#seungmin is plotting

"Don't blame me, blame him for catching a cold. If you were such a good friend you would've sat at home to take care of him." Seungmin teases with a shrug, his girlfriend smacking his arm, earning a small scoff from the older.

"And miss out on third wheeling you guys? No way!" You reply with fake excitement, adjusting your gloves, already feeling too overwhelmed for your own good. "Aren't you supposed to take care of your injury instead of teaching me? You can't even ski right now." 

"Hey!" The blonde exclaims offended, turning to your friend to gear her up as well. "I can ski if I'm careful. I sprained my ankle, didn't break my leg." Seungmin argue with a roll of his eyes, patting the helmet on your friend's head. "It's not like I need to do much, just teach you how to not fall on your ass."

"No it's fine, I'll just pray to God I don't break something...and that I end up being better than her." You point to your friend squinting as she lets out a small snicker at the over confidence. 

"Okay, first and most important thing, don't overdo it. We're on the beginner slope but If you think it's too high for you we go on plain land. I would like to think I don't have to say this but I will regardless so...Whatever you do don't even THINK about doing anything without supervision. We don't want any deaths." Seungmin explains seriously while pointing to you two, before going over the basics.

After a series of curses and constant falls that probably bruised you in places you didn't even know you could get bruised, you finally got the hang of it (kinda) and was able to slide down the beginner slope. Sure, you had to throw yourself to the side with a pained yelp to stop before running over a give year old but...a win is a win, right? 

The second day, after  not seeing any improvement in your skiing, you made the most logical decision to switch to snowboarding. After all, if you're not good at one, that can only mean you're probably incredibly good at the other. Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly and sighed in resignation when you made the responsible financial decision to not only rent a board but straight-up buy it since "Pft, I can skateboard, how difficult can this be?" but agreed to teach you.

Turns out, it was in fact, very extremely frustratingly difficult. If on skis you couldn't bend your knees the right way, on the snowboard you couldn't even keep your balance for more than five seconds. "How come you know how to snowboard too? Is this like the snow equivalent of guitarists knowing how to play bass?" You frown, arms violently flopping around as you try to maintain your balance.

"I have a good friend that's a pro, he taught me." The blonde smiles warmly, holding his girlfriend's waist as he corrects her posture. "We actually met on this slope a few years ago."

Your friend, turns out, was actually pretty good at snowboarding, so you were now even more motivated to get good at it and soon. You two were more than comfortable on the small slope but seeing Seungmin longingly stare at the professional one made your hearts ache so, against better judgement, you agree to go with him and so he can get it out of his system. 

You both insisted that it's a bad idea because his injury, although not serious, wasn't fully healed but after a few emotional manipulation tactics you found yourselves on top of the professional slope.

"Be careful?" Your friend smiles worriedly, cupping her boyfriend's face, only to earn a cocky scoff after he gets on his board. A small punch on his arm and a quick peck on his lips later, Seungmin goes down the slope happily, and you can't help but stare at the two, soft smile on your lips.

They made sense. Ever since they first met, everyone knew they will eventually get together. It was the type of relationship that made people turn their heads and sigh dreamily. Sometimes you wondered, if you'd ever get to experience something like that. 

Seeing Seungmin so confident in how badly you'll do only made you want to prove him wrong and brag about how dramatic he is. "Do you wanna try?" You ask your friend after the blonde reaches the bottom and signals you that he'll go grab some food, disappearing from your sight.

"Here? You're insane, what if we die??" She asks with wide eyes, but you can tell that deep down she wants to try just to impress her boyfriend and maybe brag about how it wasn't even that big of a deal because if there's one person in this world that's more stubborn than you, it's her.

"But if we don't and we get to make fun of him for thinking it's harder than it was??" You argue teasingly, and when she lets out a resigned sigh you know you convinced her.

"Alright, but we have to hurry before he comes back." The other nods, putting her glasses on and making a small cross sign, just in case. "On three." You both count down and slide down with a speed neither of you were ready for.

Saying that Seungmin was terribly horribly wrong about how hard and complicated it is to get the hang of it is an understatement because although your friend fell in a few seconds, you somehow are still on the board, going at an ungodly speed with no idea of how to stop.

Telling yourself you were just that good at it instead of admitting that you might die in about thirty seconds sounded better so, although you could throw yourself onto the ground to not crash onto the person in front of you, you don't. There's no time to think, let alone react, so here you are, crashing full speed into this stranger.

The man lets out a pained grunt rolling around with you, arms wrapped around your waist on instinct when you fall on top of him. "What the fuck-" He groans, with a cough, red jacket covered in snow as you look at him mortified.

After taking your glasses and scarf off, you clumsily get up, stretching your hand out for him. "Oh my god I'm so sorry i-" He doesn't take your hand, too busy mumbling and scoffing as he gets up on his own and brushes the snow off his body anoyedly. When he takes his helmet and glasses off with a wince, you widen your eyes even more. "Jungsu??" 

"Ye-what are you doing here?" He starts, patting away his jacket, stopping in his tracks when his eyes fall on you.

It's not that you and Jungsu hated each other, it's just that you had well…different opinions. He preferred mountains, you preferred the sea. He liked white chocolate, you thought it was the worst invention the nature came up with besides dolphins. Small differences wouldn't even be that big of a deal but he also just so happened to be the one to take your spot as the best student in your English class which you very much did not appreciate. 

All of that considered, it's safe to say that you crashing into him of all people, was the worst possible outcome of your stupid idea. Even worse than crashing on a rock and breaking your neck, actually.

"I'm on a trip with my friends, i- are you okay??" You ask worriedly, because against your deep dislike of him, the last thing you needed was him filing a police report against you. Jungsu, however, simply takes the two pieces of board in his hand, wiggling them in front of you with an irritated glare.

"I am, but she's dead." He notes, a smile involuntarily creeping up on his face as he chuckles. "You never really struck me as a professional snowboarder type." He teases, glancing down at the board still securely clipped on your feet before turning around and starting to walk back up.

"Well about that…" You say in a small voice. "Wait! Uh- can you…" You raise your voice a little, making him turn his head back, looking at you confused. You look down at your board and shoes, and he immediately gets the hint, shaking his head, coughing to hide a smile. 

"And why would I help you?" The taller hums, staring down at you, amused at the pleading whines escaping your lips."Did your instructor never tell you not to go down a professional slope as a beginner?" He judges, squatting down to unlock your board from your shoes. Now, you don't specifically like Jungsu, but you'd lie if you said your heart didn't do a small jump when he looked up at you while asking the question. 

"He kinda doesn't know…" You purse your lips, thanking him before grabbing the board and walking alongside him. "Wait, aren't the cabins the other way?"

"No one takes the cabins to go to the top, you just walk back up. You can go take one if you want though, since you suck ass at this." He shrugs, making you grumble something about him being a horrible human being, before rushing up to catch up to him.

"I'm sorry about the board... I didn't do it on purpose." You purse your lips, the older tilting his head towards you with a raised eyebrow. "What? I'm serious!" You try to defend yourself, struggling to hold your board under your arm with all the layers you're currently wearing. "Are you alright though?" You ask slightly worried, making the boy next to you let out an amused scoff, taking the board from under your arm and carrying it. 

"Yeah, you suck at snowboarding but at least it was a good fall and we didn't break any bones, huh?" You stare at him for a second, taken aback by the action, clearing your throat and looking in front of you again, when you hear him sigh dramatically. "Unless you were planning on killing me with the crash as revenge for me getting a bigger grade on our project together last week, to which I say you failed to do some real harm."

You roll your eyes with a small smile at the familiar banter, kicking some snow into his direction. "If I wanted to do some real damage I would've done so."

The thing about you and Jungsu was that although you didn't exactly get along, being with him never felt awkward. It felt familiar. For some strange reason, it felt safe. No matter how much you two butted heads over assignments or whether pineapple on pizza was an abomination or not, at the end of the day, he was still the one to sneak a chocolate bar to you during a long conference when you got dizzy from a sugar level drop.

"I don't doubt it, fucking snowboard terminator 3000." Jungsu scoffs amused, annoyance from before completely forgotten when he sees your offended face, groaning and pushing back after he almost falls from you hitting his arm.

You go back and forth for a few seconds, silence falling over, until you speak up. "I'm really sorry, you know, I can pay you back or like get you a new one!" You offer, the man looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

"So you have 1,500 bucks on hand?" Jungsu asks, stopping in his tracks to stare at you unimpressed, and you choke on your own spit. 

"You're bullshitting." You say, mouth agape. The older however, simply shrugs, flicking your forehead before pointing out there's a reason he's on the professional slope, unlike you.

You let out a defeated groan, thinking about how many days you can go without food or water to pay him back as soon as possible so he won't hold it against you, the way you know he will.

The taller one looks at you amused, and you try your best to not stare at Jungsu's rosy cheeks or the way his big hands hold onto the boards. Now, you disliked him, yes, but, he was admittedly one of the most gorgeous people you've ever seen and that only added to the overall annoyance. Pretty much everyone in your friend group has teased you multiple times about liking him because apparently it is NOT normal to find the café he works at just to be absolutely annoying and ask for overly complicated drinks every single day just to piss him off. 

You wouldn't admit it out loud even if there was a gun pointed to your head, but deep down you knew that if you were to ever lose what you two have you'd lose your mind. Bickering with Jungsu was what kept you sane during exam season and you started to accept that maybe a part of you simply hated him because he was everything you liked in a guy and he just so happened to be the one person that couldn't stand you. Whatever, it's not like he'd ever even look at you, especially not now when you broke his concerningly expensive board. 

When you finally reach the top of the slope again, you find your friend and Seungmin talking worriedly. You get pulled into a tight hug by your friend as the other stares at you unimpressed, standing with his arms crossed.

"I thought we agreed on no accidental deaths." Seungmin squints, but before you could reply, a cocky voice comes from behind you.

"I was the one about to accidentally die, she fell on me." Jungsu bites, and Seungmin's expression instantly lights up upon seeing his friend. 

