#trsr

squeak. squeak. squeak. squeak.

someone in class had been shaking their leg up and down for the past ten minutes, driving you crazy as you tried to take notes. their rubber shoes were making sounds as they hit the linoleum floor and you were about to throw your own shoe at whoever it was.

"Haruto. stop shaking your leg and pay attention. it's bad luck," Yoshinori, the top student whispered somewhere behind you.

Haruto scoffed in response but stopped, and finally your ears were at peace. you were so happy you could give Yoshi a kiss or something--

squeak. squeak. squeak.

you gritted your teeth together. just 6 more minutes of class and all of this would be over.

no.

no.

you couldn't do it.

you suddenly got up and everyone's eyes turned to you.

"teacher, i really need to use the washroom," you said before storming off, not even giving your teacher a chance to reply.

you washed your face and took a few deep breaths before hurrying back, not wanting to miss the lesson. luckily, you were able to get all the important parts noted down before lunch.

"finally, lunch!" Haruto exclaimed, standing up and doing a booty jiggle in joy.

his friends all laughed and you sighed, turning to him with a glare.

"stop being disruptive during class. you're annoying enough during lunch anyway, so save it for then," you said before you walked away.

Haruto simply watched you with a glare. he didn't get why you were always such a party pooper.

-

in the cafeteria, Haruto wanted to quickly eat so he could head back to class and nap before lunch ended. so, he cut in line. seeing one of his friends near the front, he slid in next to them and quickly picked up a tray.

you, being a few people behind him and having waited five minutes so far just to get to this spot, found it hard to tolerate the tall boy's actions.

"hey, Ruto! don't cut in line. head to the back, we've all been waiting for ages," you shouted, sternly.

Haruto threw you a glare, actually kind of scaring you.

"don't call me Ruto. only my friends call me that. and stop acting like we're close and you can order me around," he replied, returning to his food.

his voice was deep and his eyes looked at you from behind his lids. your heart raced out of probable fear the whole time he interacted with you but once he was gone, all you could do was scoff.

-

thud.

your hand slammed down on Haruto's desk. he woke up dazed but sat upright, somewhat fearing for his life.

"no one cuts in line and gets away with it," you grumbled.

then, you grabbed Haruto's water bottle and splashed some in his face. he was seething with anger.

"and this is for being so loud during class," you huffed.

Yoshi watched everything from the seat beside Haruto while holding back laughter, shocked at your attitude.

"do you think getting the top grades makes you all that?!" Haruto exclaimed while standing up, his voice cracking because of how angry he was.

everyone held back their laughter after hearing the pitch of his voice.

"shut up, all of you!" Haruto screeched before storming out of the class.

-

during phys ed class, two teams were formed for badminton.

"the class president and the student with the highest grades in this class will form the two teams. team captains, pick your teammates and then we can begin," the teacher explained, organizing the rackets and birdies.

you eyed Yoshi as he began to pick his teammates. Haruto. Jaehyuk. Jeongwoo. Asahi. all his friends. you scoffed and leaned against a net.

"if you don't get picked by Yoshi or if you simply don't wanna be on that team, come here," you said, matter-of-factly.

you were surprised to see a lot of people joined you. after dividing everyone into pairs to play doubles, you decided you would play singles, since there was an odd number of students.

when it was time to start, you waited at a net for your opponent. Haruto came marching over, looking relaxed but clearly bottling up some anger.

"did you wanna play against me or was it Yoshi's decision?" you asked, practicing swinging your racket.

"if i beat you today, you're gonna let me cut in line at lunch, let me be as loud as i want in class, and let me sleep whenever i want," Haruto said, serving.

"if i win then you stay quiet, don't cut in lines, and you owe me another wish that i haven't decided," you replied as you returned the serve.

Haruto faced sideways as he ran to hit the birdie, and you noticed his long locks in a ponytail. it's cute, you found yourself thinking.

"why do you get another wish and i don't?" Haruto complained.

