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fight for my way!

pairing: best friend’s brother!heeseung x reader x bff!jungwon, ft lee chaeyeon as your best friend

summary: you’ve harboured a huge crush on your bff’s brother, heeseung for quite a bit. each encounter with him has you stuttering and blushing like a mess much to the dismay of your best friend, jungwon. it’s summer vacation, but unfortunately you won’t have the time to relax as you battle with your newfound feelings instead of kicking someone’s ass in training for taekwondo. you certainly did not sign up for this 

genre: f2l, best friend’s brother trope, crack??, coming of age, jungwon and mc practice taekwondo

warnings: making out, fighting, angst, fluff, swearing, mc beats up someone, mentions of blood, mc is super embarrassing and a major simp teehee, flirty heeseung(as always), i know nothing about taekwondo so please excuse me if i made any mistakes related to it

note: nothing based off the drama ahaha. this was originally a txt fic, now republished as an enha one(it's edited). i wrote this like a year ago and idk why but some parts of it give off disney movie vibes💀 enjoy!!!

word count: 8.1kish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

you knew it’s wrong to simp over your friends, but you couldn’t help it.

since when did yang jungwon get so hot?

you hadn’t even worn your dobok yet and you were already sweating just looking at him box with that punching bag. his arm muscles flexed and rippled deliciously, and his face which was contorted into a focused expression, glimmered under the studio lights due to the layer of sheen sweat that coated his body. a drop rolled down the bridge of his nose and was about to land on his lips when he stopped and wiped it off. the sudden change in movement brought you out of your daydream and you mentally punched yourself for drooling over one of your best friends. 

you need to stop simping over anyone who is even the slightest bit hot.

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walked towards the locker room to get changed. shuffling through your belongings, you tried to find the plastic in which you had kept your dobok, when you were startled by the feeling of someone's hand on your back. you looked behind to see your best friend chaeyeon grinning at you. 

“you’re a bit early today.”, she stated. 

“yeah, my mom kicked me out of the house at six in the morning.” you sighed, “i was wandering around till class started.” 

chaeyeon patted your shoulder sympathetically. ever since the summer holidays for your senior year had started, your mom had been making sure you didn’t laze around the house and be productive everyday. this was the last year for your taekwondo training and then you would finally receive your black belt. so, your mom felt it was important for you to go for training. 

every. single. day.

honestly, you were a bit pissed in the beginning because you couldn’t join the rest of your school friends on their month long trip to kyoto. but, jungwon and chaeyeon were staying back as well for their training, so it wasn’t that bad. 

you wore the white jacket on top of your t-shirt and slipped your belt through the white loops. your pants were almost up your calves when chaeyeon spoke again. 

“do you wanna come over to my house in the evening? we should get started on our physics project.

you jumped in excitement at her offer, “is your brother gonna be there?” 

chaeyeon slapped your arm, “why does that matter? we have to do our work, i’m not going to sit there and watch you fangirl over him.” 

ah yes, chaeyeon's brother, lee heeseung. 

the man you were absolutely smitten with.

the perfect, handsome, smart and talented golden boy of the school.

your crush of three years.

and lately, it felt like he was reciprocating your feelings as well because he had started flirting with you back. you didn’t care if you were being delusional, you would take any chance to interact with him, which is why you were always ecstatic to visit chaeyeon’s house.

“just tell me please”, you dragged out your sentence in a whiny voice, making chaeyeon hiss at the annoying sound. 

“okay okay, he’s going to be there. he has nothing to do this week.” 

you squealed and pumped your fist in the air. chaeyeon just rolled her eyes at your actions and pulled you out of the locker room to join the training.

you lay spread eagle on the blue foam mat. your arms felt like wet, heavy ham and the muscles in your thighs felt like they were stretched to the maximum. you really shouldn’t have skipped your warm up, but you had no idea how rigorous today’s training would be. your coach was hellbent on making sure you perfected your double roundhouse kick and only let you take a break when you got the hang of it. these were probably the most tiring four hours of your life. 

suddenly, a handsome face came into your view as the person loomed over your body and blocked the light, making you jolt up. after getting a closer look you realised it was just your best friend, jungwon. you stomped on his feet out of annoyance. 

“you startled me man.” 

“i thought you fell asleep”, he huffed at your actions “let’s go home now, my stomach is gonna digest itself if i don’t feed it anything soon.”

you rolled your eyes at his exaggeration and went towards the locker room to get your belongings.

chaeyeon had already left before you both, so you took the shorter route towards your house. usually, you both would drop her off along the way and then walk back together since you lived right next to each other. 

the walk back home was rather silent, filled with occasional slurps of the popsicles you both had bought. your walks home were usually always filled with a comfortable science accompanied by some type of snack. lately, you both had been trying to eat all the popsicle flavours of the new trending brand. so today, you both tried the cherry lime flavour and honestly, it was absolutely disgusting. you stared at the bright red and green ice on the stick and grimaced. 

“this tastes really bad”, you stuck out your tongue in disgust “especially the cherry side, it’s just frozen cough medicine.” 

jungwon shrugged his shoulders, “i kind of like it, the combination is nice.” 

you wrinkled your nose at his remark, “you have bad taste.” 

he turned to look at you with mock hurt on his face when you noticed a red stain from the popsicle on the corner of his lips. you walked up to him and  tried to rub off the insistent stain from the corner of his lips, making jungwon freeze in his spot. you looked at him to be met with his eyes already staring at your face. his face looked flushed and his eyes were wide open. his eyes.

they were so mesmerising, looking like pools of freshly brewed coffee that always held a sparkle in them. you quickly moved away when jungwon suddenly spoke up.

“w-what are you doing?”

you cleared your throat and looked away, “you had a red stain on your face.”

these types of awkward encounters had been frequenting a lot between you both lately and you felt slightly bothered by it.

he rolled his eyes and tried to play it off, “your lips are green, eat the cherry part also. you look like mike wazowski.”

“shut up.”, you muttered while wiping your lips.

you handed your half eaten popsicle to him and resumed walking. feeling disgusted by the sight of him gorging down both of the disgusting frozen treats you decided to change the topic. 

“i’m going to chaeyeon's house later to start our physics project.” 

jungwon nodded absentmindedly at that.

“hee is gonna be there too”, you sighed dreamily, making him glare at you.

“why are you still obsessed with that bastard?”

you gasped in offence, “how dare you call him that? he’s an amazing guy.”  

jungwon chucked the ice cream sticks in the nearby dustbin a bit too forcefully for your liking. every mention of heeseung’s name always riled him up. both of them were academic rivals, always competing for the top spot, which was why they were never nice to each other and always bickered. but you were not letting their issue meddle with your non-existent love life. 

“he’s annoying and not a nice guy”, jungwon walked faster making you break out into a slight jog.

“just last week i saw him walking around with a new chick.” he threw his hands in the air, “how could he do that when he just dumped his girlfriend!” 

yeah that was true. heeseung was a bit of a playboy. you weren’t surprised though, his good looks and personality had girls throwing themselves on him right and left and he just accepted it. you didn't mind, you were ready to forgive him for that.

“i don’t care, i know he would never hurt someone intentionally.” 

jungwon shook his head at your obvious lovesickness. you were too blinded by your crush to notice the possibility of getting hurt. you waved him off when you reached your driveway. 

“bye won, i have to pick an outfit for the evening.” 

jungwon didn’t bother looking at you and just simply reminded you that it wasn’t a date. but who cares? definitely not you.

the shiny silver doorbell was waiting for you, inviting you to press it, but you just stood like a fool at chaeyeon’s doorstep. why were you getting nervous for absolutely no reason?(heeseung). it’s not like this was your first time visiting her house. 

you dismissed your worry with a nervous chuckle and smoothened your hair down one last time. the summer heat was making it frizzier by the second and you had to look your best for heeseung, which meant you had to enter the house soon. taking a deep breath, you finally pressed the doorbell. 

a few moments later, the door swung open, unveiling the most beautiful sight known to mankind—heeseung's beaming face. he gave your outfit a quick once-over, and his smile evolved into a teasing smirk. glancing down at your sage green tank top and acid-washed denim shorts, a hint of uncertainty crept in. were they not to his liking? despite your attempt at a casual look, a moment of self-doubt lingered in the air.

“what’s up?”

his voice broke you out of your dilemma. now you felt too scared to respond. taking another deep breath you tried to keep your voice steady. 

“i’m here to study with chaeyeon.” 

for some reason, his smirk grew even wider as he checked you out once again, casually leaning against the doorframe. wait, was he actually checking you out? you really sucked at this love stuff because you had absolutely no idea what was going on. were you reading into things too much?"

“studying during summer break?”

he raised his eyebrows as if reminding you to speak. you cleared your throat, “yeah we have to complete a physics project.” 

he nodded. “chaeyeon is out running errands though. she won’t be back for another hour.” 

you frowned at that information, “but she told me to come over.” heeseung shrugged his shoulders, motioning for you to come in. 

“you can wait in her room.” 

you had no choice but to agree because he had already started walking in. you sighed and mentally sent a prayer to all the gods to prevent you from embarrassing yourself further. 

suddenly, he stopped in his steps and spinned around to face you. you immediately forced your feet to stop walking to prevent crashing into him. “do you want to watch a movie with me instead?” 

your heart dropped to your toenails at his words. as much as you wanted to jump at the offer, there was no way you would survive an entire movie with him without embarrassing yourself. 

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you tried to look as apologetic as possible, “actually i should get started on my work, maybe another time?” 

heeseung shrugged, “yeah sure.” 

you gave him a sheepish smile and started your ascent up the stairs to chaeyeon's room. the entire time, you could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back. the outfit was a good choice. smirking to yourself, you pushed the door to chaeyeon's room open. 

it had been over an hour and so far you had listed out all the main points and subheadings to be included in your project. you had no idea when chaeyeon would come back; every time you called her she would say that she'll be home soon. there was a lot of rush at the supermarket she had forcibly gone to with her mom. you had thought about going back home but your mom wanted you to study as much as you could and it wasn’t evening yet, so here you are. 

your face was almost going into the laptop screen because of the amount of concentration you had on finding the perfect template for your ppt. the opening of the door shortly distracted you, but you deemed that it was chaeyeon. 

