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I love this smmmmmmm heeseung is so CUTE IN THIS OGMFKFMFKD HIS HAMSTERRRR

SIM JAEYUN ⠀ ⸸⠀ A (UN) SUCCESSFUL GUIDE TO KISSING

💼 . . . for money, you could do anything. even, if it meant sitting through sim jaeyun's written, specially curated, step-by-step guide to kissing.

OR , in which, popular frat-boy, sim jaeyun, pays you to makeout with him

warnings! fmr, swearing & kissing (not suggestively) , lowk embarassing...

genre : college au, two losers falling in love, humor, fluff

💬 : HAPPY 500!!!!!!! soz it took me so long to release, i was waiting until i touched 500 followers :0 big thank u to riri panini (@isoobie) n anna banana ( @sainns) for proof-reading ilu both sm!!! :3 have fun reading (≧∇≦)

(I) PLAYLIST (II) W.C — 3.8K + (III) LIBRARY

IN YOUR 21 YEARS OF LIFE,  you’ve never had a kiss. 

forget a kiss— you haven’t even held hands with the opposite sex, yet. 

the first (and the last, apparently) time you’d ever experienced “love”, was when your 7th grade crush, choi beomgyu, had bought you a chocolate milk from your school’s vending machine. 

you know your love life is pathetic and embarrassing, but you can’t do anything about it, can you?

“do you like herpes?”,  was the first thing you heard, while exiting your class amongst a wave of other students. 

“what?” you frowned, looking up to see none-other than sim jaeyun, holding an overtly colorful pamphlet.  you knew who sim jaeyun was, everyone on this college campus knew, too. he was a popular member of a popular frat, and, the owner of a 10/10 face. 

you realized; he looked even better up-front.  however, you’d never crossed paths with the man, you had no reason to. until today, that was. 

“yeah, me neither. but, you can avoid all that, by following this pamphlet,” he shook the pamphlet for emphasis, “‘a successful guide to kissing’, which is written by me, jake sim,” he finished, with a smile. 

“if this is some weird, frat-promo thing, i’m not interested,” you said, pushing past him, only for him to jog up-to your pace. 

“how’d you know it’s frat-related?” 

“everyone can figure out that you’re frat-related.” 

“how?”

your eyes flitted towards his chest, where, a button denoting a frat emblem, “EN”, was pinned. he peered down, cheeks slightly red as he looked back up. 

“that was self-explanatory, i guess,” he chuckled. 

“yep,” you nodded. after that, you’d hoped that he’d walk away, or something. however, you (awkwardly and evidently) realized that he still stood before you, and it seemed as if he had no intent of leaving. 

“do you need anything else?” you asked, and his eyes lit up. 

“yeah, actually. i need to give a crash-course to one person, about this pamphlet’s topic,” he shook the paper (again), “for my frat. we’ve got this event going on, you see.” 

“okay,” you hummed, dragging out the ending syllable of the word. 

“so, you’re in?” 

“no.”

“but, initially, you said, ‘okay’, yeah? doesn’t that, technically, mean that you’re interested?” he cocked his head, confused. 

“i said, ‘okay’, so that i don’t come off as an asshole. keep up,” you rolled your eyes, shouldering the straps of your tote, which insisted on slipping down. 

“please? i’ve got a bet going on this too— i swear, i won’t take too long to explain it.” 

“there were at least, i ‘dunno, 50 other girls walking out of that class. why couldn’t you have gone and annoyed someone else?” 

“you looked the prettiest.” 

“that’s the stupidest reason i’ve ever heard,” you grumbled. you could notice how he was getting desperate: he couldn’t look at you, his hand was rubbing the back of his neck, and the paper-guide was about to slip from his hands. 

luckily, before the paper hit the ground, you caught it.

“here,” you said, handing it to him, “listen, i’d love to sit through your course or whatever, sure, but what’s in it for me?”, you continued, with a shrug. 

“what if i paid you?”

“what?” 

“i’ll pay you 50 dollars, that’s—” 

“70,000 kwon, give or take,” you whispered, while he nodded. you weren’t exactly ‘broke’, but neither were you ‘rich’. but, being a college student who was barely-surviving, it didn’t matter how much money, you just wanted it.  

“when, and where do i show up for your course?”

Ⅰ. STEP ONE :  ATTRACTION & LOVE

before entering jaeyun’s dorm-room, he’d informed you about his wacky-roommate, so, you remembered to look-away/ignore the presence of the other man. 

“heeseung’s going to be watching, ‘crazy rich asians’, so, pretend he doesn’t exist.”

“why? i like that movie, it isn't bad.” 