"because you asked for three things and i only asked for two."

you smashed the birdie down while Haruto was giving you a confused look, earning you your first point.

the game continued, and even though the rest of your classmates were having fun and taking breaks, you and Haruto were taking things extra seriously.

by the end of the class hour, you had won by three points and Haruto's hair was stuck to his forehead. despite hating the mere sight of him, you still offered him some of your water.

"thanks," he said before chugging it down. you watched his adam's apple bob up and down... then realized he finished all your water and left none for you.

"Haruto!" you yelled after him.

he smirked and grinned at the ground while he walked away.

-

"so. i won the game, right? you're gonna be quiet in class, right?" you asked Haruto at his desk.

he glared at you slightly before replying, "yeah but you never said for how long. could be a minute. could be an hour. could be months."

he had his chin resting on his palm as he smiled up at you with a mischievous smirk.

"you know exactly what i mean and if you act up, i'm not helping you on our group project."

"group project?"

"class, today i'll be telling you about a new assignment. it's a group project and i used a random generator to decide the pairs," the teacher spoke up just then.

you smirked at Haruto this time, keeping eye contact as both of your names were called.

"Haruto and y/n will be together," the teacher said.

Haruto looked at you with disgust as you mouthed to him to stay quiet, or else you'd make him fail the group project. luckily, he did as he was told.

-

you waited for Haruto at a café. he was five minutes late and you were trying hard not to call him and yell at him as soon as he picked up. you did yell at him when he arrived, though.

"and where in the hell were you? the café's practically closing!" you huffed as the tall boy approached.

he didn't bat an eye as he sat across you.

"y/n, it's so busy. they're open for like 6 more hours, still," he explained, rolling his eyes at you while trying to hide a smile.

"whatever. anyways, do you have any topic ideas?"

"no. i thought you were deciding that, mx 'i get all the top grades'," Haruto joked.

you stuck your tongue out at him and pulled out your notebook. he was right, though. you actually had decided on some topics.

after choosing one and starting your research, dividing the work and starting the process, the two of you parted ways for the night.

-

on presentation day, Haruto was nowhere to be found. you called him about a hundred times, asked all his friends, but there was no trace of him. still, you had to present, so you tried your best. though, you could only present for 5 minutes instead of 10 since Haruto wasn't there to do his part, and the teacher told you you would lose marks for it.

and boy, did you lose marks.

you got a 25% out of 100%. in other words, a complete fail. even after pleading the teacher to understand the situation, they explained to you that rules are rules. if a partner is absent, thats 50% of your grade gone. and the other 25% was because you weren't able to properly present without Haruto, showing the holes in your knowledge.

"but i'm the top student! you know i know what i'm doing," you whined to the teacher.

"no exceptions, y/n. i feel bad, i really do, but there's nothing i can do," the teacher explained.

-

the next day, Haruto hobbled into class on crutches. you felt relief seeing his little ponytail bobbing up and down as he tried to walk to his desk. then, you felt anger.

"where the hell were you yesterday?" you growled at the boy, who had just managed to take a seat.

"do you not see i'm literally injured?" he said back with a frown.

"you could've told me, at least! or sent me your part so i could present it! i got a 25% because of you," you complained.

"it's just a grade, get over it."

Haruto's words were like a punch in your face. 'get over it'? how could you get over it when getting into your dream university was the only thing on your mind right now?

your eyes started to fill with tears. you were so full of anger you didn't know what to do, it felt like a kettle was boiling and whistling within but there was no way to remove it from the stove. so, you stormed off before you could even get the chance to cause trouble.

"hey, that was really harsh, Ruto," Yoshi quietly told his friend with a concerned look.

Haruto shrugged and rolled his eyes, but inside he was a bit worried. as much as the two of you were not on the greatest terms, he knew what he said was wrong. what he didn't know was how to make it right.

"go after them and apologize," Yoshi suggested.

