#xh fluff

"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.

GUNIL 

It had been a long day, to put it nicely. You had held it in as much as you could, with small sniffles occasionally leaving you on the drive home, which you could easily pass off as allergies. Still, as you pushed your keys into the knob, you felt your chest tighten with that all-too-familiar feeling. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the feeling, pushing the door open.

“I’m home…” You called out, your voice a bit hoarse and raw. 

“Hey babe!” Gunil called back, his voice coming from the kitchen. You took a deep, shaky breath, shutting the door behind you, taking your shoes off, padding softly into the living room, sitting on the couch, and putting your head in your hands. You heard his footsteps get a bit closer, a small kiss being pressed on the top of your head as he made his way around to sit next to you.

“Woah, hey, you okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you, his hand finding its way to your knee. You nod your head, yes, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling and the sniffles from leaving your nose.

“You don’t sound very okay... What’s going on?” He said, rubbing your knee softly. 

"Nothing,” you said, trying to push it down, but he could see right through you. 

“Hey, look at me.” He said, tenderly, letting you take your time lifting your head. His heart ached when he saw the tears running down your cheeks, and he reached out, cupping your face with his hands. “Hey, there you are. What’s going on, pretty baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away your tears. His voice was soft, warm, and quiet. You shook your head softly, with more tears falling down your cheeks. 

“Long day?” He asked, letting you go through the motions while still trying to assess the situation. You nodded as he wiped a few more tears from your cheek. “Oh, my poor baby. Come here.” He said, pulling you into his chest, leaning back on the couch, shifting so you were lying between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and his found their way around your shoulders, letting you get it out, his hands occasionally rubbing your back or toying with your hair. After a while, when your soft sobs subsided and you were left with shaky but steady breaths, he patted your back softly. 

“Better?” His voice was still warm and soft, soothing your internal turmoil. You nodded, meaning it a little more than the first time he asked. He smiled softly, coaxing you to look up at him by putting his fingers under your chin. “How are you still so beautiful?” he asked, a small chuckle filling the otherwise silent room. You rolled your eyes playfully, adjusting your body so you could look at him properly. 

“You’re the beautiful one, you know. Taking care of me like this...” You said, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and admiration for him.

“Loving you is easier than breathing, sunshine. We can both be beautiful.” He said, his hand petting your hair softly. You smiled at the contact and his words, too exhausted from the day to fight back in your usual playful manner. 

“Come on, let’s go be beautiful together and get you something to eat and get you some water.” He said, before pulling you into a small, tender kiss.

JUNGSU

You didn’t mean to slam the door when you got home, honestly. Jungsu was in your shared bedroom, working on something on the computer, and if it hadn’t been for the reverb of the slam against the wall, he wouldn’t have even noticed you were home. Curiously, he took his headphones off and walked out to the living room, where frustrated tears streamed down your cheeks. The last thing you needed after today was the laces of your shoes to be knotted, yet here you were, trying to force them apart.

Without saying anything, he approached you softly, letting you know of his presence with a bit more weight, not wanting to scare you or make anything worse. 

“Do you need help?” He asked softly, squatting next to you, noticing the hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Everything in you wanted to say no; you wanted to be independent and have control of the situation. But even you knew when to give up. And so you nodded softly, letting yourself softly fall onto your butt onto the floor. He followed suit, sitting next to you.

“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to overstep. You nodded with a heavy sigh. He nodded back in acknowledgment, his fingers slowly and easily undoing the knot in your shoelaces, pulling your shoes off and putting them by the door next to his. You let out a small scoff, frustrated that you had let yourself get to this point. 

“Hey, no, none of that.” He said, hearing your scoff, as he helped you up to your feet. “Bad day, huh?” He asked, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“You have no idea.” You said into his chest. His lips found their way to your forehead, leaving a small, loving, lingering kiss. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, not pushing either way. 

“No, not right now.” You admitted, your arms finally wrapping around him. 

“That’s okay. What can I do for you, then, baby? Name it, and I’ll do it.” He said, his voice sincere and full of love. He always offered to do ‘anything’ but he always meant it, good days or bad. You hummed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. 

“Can we watch that movie I’ve been wanting to see? I saw that they put it on Netflix the other day.” You asked softly.

“Of course we can. Come on.” He said, without hesitating. He interlaced your fingers, dragging you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Get comfy; I’ll be back soon.” He said. Sure enough, no more than 20 minutes later, he came back with his arms full of sweets, popcorn he had popped in the microwave, water, and your favorite drink, just as a little extra treat. He settled in next to you, arranging the snacks in front of you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and pulling you close to him. “I love you; you know that, right?” He asked, planting a small kiss on your temple. 

“I do. I love you too; you know that, right?” You asked, mirroring his words. He laughed softly, kissing your temple again. He did know that, and even on your bad days, he felt it more than anything.

GAON

Gaon, ever the energetic one, never passed up an opportunity to greet you at the door whenever you came home; it didn’t matter where you came from. Be it work, out with friends, or just some time alone, he was always there waiting for you, ready to shower you in love and ask about how it went. So when you came home in tears, shoving past him wordlessly, he knew something was wrong—seriously wrong. 

“Wh- hello??” He said, watching you shove past him and walk directly into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. He stood there, bewildered for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. After a moment, he turned on his heels, following in your tracks and knocking on the door. “Babe?” He called through the door, his heart aching as he heard sobs wrack your body.

“Baby? Can I come in?” He asked again after a moment, listening intently. 

“It’s open.” You mumbled flatly into the pillow. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the scene in front of him. God, did it hurt his heart to see you like this. It was a rare sight. His lips curled into a small frown, and he stepped into the room, slowly walking over to you. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, his tone more worried than accusatory. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, or rather, not really being able to. Whenever you opened your mouth, another sob fell from your lips into the pillow, which only tugged at his heart strings. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, not wanting to overwhelm you but still wanting to be near you as much as possible. “Shh, it’s okay; take your time.” He said, his hand slowly coming down to rub your back, his thumb occasionally rubbing smaller circles in its trail.

“I’m just so tired.” You managed as your breath steadied, tears still falling from your eyes. 

“Emotionally or physically?” He asked while nodding his head in acknowledgment. You hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days, and while he took notice, he didn’t want to make you feel like he was controlling you by telling you to go to sleep at a certain time, the same way he didn’t want you doing the same to him.

“Both, I guess.” You mumbled. He nodded again, his hand rubbing up and down your back with a bit more pressure. 

“I get that. Do you wanna talk about it? Or just take a nap, and then we’ll talk about it later?” He offered, giving you the majority of the control in this situation. You didn’t have to answer verbally; your tugs on his arm were more than enough. He chuckled softly, lying next to you, pulling you flush against his body and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One hand continued to rub up and down your back at a slow pace, the other slowly raking through your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered as your breathing steadied, his whispers of love and safety lulling you into a much-needed nap.

ODE

If there was one person in the world who made you feel the safest, it was Seungmin. You had texted him before you headed home that today was just the worst; your lack of emojis really punctuated the severity. The drive home was silent save for your occasional sniffles and labored breathing, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the steering wheel. You just wanted to get home. 

And home was waiting for you. The second you pushed the door open, there stood Seungmin, arms open, waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, finally releasing all of the pent-up emotion from the day, clinging to him so hard that you were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back and the other carefully nestled in the nape of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible. 

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He said, walking the two of you over to the couch, taking small steps so you didn’t trip. He laid down carefully, making sure you were comfortable the entire time, his arms cradling you. You were his baby in every sense. He let you go through the motions yourself, laying beneath you as your rock, wiping your tears and whatever snot had come from your nose, his eyes never faltering in their pure adoration of you. 

When you had calmed down enough to talk without hyperventilating, he sat up, sitting you up with him, pulling you into his lap, pressing his chest against your back, and resting his head on your shoulder. “There’s my baby. I’m proud of you.”

“For crying?” You asked, scoffing just a touch.

“For letting me take care of you.” He said, his tone stern but loving. It’s not that you didn’t let him take care of you often—quite the opposite, actually. He was always doting on you, pampering and spoiling you. Still, he loved to remind you that he was thankful for the opportunity, grateful and appreciative that you let him in and let him help you as opposed to shutting him out, which would be much easier to do. 

You nodded at his words, acknowledging them. “Of course, I love you.” You said, your fingers tracing small shapes on his arms that had wrapped themselves around your waist.

“I love you too. So much.” He said into your shoulder, inhaling the lingering smell of your shampoo and conditioner on the ends of your hair. “You smell good.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a touch. You chuckled softly, much to his relief. 

“Thanks,” you said, leaning onto him again and letting out a long, shaky sigh. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that there were times you did and times you didn’t. He never pushed when you didn’t, but he would always sit attentively when you did.

You nodded. “I think so.” You said, getting comfortable in his lap. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, parting it, and then mixing it over and over. He knew you liked it but were too shy to ask for it, but the way you relaxed in his touch made him continue, occasionally pulling your hair into a braid or a ponytail before letting it fall again, all the while listening to you talk about what was bothering you and responding when he felt the need to. And so, the night went on like this until the both of you were too sleepy to keep talking but content enough to know that things were going to be okay as long as you had each other.

JUNHAN

Junhan was never one to pry, always giving you space when you came home from wherever you were, knowing you needed time to unwind from the world in a quiet place before you were ready to be loved on. But when you came home in near hysterics, he knew that he couldn’t sit there and watch. Still, he didn’t push. He watched carefully, assessing the situation and determining the right time to step in. 

That came when you dropped to your knees by the door a few moments later. He walked over to you quick enough to get to you but not fast enough to overwhelm you, kneeling by your side. 

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Can you do that?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Despite your hysterics, you nodded, finding some clarity and light in his presence. “Good, that’s my good baby. I’m here. Just listen. I’m gonna help you stand up, and then we can either sit on the couch, we can go lay down in bed, or we can do whatever works best for you. I’ve got you.” He spoke, his voice still calm and guiding. You nodded, gesturing your head to the couch as best you could. That’s all he needed. 

He stood first, offering both his hands to you and helping you stand up. His thumbs traced over your knuckles gingerly, his lips pressing into your forehead softly. “There you go; you’re doing so well. So so good.” He spoke, his voice quiet but firm. He led you to the couch, his hands never leaving yours. Once you were both sitting comfortably, he placed one hand on your back and one on your chest softly.

