10 reasons why I like love you - son dongpyo (teaser)
a/n: this was based on a cute request by @tracetogether-ottertaro! thank you so much for the cute request, I've done it here in this teaser hehe, but I just wanted to develop it into a full fic-
Pairing: dongpyo x reader
Genre: fluff, romance, best friends to lovers, summer camp au
Synopsis: as much as he hates to admit it, Dongpyo is, well – a chicken. All the while he’s had feelings for you, his seat partner and best friend since middle school, yet he’s never been able to have the courage to confess to you. When summer camp rolls around, his friends urge him to act on his feelings, and he comes up with a way to do that – collate memories from summer camp, pick out 10 reasons why he loves you, and put them in a slideshow just for you.
“Class!” Someone calls out from the front of the classroom, grabbing everyone’s attention. Pausing your conversation with your desk partner, Dongpyo, you whirl around, focusing your attention on the class chairperson, Yedam. “So I just went to the staffroom to call Mrs Park, and apparently she’s not in school today”.
As soon as he finishes, cheers rise up from all around the classroom, and some classmates even pump their fists into the air in jubilation, one of them being your best friend and partner – Dongpyo. You simply giggle at his childish antics, before gesturing for him to calm down and gently pushing him back into his seat.
“But!” Yedam adds, momentarily silencing the class. “She’s got work for us to do. For the next two periods, work on paper 2 from the 2014 TYS,” he continues, before returning to his seat, eliciting groans from the class.
“Noooo! I thought we’d have a free period. I don’t wanna do any work,” Dongpyo whines, slumping in his chair. “But old Mrs Park just HAD to assign work. Not just any work, the freaking TYS as well!” he adds, continuing his little rant.
You laugh at him again, before gently flicking his head and bringing out your own book. “C’mon, Pyo, it won’t be that bad,” you say, trying to convince him to get his work done as well. “If it helps you, I’ll do it with you”.
Dongpyo’s eyes light up, and in a second, his head is off the table. “Really?” he questions, eyes wide, and you respond with a nod. “OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU Y/N!” he almost yells, pulling out his own book faster than you can say ‘jackpot’.
Chuckling, you both get to work on the first comprehension passage, and before you know it you’re moving on to the second. “Wow, the survival manual wasn’t helping them, so they burnt it to make a fire in order to keep themselves warm? That’s actually smart!” you can’t help but comment as you read the passage, slightly impressed by the wits of the characters.
At your words, Dongpyo lets out a small scoff. “Yeah, unlike you”.
You gasp, pretending to be offended. “How dare you! More unlike you!” You fire back a playful insult, hitting him slightly on the shoulder.
“Nah. Unlike you,” he coolly says, smirking at you, obviously keen to continue the lighthearted argument.
“Unlike you”.
“No, unlike you!”
The back-and-forth continues for a while, until Dongpyo raises his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine!” he whines. “You win,” he says, lips pouting to form a duck face.
You can’t help but guffaw at his antics. “Really, you’re gonna surrender now?” you tease, picking up your pen again. “I thought you were much more resilient!” you chuckle, still teasing him.
“Whatever, let’s get back to this,” he says, laughing as he picks up his highlighter to continue annotating the passage as well.
However, as you turn to grab a sip of water, you miss the way he shoots you a soft gaze, dark eyes glowing with a hint of wistfulness. “You know, I gave up because…” the next part comes out in a whisper.
“I like you”.
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“Okay guys, what’s a nucleotide? I’m so lost!” Sunghoon questions, panicking as he stares quizzically at his own worksheet while twirling his pen in between his fingers.
Taehyun groans and looks at Sunghoon through the camera. “Please don’t tell me you slept in Mr Choo’s class again,” he says, looking expectantly at Sunghoon, who sheepishly nods, earning a facepalm from Taehyun.
“Well, Jisung fell asleep too, so you’re both in the same boat,” Yedam points out casually while still scribbling on his paper.
“Hey! Don’t expose me like that!” Jisung protests, snapping his head up as a blush rushes to his cheeks.
