I'm So Excited For This Smau !!!!

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my secret garden ( ʚɞ ) profiles two . . . . . 📂

heeseung brought together all the boys early into all of their high school days. they instantly clicked and as much as they make fun of one another they all truly care for everyone. they all became very popular very fast and they all bask in the popularity as if they’re royalty

YANG JUNGWON : (@/y_jungwon) sophomore at hybe academy and class president. was voted into the position due to his studious reputation and how likable he was. only really likes his close friends and will ignore you if he doesn’t feel you’re worthy of his presence. (is secretly a softie though). (priv acc @/yang1)

LEE HEESEUNG : (@/leeseung) senior at hybe academy and happens to be his senior class president. moved into the house next to yn his sophomore year and became quiet close to the og trio. tutors yn because her parents told him she needs the help.

PARK JAY : (@/parkjay) the junior class treasurer and only ran for the position because he wanted to impress a girl. ended up with the position and now regrets it. is the main snack supplier of the group and is often found buying a surplus of snacks form the store.

SIM JAKE : (@/jaeyuns) also a junior at hybe academy and apart of the dance team. takes it upon himself to ‘raise’ niki since the two are in the same club, calls himself his ‘dad’. is often seen skipping class and in the dance studio, gets in trouble a lot by heeseung but says his passion is dance.

PARK SUNGHOON : (@/psh1) a junior along with jay and jake. happens to be an excellent ice skater and spends the majority of his time at the rink. says school is useless and sleeps in class a lot, says he’d rather be skating to anyone who asks. will reject you because skating is his ‘love’.

KIM SUNOO : (@/kimsun_00) sophomore student council treasurer and jungwon’s right hand man! calls himself sunshine and says no one can live without him, but also will judge you at any chance he gets. is jungwon’s best friend and would do anything for his precious wonie.

NISHIMURA RIKI : (@/_r_iki_) a transfer student from japan and somehow skipped a grade to be in the sophomore classes. joined the dance club and was ‘adopted’ by jake, he refuses to accept his love except when it’s in the form of food. basically forced his way into the friend group but they all adore him.

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. . SYNOPSIS⌇you’ve only seen junwgon from afar, being worlds apart there was no need for a popular and non-popular to interact. when you’re assigned as desk mates for the year what will happen? will you find solace in one another or just tear each other down?

. . TAGLIST⌇[status open!] @beo3gyu @hiqhkey @love-4-keum @rrvvby @mellifluousvn

why am i kinda tearing up rn this is so sad but also cute 😭⁉️

## cupids are indeed real. — p. sunghoon

PART ONE.

content/warning(s): cupid!sunghoon x human!reader, small argument, kissing, mentions of guns (you'll see why) and arrows, very very very light angst, fluff, hint of crack probably my poor attempt of being funny

wc: 0.9k (whoops)

note: i know i promised the next time i post about this, it's either a teaser or the actual long fic, but HEHEHEHE let me just get through finals and i will pick up my life and get it together 😭 the long fic will still come though, i promise !! <3 i just need the middle parts, the ending is already there, just some gaps, okay i will shut up now. enjoy <3

With the bright sun coming up, Sunghoon felt the rays on his skin, opening his eyes as he looked beside him where you’re supposed to be. But you weren’t there. Sunghoon sits up, looking around and then he sees you standing right in front of him with your hand over your mouth. “What?” Sunghoon groggily answers.

“Why do you have wings?” You ask and Sunghoon’s eyes widen, remembering how he put his wing over you last night to protect you from the cold breeze. Sunghoon hides his wings, fading as a gasp leaves your lips. “What the fuck was that?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. What’s he going to do? Sunghoon? Say anything! Anything is better than nothing! “I’m a cupid.” He blurts out and your free hand comes up to join your other hand to cover your mouth. Sunghoon, honey, what the fuck?

“No.” You say, shaking your head and Sunghoon stands up, walking to you but you take a step back. “You don’t look like one.”

“What do you suppose I should look like? Have a bow and arrow and just wear a diaper, like how they see cupids? You know that’s not true… not anymore, at least.” Sunghoon says and you shrug, looking around as your hands come up to your hair, fisting your strands. 