"You didn't tell me you're gonna be around!" He grins after dabbing the other up, your friend sharing a look with you, letting out a small noise after you pinch her arm as a response to her knowing smile.

"Are you kidding me? It's competition season. 'course I'm around, I've got one in a week. Are you gonna stick around to watch a real pro?" Jungsu smirks, making the other man roll his eyes with a smile.

"The only reason you're gonna win is because I don't wanna go pro with snowboarding." Seungmin argues, the both of them somehow completely forgetting you and your friend are even around.

"No, the reason I'll win is because I'm the best around. And you can't go pro with snowboarding because you suck." The older man says jokingly, kicking some snow on his friend's legs. 

"Wait- competition season??" You ask confused, looking at the blonde, turning your head to your friend, scoffing betrayed. "You mean this was a snowboarding competition type trip? Not a friendship fun bucket list type trip??"

"Well, not exactly! The dates just overlapped!" Your friend raises her hands in defense, wincing when she sees your unimpressed stare.

"Yea, technically it's NOT a snowboarding competition trip!" Seungmin defends himself before continuing. "It's a ski trip that just so happened to have a snowboarding competition scheduled to which we conveniently have tickets for." He explains quickly in one breath, hiding behind Jungsu when you move towards him threateningly.

Jungsu snickers looking down at you amused with a tilt of his head. Asshole. You squint at him, pointing a finger to his chest, poking it. "Don't you have some snowboarding to do?" 

"Oh I do, too bad my *board is broken*." Jungsu argues, dropping your board down just to hold the two pieces of his broken one in front of you and wiggling it once again. "You still need to pay me back for it." 

"Well I can't pay you back *now*!" You groan, picking up your board with a scoff. "Here, you can have mine." You say, shrugging, which earns you an unimpressed look from the black haired man. 

"This board is for beginners. As in children." He scrunches his nose, the both of you now arguing back and forth, making both of your*fake* friends snicker. 

"Okay you guys, we need to go back since we forgot to-" Seungmin starts, taking a step to the side from behind Jungsu, signaling to your friend while mouthing something you can't decipher.

"Yeah that thing!" His girlfriend nods quickly, walking with him while waving to you two. "You know where the hotel is, right? Yep- Okay, yeah- see you later!" They hurriedly say their goodbyes before leaving you in the middle of the snow, alone, with Jungsu. 

The two of you blink at them perplexed, standing quietly and looking at the couple walking away while giggling together. Now that you get to really take a look around, you two seem to be the only ones on the slope. It was night, it was cold, and you really wanted some hot chocolate. You and Jungsu look at each other for a split second before letting out a scoff, starting to walk towards the coffee shop near the slope. 

You hear the rustling sound of Jungsu's clothes from behind you, and you figured that he would eventually go away but after ten minutes or so of walking and his presence still very much intoxicating the air around you with his cheap perfume, you turn around with a full stop. "Why are you following me?" You ask, the man's eyebrows scrunching.

"The nerve..." He scoffs annoyedly, poking the inside of his cheek as he points to the café behind you. "Why I-I work here! Why are *you* following *me*?" He asks making his way towards the door, making sure to let it almost hit you after he walks in.

You let out a small curse barely dodging the door and get inside, taking off your helmet and scarf. You make your way to a table near the window, looking around the empty café as Jungsu says goodbye to the other bartender and takes his place. "I want a mug of hot chocolate. I was hoping to catch the competent bartender, but since I'm left with no other choice..." You smile sarcastically.

He returns the smile, breathing through his nose once then going to the back and taking off his gear. When he comes back, you try to ignore the lump in your throat. The older is wearing a black hoodie under his apron, his black hair somehow still sitting perfectly parted and his sleeves rolled up, showing a single silver bracelet matching his rings. Annoying.

He makes sure to take his time preparing your hot chocolate, attending about three people before he even starts heating your chocolate, because of course he makes sure to drag this on for as long as possible. After all, what are you going to do? Complain? Make his job easier by going home? Pft, as if. You know the mind games he's trying to play, and that's exactly why you refuse to let him win. So, instead of letting your annoyance shine through, you scroll on your phone mindlessly as you wait for your order. He comes to your table after about twenty minutes, placing the hot chocolate in front of you. The white hot chocolate.

"What is this?" You ask, blinking a few times upon seeing the color, raising your head to see an innocent smile plastered on his stupid face. You look around, biting your lip and letting out a small shaky breath with your eyes closed as you try to keep your composure, the other pursing his lips into an amused pout.

Jungsu licks his lips, instantly changing his expression as he leans down, lightly brushing his thumb and index over your chin. "Our special hot chocolate. For a special girl." He smiles sweetly, sitting up straight before pushing the ticket towards you, dropping his smile. "That'll be 4,67." He rasps seriously, and you just about cough at the price.

"Does it come with a full meal???" You stare down at the mug, straw moving the marshmallows around carefully as you inspect the drink.

"Well, it's special, hence the name. You didn't specify the type you wanted…" He sighs, shaking his head in fake disappointment while taking your money. "So I took a few creative liberties. Oh, unless…you don't like white chocolate?" 

You strangle him mentally. Fucker. Now that you think of it. maybe you actually wouldn't mind taking a break from Jungsu and living a peaceful life without having someone constantly trying to push your buttons...and succeeding.

"Ah, I see. How sweet of you." You grit your teeth, looking him dead in the eyes as you sip onto the drink because you refuse to let him think he's got the upper hand, the man licking his lips amused with a hum, giving you a quick wink before walking behind the counter and writing the register. You take a small breath and take a sip, nearly gagging at the taste. You think you hear Jungsu let out a small chuckle as he's rearranging pastries, which only motivates you to keep drinking.

After a while, the clients are all gone and you're once again left with Jungsu. You could've left too but you still had half of it filling the mug, the melted whipped cream staring at you mockingly. First you almost die, then you break this asshole's board and now you're stuck with him in a café trying not to stare at the way the veins on his hands pop out when he cleans the counter. This really isn't your day. 

You sigh as you look at the drink sitting in front of you, and against your determination you decide to give up on it and let Jungsu have the win, wrapping the scarf around your neck tiredly. Jungsu spent the past half hour burning, hitting and injuring himself, too busy staring at you to be careful when cleaning the milk frother.

However, before you could get up, a mug of dark hot chocolate with whipped cream and mushrooms got placed in front of you. Your hands freeze on your gloves and look up from your table, only to be met with Jungsu's softened expression. "You looked like you were about to get food poisoning. Or kill yourself. Actually, both." He whispers, clearing his throat when he catches himself smiling, before continuing. "Which I wouldn't mind, just not on my shift." 

You let out a small hum, lips curling upwards and thanking him as Jungsu's cheeks heat up. From the hard labor he's been doing, obviously. "Why're you working if you have a competition in a week? Shouldn't you focus on that?" You ask out of curiosity after he tells you to hurry up with your drink because he has to close soon.

He doesn't seem to mind the small talk, but really, he never does. People know Jungsu to be one to prefer listening rather than talking, but he's the one that two weeks ago made the two of you be late to a presentation because he wouldn't shut up about this one new annoying substitute teacher while you were trying to write an essay next to him.

"Well, I have to somehow pay for my stance here, don't I? The sports pass covers a lot of the expenses, but the coffee shop covers my food and room. The hotel's a fancy one." He explains, walking towards you, taking the white chocolate mug from the table and finishing it in one go. 

"Didn't you have a house here?" You ask confused, looking at the way his Adam's apple moves as he drinks before clearing your throat and looking around the shop. 

"My uncle has a house here. Not me." Jungsu clarifies, grabbing the two empty mugs and heading towards the counter with you following close behind. 

"What if I take your shifts until you finish with the competition?" You call out as the other washes the remaining dishes, wiping his hands on a towel with an intrigued expression once he's back. "As payback, for your board. At least some of it. That way you'll have more time to focus on that."

He seems to think about it for a few seconds, but leaves to the back without an answer, coming back with his apron off and keys in his hand. "I don't trust you with my job. You're probably gonna get me fired." He says simply, putting his backpack over his shoulder and making his way towards the door. 

You groan walking behind him, not noticing the glint in his eyes when you get closer to him as you try to convince him. "I have experience. Actually, I'll probably do a better job than you. C'mon, it's a win-win." You argue, the black haired boy rolling his eyes at your arguments, stepping outside with you, turning to lock the entrance. 

Jungsu checks the lock twice, looking at you for a few moments, chuckling to himself when you clasp your hands together pleadingly, before pulling a piece of paper out of his backpack. "I'll stick around for two more shifts to give you the newbie training." He says, grabbing your hand to place the paper with his schedule in it, and you find yourself staring at his red knuckles, getting dizzy at the size difference. 

You scan the paper, widening your eyes when you see that tomorrow his shift starts at seven in the morning. "Are you insane???" You whine, looking at the messy inconsistent schedule, the black haired man simply laughing at your pained expression.

"Deal's already on, sorry. It's the least you could do for almost killing me." He sighs dramatically, lips pursed in fake pain. You scowl, mumbling a '*fucking asshole*' to yourself and you could swear that not only has he heard you but smiled at the comment too.

You mindlessly walk with him, eyes focused on the file attached to the schedule, reading the shop rules that he so kindly attached to it. That's when you bump into the man in front of you with a yelp, taking a step back in surprise as you look at him.

"You're staying at this hotel?" He asks curiously, tilting his head towards the building and you let out a confident 'Yes' with a roll of your eyes, before taking a better look at the entrance, mentally kicking yourself.

You close your eyes annoyedly, face scrunched as you look up, only to be met with a very much entertained Jungsu. "Fuck.. I got too distracted with the papers-" You groan, looking around, biting your lip worriedly, checking your phone only to sigh. "Battery's dead. 'course it is." You mumble to yourself with a sigh, rubbing your face once after putting the phone back in your pocket.

"What hotel are you staying at?" Jungsu asks and when you tell him the name, he instantly shakes his head. "Yeah, there's no way you're gonna walk all the way back there. It's on the other side of the resort."

"You could come with me?" You suggest, making him throw his head back with a wholehearted laugh, waving his hand in front of you, trying to stop his laughter.