"bro, what took you so long?”, you spoke in a exasperated tone “was it actually that crowded? it's not even a weekend today." you didn't bother looking behind and continued doing your work. 

you immediately stopped what you were doing as the feeling of two arms wrapping loosely around your collarbone made you stiffen up. a warm breath fanned your neck sending chills down your spine. "it’s me."

heeseung.

how and why were his arms wrapped around you? you weren't complaining because this was your dream come true but at the same time this was not good for your heart, which at this point was about to beat its way out of your chest. 

you rolled your chair away from his hold and stood up, almost about to trip over nothing. you were sure you looked redder than a tomato right now, but you somehow managed the courage to look up at heeseung, who was already staring back at you. his head was tilted slightly and his pink lips were scrunched up in a pout. 

brushing a non existent stand of hair away from your face, you decided to question him about his previous actions. 

"why did you do that?"

he looked at you innocently in question, as if asking you what?

"the hug, why did you just hug me out of nowhere?"

a look of realisation crossed his face and he just chuckled softly at your question. "i was pretending to be chaeyeon." he smirked, "why? don't friends hug each other?"

if he was flirting with you or friend zoning you, you had absolutely no idea. you had to change the conversation quickly. 

"why did you come up, is chaeyeon back now?"

"she's on the way now," he pointed towards the door, "i just made some rose lemonade. let's go drink that while you wait." 

you nodded and followed him down to the kitchen. you leaned against the marble counter, trying to look as calm and collected as possible while heeseung fetched the pitcher full of the pink drink. suddenly, he turned around and started walking towards you, making you instantly freeze at your spot with an awkward smile etched onto your face. he got closer and stopped once his feet were almost touching yours. giving you a dashing smile he slowly leaned forward. was he going to kiss you? 

your dream is finally coming true! you closed your eyes and puckered your lips slightly in anticipation for his to land on them. but that never happened. you opened your eyes to see a wide eyed heeseung staring back at you with two glasses in his hand. oh, he was only reaching for the glasses behind you. 

embarrassment washed over you, making your cheeks flame up in shame as heeseung chuckled. you really wanted to melt away into a big puddle of nothing right now. clearing your throat you snatched a glass from his hand and poured yourself the lemonade. heeseung watched you with an amused smile as you chugged down the entire glass in one go to cool down your burning cheeks. 

“was it that good?”

you nodded enthusiatically, “you have to send me the recipe!” 

heeseung laughed at your reaction and poured you another glass. he probably had the most beautiful laugh and you could hear it on replay for hours. you smiled dreamily at him. by now, literally everyone knew about your humongous crush on him. 

the thing was, you had horrible flirting skills and were always oblivious if someone showed interest in you. your exemplary skills in taekwondo and bubbly personality had attracted many but you ended up friendzoning them unintentionally. you only had eyes for heeseung, who was currently washing the dishes you both had drunk from. he was such boyfriend material. you stood up straight once he spoke up.

“my friend is hosting a party this friday.” he turned off the tap and wiped his hands on the kitchen towel. “i’m sure you know who jake is.” you hummed in reply. 

“you should come, it’ll be fun.” 

you were usually never interested in parties, in fact you never had the time to even think about it while juggling school and taekwondo together. but, you had a bit of free time now since school was off. and heeseung’s offer kind of seemed like he was asking you on a date? you can’t just straight up ask him that so maybe you should just go and find out. this could finally be your moment to directly confess your feelings. you were getting tired of holding them back.

“okay,” you smiled, “i’ll be there.”

heeseung’s face brightened up at your words. “that's great-”

“can i bring jungwon as well?” 

his smile dropped, but he nodded somewhat enthusiastically, which didn’t really show on his face. oh right, they hate each other. the air turned awkward at the mention of his name and you were brainstorming things to change the subject when you were saved by the doorbell. 

you immediately perked up the sound, “ah, i think chaeyeon is home.” 

heeseung gave a forced smile back, “yeah, have fun with your project. i have some work to do. i’ll see you on friday.” with that, he walked back to his room.

your face fell at his sudden change of behaviour. you knew he had no work to do this week because chaeyeon had told you so. it was kind of weird but you assumed it was probably because you mentioned jungwon. he shouldn’t dislike him so much though, afterall he was one of his sister’s closest friends. shrugging it off you walked to the door to let chaeyeon and her mom in.

it was the day of the party and jungwon(who had agreed to attend after much of your insistence) and you stood right outside the door, waiting for someone to open it. chaeyeon had decided not to attend the party and had gone out with her other friends to the amusement park instead. you would have joined her as well because parties were not your thing and you’d rather spend your time riding roller coasters, but this was a matter of love. you had to make sacrifices for your dear heeseung .

the door opened to reveal a beaming jake, “oh hi guys!” he motioned for you both to come inside, “the drinks and snacks are over there and we’re playing games in the living room.” he patted you both on your backs. “have fun!” both of you smiled back at his warm welcome and walked inside the huge bungalow. 

the kitchen counter was lined up with all sorts of colourful sodas and delicacies. the living room stretched far and wide, making you gaze at it in awe. colourful fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, setting the people’s face aglow with multiple colours. trending pop songs blared through the speakers and you could feel the bass thump to the beat of your heart. people were spread across the entire house and some of them were gathered outside in the lawn. 

jungwon pointed at the people playing games, breaking you out of your trance.“i think they’re setting up a game of twister, let’s go join them!” 

you shook your head, “i should go find heeseung first.” 

jungwon’s jaw ticked at your words. he rolled his eyes as he spoke, “i don’t think you should do this, he’s not a good guy.” 

you frowned at his words, “how do you know? you just hate him because he is better than you in academics.” 

he grasped your shoulders and his eyes turned serious. “that’s not the problem. i’ve seen how he treats people. he may act all nice and sweet in front of you, but he’s actually really shallow.” 

he sighed at the perplexed look on your face. “he’s a walking red flag and i’ve been trying to get you to understand that for a long time.”

you remained unfazed at his words because just like he had mentioned, he always said the same thing. no matter what happened you were going to try to shoot your shot. 

flashing him a sympathetic smile, you patted his shoulder. “sorry buddy, nothing is going to stop me. unless you have feelings for me or something.” 

you snickered at your ridiculous thoughts, missing the blush that overtook jungwon’s face. he looked away at your words and shrugged his shoulders. 

“okay then, i gave you enough warnings.” rolling your eyes at this dismissive behaviour you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the group of people setting up the game of twister. 

“calm down drama queen, let’s play this first then i can go accomplish my mission.” he sighed and accompanied you as you said.

the game was going pretty well and you were confident in your chances of winning. you were in a fairly easy position compared to others, who had their limbs twisted in all sorts of hilarious ways. especially jungwon, who was basically in an upside down table pose. you tried not to notice the way his biceps were bulging out from under his black turtleneck, but it was hard to do so. 

looking away from him, you accidentally made eye contact with heeseung who seemed to have just arrived at the party. you waved at him and motioned that you will talk to him later. he gave a bright smile and flashed a thumbs up at your actions. soon after he looked away, a girl with bright red hair walked up to him and kissed his cheek. your heart shattered at her actions. does he have a girlfriend?

he proved your assumptions incorrect when he pushed her off of him. getting a closer look, you realised it was his ex-girlfriend. she was probably just a psycho. you were planning to spy on them more, but annoyed shouts of your name brought you back to reality. 

“what are you doing? you’re the only one left to finish your move, everyone is already done.” 

apologising, you looked at the wheel that had decided your next move. looking back at the twister mat, you realised that all the good required spots were taken. the spots that were left for you were only reachable if you bent over jungwon, which meant you would be leaning over him until the next move. you had no idea why you were feeling so nervous about it though. he was your best friend after all, you were the closest to him. you’ve been together since childhood. it was stupid to feel nervous over something so trivial.

putting on a cool exterior, you leaned over him to take your position. both of your arms were placed next to his torso and your face was directly hovering over his. you were shocked to see his cheeks turn red because of the close proximity of you both. he was avoiding eye contact with you and you frowned. one nudge of your elbow brought his eyes back to yours.

deja vu hit you as you couldn’t help but get lost in his mesmerising eyes once again. that one twinkle that was always present in them no matter what, the colour of his orbs and the warmth they held every time they looked at you made you lean in closer. you were so close to each other that you could see your own reflection in his eyes. butterflies filled your stomach and you felt warm and fuzzy all over at the realisation of your close proximity with him. jungwon could now feel your warm breath on his lips, making him close his eyes in anticipation of his next move.

but instead of that, your face crashed onto the expanse of his neck with an embarrassingly loud smooch. some idiot had kicked your leg by accident, which made you lose your balance and bring down jungwon with you. you don’t know what demon possessed you to do this, but you took a big sniff and the smell of vanilla and cologne invaded your senses, making you sigh out in content. the feeling of jungwon’s body stiffening under you brought you out of your stupor and you immediately scrambled to get up. why did you act like a creep, you want to cry now.

you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck when everyone started clearing away. the game had ended because the idiot who had tripped you had also ended up rolling down the entire mat merrily like a bowling bowl, knocking everyone down. 

that wasn't the issue right now though. were you just going to kiss your best friend? there was no way you had any sort of feelings for him. just a month ago you had given him a friendship day bracelet and told him how your friendship had to last forever or you would bite his nose off. so now why were you so curious to know what his lips felt like? you spinned around to see jungwon clutching his chest like he was a heart patient. 

trying to push away the recent embarrassing encounter into the deep, dark pits of your brain, you walked up to him and stood silently, gazing at his lips. they were a light rosy shade of pink and looked glossy due to the coat of transparent lip gloss you had applied on them before coming to the party. they looked so soft.

you were shaken out of your thoughts when jungwon flicked your forehead. you gasped and clutched your forehead in pain, “ow, what was that for?” 

jungwon smirked as he pulled you closer by your shoulders. “you seem kind of obsessed with me lately. those looks haven’t gone unnoticed by me you know.”

he raised an eyebrow cockily, “are you sure it’s not me you have a crush on?” 

you sputtered and coughed like a broken car engine at his words. how did he already guess what was going on in your mind?

shrugging his hands off of you, you gave a firm whack to his chest. “h-how can you even say that! i only have eyes for heeseung, you’re nothing compared to him.” 

jungwon snickered and just pulled you into his side, guiding you towards the table full of food you both had been eyeing. he leaned towards your ear and whispered in a low voice.

“i’m pretty sure we were about to do something else back in the game though.” 

your face burned with embarrassment. nothing can save you now, jungwon was in his cheeky mode. he was oozing with confidence and you were blushing as bright as a beet.  

you huffed in annoyance and pushed him away to speed walk towards the table. not bothering to wait for him to catch up, you picked up two humongous cupcakes, ready to stuff your mouth. suddenly, a hand came up to your shoulder making, you almost drop your food in surprise. thinking it was jungwon, you put the ugliest scowl on your face and turned around to face him. 