“So, you used to go around in just your dia—”

“No! We just had a cloth around us. Hanging on our shoulders like ancient—not the point!” Sunghoon says and you look at him. “Please, don’t freak out. I can explain everything.” You stood there, not knowing what to do, but you wanted to hear him out, so you nodded. “I’m a cupid.” He says, calmly this time and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

“That explains why you believe in them.” You mumble and Sunghoon nods. “Sunoo a cupid, too?”

Sunghoon nods. “Everyone working in that café.”

“Oh my God.” You mumble and Sunghoon sighs as you fidget with your fingers, not knowing what to do. You breathe in and out as Sunghoon just looks at you. “Why don’t you have a, uh, bow—”

“It’s the 21st century, Y/N, we use guns.”

“Guns.” You repeat, nodding. “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”

“We used to use arrows, Y/N. You think that wasn’t dangerous?” 

“Are you going to stop being sarcastic or I’m gonna leave?” You say and Sunghoon sighs, grabbing your shoulders as he looks at you right into your eyes. You know he was telling the truth, his wings were enough evidence. But his eyes tell you something that wants to make you stay with him.

“I’m a cupid.” He says. “I’m suspended for a year. The first day of my suspension was a week before we met. I’m expecting a call from the head cupid anytime this month now, so I can finally go back. Please, listen to me, Y/N.” You sigh, nodding as you slowly take in the information. Sunghoon’s a cupid. Fuck. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Okay.” You mumble. “Why were you suspended?”

Sunghoon’s grip tightens and you only look at him. “Because…” He sighs, looking at you with guilt in his eyes that he can’t hide everytime he looks at you. “I gave you three heartbreaks within a year.”

You look at him, pushing his hands off. “What do you mean?” He takes in a deep breath, trying to get the words out of his mouth. “Sunghoon, what do you mean?”

“I was selfish, I liked you. I always watched you from afar and I couldn’t bear to see you with someone else, it was hard enough already that you and I can’t be together—”

“So you passed your heartbreaks to me?” You said and Sunghoon gasps. “So you gave me those heartbreaks just to save yourself from having one? Sunghoon, that’s so fucked up.”

“I know, Y/N. And I’m sorry, I never wanted you to cry because of me. But I… I’m sorry.” Sunghoon said and you sighed, wanting to leave him, but your legs refused to do so. “I accepted it now, Y/N. You and I could never be.”

Three heartbreaks. And now, Sunghoon gives you another one, but this one is what hurts the most. You yearned for him and he did for you. 

“Psyche and Eros made it happen.” You mumble, trying to fight for something you know you can’t have. Sunghoon softly laughs, shaking his head.

“The head cupid talked to me last month,” Sunghoon said. “They’re transferring me somewhere else. Far from you.”

Your breath hitches. “W-Wait. Does that mean I’m never going to see you again?” You asked and he slowly nodded. “Why did they have to transfer you? How is that necessary?”

“Because you’re the cause of my reckless actions.” Sunghoon softly says. “Don’t worry, I will look for someone who deserves you before I get transferred.”

“I don’t want them.” You say, shaking your head.

“Y/N, I haven’t even found them. You haven’t met them! I swear, I will look for someone—”

“I don’t care, Sunghoon. I want you.” You say and he sighs, shaking his head. “You caused this, do something about it.” You mumble, knowing that if you say it any louder your voice will break.

He walks up to you, cupping your cheeks as he presses his lips against yours. You kiss him back, hands resting on his wrists. After a few beats, he pulls away, sighing as he pulls you into a hug. “I only have a week left, Y/N.”

You tighten your arms around him as if it would change anything. As if he can’t fly away from you.

He can. But he won’t.

WAIT IM GONNA CRY THE LAST PART OF THE CHAPTER IS SO SAD BUT I LOW-KEY (read as high-key) LOVE IT 🤭‼️

🗗 UNLIKELIHOOD | chapter three

PRECIS. the chances of you confessing to your crush sums to zero when you realise you have to pretend to have a crush on sunghoon, just to help your friend hide her feelings for the ice prince.

or, alternatively, in which you borrow an eraser from your friend, yi kyeong, which has sunghoon’s name written on it ( or so you think ) so, when the mentioned boy sees it, you have no other choice but to lie that you have a crush on him to avoid disclosing your friend’s secret.