Haruto didn't hesitate for a second before he got up and ran out of the classroom, trying to find where you ran off to.

after searching for some time, he slowed his steps when he heard quiet sobs coming from the empty music classroom. hoping it wasn't you, he slowly approached the class and peeked in through the slightly ajar door.

"y/n?" a deep voice called out your name.

you quickly wiped your eyes and looked up to find Haruto, a worried look on his face. vulnerable and exposed, you didn't know what to do.

"hey, y/n i'm sorry for what i said. that wasn't cool of me. and i'm also sorry i couldn't let you know i wouldn't make it to class. i'll try to explain to the teacher so just... please.. don't be sad," Haruto almost pleaded the last line. his heart was completely shattered seeing your puffy eyes and tear-stained face.

you took the hand that he extended out to you as he helped you stand up, and he walked you to the bathroom.

"wash up and come back to class, okay? but if you're not feeling well and want to go home, i can take notes for you," Haruto said.

"you? take notes?" you almost laughed.

Haruto smiled seeing you in a brighter state.

"yes, dummy. let me make it up to you," he said, ruffling your hair and walking away.

you could hear and feel your heartbeat, somehow missing Haruto's presence the second he turned his back on you. even though you were so angry just moments before, receiving such a sincere apology eased all your worries. you finally knew what to use your badminton wish on.

-

"here are the notes," Haruto said, placing a notebook on your desk.

you looked up with a grin as you opened up the green book, ready to make fun of Haruto's writing or unorganized notes. to your surprise, these notes were better than anything you could've taken.

"if i put effort into school, i could succeed. i just don't want to," Haruto said with a shrug before walking away.

"hey, wait!"

the tall boy turned to look at you, curiously.

"let me treat you to food.. for the notes," you explained.

Haruto told you it was fine and didn't matter, since the notes where to make up for him being absent for the presentation, but you persisted.

"this is my wish for winning badminton. let me treat you to a meal," you said with a smile.

"this is your wish?"

"yeah. now accept before i change my mind and make you wash my clothes or something."

-

"the teacher said we can present again after school in his office, so don't worry about the grade anymore," Haruto said, his cheeks full of fried chicken.

"what? why are you laughing?" he asked.

you took a photo and showed him, the way he had sauce smeared on his face, how his cheeks were full and his fingers messy.

"oh... well that's no fair. we both need to be messy to have fun when eating" he said, smearing sauce on your nose.

"hey!" you yelled, trying to get back at him before he apologized and wiped your face with a napkin.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry. eat comfortably!" Haruto said with a laugh.

once you paid for the meal and both of you left, Haruto showed you a café.

"if you've got nothing to do, shall we go there? their fluffy pancakes are so good," he said, excitedly bouncing around.

"if they're as fluffy as your hair then i'll go," you replied, ruffling his dark locks before running away.

Haruto laughed and chased after you.

at the café was when a mood change between the two of you first began. you felt more comfortable than ever with Haruto that day, wiping cream off each other's faces and complaining about teachers.

from then on, rather than glaring at each other and angrily cursing from afar, you were laughing at each other's jokes and bonding over music and tv shows. during lunch time when Haruto would lean in to steal a bite of your food, so close that you could boop his nose, it was hard to not notice the way your heart rate sped up.

even that night at the café after you parted ways, you were up all night sharing music with Haruto. so, when you both showed up to class the next morning with dark circles, you shared a knowing smile.

"Haruto, were you up all night gaming again?" Yoshi asked his friend.

Haruto shook his head, smiling dreamily in your direction. he was so excited for lunch time to come, not so he could nap, but so he could talk with you again. and as soon as the bell rang, he got up and raced to your desk.

"wanna eat together?" he asked.