"So not only do you crash into me, break my board and stalk me to my work place only to bully me, now you also want me to take you back to your hotel because you're an airhead?" He adjusts the backpack over his shoulder, resting his weight on one leg, eyes scanning over your face and if you didn't know better you'd swear he looks endeared.

"You said it yourself it's too late! Plus my phone's dead and I don't know this place enough to go back without a map." Jungsu hums, crossing his arms amused while you freak out, saying something about how you could just call your friends from his phone. "It's late. They're probably asleep. Or having sex." You flinch, shaking your head, looking up at the black haired boy with doe eyes. "Either way they'll ignore me." 

"Why're you looking at me like you want me to ask you to crash at my place?" He raises his eyebrows, immediately shaking his head when you make your eyes bigger. "Nope, no, absolutely not." 

You sigh sadly, making sure he clearly sees your kicked puppy expression before turning around. "Alright I'll just walk back to my hotel by myself. I'll figure something out...Hopefully I don't get lost or worse…killed." You sigh dramatically looking at him from over your shoulder. When you see Jungsu's stoic expression and unbothered stance, you blink once, pursing your lips and starting to walk away.

You know you two don't exactly get along because of academics but against the playful bickering you liked to think you two could rely on each other if needed. He never struck you as the type of guy to not help someone in need if he could, especially someone he knows. 

You look around as you make your way through the snow, when you hear a sigh from behind you. Before you know it, Jungsu's hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you inside the hotel with him. "We both have to get up early for work anyways." He mumbles irritatedly, avoiding your eyes as he gets into the elevator.

You smile to yourself, pulse quickening when you look down and notice his hand is still gently wrapped around your wrist against his tired expression. "Woah your room is so much nicer than mine." You gape as you walk into his room.

"Yea, one of the great benefits of selling your soul to the snowboarding gods. Have you eaten anything?" Jungsu asks placing the boards on the floor before taking his jacket off. 

"Uh yeah- before going down the slope." You smile pained, mentally cursing when you hear your stomach grumbling loudly, hand instantly going over it with an embarrassed wince. 

Jungsu gives you a concerned look, shaking his head before ordering some food. "Tsk you're really something." He mutters to himself as you take off your jacket and scarf, tossing you a towel and a pair of his pajamas, pointing to the bathroom. "Take a shower not a bath, I wanna go too."

"I can't believe you're sending me to shower- are you calling me dirty?!" You gape offended as Jungsu pushes you towards the bathroom from behind with a snicker.

"You never know these days." He smiles sarcastically, getting some pajamas for himself too. "Now go and don't take forever. We need to sleep soon. If you don't wake up on time in the morning, the deal's off and you'll have to pay me double." 

You stare at him perplexed, only to be met with a downward smile as he raises his shoulders innocently, before closing the door to the bathroom once you get in. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and *god* he's such an asshole, why wouldn't he tell you you had some chocolate on your chin?? You grumble to yourself, wiping it away and turning the water on, when his voice resonates from the other side of the door. "Don't use my conditioner!"

Jungsu sounds casual. Key word: sounds. His teeth pull on his nail cuticles and he stares at the bathroom door, a headache pending to happen. You're here. Showering. In his bathroom. Great, yeah. He's doing great. He doesn't even *care*. 

Showering stretched out for longer than normal, too busy spiraling about how you're supposed to act once you step out of the bathroom and sleep in the same room as him. You groan and gently hit your head with your hands a few times, trying to calm yourself down. "It's okay, It's not even that big of a deal. He's always been nice. He surely won't make fun of you and never speak to you ever again. Yeah, pft. Surely." You mumble, pointing to yourself in the mirror after changing into his clothes. 

You stare at the clothes keeping your body warm, feeling your cheeks heat up. Jungsu's clothes that smell like his cologne, clinging onto your body as if he's- "Don't even think about it." You squint at the you in the mirror, taking a few moments to collect yourself. 

You wait for the blush on your cheeks to dissolve slightly, jumping when you hear a knock on the door. "Did you fall into the toilet?" Jungsu teases, making you clear your throat and exit the bathroom with a straight face. 

The man looks you up and down smugly as you walk past him with a scoff, before going into the bathroom. As soon as the door closes, he allows himself to bite his fist and grip onto the door with a pained expression, forehead resting against it. "I'm going to choke myself with the shower curtain." He winces quietly to himself, thinking about the way you look wearing his clothes, heart swelling. Jungsu stares at the door, biting his lip as a stupid grin plasters on his face and gets into the shower. 

The doorbell suddenly rings. "Room service!" When you open the door and take a sneak peak at the food on the tray, your throat goes dry. You expected maybe some noodles or pizza, but no. Of course he had to be annoying and flaunt his money, and order the best food off that damn menu and *god* is that steak?? 

Just as the waiter is about to leave after telling you to enjoy dinner, you signal him to come closer and whisper-ask how much the order is, getting weak in the knees at the price. You thank him and close your eyes in annoyance, thinking about how now Jungsu's probably going to rub it in your face. 

When Jungsu steps out of the bathroom, damp hair flawlessly falling on his face while wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a grey hoodie, You pretend to be on your phone, sitting cross legged on the bed. Nonchalantly. 

"Oh, food's here?" Jungsu hums pleased as he starts placing the food trays on the bed, sitting cross legged in front of you. He starts eating in no time, letting out a small satisfied noise when he swallows. After some time of him eating and you quietly playing with the brightness and setting on your phone just to pretend you're doing something, he looks up at you confused. "Why aren't you eating?"

You shrug, replying in an unbothered tone. "Not hungry." You lie, and of course your stomach betrays you, growling louder than before. You purse your lips, sitting up straight and placing your phone aside. "Alright, fine. I already owe you a lot of money, I don't need you to rub this in my face too." You scoff, crossing your arms.

Jungsu's expression softens, letting out a small laugh. "You're concerningly stupid." He tilts his head, grabbing a piece of meat between his chopsticks, putting it in front of your lips. You purse your lips, but when he pokes your mouth with the meat you sigh, opening it and letting him feed you as you let out a pleased groan once you start chewing.

The black haired man shakes his head gently, feeding you some more as his eyes fall on the bit of sauce staining the corners of your mouth. "Now you're gonna make me hand feed you too? Isn't that a bit too romantic considering it's the first time you're over?" He asks, holding more food in front of your lips, instinctively wiping the sauce off with his thumb.

You stop chewing for a moment, taken aback before blinking quickly and taking another bite while shrugging. "You dragged me in here, I was going to walk back on my own." 

"Oh, so now *I'm* in the wrong for not letting you die of hypothermia before getting eaten by a bear or something." Jungsu scoffs while eating some vegetables, holding back a smile. "I really can't ever win against you huh?" He asks jokingly, leaning his body closer to yours.

"You're already doing plenty of winning in class." You bite back, eating irritated as you grab the last piece of cheese before he could, but against your feisty attitude, Jungsu looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. Of course, you are too busy mocking him when he groans saying he won fair and square to notice. "Googling the topic when you take a bathroom break isn't fair and square!" You correct as you point your chopstick to his face, squinting.

"There's no rule that says that." Jungsu argues, biting the chopstick while looking into your eyes, dragging it out of your hand by pulling away when you part your lips. "So, in theory, it *was* fair and square. You're just mad you can't make fun of me anymore for getting a lower grade. Sucker." He pokes his tongue out after stabbing the stake in your plate with your chopstick. 

You throw a piece of lettuce at him, which of course he catches between his teeth. A tired grunt leaves your lips, putting your chopsticks down. "Are you serious right now??? God, you're so irritating." 

"Oh come on, you're no fun." He grins, throwing some lettuce back at you, scrunching his nose pleased when you fail to catch it. "Wow, you're really not better than me at anything, huh?" He asks cockily.

You glare at him determinately, rolling your eyes before asking him to throw it again just to prove a point. When you catch it, the other lets out an impressive whistle, before shrugging. "Beginner's luck." So here you were, catching another piece he threw your way out of pure spite.

"Why are you always so competitive about everything? Do you ever just have some fun?" He asks absentmindedly, munching on his food. 

The question takes you by surprise, since him of all people should know *exactly* Why. He's literally the cause of it. "You're joking right now…right?" You blink, making him stop mid chewing, shaking his head with an innocent frown.

"You-"You start, groaning with a sigh as you feel anger rising up in your chest. "You just- you're so irritating! You always try to outdo me! Every time I think I do well, You show up doing *better*! Don't even get me started on how I know damn well the teacher likes you way more than she likes me, because even when we hand in the same assignment she still grades yours higher." You say in one breath, the black haired man frozen in his place at the sudden outburst, lips parted as he stares at you quietly. "It's just- You don't get it! It's so annoying to think I have to fight twice as hard for stuff you easily get!"

Jungsu's demeanor changes as the last sentence leaves your lips, looking at you offended. "Easily?? You think I get what I get out of pity? Luck? Favoritism?? I work for it. I juggle having a demanding hobby that I take very seriously, a job *and* school while living alone and you think I get better grades because the teacher's got a crush on me??" 

His tone is stern, but you can see the pain behind his eyes, and for the first time you feel *bad*. You didn't mean for it to sound as shitty as it is, but it is true you resent him slightly for one-upping you, which is stupid because that's *exactly* what you like about him. You like being around someone that doesn't let you have it easy, that always pushes you to do better, be better, even if it's out of spite.

It's stupid. It constantly feels as if your heart and your brain are butting heads and you don't know whether competing with Jungsu every breathing moment of your life is the best or the worst thing that has happened to you. Still, when you see him shake his head quietly as he plays with his food, your heart aches. It hurts because you realize the only person that took all of this so personally was you.

Jungsu never had a secret agenda, or some hidden wish to humiliate you by thriving to be better than you. He's just a guy that puts effort into everything he does and he was unlucky enough to exist in the same timeline as someone that's ten times more competitive and stubborn than him. The same guy who always messed up your hair when seeing you on the hallways was also the one to sit next to you during trips when you knew no one besides him.