GENRE. humour, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, coming of age

WARNINGS. minor angst ( 4.1k )

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after much consideration, you’ve reached the conclusion that you haven’t fallen for sunghoon. your heart is skipping beats because of arrhythmia and you’re persuading your mom to get you an appointment. 

you simply can’t fall for sunghoon. he’s way out of your league ( see, you’re not shy to admit that ) besides, you don’t know each other. you don’t know about him but to you, sunghoon is just an ideal classmate, or a close acquaintance, or simply a friend, at most. moreover, here comes the best friend’s code : you can’t crush on your best friend’s crush, let alone date. you sleep with your guilt plagued mind everyday, knowing you and sunghoon are in ‘love’ behind your best friend's back. 

“yn,” you feel a push towards your shoulders, driving you out of your thoughts to find sunoo looking at you with concern written all over his face. “what are you thinking?” 

you shake your head. “nothing,” another lie. well, you’ve been lying a lot recently. you don’t remember creating high walls of lies around you in just a few days, with only sunghoon knowing the way in, but again he’s looking at another lie you’ve made him believe. 

“take a break if you need to. the play will start in a few minutes,” right, the play. you’re excited to see sunghoon and kyeong steal the show. you’re dying to see them receive best actors award for the night. you’re dying to have the annual school magazine print their picture on the front page. you’re excited for them, or so you tell yourself. 

it’s embarrassing to know that somewhere inside, you feel a little bitter about the whole crew picking sunghoon without any recrutionary procedure. you don’t think he’s a bad actor, god, you can never. you haven’t seen him act but there’s nothing that boy can’t do. there’s a rumour spinning about how his mother was one of the best actors in Seoul's best theatre crew. though, you don’t know how much of it is true. 

but, that’s beyond the point. you don’t need to find his family history to know that he’s talented in all aspects. it’s crazy how similar sunghoon and yi kyeong are. you’re about to discard all those thoughts and continue with the procedure until you hear the commotion in the hallway. 

“we have— oh my god, yn, thank god you’re here.” jake takes a breath of relief, walking towards you with a hopeful stare. “sunghoon has sprained his leg, we need a replacement.”  

now, that isn’t the issue you want to deal with around ten minutes before the play. “what am i supposed to do about it?” 

“do you know someone who can fit the role?” he questions further.

you’d be lying if you say you’re actually thinking of someone as a replacement, for your brain is too busy worrying about sunghoon as his injury. call it the godsent timing, because just then, your eyes fall upon the boy standing across the room. “how about seonghwa?” 

“what? who, me? no,” he declines with an awkward laugh. “i have terrible stage fear. i’m sure no one wants to see a prince charming with overflowing anxiety.” yeah no, he’s right. besides, yi kyeong will be upset to know that not only she’s working with a substitute prince charming, but also, he has chronic anxiety. 

“but they want a handsome prince charming.” jake isn’t half wrong either. they never held auditions for prince charming, proceeding to pick sunghoon as if the rest of the population is a joke. hence, the audience doesn’t care about skills, but rather, the looks. “just practise your scenes. we’ll pre-record your lines and schedule the play as the closing show.” 

jake turns to look at you. “yn, can you please—” 

“i’m sorry, do you know where sunghoon is?” the question falls off your lips almost immediately, without giving him any chance to speak. you hear something along the lines of ‘school backyard’ as a response and sprint as if it’s the race for your life. 

it’s basic human decency, you presume. had it been someone else, someone you haven’t even seen, you would still run, almost tripping and bumping into people. you would still grab a bunch of bandages and relief sprays from the medkit in the staff room if this were about someone else. it’s not just sunghoon, you tell yourself. he’s not special, especially to you. 

“geez, did you forget to walk to something?” you snicker as soon as you spot him sitting by the stairs, browsing through what looked like twitter at the slight glance you managed to steal. 

sunghoon chuckles, stuffing his phone inside the pocket of his padded coat. “you look tired.” 