“Breathe with me.” He said, his words coming out as more of a gentle command than a question. He exaggerated his own breaths, taking large breaths in through his nose and exhaling them out of his mouth, guiding you to do the same. Once you got a steady rhythm, his breathing returned to normal, but he was still keeping a pace for you to follow if you felt yourself getting lost again. While you breathed, working through sobs and whines, his voice never faltered, the room filling with loving, grounding words. 

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you. In and out, there you go. So so good.”

His hands both rubbed in small circular motions, the one on your back going in one direction and the one on your chest going in the other direction, a small way for him to bring you back to the present, grounding you and reminding you that whatever had been bothering you was gone now; all that was left was you and him, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Once your breathing had returned to a normal, albeit shaky, state, he let his hand fall into your lap, grabbing your hand. 

“Is it a 'talk about it' problem or just a shit day?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Shit day.” You replied, your voice hushed, resigned. He hummed in response, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, applying some soft pressure. 

“Do you wanna go to bed and forget about it?” He offered, genuinely. As much as he would love to know what’s going on, knowing wouldn’t make it go away or not happen, and really, all he wanted was to be there for you. You nodded at his question, leaning over and leaving a small kiss on his cheek; it was your wordless way of saying, “I love you.”. 

He helped you to the bedroom, taking special care to help you undress and get into your pajamas, his fingers occasionally rubbing out tense spots on your body in passing. He let you sit on the bed, brushing your hair for you and bringing you whatever you needed from anywhere in the house. His whispers were never silencing, full of praise and love.

JOOYEON

It was no secret that Jooyeon was incredibly protective of you. So when you came home with tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears daring to spill over, his protective side took over immediately. 

When you pushed the door open with a heavy sigh, he immediately hopped up from the couch where he had been relaxing, waiting for you. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms squeezing your shoulders—admittedly a bit too much, but you didn’t care. 

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to do something? Talk to someone?” He said, his voice full of worry and a bit of anger. Not at you, of course; never at you. Still, the fact that someone or something in the world was out there hurting the love of his life was enough for him to be angry. His actions made you chuckle softly—a welcome new feeling from those that had plagued you throughout the day. 

“I’m fine… It’s just been kind of a bad day.” You said, downplaying the situation. Frankly, it was a classic case of Murphy’s Law—everything that could possibly go wrong today did, and then some. 

“You don’t sound fine.” He said, sternly, pressing his chin to the top of your head, trying his best to protect you from everything in the world outside of his embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was a sweet soundtrack of purpose and love. 

“I… I’m not. I will be.” You reassured him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to be taken care of, but you didn’t like worrying him, and you especially hated feeling pitied by him, despite the fact that he has never done that. He was your person, and you didn’t want to lose that. You wouldn’t, obviously, but the way the day had gone, you were preparing for it. “Just... please don’t leave.” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt. 

He pulled you away softly, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Why would I ever do that?” He asked, his voice now quiet as well, but serious. There were hints of hurt in his words, but there was a bigger part of him that knew this was just the bad day and anxiety talking, and not that you meant it.

You shook your head softly. “I dunno. I just... everything has gone wrong. It feels like one wrong move, and you’re gone too.” You admitted. His heart ached, and he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug. 

“Oh, my silly baby. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’m here; I’ve got you; I’m not going anywhere.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pushing you into him, trapping you in his warmth and safety. 

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small. 

“I promise, with everything in me. The only place I’ll ever go without you is the bathroom.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, despite how stupid it was, because you let out a genuine laugh—so much so that you couldn’t even fake a pout about it. 

“I guess I can live with that... Thank you for being here.” You said, your tone turning serious toward the end.

Gunil, Junhan, Jungsu

Legit would not notice. Like they wouldn’t think about it, there’s no standard way to sleep. Some people sleep naked, some people sleep in just underwear, some in pajamas or any other option. So seeing their girlfriend going to bed in a sports bra and sweatpants, they didn’t reflect on it. If that is what you want to sleep in, that is your choice, they are not going to object or argue. However during the night, they might feel that you’re quite cold and so they would go find another blanket so put over you, feeling a little nervous yet happy when you cozy up toward them. Only wanting you to be comfortable and happy. 

Gaon, O.De, Jooyeon

you heard footsteps slowly approaching you to your left, making you look up and lock eyes with an apologetic seungmin. “sorry it took me so long, i guess a lot of people wanted tteokbokki today.” the corners of his lips upturned, making your stomach do flips as if you haven’t been waking up to the same smile every day for the past six years. he plops down next to you, being careful not to drop any as he adjusts himself on the blanket.

“it’s okay,” you respond, smiling at him as he opens one of the containers and takes out a utensil from the picnic basket you both had packed the night before. “miyeon fell asleep while you were gone, though.”

he shrugs, placing a piece of rice cake on the plastic fork and smothering it in sauce. “here, have some.” you do as told, adjusting your daughter in your lap before leaning forward and taking the piece that was being fed to you. seungmin chuckles at your pleased grin, the sparkle in your eye asking for another piece. he did just that, adding two more pieces into the fork and feeding them to you carefully so as to not get any onto anything.

but you didn’t feel the sauce hit the side of your mouth at your second bite, making seungmin stare at you in awe for a few moments. tilting your head to the side in confusion, you swallow the tteokbokki as you match your husband's stare. you watch him as he grabbed a napkin and began wiping your mouth, watching the red sauce wet the napkin.

moments like this made you fall more in love with him than you already were. prior to meeting seungmin, you hadn’t felt a greater love than his. he was so caring, making sure you always felt so loved regardless of the bad nights you shared with one another. six years later and he still made you feel like you were still teenagers in love.

he noticed you staring, his toothy grin showing as his eyes scanned your features. “why is your face all blushing?” he double checked that he had gotten all the remaining sauce before tossing the napkin into the picnic basket, turning back to you and placing a small kiss to your cheek.

the heat in your cheeks rise as your eyes never leave his, moving your one hand to his and placing a chaste kiss to his lips as your thumb rubs small circles under his eye. his hand travels to your waist, gripping it gently as he sits down on his knees and moves closer to you. it isn’t until you both feel miyeon start moving in your arms that you both pull away, signaling that she’s coming out of her slumber.

Jungsu:

He’s an absolute sweetheart if you call him while he’s out and ask him for anything. He would take it in stride and pick them up, happy that you trust him to buy your pads/tampons. He would totally take it a step above and buy you flowers too!

When he gets home, he will do whatever it takes to make sure you’re comfortable. If you need anything, he’ll be on it. From dark chocolate to extra warmth he’s got it. 

Takes the utmost care for you and puts your comfort into account by putting on a romantic comedy [which you may still cry to– but he’s trying to prevent that]. So you guys can cuddle and you can rest and not worry about much more than your discomfort.

And whatever you need to make you comfortable: do you need a hot compress, a heated blanket, a cold glass of water, or simply want to be held? You best believe he’s on it.

For you, he is a ‘yes’ man and would make sure you felt as comfortable as you possibly could while on your period. He would kiss your temple at every instance and take care of your every whim throughout it. 

Jiseok (Gaon):

Whether he’s unsure or not about how to help, he wouldn’t let on to it in front of you [he is very much texting the older two who give him great advice]. 

He would definitely bring his assortment of jellies over and make you all sorts of teas and soups throughout your cycle because it makes him feel better, and he believes it’ll make you feel better. 

He is the type to play you slow songs [whether on guitar or through speakers], and when you were up to moving around, he would dance with you to them. Even if he isn’t an incredible dancer, he knows it makes you laugh, so he would do everything in his power to make you happy and feel relaxed. 

And when your body decided enough was enough, he would tuck you in. And take the utmost care and kiss your forehead before slipping into the covers next to you [Full-on cuddle bug time].

He may be a little awkward when buying you menstruation products but would do it with no qualms [even if his face was burning red as the clerk scanned it]. And he would buy you your favorite snacks and a teddy bear or two on top of it because you deserve to feel comfortable in every way. 

Seungmin (O.de):

He would take care of you and be very understanding of every emotion you felt. Even if you got angry at him, he would pull you to his chest and console you. 

Whatever emotion you’re going through-- he is readily prepared with the best comedy movies and three whole boxes of tissues. And a few pillows in case you feel like screaming into one [May not understand your mood swings but does his best to make sure you feel them]. 

He will rub your back and be very doting on you, even if he isn’t the overly affectionate type of person. He would totally get over it to take care of you. 

And when you finally settled and got comfortable, he would run his fingers through your hair to ease you into sleep. Then he would kiss the top of your head, and let you rest the day away. 

Absolutely would order your favorite foods from whatever restaurant you wanted and have the boys bring it to the both of you, so he wouldn’t have to move from your side. 

Hyeongjun (Junhan):

He’s not exactly sure what to do, but he decides it would be best to ask you what you need. And he would grab whatever you need [albeit a little awkward but nonetheless] and a few extra things to help. 

When he comes over, he would give you his bunny plush and allow you to hold them while you suffer through your cramps [It would make you cry tbh, that he is allowing you to have his favorite plushie in your time of need].

He would do his best to listen to you about whatever is paining you. And he would pull you into his chest and make sure you know he hears your woes. 

Totally would make you whatever you wanted as well, you ask for a full-course meal or just a snack, and he would make it the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. 

Even if he's in the middle of cooking, he'd drop everything if you whine out in pain to ensure you're okay. And give you some medication and kiss your nose before bringing the food he made to your bed and eating it with you [Given the chance, he would probably feed it to you as well].

Jooyeon:

I feel like he would be unsure what to do at first [being the youngest has its disadvantages], and he would ask Gunil for the best course of action, to be honest.

With some help from him and more advice from the other four, he would bring over dark chocolate, an extra blanket, and some movies he knows you enjoy. 

He would do everything to make you happy, even if it’s just as simple as staying beside you. 

He would be a little awkward but would power through it [like Jiseok had]. And would hold your hand and kiss you better even if the boys were around because you mean more to him than his ego ever will. 

Of course there were times when he “acted his age” and showed that he was a mature adult who could have serious conversations and make you feel heard and understood at a deeper level. But then you’d have times where you’d simply look at him and your heart melted at the way his eyes shone with stars and seemed to hold depths of wonder or love that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. This was one of those moments.