It's annoying and it's stupid and you know that it doesn't make sense but you like him so much he annoys you. You like him so much and he's here, quietly eating with a disappointed expression and having no idea how much he messes with your head.

You open your mouth to apologize, but close it and chew on your food, glancing at the boy from time to time. You two eat in silence for a while, air tense and an uncomfortable feeling settling in your chest as you realize that against silly fights and mean jokes, this is the first time you've seen Jungsu so *down* and *hurt* by something you said. 

Eventually, You grab a sushi roll with your chopsticks and carefully take out the pickles. Jungsu's eyes travel to your hands placing the food on his plate, holding back a smile at the detail. He glances at you, quietly eating the sushi, and you feel like ripping your hair out. 

You purse your lips, staring at him as he chews on his food, before breaking the silence. "I'm sorry." You whisper, making the boy stop in his tracks. He raises his head to look at you with a hum, as if he didn't hear you. "I said I'm sorry." You repeat, before Jungsu's hurt pout turns into a mischievous smile. 

"Oh, I know. I just wanted to hear you say it twice." He chimes happily, drinking some of his soda. You break into a smile calling him a horrible person while trying to steal a roll off his plate, only for him to pop it in his mouth before you could. "What?! I'm letting you crash at my place, the least I could do is get some fun out of it." He defends himself.

"Oh, and here I was thinking you're helping a girl in need." You laugh softly, a small blush spreading on your cheeks when Jungsu grabs some food to hold it in front of your lips once again. 

"Me? Always." He smiles sweetly, putting the trays away once you both finish your food and making his way back to the bed. "I'm sleeping on the bed by the way." 

"I am not sleeping on the floor." You raise your eyebrows determined, sitting on the right side as your eyes carefully follow the man's movements, watching the way he shoos you to the left.

"Wasn't asking you to, but I take the right side." Jungsu replies casually as he lays down, arms under his head with an amused expression watching the way your eyes widen at the gesture.

Eventually, you get under the covers, pursing your lips awkwardly with your body stiffing when your eyes meet his. "Do you need me to like… make a pillow wall?" You ask awkwardly, not exactly sure of what you're supposed to do. The bed is big enough for you two to not even be in each other's proximity but still, you know yourself, and the possibility of you somehow rolling on top of him in your sleep was nothing short of big.

"Me, personally, am too grown for that. But whatever floats your boat, I don't judge." He teases, stretching his hand over to the switch near the headboard, turning the lights off but keeping the lamp besides his side on.

"Of course you are." You mumble ironically, keeping your eyes on him. "You sleep with the lights on?" The question comes off too judgingly, but Jungsu doesn't seem bothered in the slightest by the comment. Not even when you follow it up by whispering 'Freak' to yourself before turning your back to him in order to stare at the wall in front of you.

"Won't take shit from the weirdo that sleeps in complete darkness." Jungsu argues with a huff, but his voice is laced with a playfulness that almost gives away the stupid grin plastered on his face.

You turn around only to see Jungsu stare at the ceiling with a serious expression, but before he could glance at you, you close your eyes and pretend to sleep. The man lets himself smile once again as a soft, endeared scoff escapes his lips. After a few moments of making sure you are asleep, he pulls the blanket higher over your shoulders to keep you warmer and it takes everything in you to not let out a shuddered breath when the tips of his fingers brush over your arms. 

The next morning, as expected, is a mess. However, it's not exactly the type of mess you expected. You were convinced you'll wake up to Jungsu frantically putting on his shoes and yelling at you to hurry, but nothing could've prepared you for what was actually happening. 

Jungsu's alarm was loud. Too loud for any sane person to stay asleep through it and yet, the both of you missed around two of them. You could wake up. You should wake up, but you can't really feel bothered by the deafening sound of the alarm, not when your pillow is as comfortable as it is.

You hum in annoyance, a frown forming on your face as the sound gets louder and louder, burying your head deeper into the so-called pillow. Jungsu's cologne is so strong that even his sheets reeked of him and you found yourself letting out a small comforted noise when you feel the arms around you tighten their grip.

Wait. What?!

You open your eyes mortified, only to see Jungsu sound asleep, mouth slightly parted. *Oh no. Oh no no no.* What are you supposed to do now?! You can't just pull away, nope, no way. He'll wake up, and you can't make him wake up because then he'll be so embarrassed, or worse, weirded out, oh my god this is really bad.

You hear the boy let out a small hum, lazily reaching out to grab his phone and turn the alarm off. He blinks once, hand freezing while staring at his screen, suddenly overly aware of the prozimity of your bodies. 

"Shit." He whispers to himself as he closes his eyes tightly, wondering if there's any way for a comment to hit him so he won't have to deal with whatever expression he'll be met with when he turns around to meet your eyes. The man clears his throat, swiftly unwrapping his arm from around you and getting up with a stretch, letting you stare at him with your lips parted.

Sure, pretending this didn't happen was obviously the smart choice. After all, it was just a mistake. Why would any of you acknowledge something that would only make things more awkward than they already were? 

That is exactly why you both quietly got changed and headed towards the coffee shop in a totally not tense silence, maintaining a considerable distance between the other. The quietness surrounding you really didn't help the spiraling about the whole encounter this morning. Was it really that bad that you two were close? Was he really that not into you to get uncomfortable by something as silly as an innocent hug?

Jungsu steals a few glances at you, breath caught in his throat as he thinks back to the incident this morning. Teasing you was always second nature to him, because doing that was a hundred times easier than letting his guard down around you and risking the possibility of you realizing just how much of a front he was putting up in order to keep you close and not freak you out with what was actually going through his head every time he looked at you. 

You knew Jungsu wasn't exactly fond of you but what you didn't expect was for him to make you scrub the floor clean after a kid threw up his breakfast, snickering to himself every time you'd shoot him a furious glare. 

"Hey is Jungsu he-why are you scrubbing the floor?" Seungmin enters the café with your friend, stopping in his tracks with a confused yet entertained expression when he looks down at you.

"Paying back his board money. He calls it newby training but I'm starting to think this is just some sick humiliation kink he's got." You grumble as you focus on a stubborn stain, eyes squinting as you scrub with more force.

The blonde turns his head towards Jungsu once the older one comes back from the backroom, biting back a laugh. "I- You know what- I don't even wanna know. I'm just glad you didn't die or something. And you, we have to talk." Seungmin nods his head for the other to follow him, walking to the side with his friend.

After a while they get back, Jungsu clearly irked after the conversation. That's when he instructs you to get up, grabbing the bucket and walking past you. You look at him with a frown, to which he continues. "They're replacing one of the judges. Fucker cheated on his wife and got into a scandal so now competition is pushed back one week."

You widen your eyes looking between the two men, head tilted tiredly. "Does that mean I have to do this for two weeks?" At that, Jungsu simply chuckles and shakes his head before walking away. Alright. Sure. Everything's clear now. Great communication skills.

"So, are you going to spend the next week only scrubbing floors and making hot chocolate or you still want to learn how to snowboard?" Seungmin asks innocently, to which you frown, shaking your head determinedly.

"I mean, Yeah, but I think he's gonna exploit me and you should take advantage of this to have your romantic escapade with your *girlfriend*." You smile, lightly pushing his shoulder, waving a dismissive hand when he complains about having promised you he'll teach you. "Besides, I know you, You'll get all excited, get on the board and probably sprain your ankle more than it already is. We both know you don't have self-control with this thing."

"Oh *c'mon*, last time I checked I wasn't the one crashing because I was stupid enough to get on the pro slope." The blonde quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he tilts his chin up. "And I DO have self-control, unlike you. Plus, you know, teaching someone sometimes can be just as good as practicing yourself." However, when he sees your determined expression and crossed arms, he lets his shoulders drop with a sigh. "Alright, fine. I won't do it, but I still feel bad and I- You know, I actually think I might know someone to teach you." Seungmin grins, eyes lighting up. "Five times snowboard champion."

You widen your eyes, mouth parting as the title comes out of his mouth. "You're bullshitting." You tilt your head in disbelief, but when the blonde simply shakes his head with a smile. "No way, are you sure he'll have time? Or want to? Wait, You're not fucking around with me...right?"

Seungmin snickers at your questioning expression, flicking your forehead once. "You forget I come here every year to compete? I HAVE friends, y'know??" The boy scoffs with a smile. "He'll find the time, he likes to show off. Plus, I think he'd be more than thrilled to teach you. Go on the competition ramp at 9pm, he usually trains there alone. He's the dude that keeps doing stupid fancy tricks." He says leaving before you get to ask any further questions.

Now, the thought that Seungmin was suspiciously vague about this so called champion flew through your head, but it's not like you had a lot of time to think about it with Jungsu constantly bossing you around for four hours before leaving you all alone the rest of the time with his coworker to run the place all by yourselves. "Bitch." You mumble to yourself after he gave you a quick wink, exiting the café.

Hyeongjun, his coworker, snickers to himself while preparing a caramel macchiato, trying (and failing) to hold back a smile. When you turn with him with crazy eyes, urging him to speak, he shakes his head with an amused expression. "Nope, not getting roped into this." 

"Roped into what??" You call out as he goes to the pastries' compartment. "C'mon, you hate him, he's unbearable. Be honest. This is a safe space." You whisper to him while cleaning the coffee machine with crazy eyes, to which the black haired man chuckles.

"I'd like to keep my job, thank you very much." The younger chimes after coming back, thanking the client before handing them their change with a gentle smile. "What type of dumbass would speak badly about his boss to his girlfriend?" The man stares at you with a raised eyebrow, before taking his apron off and walking into the back room for his lunch break.

"The type tha-WHAT GIRLFRIEND? What?! HAN HYEONGJUN I'M NOT-" You start, being interrupted by the sound of a displeased client clearing their throat, causing you to stop midway through your sentence and turn to them with a polite smile to take their order after apologizing quickly.

As expected, Hyeongjun refused to acknowledge the conversation from earlier and you figured out it was simply a way of teasing you. Sure, a part of you got giddy at the mere thought, but instead of dwelling on it, you finish your shift and head to the hotel to get some rest, pretending you didn't feel like crying when you had to opt out of going ice skating because of how tired you were.