“no, he watches it every evening. plus, he doesn’t want anyone to bother him while he’s watching it.” 

“..sure. i'll keep that in mind.”

he led you to his room, and you looked around, impressed. his sheets on the bed were neatly folded, and his desk was clean. there was a stand, where he kept his collection of shoes aligned, but that display wasn't what caught your attention.

“it’s clean. your room’s clean,” you muttered.

“did you think it'd be dirty?” he responded, while grabbing a chair for you to sit. 

“yes,” you said, plopping onto the said-chair, while ogling at his sculptures (solely made out of lego), which were the true items of your interest.

“i’m offended,” he scoffed.  

you didn’t care if he was offended. instead, you thrived off of the fact that he was offended, as he’d insisted on you coming to his dorm, instead of him doing the opposite.

but, regardless of your complaints, there you were. sitting in sim jaeyun’s room, at 5 P.M, warily eyeing the pamphlet, trying to find different ways to criticize it.  

“why’s the text on it, so pink?” 

“i like pink.” 

“you know what this looks like? like those carbonara-buldak packets.” 

“is that supposed to be an insult?” he raised his eyebrow.  

“are you insulted?”

“not really.”

“then, it isn’t an insult,” you said, very matter-of-factly. “you’re going to start with the topic, ‘attraction’?” you continued, your gaze fixated on the heading, “ATTRACTION”, which was boldly-typed within the guide.

“you’re a genius,” he mockingly-grinned.

what is attraction? is it love, or is it something else?

you didn’t know,  but sim jaeyun did. clearly, because he was geeking out over the difference between the two.  

“attraction is solely based on looks, while love is deep within. people confuse attraction with love, so i thought it was best to explain it to you, at the very beginning,” he said. 

“i thought the guide was going to teach me how to kiss, and stay safe, or whatever.” 

“you can’t study something, without understanding the basics first,” he groaned.

“okay, let’s say, i meet jennifer lawrence—” 

“jennifer lawrence?”

“shut up.” 

“okay.” 

“so, i meet jennifer lawrence, and you know she’s really hot, yeah?” 

“i guess.” 

“yeah, so, if i meet her, and ‘cause i think she’s beautiful, is that attraction or love? because, you know, i feel really deeply for her, like we have a connection, but i think she’s crazy hot, too.” 

“that’s a great example,” he said, bringing his hands together, “because, love and attraction can always coincide on the way, and intertwine,” he finished, while interlinking his fingers with each other.

once he was done, and when you were walking back to your dorm, you knew that one thing was clear.  sim jaeyun, was a fucking dork.  no frat-boy would’ve taken the time to explain the difference between love and attraction, they would’ve jumped into the real-deal. 

so, it was necessary for you to make a mental-correction. sim jaeyun was a respectful dork. 

Ⅱ. STEP TWO :  GET CLOSER

“why do you call your money, dollars, instead of kwon?” you asked, handing him a bottle of chocolate milk. to complete the second stage of his guide, which involved getting familiar with each other, he’d insisted that he drop you off to your classes.

“is this expired?” he quizzed, eyeing the package. 

“i literally pulled it out of the vending machine, in front of you.”

“anyways. i call them dollars, because i’m from australia.” 

“australia? cool. do you know how to surf?” 

“that’s kind-of stereotypical.”

“but, do you?” you teased. 

“yeah,” he admitted, causing you to smugly-smile.

“hey, why don’t you join a frat?” 

“i didn’t know we were playing ‘21-questions’,” you said, stabbing the straw into your juice bottle. 

“why do you get to ask me a question, and i don’t?” 

“touché. okay, i guess i don’t like that frat-related crowd. they remind me of cult type shit, i don’t know. plus, the members are weird, freaky.”

“freaky?”

“yeah— they’re like, in the middle. they’re either freaky cute, or freaky weird.” 

“what am i, then? freaky cute, or freaky weird?” he smiled, maintaining a steady eye-contact with you, all the while.

freaky cute, you thought, but it was best that, you kept it to yourself.

“freaky weird.” 

“that’s rude,” he pouted. 

“that pout proves my point,” you cringed. 

“shut up,” he grumbled, causing you to chuckle.

“my turn, again. why do you call yourself ‘jake’, when your name’s jaeyun?” 

“i like the sound of, ‘jake’, better. plus, that’s my english name.” 

“‘jaeyun’ sounds cuter, though.” 

“if you like it, you can call me ‘jaeyun’. i don’t mind,” he shrugged. 

“okay, jaeyun,” you smiled.  he smiled. 