“yeah, i ran from the other side of the school and almost tripped thrice on my way here.” you feel him snicker at the irritation in your voice while you take a look at his ankles and start dressing— by the way, you notice that he has pretty toenails; and after recalling how pretty his fingers look, it makes you wonder if he gets his mani-pedi done every week or so. “gosh, do teachers know that their favourite student can’t even walk to save his life?” 

“are you worri—”

“of course, i am!” and then a pause; sunghoon flaunts a taunting smirk in your direction and you realise how punchable his face looks. “i mean, anyone would be worried. what if it's a fracture instead? they treat you like a national treasure, everyone will go crazy.”

you’re not wrong. 

everyone in the school, or even outside the institutional premises if possible, treasures sunghoon more than their lives. you still remember the day minhee took the blame on her after sunghoon accidently broke the principal’s bonsai, only for him to thank her by saying that she’s like his younger sister. long story short, there are numerous tales about people vouching for him and what not— it’s exhausting. the point is how big of a breaking news it would be when his ‘fans’ will know that sunghoon hurt himself and won’t be attending school for the next couple of days, probably. you wonder if people will still watch the play once they know that their beloved sunghoon isn’t the male lead anymore. 

“how long do you think it’ll take to heal?” it’s an attempt to strike a conversation and you’re glad sunghoon took the initiative. you were starting to feel embarrassed with his ankles in your hand. 

“hm, three days? or four? maybe a weak? depends on how well you’re taking care of yourself.” 

“four days,” another pause, he tends to think before tapping on your shoulder, making you look up at him. “do you want to go on a date with me?” 

it’s like you’ve experienced culture shock. “what?”

“what? we have one due from the last time,” he smirks again, and you realise that he has been smirking a lot late. it’s beyond extents and makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. “so, do you want to, you know, four days later?” 

it’s back, the arrhythmia. you seriously need to get yourself checked before cardiac arrest knocks on your door. oh, and you’d love to punch his good for nothing handsome face but you don’t, maybe because he’s injured. after all, how is a man supposed to live with a broken leg and nose? 

“looks like you’ve hit your head too.” you stand up, handing him the remaining bandages before storming off the venue. little did you know that your cheek started heating up the moment you looked into his eyes.

“hey, you didn’t give me an answer!” and you don’t want to either. you walk away, assuming someone would come and assist him to the main building because if you stay next to him for another second, you’ll go crazy. you absolutely hate coming to terms with your feelings but maybe, maybe you do have slight infatuation with sunghoon; and maybe, you need to get onto it with kyeong before it’s too late. 

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“and the last scene? i was screaming internally—” 

“can we talk?”  you interrupt kyeong, partly because your ears will bleed if you heard another word about how ecstatic acting with seonghwa was and partly because you actually want to talk. 

she stops, slight nervousness settling on her face. “yeah, sure.” 

“about your crush,” it’s just three words and you’re already willing to leave the conversation taking place on your own accord. “okay, all i’m saying is that i like him too. i’m sorry, please don’t be mad.” 

 and then you hear her laugh, out of everything. a part of you wants to scream because you just disclosed an important info, something you don’t even want to acknowledge yourself, and she’s laughing. moreover, it’s about the love of her life. your friendship is at stake and she’s laughing. perhaps you have a broken humour for not getting the joke. 

“why would i be mad?” you blink, wondering if you heard her right. not like you were expecting her to go off and beat you in the middle of the street at 9 pm, but there’s always a chance. “i don’t think i have a chance with him either way. so, i’ll just root for you.” 

this is why you think sunghoon and yi kyeong are perfect for each other. they both are nice, literal saints, embodiments of kindness, not a vile cell inside of them. as for you, you had your sibling’s snack last evening and stepped on your mom’s foot while running away across the household. you don’t think sunghoon has even stepped on an ant. instead, he seems the type to help them navigate or something. 

“i feel bad now that you’re giving up,” you confess, and it’s true. probably the truest truth you’ve said so far. you feel frustration pent up inside you, threatening to overflow any second. “why did i have to fall for sunghoon out of all the people?!” 

“wait, sunghoon?” kyeong asks, dumbfounded, or rather, confused. 

“yes, we’re talking about sunghoon, right?” okay, you don’t have a good feeling about the direction this conversation is heading towards. 

“no?” she clarifies and the look on your face morphs into visible panic. “i don’t like sunghoon.” 