You weren't going to meet up with the guy Seungmin mentioned, figuring that if you already embarrassed yourself as much as you did in front of someone as Jungsu, God knows what would happen if an *actual* professional saw you.

The plan was to go home from your shift and simply rest, but seeing a text from Jungsu whining about how you didn't wipe the tables well enough, made you decide you needed to somehow get rid of all that tension, because falling on your ass sounded way better than crying in frustration.

That's exactly why you were now huffing to yourself as you made your way to the big halfpipe secluded from the rest of the ramps. Just as Seungmin mentioned, there he is: big show-off tricks that he somehow lands every single time. 

Even when he falls with a groan, he gets up and lands it the second time like the first one didn''t even happen. You were mesmerized, this person looked like they were exactly where they needed to be.

"Hi I uh- Seungmin told me you could help me with snowboarding, I'm a beginner, but I think he already told you that. If you can't because of the competition that's totally fine i-" You walk up to him once he takes a break and slides out of the U-shape. 

The man tilts his head, taking his glasses off before pulling his face mask down. "You almost kill me and now you're asking me for favors?" He asks teasingly with a small smile, your mouth falling open in disbelief.  

"Ah sorry, I thought you were someone else." You clear your throat, explaining yourself when you see the black haired boy tilt his head. Surely, he's a good snowboarder, at least that's what it looked like, but there's no way he was *the* guy. "Seungmin sent me here-" You purse your lips, looking around confused. "Something about this snowboarding champion friend teaching me, so If you would be so kind to tell me where to find hi-No..." You gasp defeatedly, realization sinking onto you.

"Oh, *yeah*." Jungsu looks at you amused, arms crossed as he looks over your dumbfounded expression. "Skin and bones." The black haired man teases, putting his hand on your helmet and moving it from side to side with a snicker when you slap his arm away. "I do like the whole story about Seungmin sending you to me though. It's almost believable."

Jungsu was known for taking everything in his life, especially his hobbies, very seriously. With how much of a show-off he is, you're surprised he didn't spend his days bragging about this with every breath he took. Except, now that you thought about it, he *DID*. All those times he would mention he always goes to a ski resort with his family, that he'd have a competition coming up every December, all the times he'd ask for your notes when he'd have to skip a few days during winter time. "You know what, forget I said anything, I'll go." You blink embarrassed, grabbing your board, about to turn around.

"I never said I won't help you." His voice resonates from behind you, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around to face him, expecting some sort of teasing shit-eating grin, a mocking tone, anything. However, the only thing you're met with is a serious frown after taking his boots out of the board.

"What about the competition?" You frown, looking up at him as he walks closer to you, grabbing the board from your hands. "I already have to pay for your board, now you expect me to pay for lessons too?"

"Well, sometimes teaching someone can be just as useful as practicing on your own." Jungsu says absentmindedly, walking in front of you to one of the beginner ramps next to the one he was using just now. And when you call him out for copying Seungmin's mantra, he simply huffs out annoyedly, saying he's the one to teach the blonde the phrase in the first place. "Plus, helping you is helping me, sometimes I get too caught up on doing the crazy complicated moves that I forget about the basics." 

"How can I be sure you won't hold this against me?" You raise your eyebrow, not believing the sudden act of generosity. Jungsu stops in front of you, dropping the board down with an unimpressed look, putting his hand out for you to get on it.

"I'm not the villain you paint me out to be, you know." Jungsu scoffs, clipping the boots onto the snowboard, looking up at you. "You have a really bad image of me considering how many times I air dropped you the notes when you were missing class." 

You don't reply. Instead, you hold onto his shoulders until he's done checking your boots. "For how long have you been competing?" You ask out of curiosity once he gets up, hands instantly finding their way to your arms to keep you steady.

"Mm, since I was 17 I think? It really hasn't been that long. My parents didn't exactly agree with it at first since it's a high demand sport." Jungsu answers, looking down at you as you steady yourself by holding onto his arms as well, breaths getting just slightly quicker as the smell of his cologne becomes more noticeable. "And it's not the cheapest one either. It's not really like basketball where you can buy a ball and a hoop and start practicing, you know?" The boy goes on, looking down at your hands before tightening the gloves on your hands and then putting your scarf and glasses on carefully.

"Are you going to do this full time when you finish Uni?" You ask looking up at him, and you see him smile at your covered face, his nose and cheeks pink and *God* he looks kissable.

"I like what I'm doing because it's a hobby, even if I'm really good at it. If I made it my whole life I'd end up hating it." He replies, before going behind you and holding your waist. "You need to tighten your core at all times and try to keep this position with your legs slightly bent." He instructs, gently tapping your stomach and back of the knees so you bend them.

One thing you were not expecting was for him to be as good of a teacher as he is. You end up getting the hang of it quite quickly and you feel quite proud of yourself for now being able to stand still on the board without falling on your ass, before he says "Okay time for the real one."

"The what now?" You ask, smile immediately dropping once the words leave his mouth, head turning to look at him mortified. 

Once you get to the bigger ramp, Jungsu makes a point out of going on and on and on about how you'll barely get to slide down before you fall and unfortunately, he ends up being right. After what felt like an eternity and falling for the tenth time, you look up at him annoyed with a pained expression as you beg him to give you a break.

Of course he doesn't. No. Instead, he tells you to grow up and get some competitive spirit in you while stretching his hand in front of you to help you get back on your feet with a shit eating grin, crossing his arms when you let go of him. "It's impressive how bad you are at this."

"In my defense, I'm more used to using my brain rather than my body." You groan, holding his hand with a glare, making sure to squeeze it extra tight, in a lame attempt to make it painfully (he felt nothing).

"C'mon, get up on your own like a true pro." He teases before pretending to let go, but before he could unwrap his hand from yours you pull him down, making him fall on your chest with a grunt. "You're the worst."

"That's payback for making me go ten rounds without a break." You giggle with a huff at the contact, making the boy place his arms on each side of your head to look at you in order to look down at you and *oh* this was a bad idea. It was a bad horrible terrible idea because now you can see his stupid smile inches away from your face and his pink cheeks and nose and his cologne is intoxicating an-

"Next time it'll be twenty." He squints, chucking when you finally get out of your head and poke your tongue out at him. "You're being incredibly mean to someone that's taking time out of their crazy busy schedule to teach your uncoordinated ass." He scoffs with a lazy smile, looking over your face and if you didn't know any better, you'd swear you saw his eyes linger over your lips for more than a second.

"And you're spending an awful amount of time on top of someone you supposedly can't stand." You reply absentmindedly, trying to keep your voice stable. *'Sure, show him you have the upper hand, maybe he'll pull away'* You think to yourself, putting your hands on his shoulders as you stare into his eyes.

"Well you're spending an awful amount of time letting someone you supposedly can't stand stay on top of you." He whispers, face getting closer to yours, and you pray to every holy force out there that he didn't see your shuddered breath and that if he did, he thinks its because of the cold air.

This isn't the first time you two got in a similar situation. It happened more times than you'd like and honestly, most times it was simply because you both were too stubborn to pull away when the other would threateningly get closer. Most times, also, you both didn't think much of it. At least, Jungsu didn't, is what you think. He always just laughed it off, called you dramatic and pushed you away, but now? He's not pushing you away. 

Why is he not pushing you away? Why is he not pushing HIMSELF away?? Why is he leaning in?? No, he's not leaning in...IS HE? Oh my god are you being insane? Is this like a joke? Is he making fun of you right now? Does he know you like him? Are you supposed to push him away? Why is he smiling to himself like that???

You close your eyes tightly as if ready for a nuke to hit you, when suddenly you hear the familiar tune of your phone interrupt the quiet and intimate moment, making the both of you quickly pull away as Jungsu mutters something about how weird your ringtone is.

He gets up, helping you stand on your feet as you pick up and you really can't tell whether you're grateful or want to rip Seungmin's head off with your bare hands as you answer the phone. You glance at the man in front of you, pursing your lips as you see the way he pretends to look around. Jungsu's looking at the lights illuminating the place, the moon, the very interesting white snow around you, really anywhere that wasn't you. 

It stung. Sure, maybe it was a spur of the moment thing, or maybe it was some silly joke he wanted to make but either way, were you that wrong for hoping he did, in fact, want to kiss you?

His shifty eyes and the way he picks up his board quietly is enough of a hint that he does not want to be here, let alone talk about what just happened, so you simply say you'll make your way back since it's late. Once Jungsu hears this, he unclasps your board while offering to walk you back and you really really want to cry, so you try to talk him out of it.

"Don't be stupid, You'll get lost." The taller frowns, looking up at you as if you're ridiculous for even thinking about it, before getting back on his feet and handing you your board. "Your orientation skills are shit. C'mon." Jungsu smiles knowingly, walking beside you.

The walk to your hotel was tense, quiet and straight up uncomfortable. Neither of you wanted to look the other in the eyes, let alone try to do small talk. And when you get to the hotel you can't even bother telling your friends the in and outs of your night, so you only give them a quick text saying you're in your room before throwing your phone on the bed

What were you even supposed to say? As soon as you closed the door to your room you find yourself leaning your head against the now closed door, breathing heavily because what the fuck. What the fuck, Kim Jungsu? Fucking annoying, incredibly intelligent attractive Kim Jungsu.

What are you even supposed to do now? Act like you didn't almost just kiss? Try to push it further? Hope he forgets about it and you go on with your lives? Ask if he was playing a prank on you? Ask him if he likes you? No, you can't. You can't so instead of doing any of that, You groan, stomping a few times in frustration, before texting Jungsu to ask if he got to his place safely only for him to leave you on read. Great. He probably thinks you want to kiss him and thinks you're weird. 

It's whatever, it's probably not even a big deal. He probably just opened the text and forgot to reply before falling asleep. It's not worth dwelling on it, so you shower and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. You totally don't end up checking your phone every five minutes for any text from him. After about half an hour or so, just as you were about to go to sleep, you hear a ding.