Yedam snickers, before helping both of the clueless biology students out. “A nucleotide is the basic building block of DNA. It consists of a phosphate group, a deoxyribose sugar, and a nitrogen-containing base – either adenine, cytosine, guanine or thymine,” he explains knowledgably, staring at the boys through the camera as he does so.
“Oh my gosh! Lifesaver! Thank you so much!” Jisung exclaims, rushing to fill in the answers on his worksheet.
“Gosh, if Yedam wasn’t in this group we’d be screwed,” Dongpyo chuckles, briefly looking up from his work.
“You bet. What would we do without our resident braincell?” Minhee giggles, and a good-natured groan is heard from Yedam’s end of the call as grunts of agreement rise up from the call.
Moments of silence are heard again as everyone is hard at work on their worksheets – but not for long. “Say, Dongpyo, you like y/n, don’t you?”
Taehyun’s question catches Dongpyo off-guard, who drops his correction tape in shock. “Wha-”
“Don’t act, Dongpyo. It’s clear as day,” Sunghoon adds, smirking at his friend.
“But how-”
“C’mon, it’s so obvious,” Minhee groans. “Number one, you’re always hanging out with her”.
“We’re friends. We’ve been friends since three years ago, would we not hang out?” Dongpyo tries his best to reason. However, inside, his heart rate goes up steadily, and he feels heat rush to his cheeks.
“Nah man, it’s not just that. You keep talking about her, and also, you remember every small thing about her. Like, I bet you’d even remember what she ate yesterday,” Sunghoon continues, gesturing with his pen along the way.
“As a matter of fact, I do. She ate a chicken burger,” Dongpyo casually replies.
“See? Also, I’ve caught you staring at her multiple times. What’s more, once you were staring at her and blushing,” Jisung teases with a smirk. “I even have photos as proof,” he adds, waving his phone in front of the screen tauntingly.
“HEY!” Dongpyo yells in protest, waving his hands in protest. “Don’t share them, for goodness’ sakes!”
Too late. His phone sounds with a “ding,” indicating a new notification, and sure enough, a photo from Jisung arrived in their Telegram chat. He can hear guffaws from the gather town chat, but his cheeks are burning way too much for him to notice.
“HAHA! He’s that much into her!” Minhee laughs, rocking back and forth in laughter.
“His face reminds me of my mom’s tomato plants,” Yedam notes, chuckling softly as he looks at the photo.
Dongpyo’s shoulders slump in defeat, knowing that his friends had busted him. “Okay, so I do like y/n,” he says, feigning nonchalance as he shrugs. “So?”
“You should confess!” Taehyun replies, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
Dongpyo’s eyes widen in horror. “I’m sorry what?” he splutters, almost spitting out the sip of water he had. “You want me to what?”
“Confess,” Yedam repeats Taehyun’s words, a grin resting on his face.
Dongpyo faltered as he faced his friends, all wearing the same grins as they egged him on to confess. “Guys, I really don’t know if this is a good idea at all – does she even like me back?”
“I mean, you never know if you don’t try,” Taehyun replies, trying to get his friend to go along with their suggestions. “For all you know, she might like you back!”
“How do I know you’re not lying?” Dongpyo asks, eyebrow raised in suspicion.
“Oh come on, Pyo, I’m your friend!” Taehyun whines, pouting. “I wouldn’t lie to you!”
Dongpyo raises his hands in surrender, trying to get his friends to quiet down. “Okay, so I’ve got to confess. But how?”
“Y/n loves genuinity, doesn’t she?” Taehyun points out, snapping his fingers, and Dongpyo swears that he can see the gears in his friend’s head begin to turn. “You could pick 10 reasons why you like her, and then put them into a slideshow and present it to her as you confess!” He suggests, grinning proudly at his own suggestion.
“Yeah, she’ll love that!” Jisung chimes in.