“what?” you yell, turning a few passing heads towards you. however, you pay them no mind. “i thought you liked sunghoon because of the name on your eraser. p-s-h, park sunghoon, it makes sense!”

kyeong shakes her head in denial. “no, it’s p-s-h, park seonghwa. i like seonghwa and not sunghoon!” 

an awkward pause follows. it’s a mess inside your head. you abso-fucking-lutely can’t believe the way you misunderstood the whole situation, and got yourself into a problem with seemingly no way out. you could’ve asked her about the eraser but you didn’t, proceeding to make your own assumptions and ending up in an even bigger issue. 

yi kyeong gasps, pulling you out of your thoughts. “oh my god, then you have a crush on sunghoon?” that phrase doesn’t surprise you anymore. “i thought you liked sunoo.” 

maybe, that surprises you a bit. you remember fawning over sunoo, thinking about him all day, reading and re-reading your conversations with him. being with sunoo has always been the highlight of your day, yet you don’t recall thinking about him ever since sunghoon walked into your life. you didn’t seem to mind when sunoo hung out with other people but you feel as if you have a knife by your neck whenever you spot sunghoon with others. 

you simply don’t know what’s happening to you. “yeah, uh, surprise?” and this isn’t the time to laugh but you do, trying to lighten the burden on your shoulders. “i’m not really sure if i like sunghoon yet.” liar, you are. you may deny it till the end of the time but you know you’re falling for sunghoon; slowly and gradually, but you are. 

“didn’t you just say you like sunghoon, though?” she smirks as if she can see through the lies you tell yourself. “well, whatever. at least, we don’t have to be love rivals.” yeah, maybe there’s one good thing about this whole situation. imagine having a crush on your best friend’s crush, embarrassing. but again, being in this situation built over misunderstandings is even more embarrassing, it’s eating you out. 

at this point, you don’t even care about you, or your so-called reputation if someone discloses this whole thing to the public. you don’t care about sunoo, nor do you give two flying fucks to your seemingly dead feelings for him. you only have one thing on your mind : park sunghoon. 

it isn’t about how you feel towards him. you’re still in the maybe stage. perhaps, you don’t like sunghoon and this is just your fatigued brain coming up with bizzare conclusions. you remember falling for sunghoon the day he walked you home. however, the next day, you were back to normal. you didn’t remember shit about butterflies and zoos. perhaps, it’s the same this time as well. so, you don’t care about your feelings, but you can’t seem to ignore how he feels towards you. 

to sunghoon, who doesn’t have any idea about the truth lying within, every second of this is true. every moment, every step, every word, every touch, every gaze, every smile, everything. he thinks you like him. no, actually, he’s convinced that you like him. and sunghoon being the kindest person on earth is trying his best to like you back, to know you beyond everyone else’s perception of who you are. he greets you every morning over texts and bids you good night. he asks if you’re doing okay, if you need help with assignments, if you’re down for an evening stroll— he’s giving his everything; and you always turn his advances down, never daring to cross the wall you’ve created between you and him. 

sunghoon takes one step towards you, and you take four away from him. 

kyeong bids her goodbyes at the intersection from where you both have opposite ways home. you had planned to spend the night at her place, only for your mother to refuse, saying she has a few things she needs to talk to you about. you halt at the intersection, staring and sighing at the night sky, contemplating how mess of a life you have as if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions. 

“yn?” you close your eyes. now is not the time. sunoo is like the last person you want to see tonight. “what are you looking at?” he chuckles, mirroring your actions as he follows your gaze and looks up at the empty night sky as well. 

“your mom,” he frowns at your reply, sending a sour stare your way. sunoo isn’t the biggest supporter of your mom jokes, actually. “what are you doing here? didn’t you leave for home long ago?” 