(*Yeah, sorry. Got home too.*)

(*You don't have to cover for me anymore.*)

(*A friend offered and she owes me one anyway.*)

You sigh with a groan, putting your phone back on the nightstand after sending a simple "Okay". Great. Now he kicked you out of your not-job because of the almost-kiss. Fucking great. Does this mean you're supposed to pay for the board full price??? Oh no. He wouldn't, would he?

You put your pillow over your head letting out a muffled scream, wondering whether he's having the time of his life at his place knowing he's making you go through hell right now. He doesn't. Quite on the contrary, Jungsu is currently mentally kicking himself and physically hitting his face with his pillow because he's a fucking idiot and he almost kissed you and made things awkward and you're probably super uncomfortable with him and you think he's weird and stupid and *GOD*. 

"It's okay, she probably didn't even realize. If anything, just say you were gonna blow away an eyelash from her cheek. Yeah. That's believable. Yeah." Jungsu whispers to himself, hugging his pillow as he kicks his feet, pushing the blanket off with a regretful whine. "I'm so fuckeeeeeddd!"

The night was filled with you tossing and turning, so the next day while having a meal with your friends at a mall in the town near the resort you were doing anything but paying attention to the conversation going on. You're pretty sure they've been speaking to you for the past two minutes but you can't really figure out what any of them is saying because the only thing on your mind is Jungsu. And the almost-kiss. The almost-kiss with Jungsu.

"I think she's dissociating." Seungmin whispers to his girlfriend, pulling you out of your trance by snapping his fingers in front of you multiple times.

"Sorry what?" You ask after blinking a few times and shaking your head, the two sharing a look before turning their attention back to you. You weren't going to talk about it. Quite on the contrary. You were going to quietly eat your fork and say it's nothing. However, "I think Jungsu almost kissed me yesterday." You blurt out suddenly when you see your friend tilting her head knowingly.

The both of them drop their forks, screaming out a "WHAT?" in unison, Seungmin's girlfriend gripping onto the edge of the table and hovering over the table. 

You groan and put your head in your hands, truly wishing you could just *keep your mouth shut*. "His face was really close to mine and I genuinely thought he was getting closer but you called to ask if I'm coming back to the hotel so he stopped and then we said bye and then he fired me!" Your breaths are heavier and the words come out at an ungodly speed and *Oh God, *why is your head starting to hurt?

"Well technically, You weren't actually an empolye..." Seunmgin starts. "Plus it's his uncle's shop, Jungsu can pretty much do whatever he wants there. The guy has no kids so he thinks of Jungsu as his own." The blonde hums absentmindedly as if it was common knowledge, resuming his eating, making you both stare at him. "...What?"

"What do you mean by his uncle? He said he has to work there to cover some of the expenses for the resort!" You huff, absolutely baffled at the news, starting to think the idea of Jungsu doing all of this as some weird power play wasn't that far off.

"Well, yes and no. His uncle would pay for everything if it was up to him. Jungsu just refuses to let him. Something about independence and being a man and shit. Not very advantage-taking-business-man of him. That's why he's not a millionaire, I'm telling you." Seungmin scoffs at his friend's poor life choices with a tilt of his head while sipping on his drink, leaving you and your friend blinking in disbelief. 

"So you mean he never needed anyone to cover for his shifts? He could've just...not go??" You cover your mouth. "Does that mean I scrubbed floors for NOTHING?" You grab onto your head, resting your elbows on the table with a defeated groan.

"Well, he could but he still likes to act as if he'd get kicked out if he doesn't show up. The whole deal about liking to do things the right way and stuff." The blonde explains with a roll of his eyes, munching on his food. "Could he just spend the whole day practicing without helping around? Absolutely. He's just head strong like that." The man hums, scrunching his eyebrows. "Anyway, why does it matter? You only worked there for like two days. Now you can just see him less."

"Baby?" Your friend says, holding the other's hand, making the man look at her with a confused frown. "She likes him."

You wince, closing your eyes tightly in embarrassment, telling him to speak lower. "I don't ! I just…kinda…okay, maybe! But like not a lot! It's a small like! Very…small…"

"Wait…YOU LIKE JUNGSU?" Seungmin gasps in fake surprise, before bursting out into laughter, shaking his head with a pleased smile. "Took you long enough to admit it." He chimes, waving the fork in front of you, making you squint before grabbing the fork out of his hand and stabbing his food with a threatening glare.

"Suureee, that's why you two have been glued to the hip since...forever." Your friend crosses her arms, unmoved at the pathetic attempt to minimize your feelings. "But if he was about to kiss you, why are you freaking out? Isn't it obvious he likes you?" 

"But what if it's all in my head???" You ask frustrated, shoulders dropping tiredly as you stare at your drink with pursed lips. "What if I'm just romanticizing a normal interaction and stuff?"

"Okay, crazy idea, just hear me out, this is a little insane but stay with me…what if you…talk to him…like two adults?" Seungmin gapes, making a mind blown gesture as he gets smacked on the arm by your friend. "What? It's the easiest way!" And when his girlfriend reminds him he did everything but that before they got together, he simply waves a dismissive hand before defending himself. "Exactly, which is why I learned from my mistakes and I'm passing down wisdom!"

You pout, pushing your plate away with a sad voice, the two looking at you with an annoyingly pitiful expression. "Maybe he just needs time to figure his shit out." Your friend smiles, to which you nod with a sigh because really, what's there to do other than accept it and move on?

Thankfully, your friends made sure to distract you just about enough so you could get your mind off the almost-kiss for the entire day but it didn't serve much when you saw the text on your phone.

*(Can't teach you tonight, sorry. Something came up.)*  Great. Now he doesn't even want to be around you. 

Jungsu, on the other hand, was close to repeatedly hitting his head against a wall when he read the simple *(Alright.)* you sent back. He turns his phone towards Hyeongjun with a whine. "See? She hates me."

The younger stops wiping the floor for a few seconds to analyze the texts, nose scrunching. "Maybe she's just tired. Didn't you say she probably didn't even realize you were leaning in?" The black haired man asks, going back to work as Jungsu follows him with a pained expression.

"That's what *I* want to think." The older man cries out, covering his face before shoving his phone into his pocket, wiping the tables at a frustrated pace. "I think I'm just going to die. I was supposed to go practice and I'm over here cleaning the counter because I think If I get on a board right now I'm gonna break my neck....On purpose or not." He mumbles dramatically, earning an eye roll from the other.

The next day, you decided you shouldn't let whatever happened that night ruin the rest of your trip, so you decide to make your way to the coffee shop and get a well deserved cup of coffee on your way to the ice skating rink. Maybe if you're lucky enough an icicle will fall on your head as soon as you step through the door so you won't have to deal with whatever this is anymore. It's whatever. You don't even care about him. What you care about is praying the line is not too long so your friends don't cuss you out for making them wait outside because *"I don't need emotional support to grab a cup of coffee, you guys."* 

Besides, it's not like he'll be here.

Wrong. When You enter the coffee shop, the first thing you see is Jungsu smiling at a client while taking their money and telling them to have a good day. *God* did he really need to walk around with messy hair and a white fuzzy sweater on?? Wait...why's he here in the first place??

Once the person in front of you leaves and his eyes meet yours, he blinks multiple times in surprise, fidgeting with his hands, unable to say anything. You were, though. You had quite a lot of things you wanted to say to him. "I thought someone else was taking my place?" Your voice comes out in a small whisper, pursing your lips and you can see panic starting to settle in his eyes as he realizes you caught him red-handed in a lie.

"She had an errand to run so she'll come in an hour." He clears his throat, expression now falling flat, asking for your order then quietly walking towards the coffee machine. You make eye contact with Hyeongjun, who gives you a small smile back with a wave, mouthing something about how he misses you around because Jungsu is too bossy. You let out a small snicker, nodding in agreement. So he *does* think Jungsu is bossy, huh? 

Jungsu comes back, raising an eyebrow once he catches the interaction, placing the mug in front of you with a displeased expression. You frown a bit but don't mention it, because who are you to question him? So, instead of asking him what his problem is, you give him the money, too busy staring at the snowflake art in your coffee to see the way his eyes scanned your face. "You've got an eyelash on your cheek." He mutters quietly, putting a napkin with your cup before turning his attention to the next client.

You don't know why, but that small comment made your blood boil. He almost kisses you, then ignores you, and now he thinks it's okay to be mindful and tell you you've got an eyelash on your cheek? What is he, some type of monster?? 

You take two steps away, before turning your head to him, interrupting the old man who was in the middle of giving out his order. "I don't know if the snowboarding lesson was still on for tonight, but I can't make it. I'm busy."

Jungsu stares at you, mouth agape, quickly going back to work once you leave. "She hates me." He mutters sadly when he makes eye contact with Hyeongjun, who simply rolls his eyes amused. "She does, she hates me and wants me dead. That's what I get for trying to kiss her, see? Greed kills people. I hope I die, actually. Would do the both of us a favor."

"Would make me one too." Hyeongjun mumbles tiredly, shaking his head in disbelief at the stupidity, pushing a cup of coffee to another client. "You two really are great together." The younger tsks, looking at his coworker with his lip twitching in disgust.

"WAIT YOU REALLY THINK SO??" Jungsu breaks into a happy grin, turning his head to the other, only to be met with a deadpan glare, clearing his throat with pursed lips and ducking his head down upon seeing the other's reaction. "You should treat me nicer. I can fire you, you know?"

"And who's gonna keep the business running?" Hyeongjun scoffs, stealing a cookie and eating it before resuming his work because of course he can. Jungsu and his uncle both know that if this boy were to ever stop working here they'd go bankrupt in one day tops. So, instead of arguing more, Jungsu simply mocks him as he attends another client.

You spent the entire time blabbering and complaining and throwing out curses around rather than actually ice skating and although your friends truly love you, it was starting to get *unbearable.* So, Seungmin gripped onto your shoulders with a pleading whine as he stopped in the middle of the rink. "You're getting drunk tonight. Hell, the three of us are."

So, here you are, making your way through the door of one of the nicest houses at the resort, having no idea how the older keeps finding a party whenever and wherever, even in the middle of a ski resort. The party has already started for some time now, the three of you having gotten here a full hour late because *someone*(Seungmin) took far too long to chose his outfit.