Yoshi watched the interaction with an eyebrow raised, confused to see you leaving the classroom together.

it was like that for weeks. the two of you suddenly became inseparable. your friends became Haruto's friends and vice versa. they kept asking if you were dating, to which you'd shyly reply 'no', but you couldn't hide how much you enjoyed hearing their assumptions. at some point, you started to wish it was true.

you had always seen Haruto as attractive but since he started being nice to you, it was even harder to keep your eyes off him. was it how he'd run his fingers through his dark locks, only for them to fall in his eyes again? and how he'd grab the elastic around his wrist with his teeth so he could just tie his hair out of his face? was it smile, his little smirk where the corners of his lips would turn downwards as he grinned?

every time he wrapped his arm around your shoulders after he ran towards you in the hallway, every time he called your name, every time he sighed while you explained the lesson to him, every time he's smirk when you gave him a cola can for no reason, it was in those moments when you truly felt like yourself.

you were a lovefool for Haruto, but you were also the most y/n in his presence. little did you know, he was more than a lovefool for you, too.

well, you found out pretty soon when he asked you to listen to a song he liked during lunch one day. he was sitting in front of you while you sat at your desk, and you shut your eyes as he gently placed the earbuds in your ears. you nodded along and he watched your every move, his eyes sparkling because he was staring at the person he now loved the most.

the song was just another love song, but when you opened your eyes and saw Haruto greeting you with heart eyes, it felt different. the voice confessing their love for someone suddenly sounded like Haruto singing for you, and you grew so flustered that you had to rip the earbuds out of your ears.

"what happened, do you not like it?" Haruto asked, worriedly.

"no, no, i just.. earbuds give me a headache," you lied, convincingly.

Haruto nodded with a smile, asking about your real thoughts on the song.

"it's so sweet.. it makes me melt," you said, shyly.

slowly and cautiously, Haruto took your hands in his. your heart started beating faster and you looked around, but no one was watching.

"good, 'cause it's how i feel about you, y/n," Haruto said.

you gulped as your throat felt dry, and you felt like your heart was beating so fast it would burst out your chest. the only thing keeping you grounded was Haruto's hands in yours.

"i like you, y/n. can i be your boyfriend?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.

"say yes!" whispered Yoshi from two seats away, acting like it wasn't him when you glared at him.

you turned instead to Haruto and nodded. he whisked you out of your seat as soon as you did, running hand in hand with you in the hallways.

"i don't know where we're going, but if we end up at the snack bar then everything is on me!" he yelled, his voice cracking.

"everybody make some noise!!!" the host of the party turns up the music, blasting it so loud that the neighbors could hear. it would only be minutes before they start complaining about the disruptive noise.

you on the other hand have been doing your own thing for an hour or so. talking to friends, dancing, sipping on cup of alcohol that barely even got you buzzed but you're okay with that. ever since you got settled in, the mixture of the weed and vapes are making your stomach hurt and your friend can tell you're uneasy. the smell is a little too strong for your liking so your friend grabs your hand.

"here, let me take you upstairs." they walk you up the stairs and take you to the back room.

you walk in and turn on the light, making your way to a chair to sit on.

"make sure to not close the door all the way. it's jammed from the inside, but if you get stuck, call me." your friend says as they leave the door cracked before leaving.

a few minutes in the room and your feeling a little better, deciding to go back to the party and find your friend. as you walk closer to the door, you get startled as a random guy runs into the room and slams the door shut. the man is hyperventilating as he brushes the hairs back that's fallen in his face.

he finally looks up to meet your eyes. the only facial expression that he could read from you was distraught. he was confused until you opened your mouth.

"why did you close the door? the handle is jammed on this side!" you yell at the guy in frustration.

"shit. i'm sorry, i forgot! there was some drunk that wouldn't get off me and i just hid somewhere!" he panics. you walk towards the door and bang on it as hard as you could.

the boy kept tugging on the handle trying to see if he could break open the door but it was no use. you two were stuck in a random person's room at a party your friend dragged you to.

you tried calling your friend but there were no bars on your phone. the boy with you didn't have his phone on him, claimed to have misplaced it. a few minutes pass by and you came to terms with being stuck in a room with a stranger for who knows how long.

right now, you're playing with a small rubber ball on on the bed while the stranger is making random beats across from you on a sofa. you hear him vibing and humming softly, therefore you pause your actions and observe him. but that doesn't last for long until he feels your eyes on him.

