⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Moonlight 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

SOMEWHAT COMPLETED FANFIC... sorry

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x fem!reader

Genre: angst (some), fluff, high school au, slowburn

Synopsis: He bullied her in high school; now, both of them are stuck in the same university. He tries apologizing for what he did in the past, but...

(Author's note: This is my first ever fic. I apologize if it's too long or if there are some plot holes, sudden time skips, and rushed parts in the fic. I wanted to also make chapters instead of one long fanfic, but I just decided on this in case all of you didn't like it much🙏 If you have any recommendations or feedback, please feel free to let me know!)

You swear you hated Sunghoon, and Sunghoon hated you. He used to pull the most bizarre pranks on you back in high school. You didn't know why he hated your guts so much, but you never tried to stop him. All you would do is let it slip, you'd hate to admit, but you did like Sunghoon. But you would obviously never tell him that, well, you liked him until one day...

You were used to his constant pranks and bullying, but despite that, you loved him. One day, it was a peaceful Tuesday, which meant you had P.E. Even though you hated going to P.E., you still reluctantly went with your other friends. You changed out of your uniform and kept it in your locker like the other girls and went to the basketball court, great. Today was an exam based on your skills. You were always failing P.E. but never really cared about it.

Well, you didn't realise the coach would make you do it 10 more times until you did the shooting correctly. You were exhausted from all of it, your uniform soaked from your sweat, tight, and sticking on your skin uncomfortably. You went to your locker to take out your uniform just to find your locker wide open with your uniform missing, you didn't panic much at first, thinking it was your friends who sometimes pull stunts like these. You went up to your friends and asked them for your uniform back,

Just for them to say they didn't have it. That's when you felt it. The sudden wave of nausea passed through you, then suddenly one of the girls called you over and pointed at the mopping bucket and said, "Y/N, isn't that your uniform? It has your name tag on it." You quickly rushed over and looked over the bucket, and surely... it was your uniform. Your friends comforted you on your trashed uniform. But what would you do now? You couldn't just walk around the campus in tight-fitting shorts and a shirt with those perverted guys!

But you had no other choice but to do exactly that. You had your arms awkwardly covering your torso every now and then, and you had suddenly run into some seniors who started getting a bit too comfortable. letting their gaze roam all over your body. You tried walking away, but one of them stopped you, grabbing your wrist, pulling you close. Thankfully, one of the teachers saved last minute, scolding the seniors to get back to class.

At the end of the school day, you were about to exit your class when Sunghoon appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the classroom doorframe with that perfect smug smirk, and turned to face you. "Saw the new mopping rag I gave to our janitor? Looks amazing, doesn't it? That dirty water reminds me of you, ugly, disgusting, and revolting," he said to you in that fake sweet tone, dripping with malice and then he just walked off.

You were absolutely pissed. How dare he just admit what he did and walk off like that? Unbelievable. That wasn't it. Unfortunately. Sunghoon was known for having a bunch of girlfriends, approximately having a new one every 3 days. You were obsessed with fashion and attended the school's after-school programme, which included fashion, where you made your own creations with cloth and displayed them. Just with your amazing luck, you found out Sunghoon's most recent girlfriend was in the same club as you. At first, you didn't think much of it.

The school had announced that the fashion club would have a competition, and you were the most excited among all, spending all 3 days and nights given to make this exquisite navy blue dress. After completing the dress, you left it in the fashion club room. Well, big mistake. On the day of the competition, you had to enter the room to see your handmade dress cut and shredded into pieces, and you looked at the desk, which had a small note written in someone's messy handwriting. You immediately recognized it. Park Sunghoon. In the note, he had written, "My girlfriend was jealous that yours was better than hers, I mean I didn't even need to cut it up because it was ugly in the first place. But whatever fabric you used sounded fantastic to cut up ;)".

Those weren't the only pranks he had done to you, but even more, the number of times he had made fun of you or pulled pranks on you was uncountable at this point.