“yes but,” he pulls out what seems like your scarf from his bag, handing it out to you. “you forgot this. sunghoon said he would’ve given it to you himself but his leg . . . you know. don’t be sad that your boyfriend couldn’t make it, though. he said he’d be at school tomorrow.” 

boyfriend, right. it feels odd hearing it from sunoo, and you and sunghoon aren't even dating yet. would he still be able to say those words with ease if he knew you have a crush on him, or rather, used to? overthinking apart, you’re glad sunoo came to return your scarf or your mother wouldn’t have let you inside tonight. it doesn’t take you realise that sunghoon and sunoo are actually close, and they have gotten even closer over the past few days thanks to you and your crush on sunghoon. 

maybe, sunoo is the only one who can help you out. “can i ask you about something?” he nods, and you narrate your whole story about how you borrowed the eraser from yi kyeong, sunghoon misunderstanding the setting, the person kyeong actually has a crush on and everything else, all the things except the fact that you like sunoo— used to.  

“can you get more stupid?” that’s the first thing sunoo comes up with after you update him on your dilemma. 

“how am i stupid when sunghoon assumed everything in the first place?” you slap his arm playfully, earning an exaggerated response. “what should i do?” 

sunoo scoffs. “tell him the truth.” god, no, asking him was the wrong-est move you’ve ever made. “don’t look at me like that! i hope you know you’re basically playing with that poor boy’s feelings.” that’s right. that’s the phrase; playing with his feelings. you didn’t want to accept it initially, you’re not the type to play with anyone’s feelings and what’s happening right now is a big misunderstanding. 

however, hearing it from sunoo makes it sound even worse. not to mention, you feel awful. you try to imagine sunghoon’s reaction after you tell him the truth. you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. what would you do if you were in his shoes? how would you react? maybe you’d end up actually hating him, scream and shout, act like a dramatic bitch, and whatnot; but sunghoon doesn’t seem the type to do that. he doesn’t come off as someone who’d shout at you. maybe, he’ll say it’s okay, and thank you for coming clean, and move on as if nothing happened. 

the problem is, even if he’s heartbroken, he wouldn’t let you know; and you, being yourself, would believe it and stamp him as just another passerby in your life. 

“how do i bring it up to him?” you mumble, looking at sunoo. you’re thinking of another excuse in the back of your head. something along the lines of ‘hey, i don’t think you have to force yourself to like me yada yada—’ it sounds hella generous. you don’t want to turn this in your favour. even if sunghoon claims he’s not forcing himself to like you, you will convince him otherwise. that’s your thought process, your silly way out of this situation. 

“just be straightforward.” sunoo interrupts your trail of thoughts. “you know, he lives just a street behind yours so if we hurry, we can make it before ten.” you take a look at your phone screen : 9:50pm. sunoo’s hand slips into yours as he sprints towards sunghoon’s house. you don’t know what time has to do with any of these. sure, ten at night is probably not the right timing to go visit someone but still, you have had your friends stand out of your window at two in the morning for impromptu midnight escapades. 

maybe, sunghoon is one of those ‘good boys’ who goes to bed at ten sharp, without excuses. to be honest, it sounds very sunghoon-like. dinner at seven, studies following, and then to bed at ten, seems like something the one and only park sunghoon would do. 

before you realise, you find yourself standing in front of what is supposed to be sunghoon’s house. it’s nice, beautiful, even. the garden is well maintained and you wonder if he’s into gardening. sunoo shoots a call to sunghoon, who peeks down at the street through his window just a few seconds later, waving at you before disappearing behind the grey curtains. 

it’s cute, you think, and then decide that you’re crazy. no way, you just called park sunghoon cute. sure, you find him a bit interesting but not like you have a passionate crush on him. you can be one of those fans, nothing more. 

a girl opens the door and you recall that she could be his sister. he talks about her every time you both complain about siblings. sunghoon helps himself down the stairs, using wall as support while his sister aids him shortly. you wonder if this is a wrong time to meet him. his ankle doesn’t look bad, not like you can actually see it, but back at school, he wasn’t even able to move it. 

“how’s your leg?” the question falls off your lips instinctively, without giving him or sunoo, a chance to even breath in each other’s direction. 

sunghoon smiles, looking down at his ankles before setting his eyes back on you. “quite better.” involuntarily, you reciprocate his smile, nodding before waving at his sister as well, who excuses herself shortly. “would you like to come in?” 

“no, actually,” sunoo cuts in, giving you a look of assurance. “we want to talk about something. she wants to, actually.” and sunoo steps aside, leaving you and sunghoon alone to talk everything out and clear all the misunderstandings. 

