanted to apologise for getting us fired." he willed himself to be a little more sober for the moment. well, he might've stolen some water bottle from someone to drink, but he wasn't sure. "i am very sorry, y/n."

"whatever, don't talk to me—" you grabbed your blanket and shifted away, but sunghoon wasn't having any of that.

"no, no! talk to me, don't not talk to me, understand?" he slurred out as if inspired all of a sudden, his fingers holding your mouth shut. "jaeyun told me that girls liked nonchalant guys, that's why i was so mean, well ... i wasn't mean, i thought i was funny. but maybe that wasn't funny. maybe all these poor oranges had feelings and felt even more pain than you did– oh god, i really should've been put in jail for my actions. you did a good job, conducting a citizen's arrest on me." you had no idea what he was talking about or how he knew these words in this state of near-blacking out, but he wouldn't let you get a word in. "please accept my apologies, and my money too. i really just wanted you to like me, but come to think of it ... i'm just an orange in a world of strawberries and berries, and ... and kiwis. you are a kiwi—"

"i'm allergic to kiwi."

"just lock me up right now." he whined like a child, feeling like this conversation wasn't leading anywhere. in sunghoon's head, this was such a perfect love confession. he felt like ... like someone out of bridgerton's or romeo and juliet, only in the world of ... maybe sausage party? was there a tv show with talking fruits? there should've been.

to you, this was another manifestation of sunghoon being some kind of an alien or something out of this world, because no one else on this planet was as unhinged as this guy. you sat in silence for a few more minutes, he let go of your face to instead stare into the fire with a blank face. his thoughts were coming together really slow, but what he knew was that this wasn't working, because you weren't kissing him yet. how could you not like his amazing poetry like confession? sheesh, you surely weren't like other women.

another shot of vodka and smoked marshmallow picked up the ground seemed to spike his spirits again and he suddenly had a moment of clarity in his drunkenness.

"i like you. i don't know what was wrong with me, but i'm sorry. i didn't know how to approach you like a normal human being, because you really intimidate me and i wanted it to be the other way around. so i do apologise for everything, i shouldn't have been such a jerk and everything." a word-vomit came out and he felt pretty proud of himself for it. "i understand if you don't want anything to do with me, but i'd appreciate a second chance and i promise to be myself. so? let me take you out?"

"uh, sunghoon—" your expression varied on being irritated and confused. you spent months feeling like sunghoon had some personal vendetta against you; he left you out, purposely made everyone dislike you and cost you your job, also made that job harder and assaulted you with fruits. and now he was confessing? that somehow made you even angrier. at himself, yourself. you liked him at the beginning, because he was pretty handsome, all boyish and quirky whenever you saw him interacting with other people, but he turned out to be a huge jerk and mean asshole, some sort of a hellish being. so what the fuck was this? were you supposed to just forget about your feelings and everything that happened and take him up on that offer? was it the fact that even after everything, you still found him cute? messy hair, pinky cheeks and glossed eyes from alcohol, sitting there in bonfire's glow all perfectly while you were having a mental breakdown inside your head. "is that a joke?"

but he couldn't really answer you anymore, 'cause after his brief moment of god's enlightenment came nausea. and he puked all over the grass behind your bench. amazing. you handed him the same water bottle he brought out of somewhere and tried to get your blanket out of his arms, so he wouldn't throw up all over it. "drink some water—"

"want an orange," he coughed, trying not to choke as he heaved between waves of vomit. this was stupid. he knew. he knew that it was. that he probably looked like a huge idiot in front of you now, that you didn't believe him at all, because he was a jerk previously and still couldn't behave properly around you.

"oh my god..."

if that's how it would always be with park sunghoon, you weren't sure if you hated oranges or him more. he and his stupid obsession with oranges.

maybe you should start liking them ...