You didn't really think much of it: the outfit, the party, the kiss- that one's a lie. You do think about the almost-kiss a constant, embarrassing, energy consuming amount of time. Even if you stopped yourself from speaking about it out loud, it was still the only thought plaguing your mind.

Your head was spinning, your outfit wasn't even that good(because who brings party-appropriate attire to a ski resort vacation???)(Seungmin apparently) and you really needed to find where the drinks were because maybe if you get drunk enough you'll finally forget about how much you regret not grabbing that asshole's face and kissing him. At least that way you'd have a clear answer and wouldn't be here with your friends babying you and looking at you in pity every time your eyes met.

Making your way towards the kitchen, you stop in your tracks with a mortified yelp, gripping onto your friend's arm. You slowly turn your head towards the blonde, eye twitching. "What the fuck is HE doing here?!?"

"Well, it's the party of the snowboarding team before the competition, of course he's here!" The boy innocently smiles, flinching when you lunge at him being held back by his girlfriend. You drag your thumb against your neck threateningly, before making your way to the kitchen because there is no way you'll be able to get through the night sober.

You're not really sure if you're supposed to try to greet him when your eyes lock with Jungsu's for a split second or if you doing so will result in him being so repelled by you that he'll throw up so you chose to pretend you didn't see him and hopefully you can at least go a few more hours like this.

"You look like you're about to kill yourself." Jooyeon, one of the older's friends, chimes in from beside him. He tilts his head, sipping on his drink knowingly, completely unphased by Jungsu's death glare.

"You think?" The black haired man speaks between gritted teeth, eyes glued on the way you chug down the second cup of punch. "It's whatever, I don't even care." He tries, his friend raising his eyebrows amused with a hum. 

"So you won't mind if I ask her to dance?" The younger teases, holding back a laugh at the way Jungsu's eye twitches. "Ah, she's really pretty..."

Everyone, especially Jooyeon, was painfully aware of Jungsu's crush on you. Honestly, it was a surprise it even went on for as long as it did without you figuring it out. It was clear since day one when Jungsu walked into the throwing his backpack on the floor of the café before sitting down and proceeding to complain for an entire hour before snowboarding practice about how his new project partner submitted the first draft of their assignment without even asking him since he was away to the ski resort just because she thought she knew better. "Fucking know-it-all..." He muttered to himself as Jooyeon and Gunil shared a knowing look.

After two drinks and a shot, you're tipsy enough to have some fun with your friends and dance to the songs playing and keep the Jungsu thoughts in a dark dark corner of your brain. You sing, smile and move to the beat while complaining about how they just won't let you have another cup, when you feel yourself bump into someone. As you turn to apologize, you're met with an amused Jungsu holding a cup, looking down at you.

"You have a really bad habit of crashing into me, you know?" The taller rasps, and you don't know but it's taking everything in him right now to not combust on the spot. He truly is an amazing actor, not enough people appreciate that. You look over his face, before your eyes travel down to his simple black t-shirt that's got a neckline that's too cut out for your own sanity, his rings shining against the cup he's holding.

You open your mouth to argue, tell him he's annoying and he's an absolute asshole for almost kissing you then ignoring you, but then you realize there's no use to it. What does it even matter? He wants to pretend it didn't happen, then it should stay like this. You're not desperate enough to force a connection that's simply not meant to be.

When you turn around without another word, you hear whomever he was with snicker from besides him. A confused huff later, you hear the black haired boy speak up, hand gently holding onto your arm to turn you around. "Hey, what's up with you?"

Oh you hate him so very much. You especially hate the way you can smell his cologne and the way you feel his cold hand on your burning hot body because yes, everything Jungsu does causes a primal response in you. He isn't even doing anything inappropriate and yet, your brain is swirling when your raise your eyes to meet his sharp ones.

 You purse your lips, before glancing at his cup, taking it from his hand, completely ignoring his request for you to talk to him. Instead, you finish his drink for him and really wish you were drunk right now because it'd definitely be way easier to deal with this. "Can we not today?" 

"You don't wanna talk? Then when? The day before the competition so I can be distracted enough that I lose and then you can finally be happy that there's one thing I'm not good at?" He accuses in an irritated tone, making your blood boil. 

Oh he's got nerve. He's got so much nerve, that instead of leaving and dropping this, he wraps his hand around yours with a displeased mutter, pushing past people as he walks out to the terrasse. Even against your complaints and your hand constantly slapping his arm, the man pulls you outside, closing the door behind him. "We're talking. Now."

You lean against the guardrail, crossing your arms baffled. A scoff escapes your lips, looking to the side before staring into his eyes tiredly. "Why do you keep doing this? Is it fun for you?"

"What are you talking about?" The corner of his mouth twitches, mimicking your stance as he takes a step closer, as if he's got any right to get all pissy about any of this.

"Ever since that night, you've been acting as if you're about to throw up every single time you see me. Usually I wouldn't give it a second thought but after that? Really?" You ask softly, voice getting quieter with each word, face slightly scrunched up.

Jungsu frowns, tilting his head in anger. "Throw up? You're the one ignoring me! You ditched the lessons and just now you pretended you didn't see me when I know damn well you saw me!" He argues, not moving when you push yourself off the railing to walk up to him.

"Because you think it's okay to make me think you were going to kiss me and then just never bring it up and make me think I'm insane!" You whine tiredly, too exhausted to tip toe around this stupid thing. It's not even that big of a deal, you two can just solve it like two mature adults, why does it have to be this taboo topic that never gets brought up??

As soon as those words leave your mouth, Jungsu's breath gets caught up in his throat, exhaling shakily, palms suddenly feeling too sweaty so he drops them to his sides. "Oh so you…know." He clears his throat, looking around awkwardly, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Know what? That you're an annoying mean fucker that likes to play with people's feelings and overachieve to fill your crippling insecurities?" You gabble, before finishing with a "Yeah, I do." in a small voice while looking down.

"I meant to say You know that I like you, but we're gonna go back to that in a second too because ouch." He blinks baffled, mouth slightly agape as he twirls his finger in front of your face with a huff.

*He what?* 

"You what?" You cough, now looking up at him with wide eyes, hand flying to your mouth. And when Jungsu repeats *'I what?'* with a confused frown, you wide your eyes more. "What do you mean you like me?"

Jungsu looks at you deadpan, pinching the bridge of his nose while letting out a meditating breath with his eyes closed, before slowly opening them to look at you. "You said you know I was going to kiss you…why would I want to kiss you if I'm not into you?!" He asks, as if you're the ridiculous one.

"Then why didn't you?? And why did you just find excuses for us to not see each other and then-- THEN you kept looking constipated whenever I talked to you!!" You point your finger at him, and Jungsu can't help but laugh. A full, wholehearted laugh while his hand goes to rush his hair back, staring at you in amazement. 

"Woah you're really..." The taller one shakes his head fondly. "Well, EXCUSE ME for getting nervous around the person I like! Besides, what if you didn't like me and you thought I was weird for trying to make a move on you when all we ever did was be assholes to each other and ESPECIALLY while it was late at night and we were all alone??" He defends himself in a frustrated voice, making your heart swell. *He's so stupid.*

"Well, You were right. I dislike you. Heavily so. Hate you, even." You scoff tiredly, thinking about ten different ways in which you could kill him right now. Jungsu, however, seems to be in complete *bliss*. His eyes are droopy, his cheeks are flushed and his lips are parted and he looks so good and you look so kissable when you're angry. So, when you start walking, pushing past him, the man grabs your shoulders to pull you in front of him. "Nope, You're not going anywhere."

You sneer at the sheer nerve. "What happened to being all worried and nervous? Now you're forcing me to stay here with you?" You raise an eyebrow, resting your weight on one of your legs, although it doesn't seem to phase Jungsu who is now taking a step forward.

"Oh, I'm not forcing anything." The man shakes his head, wrapping one arm around your waist, his other hand holding your chin between his fingers while looking into your eyes, whispering. "I'm just taking care of unfinished businesses." Is all he says, before leaning down and pulling you into a slow yet determined kiss, smiling to himself when you bite his lip just to be annoying.

Kissing Jungsu was, strangely, exactly how you imagined it would be. Between the two of you fighting to get the upper hand and him smiling in the kiss while muttering something about why don't you ever get tired of being feisty before walking you backwards to hover over you, your head was spinning.

Your hands naturally cupped his cheeks while kissing back but of course that wasn't enough for Jungsu who needed you two to mold into a single being. That's why your hands are now held in his as he moves them around his neck, one of his hands still tightly wrapped around your waist while the other holds onto the railing as you lean slightly back. "You kiss me like you've thought about this for a while." You whisper teasingly, earning a snicker from the other.

Jungsu pulls away slightly, lips plump and shiny with saliva and he looks absolutely *wrecked*. He looks over your face, letting his chest press on yours and moving his hands so they're now both holding onto the railing, licking his lips. He stares. He doesn't say anything: no smart comment, no comeback. The taller simply looks over your face with a fucked out smile, humming before leaning in again so his breath is hot against yours without breaking eye contact. "I did."

"Good." You whisper back, finger curling around his necklace to pull him closer, smiling pleased at the way he let out a shaky breath at the gesture, eyes hooded. You take a while to look into his eyes, lips close to brushing, but you don't kiss him again. Not yet. You tilt your head up at him as his knuckles turn white from gripping onto the railing with a small exhale. 

The atmosphere suddenly turned into something you can't even begin to describe. It was freezing cold outside and yet your heart was beating out of your chest, your cheeks were burning hot and Jungsu looked like he was about to break into a sweat. You get closer to him with a teasing smile, nose slightly nuzzling his. 

However, Jungsu doesn't complain. He doesn't even move. He stands there, hovering over you and taking one final step so now his body is completely pressed against yours as you look at him with your head tilted, having him completely at your mercy. "You're done already?" You rasp out, looking down at his lips then back into his eyes, still holding onto his necklace and lightly pulling on it once. 