Ⅱ. STEP THREE :  CONSENT

when you’d (been bribed) accepted to take part of jaeyun’s dare/course, you hadn’t expected to be sat down and meticulously explained about consent. also, you definitely hadn’t expected to be taught about consent, nonetheless by a 21-year-old man.

“so. i’ve called you here, because heeseung wanted privacy,” he said, folding his hands together, whilst sitting grimly at the café table, which was meant for two. it was obvious he felt out of place, considering the array of couples surrounding your table (you tried your best to ignore. ignorance is bliss). 

“privacy? for what?” 

“he’s bought a hamster, and he wants it to get comfortable.” 

“why wouldn't it get comfortable, if we were around?” 

“i don’t know. i think heeseung’s afraid that i might call it fat.”

“would you call it fat?” 

“probably,” he laughed.  you’d noticed, he had a nice smile. did everyone notice his smile, or was it just you?  

“anyways, so, i’m here to coach you about consent.” 

“okay.” 

“don’t be funny, or make any sarcastic comments,” he warned, and you nodded. 

‘no’  means no. when said, ‘no’, you back away, and try to be civil.  

if jaeyun ever said, ‘no’, to  you, would you still remain civil? or, would you break-down and cry? 

you weren’t sure. 

“hey, are you even listening?” 

“of course, jae. you’re always blabbing, i can’t help but listen,” you groaned in affirmation, waving your fork around, then stabbing it into the piece of cake that jaeyun had offered to buy you.

“what did you say?” 

“i said, you blab all the time, so i can’t help but listen.” 

“no, before— before that.” 

“i think i said, ‘of course’?” you nervously said.  he caught you. 

“no, you said, ‘jae’,” he smiled. 

“oh. i guess i did, i don’t know. it came out in the heat of the moment,” you awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with the cake before you. 

“sorry, do you not like it? i mean, it is kind of silly, so—” 

“no. no, i really like it. ‘jae’, it just rolls off the tongue, you know? i love it,” he grinned, leaning forward to grab your hands. 

“can you say it, one more time?”         

“fuck no, that’s embarrassing,” you mumbled, yanking your hands away. 

“aw, are you shy?” 

“i’ll slap you, shut up.”

“can i tell you something?”  he asked, after a pause. 

“sure,” you nodded. 

“it was never a bet. ‘EN’ never proposed any bet, or event for the pamphlet.”

“i know. i had a feeling,” you chuckled. 

“the pamphlet was a crack-project i made with my friends. we thought it’d be a funny way to promote safety, because sex-ed doesn’t do shit. heeseung dared me. he said, if i could explain the guide to anyone, he’d buy me coffee for a week-straight.” 

“so, all this was for coffee? is my worth equivalent to that of coffee?” you joked, but watched as his eyes became sombre. 

“you’re worth much more. like, coffee pudding.”

“that’s such a stupid comparison.”  you blanked, watching as he shrugged.

“why did you choose me, then? you must’ve had some reason.”

“you were the prettiest. didn’t i tell you that, already?”

Ⅳ. STEP FOUR :  KISS, MAYBE?

you knew it was a bad idea, letting yourself become closer with jaeyun. 

you tried your best to live life regularly, to get your mind off of him. you’d do your classes in the morning (you tried your best to avoid walking with him to your lectures), head to lunch with your friends, then keep yourself occupied in libraries and assignments, for as long as you could.

but, the problem was, that, you always seemed to find him, or he always ended up finding you.

“are you ignoring me?” he asked, while you both walked towards his dorm. he’d spotted you, while you were sipping a cup of (sad, and lonely) coffee, and invited you over (to meet heeseung’s hamster. apparently, heeseung said it needed a bit of social interaction).

“i don’t know, am i?” 

“don’t give me those stupid-answers,” he grumbled. 

“i’m not. i don’t have any reason to ignore you, jaeyun.”    

“jae.” 

“okay, i don’t have any reason to ignore you, jae.” 

“good. i’m glad we can be transparent with each other.”

transparent? you were anything but transparent, at the moment. 

“yeah. transparency is key, am i right?”  you grinned, but unfortunately for you, you didn’t come off as funny, just horribly-awkward. 

“are you okay? you don’t seem like yourself,” he blinked. 

“no, i’m fine.”  

“if you say so. i needed to pay you, so it’s good i found you.” 

you looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“pay?”

“yeah. remember, 70,000 kwon? that’s—” 

“50 dollars, give or take,” you finished, with a self-satisfied, triumphant smile. 

as you sat in jake’s room, waiting for him to grab his wallet from the living room, you realized this might’ve been the last time you’d ever come over. the last time you’d see the lego-sculpture of groot on the little table, or his collection of shoes, arranged in the display.