“so, the eraser,” you begin, hesitatingly, looking at sunoo who shoots you thumbs up from a distance. “it actually belongs to yi kyeong. i borrowed it for a test since i didn’t bring mine. the name too, the psh on it stands for park seonghwa, and not park sunghoon.” you want to dig a hole and die because first, this is so embarrassing. sunghoon looks at you unfazed as if he’s too stunned to speak; and second, your voice practically dies towards the end of your sentence, making it more terrible than it already is. 

sunghoon doesn’t speak for next thirty seconds. he simply looks at you, blinking occasionally, making you wonder if your confession traumatised him so much that he lost his verbal abilities. you won’t blame him. this whole thing is hurtful enough to give anyone a trauma. furthermore, as you’re about to speak more, he lets out a dry chuckle, almost convincing you that he has gone crazy. “that’s it?” 

that’s it? that’s it? that’s all he has to say? you’re about to lose your mind. 

“i mean, i’m sorry for not bringing it up earlier,” you kind of want to scream in the middle of the road because you went through all this trouble, beating your mental health to death, only for him to chuckle and say that’s it? then you ponder if it’s sarcasm, or if sunghoon wants a written apology from you, one that you will post on the school's forum and recite in front of the whole school at morning assembly. you’re marginally close from ripping your hair out, strand by strand. 

“it’s okay. you couldn’t tell me before because i took it so seriously. it’s my fault for jumping to conclusions.” you’re almost in tears once again. had it been someone else, or let alone someone else, had it been you in his shoes, you would’ve made a scene; and sunghoon is here, in front of you, taking the blame for something that isn’t his fault in the first place. 

“no, sung—” 

“i said it’s okay. i’m glad you brought it up. you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” he cuts you off, reassuring you again and again. all this time, you’ve been thinking about yourself, never really considering him and when you finally give him a chance to call you out, he turns the situation in your favour. “honestly, i’m relieved.” 

“sunghoon, what are you doing outside?” an unfamiliar voice breaks in before you could respond to his words. you run your eyes around, who sunghoon seems to have forgotten about, only to realise he has already left. turns out, the voice belonged to sunghoon’s mother and godbless, she’s just as pretty as him, or even more. “and you should invite your friend inside. it’s cold out here.” 

“yn’s not a friend. they’re more of a,” ain’t no way. if sunghoon’s planning to say what you’re thinking then there’s no way he hasn’t gone crazy. “classmate. they were about to leave.” his mother nods, smiling at you as she walks inside, leaving you and sunghoon basking in silence. suddenly, all the words inside your mouth die down, leaving a taste of speechlessness as you mutter a silent goodbye to him. 

“you good? why do you look pale all of a sudden?” sunghoon asks, stepping forward to check your temperature, only for you to step back as an empty frown settles on his face. 

“i know i lied but i always thought we were at least friends,” you say it with a chuckle, having sunghoon retreat his hand as you turn around, proceeding on your way back home. “take care of yourself.” 

it’s funny because all this time, you’ve been stepping away from sunghoon, never letting him approach you, taking multiple steps away from him; but just watching him step away from you feels like the life inside you has been knocked out. but it’s fine, this is what you’ve wanted. 

and just like that, you and sunghoon get all the way back to step one, being what you initially were : classmates. 

NOTE. hi 😀 this took so long help i hope you haven't forgotten me ( hi it's caelin bffies ) anyway only two chapters to go yeahhh however, they might take even more time to come out since i'm moving to another state this wednesday. so, i'll be busy for the rest of this month, then i have college entrances next month so i'll be busy till july 20th too :( i don't think i'll get time to post but i'll definitely try to update soon after !

holy shit bro, why are you so sexy?

why are u so sexy😫 🤨‼️

STUPID CUPID! — 23

SYNOPSIS. alone on valentine’s day, you decide to sign up for the student council’s fundraiser: a matchmaking survey, hoping to at least get a few laughs out of the whole ordeal. little do you know, park sunghoon (your archenemy since junior high) has the same idea. but it’s fine! your student body president, kim sunoo, would never tamper with the matching system, right?

note. insp by the fact that i have a calc quiz tmr :/ look everyone sunghoon redemption arc?? developing common sense??

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