Cooking up dinner for Jungsu was a weekly ritual— most nights you had leftovers or takeout because you were both so busy, but one night a week you made sure to cook him something nice and he made sure to be home on time to eat it with you. He always made up for it over the weekends by making you breakfast in bed when he didn’t have to be at the company as early.

Today was meant to be a night that Jungsu came home and had a home cooked meal with you. Usually, he would come home just in time to eat— it was like magic, how he seemed to always arrive just as you placed the last dish on the table. Instead, as you pull ingredients from the fridge, your favorite playlist trailing from your phones speakers, the front door swings open with a light bang. You peek around the corner to spot Jungsu, propping his body against the wall as he struggles to take off his shoes in the entranceway.

You notice him begin to tilt forward and you dart towards him just in time to wedge your arms in the way to brace his fall. You huff as you catch his weight, lowering him to sit on the lip of the entryway so you can help him out of his shoes. Once you slip his slippers on, you lift him to his feet, sniffling slightly, and you finally notice how warm his body is against yours.

“Oh Jungsu, darling, are you sick?” You speak more to yourself than him as you guide him towards your bedroom. Despite that, he groans softly, his head hanging down to look at the floor as he stumbles along beside you.

He had left before you woke up this morning, so you don’t know how he felt when he had gone to work, but guessing by how terrible he seems to feel at this moment, you assume that he was already fighting whatever this is when he woke up. Despite how much you often admire his work ethic, he truly threatens his wellbeing at times, working even when his body needs the rest.

As you finally make it into your bedroom and approach your bed, you reach out a hand to tug back the comforter. When it’s far enough from the pillows, you lower Jungsu’s body onto the mattress, tugging off his shoes and tucking his feet under the blanket. His eyes are closed and his breath whistles as he exhales deeply at the sensation of the soft mattress against his back.

As you pull the blanket over his body, you press the back of your hand to his forehead. It’s clammy and warm, a definite sign that he has a fever, which was undoubtably made worse from working in the small band room with the rowdy other members. You loved them all, but other than Gunil, those boys were mostly in their own (very loud) worlds. You don’t doubt that Gunil just realized Jungsu was ill and made him go home early.

“Darling, you really should have stayed home if you weren’t feeling well.” You gently reprimand and you drag your fingers gently down his cheeks to show him that you mean only the best by your words.

He reaches up to hold your hand, his palms just as sweaty as his forehead as he pulls your hand to his lips so he can grace your knuckles with a soft kiss.

“It was only some sniffles. I didn’t know it would get this bad.” His voice is strong, despite the wheezing nature of his breaths as he sighs again. His eyes open, his eyebrows lifting as he looks to you with an adorable pout. “I’m sorry I’m sick on dinner night.” His eyes begin to shine and you quickly shush him, reaching to kiss his forehead in reassurance.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll go make you something to make you feel better, you just lay here and rest a bit. We can eat in bed today.” You brush a hang through his damp hair, smiling at him as he slowly closes his eyes again. He mumbles a barely coherent affirmative and thanks as you can see his body relax into a state of rest.

You smile at him, even though he can’t see you, before you turn from the room. You were planning on making a fried rice recipe, but now, you don’t think that would be the best thing for Jungsu in his state of illness. You dunk your head into the fridge to look at what you have as options to make him that might help. You have some left over broth from a previous soup recipe that still had a week before it expired, and you have plenty of vegetables that were going to go into your rice that would work in a soup instead. You begin pulling things from the fridge, returning other ingredients you don’t need.

You continue playing your playlist, although at a lower volume in case Jungsu calls to you for something he needs. You begin cutting up the vegetables for the soup, pouring them into a large pot over heat to cook before adding in the broth. As you wait for the broth to boil, you fill a glass with cool water and some Tylenol for the fever to bring to Jungsu.

He was asleep when you enter the room, so you decide to place the glass and pills on the table beside him. You make a mental note to have him take them before he begins to eat, but you know he needs the rest while the food cooks, so you quietly exit the room to check on the progress.

The food takes a little while longer to cook than you were hoping— after another 20 minutes, the food is finally finished. While it was cooking, you placed some rolls into the oven to toast to go on the side. You ladle soup into two bowls, place them onto a tray-table along with the slices of bread, some napkins, spoons, and your glass of water. You turn off the music and slide your phone into your pocket before you gently lift the heavy tray, afraid of spilling any of the hot liquid onto yourself.

Slowly shuffling your way down the hallway, you focus heavily onto keeping the tray level. It takes you twice as long making it to the bedroom as it usually would, but you manage to make it and place the tray on your bedside table without making a mess. You go back to Jungsu’s side of the bed, resting a hand on his shoulder to nudge him out of his rest. You hate to wake him when he’s so sick, but you know that he’ll heal better if he gets some protein in his system too.

He hums as he opens his eyes, a hand coming up to rub at them sleepily like a small child.

“The food is done, and I have some medicine you should take.” You whisper. You don’t need to stay quiet, but something about his puffy, sick face and his shiny, tired eyes make you want to be as small and quiet as possible. You want to be as non-disruptive as you can be tomorrow.

He yawns widely before beginning to sit up, pulling the blanket up to his chest as he settles back against the pillows and headrest comfortably. You grab the pill and water, handing both him as he smiles at you. He takes the pill, handing you back the water and looking towards the food.

“That smells amazing, sweetie. I’m sorry you had to change your meal last minute.” He seems to be pouting a lot tonight, but his illness definitely accounts for his childish, under-the-weather behavior.

“Don’t apologize! This soup is better for the cloudy weather we had today anyway.” You try to lighten the mood with a light joke, taking his water with you back around the bed.

You place it onto the tray before you climb into bed beside him. You pull the tray into your lap, angling your body so your upper-half faces him. You smile at the boy beside you, his hair a mess from his nap, but his eyes more alert as they find yours.

“Let’s get some food into you before bed. How does that sound?” You say, reaching for one of the spoons without breaking eye contact from him. He nods, a smile splitting his face as he looks to where your hand as successfully found the spoon without burning yourself on the still hot bowls.

You turn to look as you dip the spoon into the first bowl of soup, lifting it up gently to not spill. You hover a hand beneath it as you gently blow on the warm broth before bringing it to Jungsu’s lips.

He opens his mouth gratefully, closing slowly around the warm metal. His eyes close as he hums at the taste and warmth of the soup, pulling back so the spoon slides from between his lips as he swallows what you’ve fed him.

You place his spoon down and grab your own, repeating the process with yourself. You don’t know what warms your bones more, the homemade food before you or the gentle look in Jungsu’s eyes as he watches you go to grab his spoon again.

You rationalize that despite him feeling sick, he is fully capable of feeding himself. He is a grown man, and not some small child, but this small form of help makes you feel like you’re doing more for him than you know you are. Something about taking the time to carefully bring spoonfuls of the soup to him makes you feel better about the situation. You can’t do much for him while he is sick; his body is the real fighter, defending him against whatever illness is plaguing him at the moment. But to bring him medicine, make him food, and (as odd as it might feel for a moment) helping him to eat so he can rest makes you feel like you are helping, even just slightly.

The fact that Jungsu seems to almost anticipate this from you helps to calm any anxiety you have about coming across as odd. Jungsu doesn’t reach for his spoon or bowl, even during the breaks of you taking a spoonful of your own soup for yourself. He waits, hands folded in his lap, a look of content on his face as he grins at you.

Eventually, both bowls are empty and you’ve finished the slices of toast as well. You move the tray onto the table beside you, intent on standing to bring them to the sink and prepare yourself for bed. However, as you go to roll over, Jungsu’s arms, surprisingly full of strength again after his rest, reach out to wrap around your waist, pulling you back against the bed and his body.

You know you should probably stay in the guest room, away from the sick boy beside you, lest you get sick as well. But the warmth radiating from his body and the way he nuzzles his face into your shoulder loosens up your muscles and stops any will you have to fight him.

Despite how gross you felt from not getting ready for bed, you were glad you had changed into leggings and washed your face before Jungsu had gotten home. You often do, so that you don’t feel gross from your long days while you’re home enjoying time with your boyfriend.

He sighs deeply and you can feel his body relax as you welcome into your arms as well. He presses himself against you further, if that were even possible, and you mentally laugh at the fact that Jungsu truly becomes a baby when he’s feeling under-the-weather. You run your hand through his hair, lightly scratching your nails against his scalp. He hums at the feeling, his arms going limp slowly as he begins to slip into sleep.

You close your eyes as well, feeling your own body follow Jungsu’s lead and relaxing into the bed below you, holding Jungsu against your body gently.

It wouldn’t be the first time Jungsu gets a higher score than you but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. You went to college fully expecting to have /the/ college experience and get out of it with enough credits and experience to become a renown producer but all the universe had to offer you was stress and a pain in the ass called Kim Jungsu. 

You two didn’t really start off on the wrong foot. You could appreciate his vocal technique and he could appreciate your production knowledge. However, everything came crashing down the first individual project you had.

Somehow, he got a higher score than you and you’re convinced he bribed the teacher. Not only that, but the blonde had a sickeningly annoying smirk on his face, way too proud of having gotten a score five points higher than yours.

It wouldn't have been a big deal, but if you submitted it as an entry for this competition besides handing it in as an assignment and got the highest grade, the piece would play at this one festival you've been wanting to make music for for YEARS. 

Being competitive, especially in this field isn’t a new concept to you. It’s a harsh world out there and these days everyone thinks they can make it big in music, but that didn’t mean seeing the way he quietly smiled to himself after getting the score didn’t make your blood boil because his bit got selected. Since that day, you promised yourself to never let that man get that look on his face ever again. 

Jungsu seemed to have the idea of making sure to make your life a living hell because ever since that day, you’ve been seeing him around more and more. It started with him also taking one of your audio engineering classes, which made no sense for his degree since he was focused on piano and voice. That’s when you knew he simply wanted to see you suffer and that is when, in your eyes, he declared war. 

You were always an overachiever and you had to practically beg your parents to let you study music and the only reason they even agreed was because you promised to be the best in your class and Jungsu was interfering with that promise. 

Sadly, escaping Jungsu was /impossible/. He was present at half of your classes and as if that wasn’t enough, last trimester he also joined two of the clubs you were in. Why does he even need vocal training?? He was already one of the best singers on campus!! 

“You know, I still think you’re being overly dramatic.” Your friend shrugs, munching on his food.

“Dramatic??? Did you not see the sticky note??” You widen your eyes, making Jiseok laugh.