*Timeskip*

You now study in college, you have almost forgotten all those childish times in high school, except for... someone. Park Sunghoon. Shit, why were you thinking of him now? Recently, after you got into college, you were very fascinated with literature. So you decide to take a literature class in your college, you never really cared or focused on the people in your classes except for your friends. Till the professor announced a literature project, the moment everyone heard the word project, loud groans and sighs could be heard. Then the professor added "With groups of 2," making everyone sigh even louder, to make matter worst, lastly he added, "I will be making the pairs."

While he was announcing the pairs, he unexpectedly said, "Kim Y/N and.. Park Sunghoon." You couldn't help but think, since when did Sunghoon even walk into this college? Well, you had no other choice but to sit with him. Both of you sat there in awkward silent not knowing how to start a conversation after meeting so long, you were still holding a grudge on everything he did back then, why wouldn't you?

"Well, give me your number, so we can talk about the project." A smooth, deep voice cut through the silence. This sounded nothing like the impulsive Sunghoon in high school, "No, I'll just give my email. Email me only when necessary," you quickly said before taking a sticky note from your back and scribbling your email address on, and shoving it in his hands. You quickly got up from your seat and rushed out of the classroom.

You exited the classroom, relieved to be out of there. Especially being able to be not near Sunghoon. You went to the canteen with your friends, you didn't worry much about the number of tables in the canteen as you always got one no matter what, but today was your lucky day. All the tables were taken. Except for one, which had Sunghoon and his friends.

Your friends kept insisting on sitting there, as it was no coincidence that Sunghoon and his friends were the heartthrobs of the college. How amazing. Reluctantly, you agreed (more like forced to), your friends took seats next to Sunghoon (thankfully) and some of his friends, leaving you beside one of Sunghoon's friends, whom you recognized as Jake. You sat next to him; your history with him wasn't much except for getting paired up for schoolwork back in high school.

You kept getting squished into Jake's side ungainly, not realising the piercing gaze Sunghoon was shooting at Jake. You and Jake didn't talk much except for getting squished against each other.

*Timeskip*

You arrived from college and your shift and lay down in your dorm, by then it was already 9 PM. To ruin your mood even more, you remembered that literature project with Sunghoon, you tapped on your phone, opening your Gmail to get bombarded with Sunghoon sending you his drafts and asking you multiple times if it was okay and if you had done your parts yet.

You replied to all his emails, annoyed. He surprisingly immediately checked them the moment you sent them. You were concerned that he just sat there in front of his screen for almost 5 hours straight for you to reply to his emails. You couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for not giving your number to him instead, but you instantly remembered his shenanigans in high school, and all that guilt washed away.

It was already morning when you woke up, 7:00 AM, which meant your first class had already started. You scrambled up from your bed and, in haste, went to your class. By the time you got there, you had already missed 20 minutes of the lecture, and the professor forced you and Sunghoon to stay an extra 20 minutes because of you, irritatingly. "Can't you ever do anything on time?" Sunghoon asked, exasperated. "Sorry, I spent all night having to reply to your emails," you scoffed out. He stayed silent for a while as he watched you type away on your laptop, "Just give me your number, stop being so stubborn," he said with a slight pout. "Shut up, Park Sunghoon." he just rolled his eyes and stared while you work, taking glances at your side profile some times.

You couldn't help but immediately catch him glancing at you. "Can you stop staring at me and work on your parts?" You asked, pissed now, "I already finished my parts, and to add... 20 minutes are up, so I'll be going now." He said before swinging his bag on his shoulder and walking out.

The next day, in literature class, the professor announced a workshop that all pairs had to attend on Saturday, and with that, everyone let out an audible sigh, while others complained. You had thought that if you just went and did your part, you would be done, but fate always has it for you. It was necessary to go with your pair. Later, when Saturday rolled in, you saw Sunghoon already sitting at the front, so you deliberately took the seat farthest from him. The workshop was boring as usual, with the lecture and everything. Without warning, it started pouring rain with thunder striking every then and so.