“what do you-” 

you paused midway through your sentence when you realised who was in front of you. it was a smiling heeseung, who looked smoking hot today. he had adorned a tight fitted black shirt with a grey patterned jacket and his hair was styled to show off his gorgeous forehead. you immediately dropped your scowl and put on your most charming smile. 

“oh hey heeseung !” 

his smile widened at your greeting but all of a sudden, his eyes turned dark when he looked at something behind you. you looked over to see jungwon standing there with two cups in his hand, his expression as cold as ice. they both were practically shooting lasers from their eyes and you could almost feel the heat from it. gulping, you looked away and tried to think of what to say.  

“i have to tell you something important.” you blurted out. heeseung  finally broke his staring contest with jungwon and smiled at you.

“sure, go ahead.” 

okay, this was the perfect time to confess your feelings.

although, for some reason you hesitated before speaking. you could not stop thinking about what happened between you and your best friend today. were you doing the right thing or should you ponder on it more? unfortunately, one raise of heeseung’s eyebrow had you spilling everything out. 

“i have a crush on you.”

is this how it feels like to have a heart attack? because suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore and your heart was pounding erratically. maybe it wasn’t a good idea to confess if you felt this scared after it. 

before you could comprehend heeseung’s reaction to your confession, the feeling of something cold and sticky being poured over you made you scream in shock.

your mouth was hung open in shock as you turned around to see who the culprit was. it was the same girl with cherry red hair who had kissed heeseung  on the cheek before. 

“what the fuck was that for?”, you spat in anger. 

she crossed her arms with a stupid smirk painted onto her face. “you were shamelessly flirting with my boyfriend, i obviously had to do something.” you were about to retort but heeseung beat you to it.

“lena we broke up a week ago, can you stop doing things like this! i’m so sick of you.” 

lena just chuckled and shook her head frantically. pushing you out of the way, she walked up to heeseung and cupped his cheeks with her manicured hands.

“no baby, we’re just going through a bad time. we’re still very much in love with each other.” 

letting out a tired sigh, he pushed her hands away from his face. “stop being so delusional,” he looked towards you with an apologetic gaze, “why would you pour your drink over her? she’s like a sister to me. that’s not acceptable..”

ouch.

this was worse than getting friendzoned, he sister zoned you. 

that too right in front of his ex. 

after you confessed your feelings for him.

you tuned out the rest of his words as anger bubbled up inside you. you knew you were not as delusional as the mosquito of a girl in front of you. heeseung had reciprocated your advances sometimes and had even initiated flirting with you. then why would he say all that?

a warm hand clasped around your forearm that was now sticky from the soda that was poured over you. jungwon pulled you towards him gently with a concerned look on his face. 

“are you okay? do you want to leave?”, your face softened at his genuine concern. 

a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you decided on what you were going to do. “give me five minutes jungwon, i'm going to make sure someone pays for ruining my dress.”

jungwon’s eyebrows raised as he understood what you were about to do. 

you moved towards lena who was still yapping about how much she loved heeseung, and tapped her shoulder. she pushed her tongue against her cheek when she realised it was you.

“what?”

giving her a condescending smile you motioned towards your outfit that was drenched in the sticky soda. “you’re going to have to pay for the damage you did.” 

lena scoffed in disbelief, “and what makes you think i’ll do that? get lost, don’t waste my time.” 

she waved you off and turned back to heeseung . even though it was against your morals to fight with someone weaker than you, you were not going to be civil with her anymore.

grabbing a fistful of her obnoxious bright red hair, you yanked her towards you making her yelp in pain. turning her around, you repeated yourself.

“are you going to pay or not?” 

she looked at you with a crazed look in her eyes. “of course not you psycho.” she punched you weakly on the jaw making everyone around you gasp in shock. 

“you started this”, shrugging you let go of her hair and punched her smack on the nose, making her stumble backwards. a loud crack resonated throughout the room. lena shrieked in pain as her hands became red from trying to stop her nose from bleeding. one of her fake eyelashes(which was about half the length of your fingers) had fallen onto the floor due to the impact of your punch. 

you pouted mockingly, “i guess you’ll have to get a nose job again.”

wiping away the blood from her face she charged at you with her fist ready to strike, but you easily grabbed her arm making her stagger to stop. you twisted her arm around till it was painfully bent behind her back. she whimpered in pain and tapped on your arm.

“ow please, that hurts.” 

you scoffed, “this is nothing, i can do much worse if i want.” 

she looked up at heeseung  with pleading eyes, “h-heeseung please stop this psychotic bi-” 

you tightened your grip on her arm making her groan out in pain. heeseung paid no heed to her words, in fact he was watching the entire scene play out with an amused look on his face. 

you looked to your left and tilted your head at jungwon, silently asking him what to do next. he was watching you with a proud smile and nodded his head signalling you to do what you wanted. you gave him a thumbs up and returned back to your situation.

you gave her a firm kick to her shin, making her fall on her knees. she raised her free hand in defeat.

“alright i’ll pay you for the drycleaning i promise!” 

you huffed loudly and left her arm causing her to completely collapse on the floor. you nodded towards heeseung with a blank face. “you’re going to leave him alone as well.” 

she squeaked out a yes, handed you a fifty dollar bill and scurried away, probably leaving the party.

everyone else cheered loudly for you for standing up to her. you grinned and jogged over to jungwon and grabbed his hand, “how did i do?” 

his eyes held affection as he looked you over, “awesome.”

that one word of praise cheered you up instantly, much better than any amount of ice cream would have.

you both were just about to leave the driveway of jake’s house when the shout of your name made you both halt. you turned to see none other than heeseung jog towards you with a set of keys in his hands. he held them out to you and looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“i think you dropped your keys behind.” your eyes widened and you grabbed them from him, thanking him in a small voice. 

he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down, the action making jungwon’s grip on your hand tighten. “you were really cool back there. i’m glad i got to see you in action.” 

you hummed, not knowing what to say. can he not read the room? it felt so awkward to even look at him anymore. 

he cleared his throat and his confident persona dropped for a minute as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. 

“actually, what i said back there about you being like my sister.” your head shot up at his words. “i didn’t mean any of that.” 

he looked at his feet. “i only said that to get lena off your back, but if i knew you would’ve taken care of it yourself, i never would have done that”, he trailed off in his sentence.

jungwon’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere, making you feel relieved as he questioned what you weren’t able to, “cut to the chase.”

heeseung ignored him and looked directly into your eyes. “well i don’t exactly have feelings for you right now, but i really want to make it up to you. you’re a really cool person,” he stepped closer towards you, “i want to take you out for dinner this sunday.”

you could almost feel the anger radiate off jungwon as he spat out his next words, “did you start finding her cool only because she beat your psycho ex-girlfriend up.” he scoffed, “you don’t owe her a favour, she did what was right.” your shoulders slumped at his words. is that how he actually felt?

heeseung rolled his eyes, “please don’t bring your jealousy into the middle of all this. she can make her own decisions.”

both the boys looked at you intently, waiting for you to make your decision. the urge to crawl in a hole and live there forever was extremely strong right now. you really couldn’t handle the pressure. wanting the best of both worlds, you said the first thing that came up to you.

“i’m okay with the dinner.” 

heeseung ’s face brightened up in victory whilst jungwon dropped his hand from yours in defeat. 

why was he so upset about it now? it’s not like you were going on a date with heeseung, he made it very clear he doesn’t like you. and why were you so adamant on making sure jungwon understood that?

being born as a dolphin would’ve been so much better at this point. at least you wouldn't have to deal with physics and this romance shit.

it was the day of the dinner and you were currently lacing up your doc martens on your front porch. you had decided to wear a black skirt with a white top and a dark brown coat since it was raining today so it was a bit chilly outside, even though it was the middle of summer. you had only just finished wearing your shoes when your phone started ringing, indicating a video call from chaeyeon. 

you furrowed your brows and picked it up, “hello-”

“you absolute moron!” she screamed from the other side making you flinch. 

“what happened? since when did you start insulting me, jungwon was enough-”

“this is about him! how could you be so heartless?”, she cut you off once again. you frowned, what did you do to him? 

“stop making that face, you look like a pug,” she rolled her eyes, “why are you going out with heeseung today?”

oh so that’s what this is about.

you shook your head, “it’s not really a date, he just wanted to take me out to dinner.” 

chaeyeon's lips formed into a thin line at that. “you mean my brother, who’s basically a casanova, is taking you out to a casual dinner?” she shook her head disapprovingly, “i didn’t think you could be so clueless."

you squinted at her in confusion, “just tell me what you want to. don’t beat around the bush. there’s no time for that, he’ll be here any moment.”

pinching her nose in frustration, she let out a deep breath. “jungwon told me the full story of what happened at the party since someone else forgot to.” you gave her a guilty smile at that. chaeyeon caught a horrible flu a few days ago, so you didn’t really get the time to update her on all this.

“he likes you a lot. he’s been hopelessly in love with you since the past five years.” 

your jaw hung open at that. there’s no way your suspicions were right. jungwon actually liked you? you felt gooey and warm like a freshly baked brownie right now. you could feel the heat spread through your entire body at the idea of jungwon liking you, something which you noticed was opposite of what you felt when you were around heeseung.

“close your mouth, i can see your internal organs.” you really wanted to slap her right now because her sarcastic commentary really wasn't helping you with the whirlwind of emotions you were going through. 

you let out a deep sigh, “i really don’t know chaeyeon. i feel so happy and excited at the thought of that? but also kind of scared. he’s my best friend, you know, i don’t want to mess things up.” 

she shook her head at you with pity, “it’s too late for that, you already did.”

“what do you mean?”

“are you kidding me?”, she scoffed. “jungwon is competing in the interstate taekwondo championship today!” 

you stood up from your seat in horror, “what! why didn’t you tell me before?” 

she wiped her runny nose into her tissue and glared at you, “you’re his closest friend, i didn’t think you would forget something so important.” she sighed, “i can’t attend the fight because of my cold, but you should.” 

the honk of a car horn made you look in front to see heeseung waving at you. you mirrored his actions and looked back into your phone. “there’s still time till the fight right?”

she nodded, “kinda, it starts in thirty minutes.” 

muttering a ‘shit’, you thanked her for giving you a reality check. she only nodded and coughed into her tissue once again, “it’s up to you to pick between your amazing and sincere best friend or my brother who’s probably only interested in you for your fighting skills.”

nodding solemnly, you cut the call and stuffed your phone into your side bag. by then, heeseung had walked up to your doorstep with an umbrella in his hand. 