“Y’know, maybe he likes you! He took the time to draw you something!” He grins, wincing when you smack his head.

“Whose side are you on?” You scoff, eating annoyed.

“Jooyeon’s.” Jiseok says seriously, hugging his friend’s arm, before the other pulls away.

“I hope you know that silence is also an answer. Silence /is/ siding with the enemy.” You squint, pointing your chopsticks at him.

“Woa woa, don’t get /me/ involved. I’m just here to eat and be peaceful and happy, you people will not drag me into your academic war.” The younger puts his hands up in defense, before stealing a piece of food off your plate.

“I’m pretty sure that only applies to real war…” Jooyeon frowns, making you scoff again.

“What is she doing?” Jooyeon whispers to Jiseok, looking at you weirdly as you stare at Jungsu with a death stare as he simply smiles and blows you a kiss.

“This /is/ real war.” You say, and as if on cue, Jungsu walks into the cafeteria with his best friend, Seungmin and a few of his classmates. Seungmin was a music engineering major student, but unlike his demon of a friend he was /nice/ and he was /normal/.

“I think she’s putting some ancient curse on him again, we should go before she does the same with us, last time i got diarrhea for a week.” Jiseok says, before grabbing his bag and leaving once the bell rings.

The only class that made you feel absolutely relaxed and at peace, disturbed by the badly toned blonde. However, you can’t completely complain since you were at least not seated together. It was one of the very few classes you weren’t. It used to be like this in music theory too, up until a few weeks ago when one of your classmates dropped out and the teacher argued that people should come to the front to really pay attention, before moving you, who were peacefully sitting in the third row, in your ex classmate’s place. Right. Next. To Jungsu.

“Fakes.” You scowl, getting to your next class. The good thing is that you had music production and you not only loved this class, but were also the best in the class. The bad thing was that for some ungodly reason, Jungsu was there too. Without skipping. Not even one singular day. Ever. 

It was as if the more you tried to get away from him, the more the universe pushed him in your direction. Actually, you’re not sure if it was the universe or the Devil himself, but you were far more inclined to say the latter. Especially since you two were now having a full debate in composition class.

“I’m just saying that adding a fifth here would be the logical cou-” You start, but get interrupted by Jungsu by a roll of his eyes.

“It would be the boring solution. If you really wanted to keep the listener on their toes you should add a seventh and then the resolution.” 

“If you add the seventh it would be repetitive with the chorus.” You scoff, crossing your arms as he raises his eyebrows.

“And if you add a fifth it would be repetitive with the bridge. It’s a verse, not a break.” He retaliates, everyone in class keeping quiet while looking between you two. 

“Okay well since both of you have valid points, how about you both try out your way and come back tomorrow with a bit and we’ll decide then.” The teacher tries to control the situation and luckily, the bell rings.

You grab your bag, annoyedly exiting the class while brushing past Jungsu and heading for the vending machine to grab yourself some coffee. You try to pay but the money wouldn’t get in no matter how many times you try, resulting in the machine returning your change all over again. The day was already not great and there were only two cans of your favorite drinks left so you had no time to go ask Jiseok for some change or his card.

You groan, slightly shaking the machine to no avail, before you feel a taller man from behind you place his card on the scanner and suddenly, the two cans fall, making you turn around to see Jungsu in his annoying clear glasses and jacket, standing there with a small smile.

“Lucky me, almost got left without a drink.” He sighs, crutching down and grabbing the two cans. You blink at him a few times about to open your mouth to ask for one in exchange for the money but before you could, he goes on. “Tsk I feel so bad for whomever is going to wanna buy a drink but there won’t be any left.” The blonde purses his lips mockingly, opening one can and drinking from it while putting the other one in his jacket and walking away. 

You whine annoyedly, gently hitting your head against the machine a couple of times. You have a change of heart and decide that instead of crying about it, you’ll /do/ something about it.

“Kim Jungsu!” You yell out after the man, walking up to him in a hurry, the other turning and looking at you confused. “Give me my drink you jackass!” 

“/Your/ drink? Last time i checked, i paid for this one..aaannnd this one.” He smiles, patting his pocket, quickly pulling away when you reach for one of the cans.

“Oh come on, you don’t even /drink/this?” You whine, not giving up, but cross your arms when he holds one above his head and the other inside his jacket with a secured grip.

He continues, getting closer to whisper. Your eyes close to twitches but when the blonde gets closer to whisper, mouth covered by the hand that was once holding the can in his pocket, you grin before quickly putting your hand in his pocket and taking it, running away. 

“I’LL PAY YOU IN THEORY CLASS…MAYBE!!!” You scream, making sure you’re not followed before blinking a few times, noticing how strangely light the can feels so you stop in your tracks and notice the empty open can in your hand. “No way.:” You whisper, dumbfounded at how far ahead Jungsu thought. 

That’s when you feel your body be slightly pushed forward as someone wraps their arm around your shoulder, a chuckle escaping their lips. That’s when you hear the blonde say “You’re like a crack addict with these drinks.” before grabbing the empty can and replacing it with the open one. 

“I don’t want your saliva, I don’t know where your mouth’s been.” You scrunch your nose but widen your eyes, reaching for the can when he tries to pull it away, gripping it for dear life with a scoff. “Whatever.” 

Jungsu chuckles amused, ruffling your hair before leaving. “Goodluck tomorrow with the composition, you’ll need it.” 

“i’M THE BEST IN THAT CLASS!” You argue and the man simply waves you off, turning for a second to reply “For now!!” before walking away. You roll your eyes and stare at the can for a few seconds, debating whether you should drink it or not, considering Jungsu could’ve poisoned it for all you know but eventually decide to drink it since you really needed /something/ good to happen today and if you die that will only mean you will no longer have to deal with that demon man.

That night, you stay up until four in the morning to make sure that your composition is perfect and make sure there is no way in hell-

“Do you guys think I can smuggle some drugs in his backpack and frame him so he’d be forced to drop out?” You ask absentmindedly, walking down the hallway with your friends, earning a very concerned look from the both of them.

“Jungsu’s works better in this case.” The teacher says the next day, and you aren’t sure whose head you should rip off first. Jungsu smiles to himself from the opposite chair, giving you a quick wink. You close your eyes exhaling and for a brief second you blissfully forget of his existence. That moment sadly soon comes to an end when you have to open your eyes to head to your next class. A Jungsu free class. Your favorite time of the day.

“I think you should stop watching so many crime shows.” Jooyeon says, to which Jiseok nods his head. 

“Have you considered that maybeeee you simply found someone as competitive as you? And there’s really nothing else to it?” Jiseok suggests, earning a raised eyebrow from you. “When I started guitar and I saw this dude in my class, Hyeongjun, I wanted to gauge my eyeballs out because of how good he was and how shitty it made me feel but now we’re super close. I even had dinner with his parents last week, and we’re /both/ at the top of our class.” He finishes, and you hate that he kind of has a point. 

“It’s either me watching other people committing crimes or committing the crimes myself.” You reply, walking to your usual spot on the grass and sitting with your back against a tree. “I just don’t get what he gets out of being so annoying.” 

“Yeah, maybe instead of thinking of him as an enemy you could think of him as a companion, growing together type thing.” Jooyeon nods, to which you scoff.

“The only thing I wanna grow is bigger muscles to challenge him to a physical fight. He’s too cocky to even be a companion, he breathes and lives off making me miserable. Pretty sure he has a sadistic kink or something.” You scoff again, groaning while resting your head against the tree. “And it’s not as easy as you guys make it seem, we’re too different to even agree on one singular chord, what makes you think we’ll be able to work together?” 

“You know, you should stop trying to run away from him this much, maybe that’s exactly why the universe keeps throwing him in your way.” Jiseok hums, eating some chips.

You’d like to think that those exact words are what caused the domino effect. You’d like to blame Jiseok for everything that happened from that day forward. Like the fact that after a few days someone was throwing a party and since you needed to loosen up according to your friends you agreed to go, only to be met with Jungsu dancing a few feet away from you. Or the way you almost broke your neck the next day trying to reach for the last bowl of your favorite dish at the cafeteria as the other was also speeding towards it. 

After a week or so, you finally took your exam and were waiting for the grading. To your surprise, the teacher was quick to grade and the planets must finally have aligned. 

Things were good. Too good. That, until you were told to compose a piece that would combine two completely opposite music styles into one and thankfully, you were not paired with Jungsu. However, after a few days, you were starting to wonder if it was really a blessing or a curse because your partner was absolutely useless. You tried to contact him multiple times but the guy would barely answer and all of his ideas showed he got in thanks to daddy’s money. 

“97.98. ” He says, smugly showing you his grade. You chuckle to yourself, holding back a smile before sliding your paper to him, letting him see your full 98 points. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The man scoffs, taking the two papers and comparing them annoyedly. After that, the next two weeks went smoothly. Too smoothly. You got the upper hand, the teachers liking your ideas more than his, getting better grades and always being lucky enough to be able to buy your favorite drink. 

Jungsu wasn't doing any better. “Oh come on, you said that yesterday too.” He groans, looking at his partner from his seat, the two arguing about the many excuses she put for why she hasn’t been able to practice. 

You tried to give your partner the benefit of the doubt but after a week has passed, you couldn’t take it anymore and decided to go and talk to your teacher since this assignment was like 60% of your grade. 

“You know, it’s actually such a coincidence, I had someone else want to switch partners too. You both seem to be in a similar situation, i’ll allow it since I know you two are hard working.” The music theory teacher nods and you close to cry in joy. 

You rush to one of the music practice rooms since apparently your new partner was already there, and you feel your heart pump in your chest with excitement knowing you will finally be able to catch up to work. 

That excitement is soon replaced with annoyance when you see Jungsu’s stupid shit eating grin as soon as you enter the room. “No way.” You groan, to which he simply laughs.

“You’re such a stalker weirdo.” He shakes his head playfully, setting up his piano. You put your bag on the floor. 

“I’m actually waiting for my new project partner.” You say, taking out your notepad, refusing to acknowledge the current events.

“Well I have great news for you.” Jungsu hums, fixing the height of the chair.

“You’re finally dropping out?” You mumble, writing on your notepad. 

“You know what, whatever. Fine. Just- don’t get in my way.” You threaten, pointing your pen at him, as he takes the chair and sits in front of you. 