“I mean guys, I really do like her and all, and I’m quite sure there’s more than ten reasons why – but I don’t know how to put them into words,” Dongpyo confesses, resting his cheek on his palm. “I don’t think I can do that”.
“Aren’t you gonna be attending that summer camp with her?” Yedam asks gently.
“Yeah, what about it?” Dongpyo answers, still slumped on the table.
“The camp will allow you to spend more time with her. As you do so, you’ll get to know her better, and maybe that will help you put your thoughts into words better,” Yedam reasons, ever the logical one.
Dongpyo thinks his friend’s words over. The more he did so, the more they seemed to make sense. “You know what?” he asks, expression morphing into a thoughtful one. “You’re right. I’ll try that,” he decides, grinning. “Thanks a bunch, you guys. Maybe this won’t be too bad”.
“Let us know how it goes!” Minhee cheerfully replies.
With that, the boys go back to finishing their biology homework. In his heart, Dongpyo thanked heavens for summer camp – that way, he would be able to spend more time with you. Not that he wouldn’t be hanging out with you during the holidays, it’s just that the camp meant spending an extended period of time with you, which would give him plenty of time to create the slides and plan a confession.
And now, he had a new mission on – find a way to phrase out ten reasons why he likes you.
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[10.42am] boyfriend! dongpyo waits outside the door of your classroom, even though his class ended a little later than yours. even as all your friends stream out of the room, his searching eyes still can’t get a hold of you.
“hey i’m really not interested-” his ears perk up as he hears your voice waft from the lockers.
a frown creases his face as you sound subtly panicked in a way only he could decipher. dongpyo shuffles to the lockers, before he’s met with a sight which makes his blood boil.
the most notorious asshole off the football team is leaned over you, one hand on your right, pushing you against the locker. his cocky smile taunts you, who looks small and annoyed at the proximity.
“come on babe,” he tuts, “you know you could do so much better.”
“excuse me? i don’t see how you’re better for me-”
“i’m hot, he’s not. he looks like a freaking baby. we’d look so much better together, baby. i don’t know why you won’t give me a chance.”
“i’m not interested in you.”
at your words, the boy's face edged on anger. he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist against the locker door. “why won’t you just go out with me-”
“she said she’s not interested. get lost,” dongpyo said as he put himself between you and the jock, increasing the distance that made you so uncomfortable.
“excuse me?” the jock’s anger was on the rise as he treated dongpyo’s words like a blow to his dignity.
“stop asking her out. she already said no. being more of a jerk isn’t going to get you anywhere, so stop making her uncomfortable."
"and besides,” dongpyo hissed as he took your hand and pulled you away, “she only likes one of us.”
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a/n: short drabble!! bc there’s so little dongpyo fluff and i love him so much :( i love jealous! dongpyo :(
[14:21] a grin slides its way onto dongpyo’s face as you glance into the mirror, satisfied with the surprisingly beautiful outfit he’s picked out for you.
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“camp rock or high school musical?” best friend! dongpyo hummed from his place in front of the cabinet. “camp rock, everyone in that movie is annoying so we gotta clown them” you replied, sprawled out under the pillow fort that you had made. “you’re so mean” you heard a slight snigger come closer to you.
the pair of you had planned an impromptu throwback movie night. being 17 and at the prime of your teen years (being buried in exams), you thought it’d be good to reminisce over the good days. so there you were, situated on dongpyos living room floor. pillows were thrown carelessly around in an attempt to make a fort. after all, the more pillows, the more comfort. soon enough, all the pillows in his house was piled up around you.
“we forgot snacks!” dongpyo broke the momentary silence, in a panicked state, “help me make the popcorn, you know i always burn it”. popcorn was hard to make right — as if you succeeded better. “sweet or savoury?” you piped up. “cheese” he grinned cheekily. you hated cheese flavoured popcorn. it sounded and looked disgusting. cheese didn’t belong on popcorn and you lived by that. however, it was your best friends favourite snack, and you were always dragged down by him to consume it. “we go down together or not at all” he had pouted. at least you had the white chocolate chip cookies he bought for you (he hated white chocolate).
despite your obvious differences in movie snack choices, your friendship with the small boy had always prospered. he could read you like a fangirl in her feels. dongpyo was always there. although you weren’t the emotional type, he knew what do to, when to come over. even your star signs and personality types aligned.