“are you ready to go?”

your hands were sat on your lap as you watched the rain fall outside of the car window. you were sitting in a rather rigid manner on your seat as you listened to heeseung blabber about some olympiads he had won medals for. you felt bad because you weren’t paying any attention to what he was saying. you couldn't get jungwon off of your mind. 

the warmth he made you feel everytime he smiled and when the dimples on his cheeks showed. the way your heart fluttered when you watched him execute taekwondo moves with perfection and the way his face lit up with joy each time he was successful. the butterflies that swarmed your stomach every time you hugged him or held his hand. all of this, you had been brushing them away for so long thinking that this was a normal thing for friends. there was no way you could be more than that. but now realisation seemed to dawn upon you; you had been in love with him all along, perhaps even longer than he has been. 

looking next to you, you observed heeseung. he still made you feel nervous and excited, but you realised that this was a different kind of feeling. the kind you feel when you receive updates from your favourite celebrity. it was nothing more than a schoolgirl crush, the one where he was just good eye candy to admire. he didn’t make you feel the comfort and love you felt with jungwon. and you didn’t feel the same way about him either.

you have to see jungwon, right now.

shuffling through your bag for your phone, you frantically checked the time. you still had fifteen more minutes to go before his match started.

“heeseung can you please take me to x stadium instead? i’m so sorry, but i can’t have dinner with you today, i have to go.”

heeseung frowned, “what happened all of a sudden? is it that urgent?”

“yes it is, please turn the car around.”

he nodded, still confused. he was about to question you but stopped when he saw you hold up your phone to your ear, trying to call jungwon so you could tell him you were coming to his match. he received missed calls after missed calls from you, but he didn’t pick up any. his phone was probably with the coach.

soon, heeseung stopped the car at a red light right across the stadium. you asked him to unlock the car door and thanked him for the ride. 

his eyes widened, “are you going to walk in the rain? it’ll just take me five more minutes to make a u-turn.” 

you shook your head, “there’s no time for that, i’ll miss jungwon-”

“you’re going to see jungwon?”

“yes, i’m sorry for leaving you like this but i can’t miss out on his match. i forgot about it till today,” you sighed, “i also need to tell him something.” 

you breathed out in frustration when heeseung just stared at you blankly, not complying to your request. reaching over him you turned off the door locks. you had just stepped one leg out when he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. 

“i thought you liked me.”

you looked at him with surprise. what is he playing at? judging by the pissed off expression on his face you could conclude that he was jealous because you were ditching him for his rival. 

you gave him a small smile, “i was wrong.” 

slamming the car door shut, you dashed off into the rain and crossed the road towards the stadium entrance. you always found the main leads in movies crazy to be running in the heavy rain towards their lover, but you finally understood their situation today. a stupid smile was graced upon your features and you couldn’t wait to tell jungwon everything you felt about him.

upon entering the stadium, you immediately ran towards the direction of the changing rooms and were met with your coach standing in front of it. his eyes widened momentarily upon seeing you all soaked.

“y/n you’re here? what hap-”

“is jungwon inside?”, desperation laced your voice as you questioned him. he nodded, “yes, but he has to be out soon-”

you cut him off once again by thanking him and entered the room behind him. the slam of a door being shut, startled the man standing in front of you, making him drop the water bottle he was holding. he faced you with eyes as wide as saucers, clearly not expecting to see you here.

“you came? but what about your dinner?” 

you paced towards him and smacked his shoulder, “screw that, why didn’t you remind me of your match even if i forgot?” 

he winced as you whacked him once again, “you know this is equally important to me as much as it is to you!”

he caught your hand when you were going to hit him again. “i didn’t want to disturb your date, i know how badly you want to be with him.” 

he tried to mask the hurt on his face by putting on a small smile, but you could see it in his eyes. “this is just one match, i would have told you the results anyways, you didn’t have to-”

you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his white uniform and smashing your lips onto his. jungwon froze for a few seconds but then slowly closed his eyes and cupped your face as he kissed you back. he tilted his head to deepen the kiss and moved his lips with more fervour. the kiss soon turned messy and heated as you both let out your years of pent up feeling you couldn’t say. his lips were cushiony soft and tasted like vanilla and peppermint. your brain felt like it turned to mush as you moved your lips against his addictive ones. damn, if you knew he was such a good kisser, you would’ve asked him out yourself long ago.

your knees were about to give out from the intensity of the kiss, so he wrapped one of his hands around your waist and pulled you flush against him. when you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore you pushed him by his chest away slightly, but he only chased your lips for more, muffling the squeal that came out from you with his lips. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your nose, your cheeks and continued to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle in glee. he pulled away and held your face as if you were the most precious gem in the world. you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked at his lips which were swollen and glossy from kissing. 

“i like you so so much y/n”, his cheeks bunched up and his eyes crinkle at the corners from smiling so happily. 

you kissed the dimple that appeared on his cheek and grinned at him.

“i like you a lot, too pretty boy.”

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love potions (but make it legal)!

pairing: tutor!jungwon x reader

summary: you had not been too excited about these tutoring sessions your potions professor had dropped on you. but, after meeting your tutor you couldn’t hope but think you both were brewing more than just potions, perhaps even love?

genre: hogwarts au, jungwon is a loser for the reader, initially slightly one sided pining, fluff, angst

warnings: some hogwarts lore references, mentions of failing a class, jealousy, angst, magic stuff, kissing, suggestive(ish)

note: they don’t actually make love potions in this but i liked the sound of it so i used it in the title hehe. i hope you guys enjoy this fic as you had given so much love to the heeseung one.

word count: 4.3kish

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

to the anon who requested a jungwon hogwarts au im sososoo sorry for publishing this like six months later. i had a terrible writer’s block with this one. i’m terribly sorry, this constantly ran through my mind but i couldn’t bring myself to begin. i hope you like this!

you were so screwed.

you felt like a deflated balloon looking at your mock NEWT results. you were literally failing your potions class. with all the time spent in balancing out your classes, quidditch and sessions at the room of requirement as a part of dumbledore’s army, you had not practised well enough for your classes that were practical based. 

seeing your grades drop from exemplary results to having mediocre grades and failing a class was depressing. so, your potions teacher had made you stay back to have a word with you which is why you stood off to the side. your head hung low in disappointment with yourself. if this continued, it would be hard to apply for an auror’s job, which was your dream. 

you were broken out of your thoughts by the sound of your professor clearing his throat. your head shot up and you looked around to see the room was now empty save for you both. he gestured to the seat next to his table, so you shuffled over.

he looked over the rim of his glasses as he scanned over your report card. you hated the pitiful look that crossed over his face, you were not used to this.

“you are one of my best students, i really wasn’t expecting this from you..”

you grimaced at his words, feeling worse about your situation. great, you were not the only one disappointed by yourself.

your professor must have noticed because his tone immediately became gentle as he gave you a comforting smile. 

“see, the only reason i asked you to stay back was because i know you can do better”, he shuffled through a register seemingly looking for something. “i’m sure you have your reasons as to why your performance went down. i know you can improve again.”

you nodded at his words, already starting to feel better, “yes professor i-”

“which is why i think you should get tutored”, he cut you off.

you froze. tutoring? this was so embarrassing, usually you were the one to provide tutoring to others, and now you have to be the one to receive it? no thank you.

you let out a small chuckle, “i understand professor, but i think i can handle it by myself.”

his brows creased at your words, “i don’t think you have enough time for that, the exams are nearing and you have managed to mess up even the basic things in the exam.”

you sighed at his words, silently accepting your fate because he wasn’t wrong. maybe you should swallow your ego and just get tutored, it was for your own good anyway.

taking a deep breath you put on a fake smile and gritted out, “okay.”

the rush of your mary jane clad feet filled the hallways of hogwarts with clopping sounds. your feet skidded to a stop in front of the library doors and you placed your hand over your chest, trying to catch your breath from the ten minute long run. you were late for your first tutoring session because your evening nap went a little longer than expected. 

brushing out stray hair strands from your face you opened the doors and stepped in, looking around for your tutor. the only person other than you was a boy with raven hair, sitting on a bench completely surrounded by bookshelves. 

you approached him, assuming he was your tutor. 

“uh hey!”, you called out in an unsure manner. “are you my assigned tutor for po-”

“yes”, he cut you off curtly, not even bothering to spare you a glance. “take a seat.”

you frowned in confusion at his cold behaviour and pulled out a chair to sit next to him. he seemed to be shuffling through some papers and organising them. a few seconds went by with him failing to acknowledge your presence. you cleared your throat awkwardly and introduced yourself, trying to get his attention. 

his head immediately shot up as soon as he heard your name, his eyes widening in what you could tell was surprise. confused at his reaction, you just gave him a small smile. he was silent for a while, giving you enough time to take in his features.

bangs fell over the smooth skin of his forehead and he looked at you through glasses which fit perfectly on his face, adding on to his handsome features. you had seen him around a few times as you shared a few classes with him. he was one of the smartest students, loved by all his teachers.

“uh i’m jungwon”, his voice broke through the awkward silence.

you nodded, “hey. i’ve seen you around.”

his lips pulled up into a smile at that as he let out a small laugh nervously. you raised your eyebrows at his sudden shift in demeanour. just a moment ago he didn’t care about your presence and now he was smiling? whatever.

“professor told me you had been facing some problems with potions”, he looked down and tapped his quill on the table. “what can i help you with?”

you explained how you messed up the practical test for your mocks. he listened intently, never breaking eye contact with you which made you a bit nervous. 

you came to an end of your rant but jungwon still maintained eye contact with you, his chin resting on his hand now. 

you cleared your throat, “so..?”

he still seemed to be staring at you, his eyes out of focus as he dreamily smiled at you.

frowning at his odd behaviour, you waved your hand in front of his face which broke him out of his thoughts. his eyes widened momentarily as he shook his head, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“are you sick?”

he chuckled nervously, “no no i was just planning out how i could help you”

he picked up a quill and started writing a plan for you in neat handwriting. once he was done, he passed the sheet over to you.