“You have the privilege to work with me. One on one!” The blonde smiles, to which you roll your eyes, putting your notepad over your face with a groan. 

“You’re so boring ohmygod…” You gasp, shaking your head. “That’s been done already, it was a whole trend in 2020. We should try rock and jazz.” At that, the blonde blinks at you dumbfounded.

“It’s a group project. Now stop being so dramatic we don’t have a lot of time left.” Jungsu scoffs, taking his notepad out. “I was thinking of traditional Korean and pop.”

“Jazz?? Do you have any idea how hard it is to do jazz on the piano???” He says scandalized.

“Oh, is there finally something the great Kim Jungsu can’t do?” You gasp, widening your eyes, teasingly covering your mouth in shock. 

“Maybe if you knew a bit of music theory you’d be aware of it. Trust me, you don’t wanna get into that, we barely have three weeks for the project. If we fuck up with the jazz we’re pretty much dead.” 

A few hours passed by and the only thing you and Jungsu were able to agree on was on the fact that you were both hungry and tired, but you really needed to figure out the concept by tomorrow because you had a lot of work to catch up with. So, when the blonde starts dozing off, hand on his cheek while sitting behind the piano, you decide you should grab some food. 

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Jungsu grins, to which you simply roll your eyes, grabbing your backpack and exiting the practice room, leaving the boy running to catch up to you. You two go to a restaurant near the campus and order some food, knowing you’ll think more clearly with a full stomach. 

Jungsu, being the annoying man he is, stole the piece of meat you just fried, resulting in you reaching out for it to take it from his plate, but before you could, the blonde shoves the food in his mouth, munching proudly. You groan exasperated, squinting. 

“Rock paper scissors the loser pays.” If he wanted to be stupid and compete even for food then so be it. 

“Rock paper scissors!” The taller says, putting out rock as you put paper and you grin excitedly, ordering five more side dishes and two more drinks. Jungsu curses with a scoff and stops stealing your food, in fear that you might simply order more. “Don’t you have morning classes tomorrow?” The man raises his eyebrow as you drink some more Soju.

“Shhhhhh, helps me think.” You slur, putting your index over your lips. The other looks at you amused, letting out a hum. You weren’t necessarily a light weight but being tired and hungry combined with the bad sleep you’ve been getting lately wasn’t exactly a good combo. Next thing you know, after a bottle of Soju, your head was resting on the blonde’s shoulder, arguing that it’s the least he could do. 

“You trust me so much you get drunk around me?” He teases, earning a playful smack on his chest from you as you make an annoyed noise. 

“You’re just conveniently here and your shoulder is comfortable.” You mumble with your eyes closed, hugging his arm as he keeps eating. Jungsu brings a piece of meat to your lips and you’re too tired to argue that you’re not a baby so you simply let him feed you. 

“You’re cute when you’re drunk.” The boy smiles, drinking. 

“M not drunk-” You slur, raising a finger matter of factly but drop it back on your lap since it was too much work. “You’re cute when you shut up.” You finish, reaching for another glass, complaining when Jungsu takes the drink from your hand, drinking it instead.

“No more, i’m gonna have to carry you home at this point…” The man scoffs, patting your back. “C’mon, we should leave.” 

“Noooooooooo….the song. Need a decision!” You whine, pulling him back down. The older man groans, throwing his head back.

“Even if we make a decision now you’re just gonna yell at me tomorrow and say I made it up.” Jungsu argues, rolling his eyes, blinking twice when you shush him by putting your finger over his lips.

“Why are you always such a bitch…you’re not better than me!” You say annoyed, squinting at him. You hear the other let out a laugh, before flicking your forehead gently. 

“I have perfect pitch so technically, I am.” 

You look at the man, cupping his face while squinting and scowling. “You have the perfect face to be punched.” Jungsu however, instead of looking threatened, smiles at you with squished cheeks, scanning over your face. 

Weirdly enough, it felt like the first time you truly got to look at him. The way his eyes had a certain glint in them, the way his lips were puckered pink, the way his front teeth were slightly crooked. You knew you were staring but it was hard not to. He looked…beautiful. 

You let out a small breath, admiring his features for what seems like forever and lucky Jungsu doesn't seem to mind the fact that your faces are inches away from each other. You see his eyes travel to your lips and you feel a weird pang in your chest but before you could make fun of him or embarrass yourself further, the noise of a glass breaking on the other side of the room makes you two flinch away, clearing your throat.

That and him taking you home is all you remember from that night, because the next thing you know you are being woken up by your very annoying alarm. You were too embarrassed to bring up the night before to Jungsu and luckly he said nothing about it, instead focusing on the project. And when the argument about the styles you’ll do comes up, you get to an agreement of doing a mix of funk and classical. 

“So you two went on a date.” Jiseok smirks, wincing when you smack the back of his head.

“It was a business work school project type outing. I’d rather gouge my eyes out before going out with that dude.” You scrunch your nose, looking at the way Jungsu was smiling at whatever one of the girls in his class was telling him before he rested his head on the locker with a lazy smile while taking the notebook from the girl’s hands. “Annoying.” You scoff, turning the other way. 

Jiseok and Jooyeon gave each other a knowing look before following you in class. This class was the only class that you all four had at the same time and to say those two idiots had a blast seeing you and Jungsu argue over even the most basic concepts is an understatement.

You take your usual spot next to what was supposed to be the seat of one of your very nice smart and friendly classmates, but instead of your usual seatmate, you see Jungsu walk in with his stupid denim jacket and messy hair, nodding at the girl before taking a seat next to you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask annoyed, scooting further from him in your seat.

“Can't see the board well.” He replies simply with a sleek smile, taking out his notebook. 

“Annoying /and/ blind.” You whisper to yourself, searching inside your bag for the textbook, closing your eyes tightly with a sigh, realizing you must've forgotten it at home. 

That's when Jungsu pushes his book towards you so it's in the middle of you two, without looking at you. You purse your lips. Your heart beats faster. You don't thank him.

You quietly read over the exercise, and when you glance at the other briefly, you catch him looking away as he was also looking at you. “Weirdo.” You whisper, ignoring the weird feeling in your stomach.

“Okay class, time for a small debate.” The teacher says, and at this, yours and Jungsu's heads shoot up. 

“Oh this is gonna be good.” Jiseok smiles to himself crossing his arms. Fast forward five minutes, and you and Jungsu had to be put in two different sides of the room for everyone's safety.

“You both made good points.” The teacher nods, moving on with the material. 

You two look at each other dumbfounded, blinking fast before Jungsu asks “Wait then, who won???”

“Hm? Oh, no one.” The teacher smiles, earning an amused chuckle from the class. “Sometimes debates don't have a winner. Just two different opinions and arguments. Both correct and both valid.” 

You open your mouth in betrayal, and see the way Jooyeon covers his mouth trying not to laugh at yours and Jungsu's faces. You look at each other again, scoffing before looking away and writing down whatever the teacher was saying. All that effort for nothing.

“I'm telling you she did it on purpose. This has got to be some sort of abuse of power, she could get thrown in Jail for this.” You scoff, munching on your food as Jiseok looks at you smiling.

“Ah yeah, truly a hideous crime to get a kick out of you and Jungsu being idiots.” The boy nods, taking some food off your plate. 

“How did you two even get to this point?” Jooyeon asks, confused.

“Jungsu got a better grade than her last year and she got pissy.” Jiseok chews on his food and you have to hold yourself back from slapping him.

“It's not like he won fair and square.” You cross your arms, to which the other raises his eyebrows.

“He wasn't even gonna present his piece for the festival he was just going to turn it in as a regular assignment but he heard I will and decided to be annoying and presented it. And he won because he's a man and women producers are not valued enough in the Industry.” You finish, pushing your empty tray away. 

“Didn't Jungsu start production only this year?” Jooyeon frowns, and your eye twitches.

“That's the point, genius. He stole her shot without even being enrolled in the production class. It wasn't a requirement to be part of the class to present your work but everyone knew if you were you'd have a better shot at being selected. She had all the odds in her favor, and he still somehow beat her to it.” Jiseok explains, making the other let out an impressed noise and you staring at them unamused.

You stare at Jungsu eating with your arms crossed, hoping he mistakenly chokes on his chopsticks, before you're pulled out of your trance by Jiseok's voice.

“Did you guys start packing for Singapore already?” You turn your head at him with a frown, before widening your eyes. “You forgot???”

“The shared project with Jungsu has been eating me alive for the past week…” You groan, letting out a sigh. 

The music department decided to take a one week trip to Singapore and meet up with some of the most known professors and professionals so you could get a taste of what it's like working in the field and you /were/ looking forward to it. Everyone from all the different majors would be there: vocal, instruments, production etc. You were going to make sure the people there will be so impressed with you that they'll practically /beg/ you to work for them, not Jungsu.

“What's she doing now?” Jooyeon whispers to Jiseok scared.

“She's plotting.” Your best friend says casually, making the younger widen his eyes.

“Should I be concerned?”

“Most likely.” The man nods, as you stare into the distance thinking about the very intricate detailed plan you'll make in order to make sure that Jungsu in no way shape or form will be able to take this one thing away from you.

You grip onto your soda can, staring at the way he invites the girl from before to eat with him, flinching when you hear the can make a crunchy noise from the force you've been applying.

Jiseok gives you a knowing smile but stays quiet, finishing his food. You and Jungsu barely were able to write the intro before Singapore and you knew that you were running out of time but you just…couldn't agree. On anything. Ever.

“Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?? We're a team! Me failing means you fail too, so can you just /cooperate/?” Jungsu asks exasperated after hitting the notes on the piano angrily. 

“You only want things your way! If we're a team it means we BOTH give input! You just think you're better than everyone.” You yell annoyed, pushing him away from the keyboard to do the progression yourself.

The man takes a step back when you push him, hands in his pockets. “Why do you hate me so much, I'm literally trying to make this /work/.” 

You ignore him, trying to decide which progression sounds better, when you feel the taller's presence behind you, turning the volume off. You blink a few times, turning your head to him, looking into his eyes as he looks down at you. 

“I asked you a question.” The man rasps, supporting himself by the keyboard, chest almost pressed on your back. 

You're about to answer when the practice door flies open, making you both turn your heads abruptly, only to see Jooyeon with a surprised face. “I forgot my bass cable-” He says, walking over to the table and quickly taking it. You and Jungsu were too stunned to move, and you knew the position looked very…wrong. “Sorry for interrupting!” He grins before closing the door shut.