“okaaaay i have the food, the drinks and your most ever favourite person!” dongpyo cheered. “let’s play the movie!” you dragged him down to sit on the throne of pillows.
“if i was a celebrity i’d never be that stuck up”,
“i could sing better than that”,
“do you want to hear me hit that high note? do you, do you, do you”
“dongpyo, shUT UP”
“okay”
after a while, only the tv could be heard, with the slight crunch of the snacks that you had now devoured.
synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?
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pairing: son dongpyo and y/n
a/n: a bit of cursing, so proceed with caution.
you twisted the bluetooth earpiece between your fingers, showing it to the rest of the crowd. and the slightly shorter boy stepped forward, with a nod and a curt grin. “that’s mine,” and seungwoo looks between the both of you before nodding to the boy, “dongpyo, fill her in, then come by my room, I have to give you some stuff. the rest of you can carry on.” seungwoo shot you one last glance before heading back to the hallway you originally came from. the rest of the guys went their separate ways, leaving you alone with dongpyo in the large living room. dongpyo’s attention was brought back to the small device, still in your hand. he walked up closer to you and held out his hand. you were confused, and this caused him to prompt, “my bluetooth?” realizing the situation you were in, your eyebrows shot up and you mumbled an apology and shoved the earpiece into his outstretched hand. “chill out there, buddy.” dongpyo smirks for the first time since you’ve met him (granted, you’ve not known the boy longer than an hour even, but still, he’s got a great smile). “come, you’ve chosen the most fun person on the team, be happy!” he motioned for you to follow him and so you walk up a set of stairs just at the end of one of the many hallways in the x1 mansion. once you reach the top, there’s a door. dongpyo opens the door and moves to the side, “after you,” you thank him quietly and walk in, and are immediately confused. you see all kinds of things in the room: apart from the traditional bed, bathroom and closet, there’s a table with all sorts of knick-knacks on it. a pair of glasses, a comb, a wig, and a few other things, but also a ton of thumbtacks, and a bulletin board sits just on the wall above the table, with tons of things pinned down to it. there’s a small bookshelf with binders, and on the topmost shelf are all sorts of passports. I wonder what he does, you think and you hear him laugh. “can’t you tell yet?” you shake your head, and dongpyo throws his back, snorting. “I’m a con artist, baby. the actor of the gang. think charles ponzi meets the spy kids. what I do around here is simple; whenever seungwoo hyung needs me to find out additional information about someone by going to their residence, I dress up and play the part. he needs me to play a smart college kid, I’ll be the smart college kid. he needs me to be an aspiring chef, I’ll be the aspiring chef. somehow I will find a way to get past security barriers and insert small things in the house, like a small voice bug or a camera. get it?” the only thing that leaves your mouth is, “this is fucking cool.” dongpyo’s eyebrows shot up, “you think so? of course, you do, this is the coolest job in the gang. anyway, as much as I would like to keep talking to you about the greatness that is my job, seungwoo hyung needs me, so I’ll be right back,” and he threw you a peace sign before exiting the room, leaving you standing in the mess. you began to examine dongpyo’s room, this time paying more attention to the details. the first thing your eyes go back to are the things he’s fixated onto his bulletin board. pictures of wealthy looking people, and it seemed that their information (business cards mainly) were also pinned down onto them. he’s crossed off some faces, and put small check marks on the cards, too. there’s some system he follows, and you find it fascinating.