“we’ll follow this for the next two weeks. meet me in the potions class at four tomorrow.”

you gave a once over at what he had written and smiled at him. “will do, thanks jungwon!”

he nodded and started packing up his things. when he was done he looked at you expectantly, “it’s time for dinner, let’s go to the great hall together.”

you smiled and gathered your things as well.

it was the first day of your tutoring and you were early today.

or you thought so.

glancing around the potions classroom, you spotted jungwon already there. he was perched on a stool, arranging vials and flasks on the tables. unlike his usual composed demeanour in class, he seemed flustered, his bangs falling over his forehead as he fumbled with a particularly stubborn stopper.

he looked up as he heard you shuffle in, a relieved smile splitting his face.

"ah, there you are! i was starting to think you'd gotten lost."

"lost?" you repeated, a laugh escaping your lips. "in the potions classroom? hardly."

he chuckled, a nervous undertone to it. "right, of course. so, are you ready to tackle some invisibility potion today?"

you straightened your robes, a determined glint in your eyes. "ready as i'll ever be. though," you added, an unsure lilt in your voice, "considering my track record, maybe 'invisible' isn't the best thing to start off with."

jungwon's hummed, his cheeks flushing. "well, that's why we're practising, isn't it? to avoid another...disappearing act?"

you snorted. "exactly. though, to be fair, the professor did say my failed polyjuice potion was rather impressive in its...uniqueness."

he winced. "right. let's just focus on not achieving sentience with our cauldron this time, alright?"

the rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of chopping netslime and muttering incantations. jungwon was a patient tutor, though his explanations sometimes devolved into nervous rambling when your eyes met. 

by the end of the session, your potion shimmered a faint, almost-invisible blue. not perfect, but a far cry from your previous disasters. jungwon beamed, his earlier awkwardness replaced by genuine pride.

"see? you're a natural! with a little more practice, you'll be brewing like snape in no time."

you laughed. "snape? now that's a terrifying image."

he chuckled, then cleared his throat, his gaze flickering away. "well, i should probably get going. i have herbology first thing tomorrow."

you nodded, gathering your things. "alright, see you then. and jungwon?"

he stopped at the door, his eyes questioning.

"thanks a lot for doing this. i already feel more confident.”

he smiled at that, making you do the same unconsciously.

the next two weeks flew by in a flurry of potion-making and stolen glances in your sessions, and outside of it whenever you both crossed paths. you had made a new friend and you were grateful for his help. you found yourself approaching the cauldron with newfound determination. your brews were improving steadily, and the playful banter during your sessions only added to the enjoyment.

one particularly chilly evening, you hurried down to the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for your secret DA practice sessions. you entered to find the familiar sight of your fellow students practising disarming spells and dodging jinxes. but amidst the chaos, you spotted an unexpected face – jungwon.

he was facing away from you, expertly deflecting a curse with a flick of his wand. you blinked, momentarily speechless. you never knew jungwon was a part of this! a warmth bloomed in your chest, a mixture of surprise and a strange sense of pride.

"nice one, jungwon!" , you called out, a wide grin on your face. jungwon turned, his eyes meeting yours. a flicker of surprise crossed his features before he broke into a wide grin.

"hey there," he said casually, striding over to you. "didn't expect to see you here."

"me neither," you admitted, a smile playing on your lips. "i guess you're not just a potions prodigy, huh?"

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "turns out i have a few other hidden talents."

the rest of the evening flew by in a whirlwind of practice. seeing jungwon in this new light – confident, skilled, and fighting for a cause you both believed in – made your heart flutter. he was everything you admired and more.

admire? since when did that happen?

shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you got back to practising your charm. although, over the duration of the practise, your mind couldn’t help but wander towards jungwon’s recent behaviour. he had been sweet to you since the beginning, always ready to help out. and the way he blushed around you and quipped with you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he also felt something? 

as the group started dispersing, you lingered near the room's entrance, feigning the need to adjust your cloak.

"hey," jungwon's voice startled you. he was packing his bag, a casual smile playing on his lips. "didn't head out yet?"

"actually," you began, fiddling with the strap of your bag, "there was something i wanted to ask you about."

his smile widened in invitation. "shoot."

you took a deep breath. "it's about dumbledore's army. we've been working on patronus charms lately, and well, i'm struggling a bit." shame tinged your cheeks. you weren't used to needing help with spells.

jungwon's expression softened with understanding. "a patronus charm, huh? tricky business, that. but hey, i might be able to offer some pointers."

relief washed over you. "really? that would be amazing!"

he gestured towards a secluded corner of the room. "come on, then. let's see what you're working with."

you settled onto the dusty floor, explaining your struggles. you could conjure a faint wisp of silvery light, but it was far from the actual form you needed. jungwon listened intently, occasionally asking clarifying questions.

"okay," he said once you finished, "it seems you've got the basic idea down. the key is focusing on a strong, happy memory. something that evokes a feeling of pure joy and warmth."

he saw your hesitant expression and chuckled. "don't worry, it's not a competition to see who has the most embarrassing childhood memory."

you forced a smile. "no, of course not." but your mind struggled to find that perfect memory.

jungwon seemed to sense your frustration. "close your eyes," he instructed gently. 

"take a deep breath and try to visualise a place that makes you feel truly happy. maybe a familiar place from your childhood, a special time with a friend, anything that brings a smile to your face."

you closed your eyes, following his guidance. images flickered through your mind – family picnics, winning a quidditch match, late-night talks with your best friend. but none of them seemed to spark the necessary warmth.

just as you were about to give up, a memory surfaced. a smile bloomed on your face. you opened your eyes and met jungwon's gaze. "i think i have it," you whispered.

he nodded encouragingly. "focus on that feeling. the warmth, the happiness, let it flow through you and into your wand."

you closed your eyes again, picturing the memory that brought you happiness. it was a little hazy as you tried to focus on the touch and sounds from that memory. with a deep breath, you pointed your wand forward and muttered the incantation.

a wisp of silvery light erupted from your wand, growing and solidifying into a shape. it wasn't perfect – the outline of a cat was more suggestion than a form – but it was a patronus. you had finally done it.

a cheer escaped your lips as you realised you had finally done it. you looked at jungwon, your heart brimming with gratitude. "i did it!"

he beamed, genuine pride radiating from him. "see? you're a natural. you just needed a little nudge in the right direction."

his words held a hint of something more, something that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to thank him properly, to express just how much his help meant to you. 

"thank you, jungwon," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. you wished, however, that your patronus could solidify into something more impressive, something that truly reflected the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

as if sensing your unspoken desire, jungwon stepped closer. his movements were subtle, almost hesitant. but before you could question it, he reached behind you, his hand gently wrapping around yours, enclosing both your hands and your wand within his hold.

a jolt of electricity shot through you at his touch. the air in the room crackled with a tension you hadn't noticed before. your focus on the patronus wavered momentarily, replaced by a hyper awareness of jungwon's warm torso pressed against your back, his fingers brushing against yours.

his warm breath fanned over your ear as he whispered even though there was no one around to hear you both, “now completely focus on that memory.”

the room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with unspoken tension. you focused on the memory, it acting as a soothing anchor in the storm brewing inside you. but this time, something was different. the wispy light from your wand pulsed, growing brighter, solidifying. the faint outline of a cat sharpened, taking on a more defined form.

in the heightened focus, you were oblivious to everything except the memory and the warmth radiating from jungwon's hand on yours. the familiar nostalgia from the memory echoed in your mind, a beacon of happiness. with a burst of energy, a fully formed silver cat patronus materialised, leaping and frolicking around the room.

you gasped in awe, forgetting everything else. "it's perfect! it's actually a perfect patronus!" 

you jumped, unknowingly pushing yourself more into jungwon, making him wrap his hands loosely around you as he chuckled lowly. you spun around to share your joy with him.

but as you turned, your breath hitched. you were impossibly close to him, his hand still wrapped around yours, his face mere inches away. his eyes were dark and intense, a mirror of the emotions swirling within you. the air crackled with unspoken desire.

you leaned in, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. he tilted his head ever so slightly, his lips hovering a whisper away from yours. his breath hitched ever so slightly, as you both leaned in, the space between your lips closing with each passing second.

just as your lips were about to meet, jungwon pulled back abruptly. 

he cleared his throat, his hand falling away from yours. "that's... that's amazing," he stammered, his eyes flickering away from yours. "a perfect patronus. you really are something else."

his words held a strange distance, and a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. the electric tension that had thrummed in the air moments ago had dissipated, replaced by an awkward silence. you weren't sure what had happened, but embarrassment washed over you in suffocating waves. the joy of your achievement felt strangely hollow now.

your patronus immediately vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of sparkles behind.

the tension in the room receded as quickly as it had risen, leaving a bewildered silence in its wake. you blinked, confused and slightly disappointed. why did he stop?

"i, uh," he stammered, looking at his shoes, "i think it's getting late. maybe we should call it a night?"

did he regret the near kiss? or was there something else at play? 

you opened your mouth to ask, but the words wouldn't come. the magic of the patronus lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

"yeah," you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. "it's getting late."

jungwon offered a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before gathering his things and hurrying towards the exit. you watched him go, a myriad of emotions swirling within you.

disappointment gnawed at you like a dementor during your potions class the next day. your potions professor, inspecting your bubbling concoction with a delighted smile, declared it "exactly by the book."

he beamed, announcing, "it appears the extra sessions have paid off! perhaps we can consider them concluded, wouldn't you agree?"

a lump formed in your throat. you glanced at jungwon, expecting a playful jab or a celebratory nod. but he simply shrugged, a noncommittal, ‘sounds good to me,’ escaping his lips.

the professor's words should have filled you with relief. you were back on track, independent once more. yet, as the class ended, all you felt was a hollow emptiness. you caught jungwon's eye for a fleeting moment, hoping for a familiar spark or a shared grin. instead, he averted his gaze, muttering a hurried goodbye and hurried out of the classroom.

this became a pattern over the next few days. in the hallways, where you once exchanged playful jibes, jungwon now seemed to melt into the background whenever you approached. shared classes were endured in a tense silence, his friendly demeanour replaced by a distant politeness. 

you replayed the scene in the room of requirement over and over in your head, desperately trying to pinpoint where you'd gone wrong. 

had you misread the tension? had you moved too fast, startled him with your sudden boldness?

one evening, you found yourself lingering outside the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for dumbledore's army. you weren't sure why you were there, perhaps a desperate hope that jungwon would appear. the door creaked open, and your best friend peeked out.

"lost something?" she asked, her brow quirked in concern.

you shook your head, the words refusing to form.