Jungsu blinks at the door and then at you, clearing his throat before pulling away and scratching the back of his head. “Let's just finish it when we come back from the trip. We'll figure something out.” 

You go home and pack everything up for the trip and then you go to sleep. Or…well…try. Because as soon as you close your eyes you get jumpscared by Jungsu's stupid face getting closer to yours. You gasp, jolting up, breathing heavily while looking around your room.

Oh no.

No no no no no no…

“No no no no no no” You whine loudly, hitting your face with the pillow multiple times, letting out a muffled scream. 

The next day, you arrive at the meeting spot and you look-

“Like hell, what the fuck happened to you? Did a car run you over on the way here?” Jiseok asks concerned, and you simply groan exhausted, letting your head drop on his shoulder as he pats your back. 

You board the plane and luckily everything went smoothly, having your seat next to your friends, sitting beside someone that /wasn't/ Jungsu. The flight was going well, and you were listening to music and reading when all of the sudden you start feeling unwell, feeling your stomach turn upside down.  

And because things just /had/ to go wrong, you couldn't find your motion sickness pills. You rest your head on the seat trying to regulate your breathing, and when that fails you ask for a paper bag and orange juice. 

When you let the stewardess know you need the bag because you have motion sickness, she instantly suggests you switch seats with someone in the front but when you look at the people sitting there, there was only one familiar face, the rest of your classmates being at the back. 

You internally curse to yourself, debating whether it would be more embarrassing to ask Jungsu for help or throw up on a plane with all of your schoolmates present.

You get up and with the help of the lady make your way to his seat, refusing to look him in the eyes. You can't tell If the look on his eyes was worry or annoyance that you asked to switch but he agrees, nonetheless. You look back at him once and he simply gives you a short nod. Thankfully, the girl next to you had a pill and you didn’t throw up. 

When you get off the plane, you catch Jungsu looking at you but decide to ignore it. You stopped by a store to buy some water and sweets when you suddenly felt the presence of someone besides you. Turning your face, you see the blonde scanning through the drinks options, before grabbing himself a bottle of soda. 

“Are you okay?” He asks without looking at you, heading to the cashier after you say a simple ‘yes’. When you get out of the store you quicken your step to catch up with him, you two now being the last amongst your class. 

“Hey, uhm, thanks…for earlier.” You say softly, eating your snacks after taking a sip of water. The man hums but doesn't reply, instead walking quietly besides you. 

It wasn't necessarily awkward, but there was a certain tension in the air, a tension you didn't know what to think of or how to handle. Fighting Jungsu was easy. Getting along with him? It was…odd. Nice, but odd.

The taller one moves his bag of chips closer to you, offering you one and you accept, thanking him. Jungsu lets out a small smile to himself, making you let one as well. “What?”

“You're cuter when you're sick.” He jokes, pulling away before your hand could smack his arm.

“Asshole, I'm dying.” You say offended, holding back a laugh. Jungsu tilts his head, placing his clean hand on your forehead and cheeks as if measuring your temperature.

“Hmm, no, sadly still alive and well.” He sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. You blink in disbelief, with your mouth open, throwing a piece of your snack in his face, that he annoyingly catches between his teeth and eats. You groan, rolling your eyes and fastening your pace, resulting in the other rushing to catch up to you. 

Since you got there during the evening, you were supposed to use that day to recover your energy. However, most people decided to go out, somehow not tired. 

“Oh come on, come with us, who knows the workload they'll put us through??” Jiseok pouts, crutching down next to you on the couch you were currently sitting on at the Hotel's Hallway. 

“I'm going to throw up on you at the club, guys. Really. Look, I promise we can go another day but I really need to rest today, okay?” Jiseok purses his lips but nods and pats your shoulder.

“Don't die on me, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” Jiseok points, seriousness in his voice. You smile softly, nodding at your best friend. On the other side of the hallway, Seungmin was already choosing the club with Jungsu. “Hey Guys, we're ready when you are, she's not coming.” 

Seungmin frowns, glancing at Jungsu then at you, before turning his attention back at Jiseok. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she's just got jet lag and the whole motion sickness, she'll be fine by tomorrow if she rests.” Jiseok reassures, and the blonde shifts his weight, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I'm also not going.” Jungsu hums, making Seungmin blink at him with a confused expression.

“But we just-”

“I'm not going. I'm tired. Super tired.” The man yawns, stretching. The other two look at each other, as if they know something and simply shake their head with a sigh, ignoring the bad acting. 

Everyone goes into their shared rooms before leaving and funnily enough, Jungsu was rooming with Jiseok and before the younger exits the room to go out, he turns around, glaring at the other.

“Do something stupid and I kill you.” He threatens and Jungsu seems to understand exactly what the other was talking about because he simply nods with a salute as Jiseok leaves.

You were currently alone in your room, trying to sleep but failing to do so since every time you closed your eyes you saw Jungsu's face pop up. Right when you were starting to be able to ignore those thoughts you heard a knock on the door.

Assuming it was staff or maybe one of your roommates, you tell them to let themselves in, turning on the lights. When you see a familiar stupid face with clear framed glasses propped on, you sigh, patting your cheek, sure it must be some other dream.

“Did you spiral into insanity so badly you're slapping yourself now?” You hear Jungsu ask, walking over to you. 

You look over his face trying to figure out if it's a hallucination or not and then your eyes travel over his body, noticing the oversized white t-shirt and grey sweatpants and you want to kill yourself. 

“Why are you terrorizing me even in my sleep???” You whine, putting your pillow over your face.

“I just wanted to ask for a charger. I can't find mine and I don't wanna go through Jiseok's things cuz he'll kill me. And you're the only person I know that didn't go to the club.”  Jungsu explains but then smirks, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Wait so you have dreams about me?” 

You feel your face get red, and take the pillow off your face, grabbing your charger and throwing it at him embarrassed. “There. Now get out.” 

The man laughs thanking you before getting up. “By the way, we should use the extra time we have to work on the project.” 

“I'm supposed to rest. You know what rest is? No work. No project. Especially, no Jungsu.” You squint, pointing to the door. 

The taller one lets out an amused chuckle, waving at you before leaving the room. You stare at the door, thinking about nothing but death and suffering. As if things weren't already bad, now you have the image of Jungsu in messy hair and glasses with sweatpants stuck in your brain.

You let out an exasperated grunt, turning on your back and staring at the ceiling annoyed. It was currently 1am and no matter what you did, you couldn't fall asleep and you were also running out of battery, given the fact you've been scrolling on your phone restesly, trying to take your mind off it.

“I really don't wanna…” You complain out loud to yourself, before sighing and getting out of bed, heading towards Jungsu's room.

Pursing your lips, you knock on the door, being met with a very sleepy Jungsu with damp hair, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing here?” He rasps out, and you try your best not to stare.

“I…” You start before clearing your throat. “Charger. Give it back.” You put out your hand, and the man groans annoyedly.

“You woke me up for /that/?” He mumbles, walking inside his room, signaling you to follow him. 

You enter inside the room and cross your arms, looking around awkwardly as he unplugs the charger and wraps the cable around it. “There.” You thank him and turn towards the room, before you're stopped by his voice. “Hey, are you feeling any better? Jiseok told us you weren't feeling well.”

“Aw, you care about me?” You ask sarcastically, earning a raised eyebrow from the man.

“I care about not doing the project alone.” He scoffs, making you roll your eyes.

“How romantic.” You say before leaving the room. Once you get back to the door of your room, you search your pockets for the room key, blinking quickly. “No, c'mon, not this…” You mumble, frantically searching for your empty pockets. You let out a frustrated groan, gently hitting your forehead against the door a couple times. “Kim Jungsu!” You groan out, sighing.

If it was earlier, you could've waited at the bar or something but at this hour pretty much everything was closed and you couldn't just walk into someone's room, you didn't know most people on this trip.

You purse your lips, looking at Jungsu's door, debating whether sleeping in the hallway would really be that bad. You let out one last curse before knocking on the door, the man opening it with a very confused expression.

Closing your eyes, knowing the annoyingly smug look on his face he probably has, you mumble out. “Forgot the key inside my room…” 

Jungsu puffs out his cheeks, trying to hold back a laugh while moving out of the way, letting you inside. You let out mumbled curses, walking past him. You stand in the middle of the room with your arms crossed, refusing to look into his eyes.

“You know what nevermind, gonna sleep on the fucking floor outside.” You grumble, heading towards the door when you feel your wrist be pulled back by an amused and laughing Jungsu. 

“Fine, okay, sorry. You're just … really stupid.” He grins, pushing your shoulders so you sit on his bed. You blink, ignoring the way your stomach dropped. “Have you eaten anything?”

You purse your lips shaking your head. The blonde hums, taking two cups of instant tteokbokki, heating them in the microwave. He grabs two cans of soda, offering you one. “You look like you moved in.” 

“Yeah and you should be grateful. You know, you're a handful. Can't even take care of yourself.” The man scoffs, sitting next to you.

“I can take care of myself.” You stare into his eyes, to which he simply raises an eyebrow.

“Let's see…” The blonde pushes his glasses up on his nose, thinking then counting on his fingers. “Need to take you home after drinking, have to lend you my book, need to change seats with you, have to let you crash in my room /and/ feed you. And that's only in the span of what? Two weeks?” 

You mock him annoyed, opening your soda and taking a sip. “Not my fault I've been…stressed.” 

“Why?” The other frowns, tilting his head.

“You.” You reply honestly, letting out the part of you getting dreams about kissing him. 

Jungsu frowns more, opening his mouth to ask for an explanation but being interrupted by the microwave beeping. He carefully takes out the two cups, placing them on the nightstand, waiting for them to cool down.

You take off your slippers, crossing your legs on his bed, sitting in front of him. “Are you that blind you need your glasses all the time?” 

“Mm not really, it's more for the screen light, or when I read. But I can see without them.” The man replies, giving you one of the cups. You take it, rolling your eyes when he adds “And because I look good in them.”

“So humble.” You say, blinking when you realize you don't have a fork or chopsticks. You give Jungsu a questioning look when you see him calmly eat with his pair of chopsticks. 

“Oh right…I only have these so…you're gonna have to stab the rice.” He says, offering you one chopstick. You'd say that's an abomination but it's really better than eating with your hands.