The professor sighed, "Well, the event is over due to weather conditions. Please get back to your dorms safely." You suddenly remembered something, you had forgotten your phone in the washroom. Shit. Sunghoon was making his way to the exit with the others till he saw you dashing away from your seat into the hallways. He had a sudden instinct and decided to wait till you came back instead of going with the others..

By the time you got back, you had already wasted 30 minutes. When you got to the exit, you saw Sunghoon standing there holding your bag while leaning against the doorframe. You couldn't help but a sudden boil of irritation wash over you, you went over to him and yanked your bag from him and made your way to the exit, "Why did you even wait for me? You could've just gone with your friends," you said, your tone dripping with pure frustration. You pulled on the exit door handle, but it didn't open. You pull again, harder this time, but it still doesn't open. Sunghoon tries, but he couldn't open the door either.

While he tried to open the front exit doors, you tried the back doors. Neither did those work. Fuck, that means the teachers thought everyone had already exited and locked the doors, now they were both stuck together in this building.

"Did any of them open?" You heard Sunghoon's voice echo from the front.

"No, what about you?" You responded to Sunghoon.

"No hope here either," Sunghoon responded to you.

Both of you made it back to the main lobby area. Sunghoon leaned against the wall and slid against it until he was now sitting on the ground. You just paced in front of him, not daring to sit near him.

The silence between them was unbearable.

You sat on one of the workshop tables, arms crossed tightly over your chest while Sunghoon stood by the locked exit, trying the handle for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Stop doing that," you snapped. "The door isn't magically going to open."

Sunghoon let go of the handle.

"Yeah. I know."

The room fell silent again.

"You always do that." You looked up. "Do what?"

"Act like you're fine when you're angry."

A bitter laugh escaped them.

"You don't get to talk like you know me."

Sunghoon's jaw tightened.

"I know."

"Do you?"

His gaze dropped to the floor.

"Not anymore."

You scoffed.

"There was never an 'anymore,' Sunghoon. You never knew me in the first place."

The words hung heavily in the air.

Sunghoon looked away.

Maybe."

"Maybe?" You let out a dry laugh. "That's all you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say?"

The question caught you off guard.

"I don't know. Maybe stop acting like we're old friends."

"We're not."

"Good."

Silence.

You expected him to argue.

To throw some sarcastic comment back at you.

Instead, he just sat there.

That somehow annoyed you even more.

"Why are you being weird?"

Sunghoon frowned.

"Weird?"

"Yeah. Weird."

"Because I'm not insulting you?"

"Because you're not acting like yourself."

His expression hardened slightly.

"What if this is who I am now?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Right."

"I'm serious."

"People don't change that much."

Sunghoon laughed quietly.

"That's funny coming from you."

You immediately sat up straighter.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"There it is."

"There what is?"

"That look."

"What look?"

"The one you get when you're mad."

You stared at him in disbelief.

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm serious."

"Nobody asked you to psychoanalyze me."

Sunghoon shrugged.

"I'm not."

Sunghoon said before looking away and fidgeting with his sleeves like some kind of loner. You also looked away from him. The room fell into gauche silence. No one is making the first move to converse or joke around. How much more awkward could it be?

The room fell silent. For several minutes, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional tapping of rain against the windows. You tried scrolling through your phone for the tenth time, hoping a signal would magically appear. Nothing. With a frustrated sigh, you dropped your phone into your lap and glanced across the room. "Sunghoon?" you called out to him, no response. Weird. "Sunghooonn? What? Now ignoring me?" You finally looked over to him properly, and he's... asleep?