"everything alright?" she pressed gently, her perceptive eyes searching yours.

you sighed, finally blurting out, "it's jungwon. did i…did i do something wrong?"

her knowing smile softened the blow. "ah," she said, pulling you into a hug. "sometimes, the most powerful potions are brewed in silence, simmering with unspoken emotions."

her words offered little comfort, but they planted a seed in your mind. maybe rushing something as delicate as what you felt for jungwon wasn't the way. maybe patience, like the perfect potion, required time and the right balance of ingredients. you resolved to let things cool, to focus on mastering your spells and potions, hoping that maybe, one day, the right opportunity would present itself, and the spark you shared with jungwon wouldn't need words to reignite.

screw whatever you thought before. you couldn't wait for that ‘one day’ to come as you watched your classmate, a girl with hair like spun sunshine, practically cling to jungwon's arm in herbology. they were bent over, giggling like pixies at a particularly stubborn gillyweed.

fury replaced the embers of hope your friend had ignited. who was this girl? had he moved on that quickly? 

jealousy bubbled in your stomach as you stalked away from the window, hurt settling in your chest. but you were determined to make things right, even if it meant making your friendship(?) with him awkward, you needed to know what went wrong. 

the bell signalling the end of class was your cue. you bolted out, weaving through students, your eyes locked on jungwon. he noticed you coming, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but before he could react, you were upon him.

he was walking with the sunshine-haired girl, lost in their own conversation, until a breathless, "jungwon!" ripped him from it. he turned, eyes widening further when he saw your determined, (slightly crazed) expression.

"uh, hi?" he stammered, glancing between you and the girl who stood blinking at you both, confused.

"excuse me," you said politely through gritted teeth to the girl, who, thankfully, scurried off with a mumbled ‘see you later, jungwon.’

now, alone with the reason of your anger and surging jealousy, you grabbed his arm and steered him away from the castle grounds. you marched him past the greenhouses until you reached a secluded clearing near the black lake. there, with a flourish that would have earned you points in charms class, you pinned him against a sturdy oak tree.

he stared at you, bewildered, as your chest heaved. "okay," he started cautiously, "what's going on?"

"what's going on?" you sputtered, finally finding your voice. "what's going on is, i thought we had...something!" you gestured wildly towards the castle, where you could still see a flicker of sunshine hair disappear around a corner.

jungwon blinked, then a slow blush crept up his neck. "we...we do! we had potions tutoring sessions, remember?"

you threw your hands up in exasperation. "ugh, not tutoring! this…this unspoken thing we have!"

his blush deepened, and he mumbled something inaudible under his breath.

"what?" you demanded.

he took a deep breath. "look, about that night in the room of requirement..."

"yes?" you leaned in, heart pounding.

he cleared his throat. "maybe i… i overreacted. i wasn't sure what you were feeling, and…"

he trailed off, his gaze dropping to the ground. you gaped at him, realising the truth. you hadn't scared him off, he'd scared himself off! 

but there was more. a flicker of insecurity crossed his eyes. "and to be honest," he admitted sheepishly, "the real reason i've been avoiding you… well, it's because i was trying to figure out how to tell you something...something big."

you blinked. here you were, fuming about a nonexistent threat, while jungwon had been battling his own insecurities. the situation was hilarious, almost. but mostly, it was endearing.

a slow smile spread across your face. "well, spill it, jungwon. don't leave me in suspense."

he fumbled with his words, cheeks burning a fiery red. "it's about...well, ever since the beginning of this year, i’ve looked at you…in a different light."

your heart thrummed erratically now, hoping he was getting to where you wanted him to.

"...and, well, you're not just funny and smart, you're kind and brave, and the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, it just makes me..." his voice trailed off, his eyes pleading with yours. 

his rambling was adorable, but the knot of frustration in your stomach tightened with every nervous stammer. you couldn't take it anymore.

grabbing him by the collar, you silenced him with a kiss. it started desperate, fueled by the need to know his true feelings, but as his lips met yours, it melted into something sweeter. you poured your unspoken emotions into that kiss, the frustration, the longing, the dawning hope. 

suddenly, jungwon spun you around, switching your positions so that you were pushed against the tree now. your breath hitched in surprise at his sudden show of confidence. he dove back into the kiss, his soft lips moving against yours in fervour. the intensity of your kiss increased along with your pulse and you were pretty sure jungwon could feel it with the way he was pressed up against you

when he finally pulled back, breathless and dizzy, a different kind of silence hung in the air.

jungwon stared at you as your cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, mirroring the sunset bleeding across the lake. finally, a smile bloomed on his face, genuine and relieved. 

"see," he breathed, voice husky, "that was much easier than all that."

you laughed, a genuine sound that echoed through the clearing. relief washed over you, warm and tingly. "i should be the one saying that" you teased.

“yeah well i chickened out”, he scratched his head in embarrassment, “i wanted my confession to be perfect.”

you smirked, “yeah well what you pulled right now was very romantic. i didn’t know you had that in you.”

he rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “you liked it though. let’s head back now, it’s almost time for dinner.”

you smiled as you walked in step with him, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. he squeezed your hand with a cheeky grin on his face.  you returned the squeeze looking up at him in question, when his next words had a blush blooming on your face.

“i hope you’re going to pay me back for those lessons with more of such kisses.”

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AUTHOR. im so so sorry this si going to be a messy long thing of rambles that may scare you buT I HAVE TO LET MY THOUGJTS OUT RN!!!!!

YOU. ARE. A SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER BRO im GENUINELY?!? THIS IS DEF LIKE. TOP 3 FAVORITE FICS FOR ENHYPEN AS A WHOLE LIKE AUGHHH WHERE DO I EVEN START?? THIS WAS JUST SOSO GOOD I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY GRHRRHV😞😞😞

first of all the way you write is so fun and smooth to read?! I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS just from those first few paras i KNEW THIS WAS GONNA BE GOOD. i especially liked the way you described how yn hates jungwon it was absolutely hilarious 😭 YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB AT ESTABLISHING EVERYTHING IN GENERAL the words you chose and the pacing of every scene was just PERFECT, and i could not put this fic down from start to finish I JUST COUDLNT!!! SO BASICALLY WHAT IM SAYING IS: AMAZING FUCKING JOB 🫵‼️

SO. THIS JUNGWON. if u know me u know im a sucker for absolutely any sport aus like jock enha?? JOCK JUNGWON??? 🤭🫶 THE WAY HE WAS SO COCKY AND TEASING BRO. HIS CONSTANT SMIRKING I WAS LITERALLY SITTING HERE LIKE 😦😦😦😦 WHEN HE SAID “or maybe.. u have a crush on me?” STOP!!!!!!!!! AND IM NEVER GETTING OVER WHEN HE STOLE HER DAMN LOLLIPOP RIGHT OUT OF HER MOUTH EXCUSE YOU $2)3JEHSKFB(3&; AUTHOR WHYRE U DOING THIS TO US 🙁🙁

AND THE SCENE ON HIS BED “look at me and say it, i wanna see ur lips form the words” GET AWYA FROM ME RN STOP WHY IS HE SO FJRGRFKGS IM GOING INSANE N MY FAVORITE SCENE WAS 100% WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ON THE SOCCER FIELD WHEN YN WAS LIKE “and why would i do that” AND HE FR WENT “because yn, you still like mean boy.” AUGEKFHJS I WAS FLABBERGASTED LIKE HELLO YANG JUNWGON?!’ LET OUR GIRL YN BREATHE FOR ONE DAMN SECONDJDFHLrDEHDJ‼️⁉️🫠🫠🫠🙁🙁

YEOUL. MY FUCKING BESTIE PLS SHE RLLY DESERVED BETTER. NOW THAT YN HAS HER DUMB BOY SHE BETTER TAKE MY GIRL OUT AND APOLOGISE LMFOEHF 😭 LITERALLY NOT A SINGLE CONVO WHERE YN IS ACTUALLY LISTENING TO ANYTHING SHE HD TO SAY AND MAKING HER DO THE WHOLE PROJECT??’ LIKE I GET IT ITS JUNGWON BUT SISTERS BEFORE MISTERS??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🫵🫵

AND AND I HAVE TO OFC MENTION ABOUT THE WHOLE GIRLDOLL THING!! IM ASSUMING YOU CAME UP W THAT WHOLE CONCEPT N IF SO IT WAS SUCHHH A CREATIVE AND SMART IDEA!!?? I REALLY ENJOYED ALL THE LIL CONVOS BETWEEN WON AND YN TEXTING EVEN IF THEY DIDNT KNOW IT WAS EACH OTHER TIL LATER, US READERS KNEW SO IT WAS SUPER ENDEARING SEEING RHEM INTERACT SO DIFFERENTLY TO IRL… jungwon u mf STOP BEING SUCH A DICK BUT ALSO SUCH A SOFTIE. 😞😞🤬🤬

AAANYWHOO, YOU DONT HAVE TO REPLY IF THIS IS OVERWHELMING BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING AND SHARING THIS !! I HAVE SO MNAT MORE THOUGHTS BUT MY BRAIN IS ALL SCRAMBLED AFTER READING THIS I GOTTA RECOVER LMAOJFH I WILL KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR YOUR FUTURE WORK <33!!!

http://do-u-luv-me? ➢ yang jungwon.

SYNOPSIS ♡⃛ in which you didn’t expect your secret admirer from your bubblegum kpop blog ( predominately made for hit girl group ‘girlDoll’ ) to be one of your obnoxious classmates: soccer playing slacker yang jungwon.