Jungsu's knees *buckle*. He is losing his mind. Actually, no. He already lost his mind. A long time ago. He pulls you into a kiss again, this time harder, tongue scraping over your bottom lip and letting out a breath when he hears a small whine coming from you. "Fuck..." The taller exhales, gripping onto your waist when he feels your fingers move through his hair as the kiss deepens and if this is a dream he really hopes he never wakes up.

He gulps once, praying to whatever force there is out there that you can't feel just how badly he's been thinking about this ever since he's met you and if you can, that you'll be nice enough to not bring it up for the foreseeable future. For the first time, Jungsu doesn't mind letting you win. Quite on the contrary: he hopes you win. He hopes you win and do with him whatever you want and tell him what to do and-

The door to the terrasse opens, the two of you too lost in your own world to hear anything, until Gunil calls out his friend's name, widening his eyes when he sees the scene in front of him. "Hey Jungsu, coach wants to– am I interrupting?" 

The other sighs while regretfully pulling away from the kiss, lips plump and hair messy. "You have two seconds to give me a good enough reason not to skin you alive right now." He turns his head towards his friend, glaring at him while still holding onto you with a death grip.

"Coach wants you to give a motivational speech for the competition to get people's spirits up." He explains with his lips pursed, waving at you awkwardly as you wave back trying to hold in a laugh.

Jungsu groans when your hands drop from his hair onto his shoulders, cursing to himself while waving a dismissive hand at Gunil, telling the older to give him five before turning his attention back to you. "How bad do I look?" 

"Actually, the best you've looked in some time." You reply amused, wiping some of the lipstick off his lips. Jungsu looks down at you with a smile, cupping your jaw and pulling you in yet another kiss, laughing when you push him away with a groan.

"You have to go, they're waiting for you." You caress his biceps, eyes dropping to them before fixing his necklace and pecking him once more, the taller raising an eyebrow at your touches. "Don't look at me like that, you're the one that wore that shirt."

"I'm going to kill Gunil. Then You. Then myself." Jungsu mutters, cupping your face and kissing you a couple more times, grunting when you make him pull away. He pinches your sides, and because Jungsu really couldn't care less about anything other than having you glued to him, he walks inside with his arm around your shoulders, both yours and his friends' faces dropping when they see the faint lip tint around his lips.

The speech wasn't long. It was barely two minutes long, but if anyone were to ask Jungsu that was more than enough. You moved to the side before he started his speech and spent the entirety of it avoiding your friend's baffled expression and Seungmin's approving one, biting back a smile while sipping on your drink.

Jungsu's friends too, spent the entirety of the speech glancing between the two of you, and you're pretty sure you saw Jooyeon give Gunil a bill of twenty while saying something among the lines of *'Told you so.'* 

Once the speech is done, Jungsu makes sure to ignore any and every person that as much as tries to strike a conversation with him and makes his way towards you, biting his lip when he sees the blush spreading across your cheeks. "You look like you're having fun." You mumble annoyed, trying to pat your cheeks to make the blush go away.

"Oh, you have no idea..." The older grins, holding your chin between his fingers to peck you once. You raise your fist up at him threateningly, only for him to snicker and wrap his hand around your fist, eyes soft as he kisses your knuckles once then lowers it so he can hold your hand in his. ""

"You have some nerve, acting real tough for someone that couldn't even kiss me on the first try." You clear your throat, tilting your chin up to stand your ground even with Jungsu letting out an unimpressed 'mhm' while getting closer to you.

"Speaking of nerve, what do you mean by annoying mean fucker that likes to play with people's feelings and overachieve to fill my crippling insecurities??" He asks playfully offended, tugging you closer as you widen your eyes.

"Oh look at the time, looks like I've got to goooo!!" You gasp, trying to pull away only to be tugged closer to his chest, laughing when he wraps his arms around your neck to hug you tightly. You let out a muffled scream, patting his back violently when you can't breath, to which the taller simply laughs, saying that's what you get for being annoying.

He eventually lets go with a snicker, enjoying the sight of your flustered face and messy hair as you glare at him with heavy breaths. You squint, your hands moving towards his neck menacingly, only for Jungsu to scoop you into his arms. This causes you to yelp, clinging onto him with wide eyes. "It's gonna be so much easier to deal with you now." He smiles cockily at your irritated glare, mocking you when you call him an asshole before kissing you a couple times. 

Eventually, he puts you down, but only to grab your jackets and hand you yours. You raise your eyebrows at him while putting your jacket on. "What If I wanna stay for the party?"

"Do you?" Jungsu rasps knowingly as he fixes the hood of his own jacket, corners of his mouth moving in a downward smile when you scrunch your nose annoyedly. "That's what I thought." He hums, poking your sides and kissing your jaw a few times as he pushes you forward.

After saying your goodbyes and your friends calling you out for diching them (they don't even care, they were making out on the couch), you two walk outside and next thing you know you're walking towards Jungsu's hotel because 'It's closer'.

Jungsu doesn't hold your hand. He walks next to you quietly, smiling to himself like an idiot and replaying everything that just happened on a constant loop. You look up at him, then at his hand then back at him. "I like you too. I mean I have...for a while." 

The sentence takes the older by surprise, blinking quickly a couple times before breaking into a grin, turning his head towards you. When he sees you clear your throat and look away once your eyes meet, Jungsu cups your face to make you turn your head towards him and kisses you twice. "You're so fucking cute." He whispers while stopping with you in the middle of the snow, eyes sparkling at his gloved hands caress your pink cheeks. 

"Shut up..." You mumble shily, kicking some snow in his direction and looking away as you start walking. At that, Jungsu giggles, huging your neck from behind, walking with you while planting quick kisses on your cheek before covering them with your scarf to keep you warm.

No one and nothing could ruin Jungsu's mood right now. He was on cloud nine: hair a mess from kissing earlier, your perfume stuck on his clothes, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while entering his room with the one person that's been stuck on his mind since forever.

You've been talking to him while sitting with your legs crossed on his bed for about five minutes now after the both of you took turns showering and changed into something more comfortable. His food has already gone cold on his plate whilst you finished yours and you're pretty sure he hasn't been listening to a single word you've been saying because his eyes are hooded, he's got a dumb smile on his face and he looks like he's dozing out.

"And I made out with Seungmin." You deadpan, the older instantly pulled out of his trance with wide eyes and an annoyed expression as he yells out a 'YOU WHAT?', earning a loud laugh from you. "I had to bring you back somehow!"

"You're horrible, I hope you know that." Jungsu mutters, putting the plates away before grabbing you and laying you down on your back. "You're bullshitting though, right?" The older looks down at you, laying on top of you as his hand caresses your waist, eyes squinted. When you nod entertained, he scoffs irritated while mumbling "And I'm the asshole."

You look up at him, eyes filled with love as you let out a hum and move your hands on his hair, before pulling him in a slow and short kiss. "Wait so, do I still have to pay for the board?"

The other hums pleased, eyes half closed while a small lazy smile stays present on his face, when you caress his cheeks. "Mm, and the price just spiked up." You let out a puff of air in disbelief, staring at him as he continued. "Reparations. For the emotional damage."

"Why am I the one responsible for that?! You were the one to act all stupid." You shrug, trying to keep your eyes on his face and not the way the collar of his white t-shirt is too lose of you to act as if you don't want to stare. "So really, You're the only one that needs to pay."

"Oh, I need to pay?" Jungsu smiles, watching your eyes steal a quick glance at his chest before moving back onto his face. "Alright, then." He hums casually, pulling away just enough to look down at you as he supports himself on his knees. In one swift motion, he takes his shirt off. "That enough?"

You gape astonished, involuntarily starting to cough. Violently. Jungsu laughs at your reaction, hand reaching for his t-shirt, only for you to grab it and throw it across the room as you stare at him. "No, that's- Yeah." You nod, pulling onto his necklace lightly with the other hand resting on his back. You were so sure you were about to take control but when You feel Jungsu's lips on yours as he leans over you, back flexing against your hand, your brain completely shuts off.

The kiss is short once again, but this time because you find yourself ducking away with a shy smile, covering your face as you try (and fail) to hold back a smile. The older one laughs once again, shaking his head endeared before kissing your hands and laying down next to you. "C'mere." He rasps, pulling you half on top of him by your waist, one arm under your hand as the other hugs your lower back. 

You open your eyes to look at him shyly, pursing your lips in embarrassment when he grabs one of your arms to wrap it around his neck. "Are you enjoying yourself, Kim Jungsu?" You call out, your pink cheeks matching his.

When you hug him closer and start playing with his hair, scratching his scalp gently, it's his turn to duck his head with a hum, trying to maintain the facade by responding with a low "The time of my life." but it's useless to try to pretend he's not losing his mind when his hand is slightly shaking in nervousness on your lower back. So, to calm the both of you down, you lean in and kiss him a couple times, feeling the older pull you closer almost instantly, his body relaxing in no time.

Jungsu smiles softly, thumb caressing your lower back, before pulling away with his forehead still on yours as he whispers. "Would It be lame if I took you out on a snowboarding date tomorrow?"

At that, you giggle with a tilt of your head, twirling a few strands of his hair between your fingers. "Yeah, but I would still say yes." You shrug smugly, earning a playfully irritated scoff from the taller, shaking his head with a smile as he holds you closer and pulls you in yet another kiss because of course he does. "You sure you're not cold?"

The taller one stops for a moment, feeling his heart actually tug inside his chest because how are you so perfect and intoxicating and beautiful and caring and Jesus Christ he's so far gone it's embarrassing. "Nah, don't worry." He manages to whisper out, mentally doing cartwheels when you smile with a nod before kissing him some more.

You two spend the night like that: kissing, holding each other and trying to figure out which one is at fault for this not happening sooner. Jungsu thinks he's done a pretty good job at hiding just how much his breath quickens whenever you look at him, especially during your first date, and you think he's pretty stupid for even thinking that he's anything short of painfully obvious. 

Jungsu manages to win the competition because of course he does while Jiseok somehow wants to take credit for all of this since "You two would've never spent that much time together if It wasn't for me getting sick and missing out on the vacation!" because *of course* he does.