"...am i bothering you?" he asks, stopping to look at you. you were so spaced out looking at him, you didn't even realize he was talking to you.

"huh? i'm sorry, what did you say?"

"is my humming bothering you? i'll stop if it's too loud." he responds.

"no, it's not. i was just distracted." you start playing with the ball again. the guy spoke up again.

"what's your name?" he asks.

"y/n. you?"

"hyunsuk."

"well i'm sorry we had to meet this way, hyunsuk. stuck in a room with somebody you don't even know." you sigh, pressing the back of your head against the bed frame.

"i actually find it kind of peaceful. i'm always around a bunch of people anyway."

"really?" you raise an eyebrow. "wow, i guess i read you wrong."

"i'm assuming you read me based off how i look?" he questions and you nod your head.

"what did you even think about me?" he smiles.

"i had a feeling that you were more outgoing and on the extroverted side. you seem friendly and according to the last 5 minutes of me being stuck in here, you're also a music lover. you also have a good sense of fashion but that’s just a bonus."

hyunsuk was surprised by your observation. "at least you didn't describe me as an asshole." he laughs. his voice seems more welcoming now that you're engaging a conversation with him. you chuckle at his response as you huddle your body up in the bed.

"but honestly, you did pretty good. you weren't too far off." he compliments.

"yeah i know." you smile. "i just picked up your vibe and went with it."

while he's talking to you, he finds your smile nice to look at.

"how about we keep talking to pass the time? maybe it'll fly by faster." hyunsuk suggests. you nod and ask him and start off with a non surprising question. "what's your favorite music to listen to?"

the boy looks up and taps his chin. "hmm that's a good question." he takes a couple seconds to think. "i would say i like most genres but hip hop is my favorite."

"interesting." you sat up and fixed your posture. you tell him your favorite music as well, he says that you have good taste which causes you to smile. hyunsuk likes seeing your smile, so he tries to make you smile as much as he can.

"okay, next question. what are your hobbies?" he found you intriguing. you answer him and tell him all the things you like to do and end it with that you like sleeping a lot. he laughs at the last part of your reply.

"that's kinda funny because i don't sleep as much as the average person." you raise your eyebrows and ask him why he doesn't sleep that much.

"well, music is everywhere around me. i write and compose songs, i dance, make my own music, and i love it so much that i wish there was more time in one day so i can keep going."

"you're actually saying 24 hours isn't enough time in the day?" a shocking look appears on your face.

"crazy, right?" he smiles and looks down.

"maybe a little, but it just means you're determined and love what you do. you found what to do with your life and you make it happen." you rest your hand under your chin and look into his eyes. he mummers a thank you and shies away from you.

you slowly start finding interest in him and found it quite fascinating how he found out what to do with his life already. his winsome personality makes you want to talk to him even more.

"have you ever traveled?" you continue on.

"yes, actually."

"where? everywhere?" you say sarcastically.

"somewhat." he chuckles. "i've lost count. i just recently came back from japan, though."

your eyes broaden. "wow you've been to japan? i've always wanted to go. i heard it's so beautiful."

"beautiful is an understatement." he walks over to sit beside you and you didn't mind. as he sat by you, you smelled his scent as it hits your nose, reminding you of strawberries as you smile to yourself.

"you should definitely visit sometime." he nudges your shoulder, your smile beamed once more.

you kept talking to hyunsuk for a while as the time passes by. you don't know if you've been talking to him for 30 minutes or an hour but the way he made your heart slightly skip as he flashed a smile or grazed your leg with his knee — whether it was on purpose or on accident — you wanted it to keep going. you were kind of into the conversation and small banter you two were having.

then all of the sudden, you hear muffled sounds from the other side. you raise up quickly and make hyunsuk slightly jump.