[ word count : 16k ]

PAIRING ♡⃛ yang jungwon x reader

GENRE ♡⃛ fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

WARNINGS ♡⃛ traces of bullying, light swearing

a/n: hii :>> i’m back again but with a nice, soft piece this time to cleanse your pallet hehe ♡ ( it’s so long im sorry T-T ) id love some feedback if you enjoy this fic, i adore hearing your thoughts :-) all interactions are deeply appreciated but reblogs are highly encouraged! :> thank you for your support and happy reading. :> ♡

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▹ 7:34am | forgirlDoll: GUYSSSS!! guys..?.?? did anyone else see the girldoll tour announcement T-T thinking about going to the seoul one but the tickets are gonna be so expensive LOL.

httpmoonyi → forgirlDoll: I WISH THEYD COME HERE. I WANT TO SEE MY LOVE MOONYI!!!!!!. :(

kokoluvr → forgirlDoll: STOPP I SAW THAT?? and ikrrr the utter audacity to price those tickets so high when god knows i’m broke 😌 love that for me

forgirlDoll → kokoluvr: i know :(( i’m so sad i wanna be able to see ireun up close. ALL of them up close. but it’s ok i shall stream the tour illegally somewhere :D don’t tell anyone tho

kokoluvr → forgirlDoll: YEESS same imagine looking at koko irl 🤤 literally so depressed rn . remember u said next time they go on tour me n u were going tho 😏 huh huh…??? 😏

kisses4ireun → forgirlDoll: let’s go together. just you and me.. i’ll buy your ticket ^_^

your heart skips a beat at the sight of kisses4ireun’s comment on your post.

forgirlDoll → kisses4ireun: wait really :( i’d love to go with you juyang but it’s gonna cost so much T-T

kisses4ireun → forgirlDoll: i don’t care i just wanna see my favorite girl group with my favorite girl :(

forgirlDoll → kisses4ireun: JUYANGGGG 😭

you slam your laptop closed shut on top of your striped pajama-clad thighs, your palms flying up to your heating cheeks to cover the expanse of your face. your heart was pounding loudly against the cage of your chest like it always did when chatting with kisses4ireun, better known as juyang.

ever since you made the girlDoll fanpage back in june of last year, juyang has never left your mind. about a week in to making your blog, you got the notification of user kisses4ireun following you. he’d like all of your posts and comment on all of your stuff, and soon, it blossomed into a brilliant cyber relationship. he had private messaged you first about a month in, furthering your friendship even more and bonding over your love for girlDoll. it was nice, you thought, but the more you talked with him the more you tumbled down the hole of infatuation. that idea was growing rather scary to you, considering you’ve never seen each other’s faces.

but somehow, you didn’t really mind.

just the thought of you and juyang finally meeting each other at one of girlDoll’s concerts did nothing but slightly drive that fear away. you didn’t wanna get your hopes up too much though, because securing those tickets were indeed not set in stone.

you let a soft sigh pass through your parted lips, dry and cracked from slumber, the heat from the sun gleaming through your bedroom window tingling at the hairs against your exposed arms. you lift your laptop open one last time to non-shamefully check for another notification from your web crush, your heart flipping in your chest as you read his latest reply.

kisses4ireun → forgirlDoll: i just know you’d be the prettiest girl there. 😊 next to ireun of course

you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to yourself that his comment made your insides instantly turn to mush. you tried to ignore the increasing speed of your concerning heart rate, pursing your lips into a line as you drag your cursor over to his reply to press the heart button. you knew you were running out of time to get ready for school, and with the sound of loud, rhythmic pounding against your tin metal roof, you knew it wasn’t gonna be a very pleasant — nor dry — tuesday morning.

so with an unenthusiastic sigh rolling out with a pitiful breath, you swing your tired legs over the side of your bed, the bottoms of your bare feet making contact with the hardwood of your bedroom floor. you lazily make your way over towards your closet, where you throw on the nearest rain-protective hoodie you could find. once you’ve adorned yourself in the appropriate outerwear, you make your way out of your front door with the slick strap of your heavy backpack over your shoulder. with the hard clunk of your black boots against the brick of your porch steps, you lift the hood of your sweatshirt up over your hair and squint your eyes up at the darkening sky.

your ears are suddenly met with the boisterous noises surrounding you and your figure amidst the outside world. with one step against your sidewalk, your curious eyes travel around the proximity of your own neighbourhood; loud engines of eager vehicles just trying to get to work on time. the loud, adolescent voices heard from your designated bus stop just around the corner. the cold, wet droplets of rain that seep through the soft material of your hoodie and melt into your hair. you let an unpleasant grunt escape your lips as you make your way down the lonesome sidewalk, hugging your arms to your chest for warmth.

the one thing that runs fluently through the files of your brain as you mentally curse at the swirling gray clouds above you, was the dreaded fear of seeing… him. everything else about your neighborhood you absolutely adored. the friendly neighbors, the variety of flowers that lined the sidewalks, the refreshing sounds of chirping birds on tree limbs and the jingling chains of a leash around a pacing dog’s neck. everything you’ve grown to love about living here. the one thing that held you back from fully embracing just the most wonderful place to live in your city of seoul, was the equivalent to dog poop on the bottom of your shoe. yang jungwon.

oh, did he get on your last nerve. not only did you have to deal with him at your hellhole of a school, but you also were blessed with his unnerving presence basically in what was supposed to be the comfort of your own home. that’s right, just two blocks away from you sat the taunting institution that reigned a habitat to your worst nightmare. you can’t even stand to look in its direction without that flea of a boy invading the privacy of your mind. his atrocity of a home wasn’t much of a jewel to look at, either. the bright blue shutters against the muddy brown tones of the exterior. shivers.

so like any sane person would do with eyeballs and a sensible knowledge of a tasteful color pallet, you avert your eyes from jungwon’s residency of death as you turn the last corner on your block. a deep inhale rises at your chest as your crowded bus stop approaches your line of sight, tightening your firm grip around your backpack straps.

and like a predator on the prowl, your eyes bounce through the clutter of students circling the end of the sidewalk in sight of he-who-shall-not-be-named. luckily, the results of your student scan deems affirmative. not a hair of his annoying head in sight. as if a weight had been lifted from the curves of your shoulders, you quicken your pace to join the crowd of students in their phone centric bus waiting.

the light breeze of october wind nips at the soft skin of your cheeks and nose, scrunching said nose up as if that’d produce any sort of heat inside its cartilage. you decide to plant your feet at the very outskirts of the student circle, comforted by your lone person. you thread your arms across your chest and peer out at the surrounding houses that trickle down the curves of the road, admiring the lazy wave of orange splotched trees that hide homes behind their spindly figures. your brain had drifted up somewhere in the clouds when a quick tap on your shoulder awakes you from your dreamy sight-seeing.

you quickly throw your head back at the source of the sudden taps, your curious eyes meeting the ones belonging to your friend, yeoul. aka, user kokoluvr from your blog. “hey, y/n.” she greets you, a pink lipped smile curving up the side of her thin lips. you admire the wind-nipped pink of her cheeks and nose, watching as strands of her black hair drift in front of her squinted eyes. your own eyes dart down to the faded blue color that outline her lips, which were tightened around the end of a blue lollipop. you watch as she lifts a hand up to grip the end of the candy’s white stick, slipping it out of her mouth to continue her words. “i come with amazing, wonderful news.”

“yeah?” you question, raising your thin eyebrows up into your forehead. “i’d love to hear it.” you let a half curve spread to your own pink lips as you study yeoul’s small, rounded features, watching her slip her blue lollipop back into the cavern of her mouth.

“so, this morning, after we chatted on your blog,” she begins, placing a hand to settle on her hip. “i went ahead and looked at ticket prices. people are saying they might lower them this year because of covid. isn’t that just freaking amazing?” she quickly goes to grab both of your shoulders, shaking them softly as she raises her thick eyebrows inches from your face. “you still wanna go with me, right?”

a pang of guilt shoots up your spine at the sincerity of her question, flashes of juyang’s comments displaying inside your brain. “ah,” you chuckle nervously, placing your own hands on top of yeoul’s broad shoulders. “uh… i don’t know… i need to see what the prices are actually. when the dates are finally released, you know?” god, you’d rather see your all time favorite group with a random boy you met on the internet then with your own childhood best friend? who you’ve actually seen in the flesh plenty of times? it was honestly a joke how much you’d disregard the latter.

you watch as yeoul’s expression falls. “oh, yeah, i know.” she mumbles softly, her eyebrows threading together. she slowly lets her hands fall back to her sides, lifting an arm up to run her fingers slowly through the fringe of her hair. “i just thought,” she shrugs, “you’d go with me anyway. even if the tickets are pricey. it’s like, a one time opportunity, you know…..?”

you suddenly begin to zone out from yeoul’s distant words once she had stepped a few inches to the side, your eyes catching something you wish you never noticed. behind her, on the far side of the sidewalk, to your dismay, sat yang jungwon on the bus stop bench. you couldn’t help but tense your body and keep your eyes locked on his figure in horror, observing the boy. he was leaned over with his elbows propped on his knees, a black leather jacket hiding a soft beige sweatshirt, the hood of it feathering over his soft black curls. his phone was secured between his hands and a white earbud cord traveled from the end of it and up into his ears.

you swallow thickly in your throat. “y/n?” you hear yeoul question, muffled by the approaching roar of the bus engine behind you. “did you hear what i said?” your eyes flick back over to yeoul’s displeased expression, a pout to her glossy lips as she eyes you sorrowfully. “you’d rather go with your little internet boy toy, right?” a soft heat flames to your cheeks.

“what? no, that’s…” you force a short chuckle to burst pass your lips. “that’s….” you’re interrupted by a loud, exaggerated sigh that blows right into your face.

“save it,” yeoul mumbles unenthusiastically, beginning to edge past you to make her way towards the bus that had just arrived at the sidewalk. “let’s just get on the bus.”

“yeoul….” you continue anxiously, as you file in behind her to head up the bus steps. “no, i mean— i said i’d go with, you right?” you chuckle nervously, as you thread your way down the aisles of seats. you follow your dark haired friend into a seat located in the back left of the bus, setting your backpack into your lap with an exasperated sigh.

“yeah, but,” yeoul grunts, leaning her side into you to reach into her back pocket, grabbing out her tangled ball of ear buds. “i can see the look on your face. you’ve changed your mind.” she lets a mock pout jut out at her lips, her long eyelashes batting down as she trains her eyes on the ball of cords, trying to untangle them carefully with her slender fingers. “all for internet boy. y/n, what if he’s a catfish?” she raises her eyebrows over at you briefly, before plugging the end of her earbuds into the bottom of her phone that she had placed on her lap. you roll your eyes at her comment, glancing over at her to examine the bulge of her lollipop pressing against her cheek. “what if you two meet at the concert and he’s a 90 year old white man with an asian fetish?”

you scoff annoyingly at your friend’s words, nudging her softly in the arm with your elbow. you hear soft air tumble from her nostrils in the form of a quiet giggle, nudging you right back into your own bicep. “he’s not a catfish….” you mumble with heat flooding to the tips of your ears, eyes looking out across the bus aisle. your eyes subconsciously roam around the vicinity of the vehicle and around at all the variety of peeking heads, an anxious pang to your stomach as you dreadfully search for that dark haired boy.

the words that yeoul had begun feeding into your ear merged with the ringing in your ear canal, eyes locking right with jungwon’s. his body had been turned to you, just a few seats in front of your eye view, a squeamish smirk to his pink lips that etched dimples into the apples of his cheeks. your heart immediately pounds against your ribcage in horror, wondering just what was going through that unpredictable boy’s mind. “y/n,” you hear yeoul begin, her body leaning forward to rummage into the front pocket of her black backpack that she had sat into her lap. “do you want this red lollipop? i won it during a kahoot game in history class yesterday, but i honestly hate cherry flavor….”