“here you go,” he said, his voice cutting you out of your daze. you stared at the crisp, 50$ note that he held.

“i couldn’t find the exact notes for 70,000. are you okay with this? or, just wait— i’ll find it somewhere,” he mumbled, looking around his room. 

“don’t worry about it, it’s okay. i’ll exchange it somewhere,” you reassured, causing him to gratefully smile.

“you know, i still feel kinda bad.” 

“what do you mean?” 

“i basically bribed you into this, right? like, i don’t even know if heeseung will actually buy me coffee for a week straight, because he’s just like that,” he said, sitting down next to you, “but, i wasted your time, you’ll never get that time back,” he finished, gesturing his hands around, to explain. 

you noticed that, too. he moved his hands a lot, to articulate his thoughts.  why did you notice these little, unimportant traits of his?

“i mean, i had fun. and, i got paid, so, i don’t know about you, but i liked it,” you defended. you didn't want him to think, that, the time you'd spent with him was for nothing.  

“on the basis of learning, however, i didn’t learn shit. i mean, i didn’t even learn the main thing, jaeyun,” you teased, watching as his eyes blurred with confusion. 

“the main thing?” 

“yeah, the ‘main thing’? you know, it’s, ‘a successful guide to kissing’, but you didn’t teach me how to kiss,” you chuckled, hoping that he’d brush it off as a joke. 

if he didn’t, then, well. you didn’t know what to do, if he didn’t.

“i must’ve forgotten,” he murmured, his head slightly tilting, and, for some reason, it seemed as if he was inching closer towards you.

“can i?” he whispered, and you nodded, numbly.

his hands reached to tuck the (non-existent) piece of hair, dangling by your ears, and then to cup your cheeks. his eyes were beautiful, you noted, again.

god, when was it going to happen?  it felt like forever, all you wanted was to feel his lips against yours, or, at least, against your cheeks. 

“i present to you,”   heeseung announced, slamming the door open. his sudden appearance caused the both of you to instantly freak. you pushed jaeyun away, and, in turn, he stumbled backwards, his elbows breaking his fall. 

you thought you were pretty fast with it, but, that was probably you being delusional. 

heeseung stood in the doorway, holding the little hamster in his hands, his eyes wide, lips slightly twitching.  “the hamster”, he quietly squeaked out. 

your eyes darted towards jaeyun, watching as his ears and cheeks burnt pink, and his hair messily toppled over his forehead. you supposed, it was a bit embarrassing for him.  after all, he was interrupted before he could even kiss you, so you were sure it might’ve touched his ego. 

“oh. i got it. i’ll just— um, come back later, i guess,” heeseung laughed, loudly, trying to salvage whatever damage he’d caused. 

“hey, it’s fine. i’ve got an evening class anyways, i’ve got to go,” you assured, getting up from your spot. you smiled at jaeyun, apologetically, before brushing past heeseung to leave.

while you walked back, you expected yourself to tear-up, or at least, feel embarrassed. however, you didn’t feel like crying, or anything of the sort— you just found yourself confused. 

if you weren’t avoiding jaeyun before, you definitely were, now.  it wasn’t because you were afraid of confrontation, but because you weren’t sure how to phrase your thoughts. you had a million thoughts swirling deep within you, and you preferred that some of your feelings remained private, instead of you blurting them all out to him. 

you’d see him hanging around at the café that you both liked, with his friends, and you’d immediately walk the other way. sometimes, you’d see him talking to yunjin, your roommate, and you found yourself wondering about how the two knew each other. 

you weren’t sure how you felt, but you knew one thing for sure. you had no say, or any right to feel jealous of his love-life, seeing how you were shying away from a conversation with jaeyun. jaeyun—  who wouldn’t judge you, no matter what.

“yunjin?” you asked, causing her to hum in response. 

“do you know sim jaeyun? that frat-boy?” 

“jaeyun? you mean jake, right?” 

“yeah, jake,” you nodded.  both of you were on the sofa, in your communal living room, and her head was leaning on your shoulder. she straightened up, grabbing the remote beside her and pausing the movie that was playing before the two of you. 

“what about him?” she smiled, a teasing glint in her eyes. 

“no, it’s nothing like that,” you quickly said, hoping that the flush on your cheeks wasn’t visible, “i just saw the two of you talking the other day, and you both looked super cute together. i was wondering if you guys were going-out, or anything like that.” 

“what? no, oh my gosh, no,” she laughed, shaking her head. 

“we went to the same highschool together. i’ve known him for a bit, that’s all,” she explained, and you knew you were slightly-wrong for feeling relieved. 