“Where even did you get these from? Did you steal them from the restaurant??” You widen your eyes, making the other roll his eyes this time.

“No, genius, they're mine. I never travel without them. In case I ever need to buy food and it doesn't come with ustensiles. Or in case I'm with idiots.” He chews on his food, chuckling when you poke your tongue out at him.

“Why didn't you go with the others?” You ask, a small noise escaping your lips when you feel the taste of the food in your mouth.

“Didn't feel like it. Plus, we're already starting the workshops tomorrow and I need to make sure I am in my best shape.”

“To what?” 

“Be better than you.” The blonde grins teasingly, making you flip him off. 

“You wish. I have it all planned out. If there's anyone leaving Singapore with a job it's gonna be /me/.” You clarify, pointing to yourself, at which Jungsu smiles softly with a hum, chewing on his food. 

“Y’know, we should just do a song about tteokbokki and call it a day.” The boy says absentmindedly and you blink to yourself, looking at him with wide eyes.

“That’s not bad?” You say surprised, but he looks at you as if not believing you. “No, I'm serious, especially because we wanna mix funk and traditional Korean music, this is perfect.” Jungsu looks at you for a few seconds, stunned, before grabbing his notebook and keyboard, sitting back on the bed. 

Strangely enough, the melody comes to you fairly easily, and before you know it, you have finished the rough draft of most of the song. You were looking over the notes when you noticed the strange silence, turning your hand to look over where Jungsu was sitting with his keyboard over his lap, eyes closed, lips parted and head resting on the wall.  

You giggle to yourself, taking a picture and carefully taking his keyboard off his lap, placing it on the floor. After thinking for a few seconds, you reach for his glasses, taking them off and placing them on the nightstand but when you’re about to pull away your necklace gets stuck on Jungsu’s and you end up falling on his chest, eyes wide. You were ready to be met with a weird confused expression but instead, the boy pulls you closer still asleep, grumbling while burying his head in your neck, turning you two around so he’s on top of you. 

You blink a few times, looking over his face in shock, not knowing what to do. If you stay there, he’ll think you’re a weirdo but if you wake him up he’ll also think you’re a weirdo. Considering he’s the one not letting go of you right now, arms tightly wrapped around you, you decide to accept your fate and close your eyes with a scoff. “All you do is make my life more complicated.” You mumble closing your eyes, not noticing the way Jungsu’s lips form into a small smile. 

You hear the door open and see Jiseok stand in front of the door with open mouth and eyes after turning the lights on. “What the fuck?” He mouths, making you scrunch your nose while making a cutting gesture over your neck, shushing him. 

Your friend gives you a weirded out look, coming closer to you so you can explain the…well everything. “Locked myself out of my room, is everyone back?”

“I don’t know, we left early…why are you two…you know what I don’t even wanna know. Very happy for you as long as you keep quiet.” Jiseok says, putting his hands up and you groan internally, promising to explain everything in the morning. Jiseok gives you an amused nod before going to sleep, and you think about various ways in which you could kill yourself when Jungsu shifts in his sleep, holding you closer, making things worse by the fact that you could clearly smell his cologne. 

You wake up around six in the morning and after making sure Jungsu was fast asleep, you run your finger over his spine, making the boy let go of you to scratch the spot with a frown in his sleep, allowing you to get out of his bed and run into your bedroom. When you two walk up to the workshop he doesn’t bring it up so you pray that he truly doesn’t remember anything other than falling asleep. 

“You sound like an insane person.” Jiseok says as Jooyeon nods. 

“Shut up, it was for survival. Let’s just…never bring this up ever again okay??” You squint, making the boys pinky promise. 

The next two days were pretty uneventful since they were mostly classes and getting to know the ins and outs of the industry. On the third day however, you had to work in pairs, taking turns in vocal directing and singing. To make things fair, names were put in a hat and you each chose a random piece of paper.

And because you really can’t have a good day ever, the person that you have to direct is Jungsu, because /of course/ it’s him. You groan, throwing your head back and cursing whatever higher power there is but decide to keep it professional. You show him your paper, and the boy smiles smugly, showing you his paper, with your name written on it which means he will direct you as well. 

“You’re like the plague…” You scoff, walking past him to see who your friends got, not seeing the way the blonde sneakily high-fives Seungmin for changing their papers.

“No, you should hit a Bflat, its B right now, let’s try to work on that, yeah?” Jungsu says in the mic, earning a tired look from you. You’ve been in this booth for way too long but the supervisor doesn’t seem to mind it, instead taking notes and nodding at Jungsu. 

Your eye twitches but smiles through gritted teeth. “The note is correct…” 

“I’m the one with perfect pitch and i’m telling you it’s not. C’mon, you can do it, just believe in yourself.” He fakes sympathy, and you picture hitting his head against the window. You repeat it a few times until it’s finally time for you to direct him.

“Yeah just try to open up the Ahh to an AhHH, you know?” You smile, making Jungsu run his tongue over his teeth with an annoyed smile, repeating it. “No, no I meant like AhHH, you’re doing it more like AHHH, I need it softer, open it up on the second part only.” You can see the irritation in his glare but you knew none of you could snap, holding back a laugh when his voice cracks at a given point. 

When the time for the supervisor’s comments came, he simply nodded at you two saying you did a good job but you could do better. “What??” You two frown in unison. 

“You’re both extremely talented and it’s visible that you know what you’re doing and what you’re talking about, but you need to work on your...well teamwork. You seem to be driven individuals but this field is about team and communication. One of you being better than the other won’t make you do a better job. No one cares about how good you are if you cant conduct a project smoothly.” The man explains before bowing and leaving.

You look at the blonde and let out a scoff, pushing past him. “Hey why’re you being like that with me??This was on you!”

“On me??This is my shot of makin it big and you’re fucking ruining it! Can you ever just…stay away?? Stop being annoying?? Fucking hell Jungsu, I don’t know if this is a joke to you but to me it’s not. I’m used to you acting like a kid any other time but now?” You groan annoyedly once you’re out of the building.

“Woah, hold up, why are you putting all of this on me now?? You weren’t any better. You should start owning shit and stop constantly pinning things on me!” Jungsu replies irritably, making you tilt your head. 

“Since day one.” You glare, getting closer to him. “Ever since that fucking festival, all you’ve done is make my academic life hell. You’ve had your fun. All i’m asking is for you to stop being an asshole for one fucking week.” 

“You know, maybe I simply do things well and you’re pissed off because you can’t flaunt about being the best anymore. I work for my wins, and you should stop fucking acting like it’s some out worldly force making you lose. Maybe it’s time you accept that you should simply work harder and that I won that festival because I deserved it.” He bites back, looking down at you. “Maybe the only reason you can’t be better than me is because you spend more time blaming me for winning than actually bettering yourself. Because maybe, just maybe, you’re not as good as you think you are.” 

You scoff, nodding in disbelief with tears in your eyes, thinking about crying about how much you work and how important it is that you keep yourself in first place, but decide against it, instead walking past him, pushing his shoulder harshly with yours. 

Jungsu curses to himself, calling out your name in regret, with no avail. You go into your room and let all of the anger out by punching your pillow and groaning and crying, taking advantage of your roommate still being at the workshops, wondering why even you thought, even for a moment, that he was, in fact, not that bad. 

That night, everyone decides to go clubbing again. And by everyone, you mean you decide you want to go, you tell Jiseok and then everyone tags along. You spent the night ignoring Jungsu, scoffing and rolling your eyes whenever his face would be in your visual radar. 

He was currently looking at you dancing, tongue running inside his cheek while taking a sip of his drink. “Dude, c’mon…seriously? Are you going to pout for the rest of the trip?” Seungmin asks, to which the other turns his head. 

“Okay, then maybe it’s time to move on.” The younger suggests, continuing after getting a dirty look from the blonde. “I’m just saying, you’ve been at it for like a year and still nothing happened. Maybe you should just try getting your mind off her and maybe meet someone else. 

“What do you want me to act like, man? She fucking hates me…I think i really fucked up…” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

“Like who?” Jungsu scoffs, as if the suggestion was the most insane thing he’s ever heard. 

“Like her.” His best friend hums, pointing to the girl that he’s been hanging around with. “She’s been finding reasons to stick around you for a while, maybe you should stop being lame and give it a shot.” 

Jungsu wants to keep arguing that it’s a bad idea, but when he sees you with a random guy dancing while smiling, decides that maybe his friend is in fact right, so he goes up to the girl and strikes up a conversation, eventually dancing with her. 

You look at them and if you were over the fight already, when Jungsu leans down to say something in her ear, resulting in her laughing while covering her mouth and resting her head on his shoulder, you become furious. Fucking asshole! You scoff, grabbing yourself a drink, letting the cute guy pay as you were shooting daggers into Jungsu’s stupid direction. 

The blonde dances and tries to ignore you, but he can’t help himself from glancing at you and when he sees you being too close with the stranger, he leaves the dance floor and follows you outside. 

You were talking to the man when you see the other walk into your direction, telling the guy to scram. The stranger seems unphased until Jungsu says a word in mandarin that makes him put his hands up, leaving. 

“What the fuck was that?” You ask frowning, crossing your arms. 

“What the fuck was that? What the fuck is this?? You’ve been giving me death glares the whole night!” Jungsu whines, before sighing. “Look, i’m sorry, okay? I really didn’t mean to come off like that.” 

“You’re annoying.” You say, trying to leave before your arm is pulled back gently, a tired Jungsu looking over your face. 

“I’m tired of fighting with you.” 

“You didn’t seem tired a few hours ago. Don’t you have a date to go to?” You scoff, pulling away, earning a confused expression from the older.

“A da-what?? I was just dancing?? Wait, why do you even care??” 

“Why do you care who I'm with?? You want me to be so miserable I can't even date someone??” You ask annoyedly, and the man looks more and more exasperated as time goes by.

“Oh my fucking god, seriously?” The taller groans, throwing his head back. “I don’t get why you’re so mad, we’ve said worse, why is it suddenly a problem?? Why do you care what I do with who??” 

You chew on the inside of your cheek, seeing the girl come outside, searching for him. “You’re so fucking stupid.” You scowl, pushing past him. 

“Wait wh-what the fuck just happened…” Jungsu frowns confused, looking at you leaving, completely ignoring the girl and walking after you but when he can’t find you, goes and sits next to Seungmin and Jiseok.