then, your attention shifts to his bookshelf. on top of it are multiple passports, indicative of their various colors. you pick up the one most familiar to you and check inside. the pages are marked a bit, indicating that he has used this passport multiple times. you look through the other passports and notice that his name and details are different in each of them. what else is expected of a con artist, you think. then, there are small weapons like swiss knives and daggers, mainly. but something catches your eye that you failed to notice before. a photo frame was put down, and its exterior matched the color of the bookshelf. you picked it up and saw the picture it held; a little boy being hugged from behind by a woman, both smiling wide in the picture. they seemed to be at a park or something. “you still in here, y/n?” a voice calls from behind you and you frantically put the photo frame back where it was, your heartbeat accelerating in anxiety. “y-yeah, you have a lot of cool things in here,” you play with your hands, a habit of yours dongpyo would soon be familiar with. you turn back and face him, and he’s holding a sheet of paper and a USB drive in the other hand. “well, I’m glad you are because seungwoo hyung just gave me details on the next mission. I hope you’re good at acting.” you think back to a time in high school where you had to take theatre for your fine arts credit. “I mean, I took theatre in high school? that’s about all I have in terms of experience.” dongpyo snorts, “well, were you any good?” you smile broadly, and tell him that you did a short film for a major grade, it’s recorded and on youtube if he wants to check it out later. you give him the name and information about the video and he says, “I’ll watch this and let you know if you can pull off the mission. if not, I think you may need to choose someone else. if you can’t act, there’s not much you can do for me.” you nod in understanding and let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “alright, well I guess I’ll head over to my room, then. let me know, okay? I don’t wanna waste anyone’s time.” you tell him and you give him a small smile before leaving dongpyo. he finds your short film minutes later, scrolling through youtube for the exact name and publisher. he clicks on it and sits back in his desk chair. in the film, you were a student who liked a guy but kept it a secret, and your best friend ended up stealing him away from you. you also had a fatal illness and the film ultimately resulted in your death. dongpyo was hiccupping as the credits rolled on the screen. he froze and wipes his eyes violently. “ah shit, now what?” he mumbles and goes to wash his face. clearing his throat, he heads towards your room. he knocks and hears your response on the other side. you open the door to reveal a disheveled dongpyo and although you could tell he didn’t want you to notice, you can’t help but grin a little when you see his slightly tear-stained face. “I assume you’ve watched the film already.”
dongpyo goes red at this, and scoffs, “I don’t know why you’d think that, but on an unrelated note, what are you majoring in again?” your face falls a bit, “I was a political science major. until I was dragged here.” dongpyo lets out a sound in shock, “but you were so good! I watched the short film-stop laughing at me- and you were really good! I approve of your acting abilities, and you are now officially my partner in crime! or, well, this mission,” he rubs the back of his head. “so, what do I have to do?” dongpyo asks for permission to enter your room and plops himself onto your bed, sitting cross-legged and you stand in front of him. “well, for starters, how are you with handling fragile equipment? I know for a fact that you’ve never dealt with tiny cameras and stuff but that knowledge is kinda essential for this mission.” you shake your head, “I’ve never. I didn’t even know I would ever be in a situation like this, dongpyo. how would I even imagine how to handle tiny mics or cameras?” dongpyo’s hands go up in defense, “alright, jeez, don’t bite my head off. anywho, that’s not a problem, we have a few weeks till the actual mission so I’ll teach you how to use them. let me tell you about the mission: you know that there are 18 ministries in the korean government. well, the minister of employment and labor has been.. involved with some issues regarding employment in certain areas and basically we have an advantage over them if we succeed this mission because we’ll have proof of their wrongdoings. now the question will arise then: how do we do it? here’s where you come in.” your attention is completely captured now. “you and I need to pretend like we’re a young couple who’ve run away from home in order to stay together forever, you know all that cheesy shit. we’ll persuade him well enough and he’ll have to let us stay. we only need one night. I saw your acting and I think you have the potential, okay? so, you wanna do it?” it takes you a few minutes to process it all, come to a decision and then rethink your decision. your silence tells nothing to dongpyo so he feels himself deflate a little, and gets up. just as he reaches to open your door, your hand comes and grabs his forearm. he turns around, an incredulous look on his face and you breathe out, “I’ll do it.”