You got up from your seat and made your way to him, crouching down and waving your hand in front of his face. Damn, he actually is asleep. You want to shake him awake so badly and annoy him for your own entertainment, but you're not that cruel. Nope, you are. 2 minutes after you sat next to him on the ground, you went in front of him, put your hands on your shoulders, and shook him gently. Making him jolt awake, "Had your beauty sleep, prince?" you said to him mockingly.

"Ugh, why did you even wake me up? I was sleeping so peacefully, idiot," Sunghoon said irritably.

"Oh, sorry, your highness," you said, imitating putting your hands up in a pleading manner.

He slightly pouted before lightly shoving you away, and you unconsciously giggled a bit at his action. You moved back to sit next to him on the ground, leaning against the wall. Both of you sat in gauche but comfortable silence now, not knowing what to talk about.

"Remember our times back in high school?"

"Oh, don't even mention it. You were an absolute demon."

"Yeah... I wanted to try apologizing to you, but now mentioning it, it feels a bit awkward to be honest." He said, an adorable smile appeared on his face, the tip of his ears becoming slightly red.

"There's no use in apologizing now, though," With a small, sad smile on your face. "The damage has already been done. It's just high school drama anyways."

"No. It wasn't just some drama." He said, his facial expression immediately changing into a slight frown, creasing in between his eyebrows. "I ruined your hard work in fashion for a girlfriend who I knew would only stay a week, I threw your uniform in the mopping bucket, and made you walk around in the school with your skin-stuck P.E. uniform, all of those were humiliating for you." He said the last sentence quietly, like he had shared too much.

You were dumbfounded when he admitted to everything right then and there, not trying to gloss over anything. "Well, I'm not saying I forgive you, I'm just baffled at the fact you wanted to apologize after so long."

Then you heard a groan from Sunghoon, "I just remembered why I did all of that to you back then, it was such a dumb reason I'm not gonna even tell," he said, looking away from you, embarrassed by whatever he just remembered.

"Wait, you even had a reason? Pleasee tell me unless... You don't want me to forgive you," you said pleadingly, clasping your hands together as you said the last sentence. You slowly unclasp your hands in malice.

"Then don't forgive me, but I am not telling you the reason." You heard him say, after a whole minute.

"Seriously? You don't want me to forgive you?"

"What? Your choice, pick whatever you want."

"Don't start acting so cold now, Park Sunghoon."

"If I admitted my life was falling apart, I'd have to face it. It was easier to convince myself you were the problem." He suddenly admitted it. No excuse, no stubbornness. Just the raw truth.

"Huh? That's such a lame reason." You couldn't help but chuckle before continuing, "You really are the loser here, now that you told me. No offence," You added the last two words jeeringly.

"You're saying that as if I didn't rethink my whole life before admitting it to you" He said shyly, a faint red creeping up on the tip of his ears.

Then, both of you fell into an awkward silence, not knowing what to talk about after being so vulnerable with each other. You were still sitting next to him, leaning against the wall, thinking of what to talk about next, until... You felt a soft pressure against your shoulder. You looked to your right, where Sunghoon was sitting next to you, just to see his head drooping down on your shoulder as he dozed off again.

"How does someone manage to even fall asleep so quickly? It's so cold in here anyway." You said to yourself, furrowing your eyebrows slightly. Your hand was coming up to move his head away from your shoulder, but you stopped. You couldn't help but find comfort in him, his soft black hair gently tickling your cheek, his even breathing, his sudden vulnerability after everything that happened between you two.

Despite every reason you had to pull away, you remained frozen in place.

You ended up letting him sleep on your shoulder, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. You couldn't quite put it into words. Maybe it was the vulnerability in the way he slept, or the fact that neither of you had pulled away. Whatever it was, the space between you no longer felt as distant as it once had.

By the time the gates were finally unlocked, it was around 9 AM. After that, everything else went in a blur; you had woken up Sunghoon from your shoulder, did classes with a foggy brain after not getting sleep the whole night. Though something did seem to change between you and Sunghoon, you weren't lovers, obviously, but not enemies either?