“Did you two have a fight again?” Seungmin asks, offering Jungsu a drink which he refuses, explaining what happened with a very confused expression. 

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” Jiseok says dumbfounded. “Has anyone ever told you you’re the most stupid idiot on this earth?” The younger frowns, the older frowning back.

Seungmin tsks from beside the blonde, rolling his eyes. “No wonder she left early…” 

“Can someone tell me why i’m being treated like a fucking idiot??” The blonde whines exasperated. 

“You wanna tell me you’re top of your class but can’t see when someone has a painful disgusting crush on you?” Jooyeon asks while sitting down after hearing the conversation. 

“A WHAT?” Jungsu widens his eyes, choking on the water he was currently drinking. The man looks at the others as if they’re insane but gets up quickly when they give him an unimpressed look. “You’ve got to be kidding me, she hates me!” 

“My guy, she went to you for help…multiple times…when her best friend…was right there…” Seungmin points out, tilting his head to Jiseok, making Jungsu cover his mouth in shock. 

“Wait but what abo-” He starts, but gets interrupted by the guitarist.

“You have about 5 minutes to grab your shit and go fix it before I kill you with my bare hands.” Jiseok glares, tapping his foot on the floor. 

“What if she-” 

“Four minutes.” Jiseok corrects, resulting in the older pursing his lips before leaving the club in a hurry. 

Jungsu being stupid was nothing new. Jungsu being /this/ stupid? Who would’ve thought. You mumble to yourself, changing into your pajamas, mentally cursing at the man for making you go home early so you don’t start crying at the club. You don’t cry just because you know they’d see it tomorrow and you really can’t deal with trying to give anyone explanations because saying you cried because you can’t stop thinking about the dude that’s been making your life hell for the past year and that you want to kiss him and hate seeing him with other people is /stupid/.

Before you fall asleep, however, you hear a knock on the door, and you open it without thinking much of it, only to see Jungsu with messy hair, breathing heavily, eyes wide, letting out four simple words “I like you too.” 

You blink, taken aback for a moment, before crossing your arms raising an eyebrow. “You were all up on another girl one hour ago, stop fucking with me.”

“Wha-NO???I’m not fucking with you, Seungmin said I should try to get over you with someone else-no wait i-” He tries to finish, but you simply close the door in his face, resting your back on it, trying to regulate your breathing. 

You close your eyes tightly, feeling your heart beat faster, trying to keep yourself grounded, knowing he is probably fucking around with you. 

“Hey…” Jungsu says, this time softly. “I mean it. Shit, i’ve /been/ liking you, you’re just too dense to see it, i’ve been trying to get your attention for over a year and yet the only time you’d look in my direction is when i beat you to stuff.” You chuckle to yourself, a small smile creeping onto your face, thankful to the gods he can’t see through the door, thinking about how stupid he is for thinking you haven’t been thinking about him for the longest time. “I hope you like me actually because if i misunderstood things this is really embarrassing and i’m probably gonna die. I’m sorry about what happened before, really. Can we talk?” Jungsu tries, and you’re about to open the door but decide against it.

Instead, you walk over to your bed and lay down, still mad at his stupidity. You pull the covers over yourself, and try to stop yourself from smiling, covering your face with a whine when against your will, a grin creeps onto your face. Stupid Kim Jungsu. Stupid idiotic asshole handsome Kim Jungsu who has a crush on you too. 

In the morning, you avoid Jungsu at all costs. You liked him and he most likely knew, but that didn’t mean you didn’t deserve to have your fun. After all, he deserved it. For flirting with the girl. And for taking so long to say something. Ignoring him completely would just give him the wrong impression, which is why you settle for a more…interesting approach. 

Interesting as in you don’t talk to him, but you glance at him with a small shy smile before looking away. You also remember that one time he mentioned he really liked lavender as a smell so you make sure to use your lavender sentenced perfume, and brush past him to pick up some recording material for one of the workshops.

However, the plan had its flaws, such as having to deal with the girl taking his photos one night during one of the city outings. The fact that his outfit was really good also didn’t help, but you did kind of ask for it since when he tried to give you his phone to take a photo of him you simply put the phone in her hand instead. 

The last two days pass like that, including your best work: when you purposefully dropped your music sheets only to have Jungsu crutch down in a desperate attempt to help you so that when he gave them to you, you looked at him through your eyelashes, face dangerously close to him. And when you see him take a sharp breath, you get up without a word, leaving the man confused. 

Jungsu was going insane. That’s actually an understatement. He’s /been/ insane. “I’m going to rip my hair out! I hate you!” He groans before having to board the flight back, pillow on his face. 

“What?? No!! No no no, don’t pin this on me. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. There were like ten hundred better times for you to confess, being stupid is on you.” The boy raises an eyebrow, packing the last things he needed to put in his luggage. 

“What even am i supposed to do????Is she into me??Is she fucking with me?? Is she like insane??” 

“Don’t ask me, I don't play mind games with girls, they always win.” Seungmin says wisely, shaking his head, dodging the pillow thrown at him by his best friend. 

The flight back home was peaceful. Except the fact that kissing Jungsu has been on your mind for the entirety of the flight. And the fact that you’d also like to punch him very very hard when you see him help the other girl put her luggage in the compartment. 

After the trip, you made some good connections and luckily you two had the project done before the whole club thing went down. However, after four days of waiting, you two finally got your grades handed out while leaving the classroom, and you blink at your paper with a 100 written on it, only to hear Jungsu besides you do what he does best: be annoying about his grade.

It was stupid, you had a perfect score, he could at most have the same one, but you couldn’t really hear what he was saying, because you were too focused on the way his blonde hair fell on his eyes, the simple black shirt he was wearing and the way his lips formed a smile so in a moment of absolute madness, you cup his face and kiss him once in the middle of the hallway.

Jungsu widens his eyes in shock, holding his breath and dropping his paper, unable to kiss back since by the time he processed the kiss you were already out the building. You were close to running, cursing to yourself because you don’t even know why you did it you just really really had to kiss his stupid face to make him shut up. 

The blonde touches his lips still in shock, before blinking quickly a few times, running after you. “Hey hold up! Hey, wait up! HEY!” The man says loudly, catching up to you while heavily breathing, getting in front of you. “What was that?” 

You squint at him for being an idiot and start walking away, but he stands in front of you, blocking your way every time you try to move, eventually holding onto your shoulders and resting your back against the wall of a random building behind you. You purse your lips, looking up at him as he looks down at you, desperate.

“We need to talk. Please, i’m going insane. I’m losing my fucking mind because i dont understand what you want from me!” Jungsu says frustrated, running a hand through his hair. “You know I like you, what do you want from me? Why do you keep doing…all this?? If you don’t like me let me know but stop doing this please I feel like a fucking insane person because you kee-” He continues, and because he is being stupid and needs to shut up again, you do the thing that seems to work best and pull him close by the collar of his shirt and kiss him. 

Jungsu is about to pull away, mumbling something about a “sick joke”, so you wrap his arms around your waist, cupping his face and kissing him lovingly, hiding the way you can feel your heart up to your chest. The taller one lets out a shaky breath before kissing you back, somehow even more lovingly, hugging you tightly while smiling in the kiss. 

You groan when you feel him hug even harder, pinching his arm while pulling away slightly. “You’re gonna kill me..” You mumble, hands resting on his chest, staying close to him while shily looking into his eyes, and you let out a small laugh, grinning when Jungsu looks at you with sparkly eyes, smiling widely, before squishing your face and kissing you again. 

You whine, laughing as you try to kiss back with your puckered lips, patting his chest for him to pull away. “Does this mean you’re no longer mad at me?” He asks, resting his forehead on yours. 

“Mm, i’ll think about it.” You whisper, caressing his jaw before pecking him a few more times. “You’re still stupid and an asshole. You’re lucky you’re kinda cute.” 

“I’d be cuter if I was your boyfriend.” He says, making you cringe with a laugh. 

“Oh that was so lame, you should get beaten up for that alone.” You giggle, ignoring the blush spreading across your face. 

“At least i’m not stupid enough to ignore someone giving hints for a whole year!” 

“Yeah well at least i’m not stupid enough to not realize someone’s jealous of me!” You bite back, to which he scoffs, playfully offended.

“Well at least i’m not stupid enough to b-mh” He starts, getting interrupted by another kiss. “You can’t use kissing to shut me up forever.” 

“I can if you’re my boyfriend.” You say matter of factly, making the other widen his eyes, asking excitedly. 

“I’m your boyfriend?” 

“I don’t know, are you?” You tilt your head, wrapping your arms around his neck, to which the blonde blinks quickly, nodding fast. 

“Yes I am, I so am so so am.” He replies, kissing you happily, hugging you again, making you let out an amused scoff, kissing back and then hugging his neck as he caresses your lower back. 

“Mm maybe, but i’m a stupid asshole that’s your boyfriend, so that’s kinda your problem now.” He says back, kissing your cheek multiple times. 

“You’re stupid. Asshole.” You mumble, burying your head in his neck. 

“You’ve always been my problem…fucking pain in the ass.” You scoff, smiling when the man pecks you a couple times. 

“In my defense, I had to be one for you to notice me.” Jungsu shrugs, not regretting his decisions. 

“I would’ve noticed you anyways.” You roll your eyes, not telling him about the day you saw him at the cafeteria before you got to talk, almost walking up and sitting next to him before Jooyeon called you over their table. “Wait, does this mean you’re finally going to stop being insufferable?” 

“Mm….no. I’ll be worse.” Your boyfriend grins, kissing your face. “Now you’re legally obligated to put up with me so…”

You roll your eyes but smile to yourself, feeling your stomach turn at the thought. Jungsu is your boyfriend. Somehow, you ended up doing the very thing you swore would never even cross your mind and you started dating Jungsu.

In your defense, it was already hard to play mad for as long as you have and it was even harder to say no to him when he looked the way he did, his face glowing while looking at you. He’s annoying and stupid and really painfully oblivious but he’s also too smart for his own good and talented and good looking and- you can tell he knows you’re zoning out thinking about the situation because he’s about to open his mouth to make fun of you so you once again, kiss him to shut him up. 

“Okay maybe it works-” The blonde mumbles with a smile, hugging you while kissing back a few times resting your back on the wall, making you giggle.

THE END