"wait, do you hear that?" you turn your head and walk to the door. you put your ear up against the door. hyunsuk follows your lead and put his against the door as well.

"there are people close by. we can finally get out!" you quietly shout toward him. "wait!" before you bang on the door, hyunsuk grabs your fist. you look at him in confusion, wondering why he would stop you from getting someone to open the door.

"actually, can we stay in here for just a few more minutes?" he looks into your eyes with such infatuation. you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"i just really really like talking to you..."

"...maybe we can stay in here for a little longer?" his hinting was vague, but sly enough for you to figure out what he meant.

you don't hesitate and lean closer to his face, grazing the bottom of his lip with yours.

he can already tell you're a tease as he smiles while your lips just barely touch his. he can't help but wait any longer. he pulls you into him as your lips connect for the first time.

the rush of adrenaline you have comes out of nowhere and takes over. you take him back to the bed and lay him down. you hover over him and press your lips on him again. the kiss had butterflies floating in your stomach. hyunsuk wrapped his hands around your waist and licked the bottom of your lip and slowly bit it, asking for more.

you slightly smirk and give back the same energy. his hands slide up your waist, pulling you in closer as you tug on his shirt. you part ways for a few seconds so he can give you the green light. he nods and you proceed to take off his shirt. then you target his neck, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he responds with a sigh and tightening his hands around you.

you don't think you have ever felt this way. the idea of you and him alone has you feeling driven, and you know it's not the alcohol because it's not even in your system anymore.

you kiss back up to his lips and a "please" escapes him. you take his hand and slowly drag it down your body until he touches the hem of your shirt. he helps you pull your shirt off quickly and throw it to the side. hyunsuk feels you up and down gradually as he kisses down your neck.

you make your way to his jeans and grab them until you hear the door open.

"y/n? are you still in here- wow." your friend came in and walked in on you and the shirtless man. hyunsuk's face is flushed all over while you were relieved and let out the breath you were holding onto.

"thank god it's only you, you scared the hell out of me." you press your hand on your heart.

"i see you got a little busy? sorry to ruin it but my mom is telling me i've got an appointment tomorrow morning so we gotta go." they flash a fake smile. "i'll let you say your...goodbyes." they leave the door cracked.

you turn back around to see hyunsuk putting his shirt back on. you internally pout and almost fail to recognize the redness covering his face. but then you let out a chuckle and grab his face. "are you blushing because of what happened before or after my friend caught us?"

"stop it." he smiles looking away nervously. he sees your shirt and holds it in front of you. "you're probably gonna need this."

"haha very funny." you both laugh as you stand up and put on your shirt and hyunsuk follows.

"well tonight was fun." you smirk, playing with his shirt that was once discarded from him.

"oh really? which part?" he bites his lips and he looks at yours. "all of it." you respond, giving him one last kiss before you go.

"just making sure it wasn't when you first yelled at me."

"what, did i scare you?" you ask. "no."

you raise an eyebrow. "maybe.." he mumbles. you laugh and grab a pen from beside you and write your phone number on his arm before heading out of the room.

"text me." you say as you leave and your friend rushes you down the stairs eye boggling you until you two reach a quieter place.

"hyunsuk? choi hyunsuk? you lucky bitch!" they yell. you laugh at their surprised, yet impressed expression upon their face.

"what about him?"

"what about him?! he's hot!" your friend lightly shoved your shoulder. "yeah, i guess he's nice on the eyes." you shrug.

"both of your shirts were off and now all you're saying is that he's nice on the eyes?'" they quote.

you admit he's really pretty and really nice to talk to. a whole different vibe from anyone you ever met, but you decided to keep that from your friend so you wouldn't get your hopes up.

"do you know anything about him..that i should know?" you ask, scratching your head trying to come off as nonchalant as possible.