“oh. strange— he’s never mentioned you before. the three of us could’ve hung out, if he’d told me,” you frowned, fidgeting with your hands.  why hadn’t he ever told you? 

“c’mon, isn’t it obvious at this point?” yunjin groaned, “he definitely has something for you. he’s probably never told you about me, because he knew you’d want us three to hang out, together. maybe, he just wanted to spend time with you?” she reasoned, and you felt hot. 

your hand reached the nape of your neck, and you rubbed it, as you tried to convince yourself of the fact that he liked you. he had something for you. 

“i didn’t think of it in that way,” you admitted, making her smile. 

“plus, i’d never go for jaeyun,” she continued, with a gag, “i’ve been talking to this really cute guy, recently. he goes to HYBE, that university downtown.” 

“what’s his name?” you asked, leaning in front. 

“beomgyu. he’s really cute, he’s in this band, too. i like band-boys, i think,” yunjin giggled, and you felt your face drop, in astonishment. 

“you mean.. choi beomgyu?” 

“yeah, that’s him. do you know him?” 

“no,” you deadpanned. 

after what yunjin had told you, you needed an entire day, in order to get your thoughts straight. after you’d thought everything out, you sat in your room, gathering your guts, before pressing jaeyun’s number on your phone. you both often called, but, obviously, stopped after the incident in his dorm. 

you heard the tone dial, each second making you further anxious.  as soon as you heard the familiar sound that indicated he’d picked up the call, you started speaking. 

“hey, jaeyun. listen, i know it was super-wrong of me to start ignoring you, because that was out of nowhere, and we should’ve talked it out like, you know, mature people, but i kinda chickened out, and now we’re here. look, i like you, i like talking to you a lot, and—” you babbled, before you heard him laugh over the phone, and you paused.

“you’re laughing?” you frowned, unaware why he was acting so casual. 

“you’re okay, okay? just— calm down.” you fell silent, taking a deep breath, after hearing his voice.

“can i come over? or, you know what, why don’t you come outside?” he gently said, his words nearly making you melt. 

“where? where are you?” 

“just come outside.” 

you immediately grabbed your shoes and rushed out your room. the slam of your door against the wall effectively startled yunjin, who was getting something from the kitchen. 

“careful with the door!” she yelled after you, but you were too jumpy to respond. your nerves were on fire and you felt like throwing up, but, in a good way.  if that was even possible. 

each step of the staircase that you ran down, felt like forever. there was a perfectly good elevator that you could’ve used, but your mind was just too frazzled. it was strange, how ‘frazzled’ you’d gotten over the simple idea of seeing jaeyun. 

you noticed that you were still on call with him, and you tapped the button to put the call on speaker.

“jaeyun? are you there?” you asked, still jumping and skipping down steps, nearly tripping over your own feet in your hurry.

“why don’t you see for yourself?” he murmured, and before you could answer, you heard him hang up. 

you ran out your dorm-building, looking around, as you pocketed your phone.  you probably looked crazy, panting and sweaty in your leggings, with the mismatched shoes, but you couldn’t care less. 

“hi,” he smiled, and you looked up. he was just a bit away, waving with a goofy smile.

“hi,” you said aloud, and you both looked at each other, before you felt yourself start into a short jog. from a jog, it escalated into a full-blown run, as you jumped into his arms. you felt his hands around clutching your waist, your hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. 

“i missed you,” he whispered. 

“i know,” you mumbled, crashing your lips against his. it felt like the world had stopped, and it was just the two of you.  your lips, his lips, the scent of his deodorant, the smell of your hoodie, everything was intermingled. your hands cupped his cheeks, as you pulled him in.

it was silly, how he was much taller than you, yet willingly bent over to just feel your embrace. you smiled against his lips, and he pulled away. 

“what?”  he laughed, with flushed-out cheeks, and you shrugged. 

“no, i’m just really happy to see you,” you softly said.

Ⅴ. STEP FIVE :  HAPPILY EVER AFTER. YAY!

“so, what did we learn from all this?” jaeyun asked you, while you walked hand-in-hand with him. 

“never attempt to makeout in your dorm.” 

“i almost forgot about that,” he winced, “but, no. the most important thing that we learnt, is that love never follows a plan! it’s always unpredictable,” he nodded, clearly pleased with his interpretation of the entire situation that had played out between the two of you. 

“and, that, your guide is an absolute failure. it’s an unsuccessful guide to kissing, really. we only kissed, after a period of ignoring each other. i'm pretty sure that wasn't written in the guide.”

“oh, yeah. good point. that too,” he grinned, leaning over to press a kiss against your forehead, with twinkling eyes and a bright smile.