“sure.” you absentmindedly mumble, tensing with the inability to look away from jungwon. you widen your eyes quickly at him, before he swivels back forward into his seat. dread quickly fills to the brim of your stomach, your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. did yang jungwon really just miss an opportunity to verbally irritate you? you’re confused, that’s for sure, feeling yeoul’s fingers around your wrist as she places the lolipop into the palm of your hand.

“here.” she mumbles, sighing as she glances up at your distracted expression. “don’t thank me or anything.”

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you thought god had finally been on your side when you experienced absolutely zero interruptions from yang jungwon your whole entire bus ride. it was a pleasant surprise to you at least, a sudden jitter to your step as you made your way down the black, metal steps of the bright yellow vehicle. maybe, just maybe, you think, as you spin the stick of the red lollipop now nestled between your lips. maybe today is the day yang jungwon finally stops messing with me.

but that thought soon crumbles itself up and is thrown miserably into the trashcan of your failed positive thinking approach. i mean, how dare you want good for yourself? you should’ve known yang jungwon would never let that happen. as soon as you stepped foot through the double doors of your school, your dear friend yeoul now parting ways for her own class needs, you feel a heavy arm harshly fall across your shoulders.

shit. “good morning.” jungwon’s soft, teasing voice mumbles right at your ear, his strawberry flavored bubblegum wafting it’s scent right into your nostrils. you mentally grimace, clenching your jaw before only letting out a small, exhausted sigh in reply to his faulty greeting. “what, you’re not gonna say it back?”

“no.” you simply reply, letting the boy shake your shoulder with little force. you hear an airy giggle emit from his rounded nostrils as dimples tick into his cheeks, his free hand going to stuff itself into the pocket of his black leather jacket.

“i’m going to guess your morning was not good. do you want to talk about it?” and for half a second you almost believed the mock sincerity in his innocent, soft tone, one that disguised his true, devious intentions with your emotions.

“no.”

the two of you quickly file passed brushing shoulders of the crowded corridor, your grip on your backpack straps going clammy as your fingers tighten around the material. a teasing scoff tumbles from between jungwon’s pink lips as he threads his dark eyebrows together. “aw. well, i got something that will make you talk to me.”

you don’t reply to him, awaiting his next words with anticipation eating away at your stomach lining. you hear a slow, dreadful inhale rise at jungwon’s chest, before he exhales rather dramatically. “your good friend might’ve told me you’re a…..” he leans in closer to your ear, dropping his voice to a whisper. “.. a girldollie.”

the gears of your brain suddenly shift to a squeaky halt, your chest feeling like it could bust open any second and send your heart flying out all onto the floor, in all its bloody, pulsing glory. “who….” you force out between your lips, your whole entire body flaming with shameful heat. “who…. told you that?” jungwon only softly shrugs, a bubblegum bubble slowly inflating from between his puckered lips.

his gum bubble pops with a soft click and you can feel the sweat beginning to bead along your brow, his arm growing warm and heavy around your shoulders. “hey, it’s okay.” he begins in a low tone, you feeling a lump growing in the pit of your throat. “if it’s true, i won’t judge you. i mean, we all have our terribly flawed, embarrassing interests. it’s totally normal.” god, you want to jump on this walking punchbag and beat the utter crap out of him.

“jungwon, i’m not in the mood. i’m gonna be late to class if you don’t get away from me.” you begin with furrowed eyebrows, your lips dipped into a frustrated frown. you were beginning to feel tears blur at your waterline, and the annoying rubbing thing this boy was doing to your shoulder was only pushing you over the edge.

“i’m sorry if i hit a nerve.” you hear him say through an amused curve to his lips, his gaze veering down towards you and fixating on the red lollipop between your cheeks. “i’ll leave you alone. thank you for the goodbye gift though, y/n.”

your brain swells with confusion, your eyebrows tense above your eyes as you part your lips. “what are you—”

jungwon then swiftly slips your lollipop from out of your mouth, and transfers it between his own lips. you can do nothing but watch the boy in shock, the color draining from your face. “mm, cherry…” he mutters, swishing the red candy ball between his cheeks. you pout as you watch him begin to slide away from you, his hands digging back into his pockets as he strides forward along the hall. you watch him throw his head back at you with an amused tilt of his lips, his eyebrows perched high above his sharp eyes. “don’t be so shy about your love for girldoll.” he calls over to you through a dimpled smirk, your lollipop wedged between his cheeks. he cups his hands around his mouth in a mock attempt to amplify his voice. “it’s kinda cute.. maybe.. a little! not really!”

you mentally curse out his stupid cute face and his stupid cute nose scrunch and his stupid cute tongue that pokes out between his perfect teeth. you were well aware he was teasing you, but how can one look so cute while doing it?

with your class just up the last flight of stairs at the end of the hall, it took everything in you not to turn around and walk right back out of the school. you were embarrassed, oh so embarrassed, absolutely positively humiliated. you cross your arms over your chest down the emptying hallway, forcing back your tears as you slowly stomp your way up the stone steps. unfortunately, you don’t think the miserable treatment from yang jungwon was ever going to end, especially not with this kind of pathetic information that he could use against you anytime and anywhere and absolutely obliviate you. oh, yeoul is gonna get it big time.

all throughout class, as you bobbed your foot impatiently against the blue tiled floor, your balled fist clenched up against your temple, you could only focus on the utter rage you felt with your friend. yeoul was the only person who’s ever known about your love for the bubbly pop trio, considering she was a big fan of theirs too. just how on earth did that ever come up between her and jungwon? your temples were starting to pulse with frustration, all the unanswered questions floating inside your mind like freshly blown bubbles, ones that would never pop. so once that lunch bell finally rang against the core of your eardrums, you flew out of your seat faster than anyone could say ‘i hate yang jungwon.’

entering through those cafeteria doors, heavy breaths heaving from your chest from just how fast you ran straight there, you immediately head towards you and yeoul’s usual round table in the left corner of the cafeteria, right next to the big window. you ignored the slight growl of your stomach and link your arms over your chest, your brows furrowed tight above your eyes. you can feel the stares that are pointed directly at your raging figure, highly aware of how much you look like a bratty toddler right now stomping through the cafeteria.

just a few more feet and you’ve spotted your prey, her long dark hair pulled up into a stupid high ponytail that accentuates her snake-like features. just a little bit closer and you watch her edge her plastic spork into her mouth, almost spotting the slithering hiss off her forked tongue. “yeoul.” you finally breathe, plopping right beside her onto the empty, blue metal stool.

her spork had halted its route at her ajar lips, her eyebrows perching high above her eyes as she snaps her gaze over towards your displeased expression. she darts her eyes quickly to the side, and you can hear the conversation the rest of your friends were having slowly fade to a whisper at your disgruntled appearance. “… yes? are you okay, y/n?”

“why did you tell yang jungwon i liked girldoll?” you whine in a whisper to her, grabbing her by her broad shoulders. “do you know what you’ve done to me, yeoul? why? why?” you groan as you lean over to let your head fall right against her chest, your eyelids squeezing shut. you feel an awkward pat to the back of your head. “why…. oh, why…my life is ruined….”

“y/n,” yeoul chuckles softly, tapping her fingers against the back of your head. “i’m sorry. it wasn’t on purpose. ms. rhee put on a playlist during our geometry quiz yesterday and heart eyes luv came on. and…. i might have accidentally mumbled a, ‘oh, me and y/n love this song,’ and he…. heard me.” you let another strangled groan string from your lips against the material of yeoul’s brown sweater, hearing another giggle breathe from her nostrils. “i’m sorry. i understand if you’re mad at me.”

“no it’s just,” you sigh sorrowfully, slowly straightening your spine back up. you run your fingers through your hair and fixate your gaze onto yeoul’s salad in a daze, your cheeks puffing with air as you nibble on your bottom lip in thought. “he’s never gonna let this go. like, ever. i might as well just walk to the end of the bus lot today and let all of the busses run me over one by one. until i’m just a sheet of mush flattened into the asphalt.”

“that’s rather…. graphic. don’t do that.” yeoul shakes her head disapprovingly at your words, setting her spork down against her salad bowl. she turns her torso to completely face you, letting her hand rest on your shoulder as she ticks her chin down at you. “listen. if jungwon bullies you about it to the point you want to become human cement, then just tell me. i’ll knock the lights out of him.” she shakes your shoulder softly for effect, causing a brief smile to curve at your lips. “remember in middle school i was on the girl’s wrestling team? yeah. and guess who wasn’t. yang mother-effing jungwon.”

you chuckle lazily at her comment, the growl of your stomach only making your terribly soiled mood even worse. “fine. i’ll let you knock the lights out of him, i guess. but if you get suspended… i’ll act like i don’t know you.”

“that’s fair.” yeoul sighs, letting her arm fall back onto her lap. she twists her torso back towards her salad and picks up her spork, stabbing a few pieces of lettuce out of her bowl. “anyway, y/n, go get some food. your stomach sounds like an injured animal.”

“fine,” you grumble, slowly slipping off your stool and rising to your feet. “but if they’re only serving nasty salad, you owe me ten bucks for making me eat a nasty salad.”

yeoul rolls her eyes playfully at your comment. “i would never do such an awful, terrible, inhumane thing to you.”

“shut up.”

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the bus ride home was absolutely miserable. you had beat yeoul to the window seat, fortunately, and rested your forehead against the glass to gaze out the window rather dramatically. with earbuds in your ears, — shared with yeoul, of course — sugary lipz by girldoll blowing out your eardrums, your will to live slowly decreases to about a 2 percent. you could practically feel jungwon’s piercing stare in your direction, even though the seat in front of you should’ve shielded you safely from his devil laser retnas. you could have just been paranoid, but it’s better to be safe than sorry in times like these, right? especially when your well rounded reputation was on the line all because of your manic obsession with glitzy mid-20 year old teeny boppers.

once you part with yeoul at your bus stop, quickly making sure you head far enough down the sidewalk to miss an unwanted conversation with yang jungwon, you finally can let yourself relax. comforted by nothing else other than the sound of wind rippling through soft orange leaves and the soft clunks of your black boots against the concrete. you can finally exhale. now, as you mentally move on to the next part of your day, you’re ashamed to admit that thinking about texting juyang had lifted your mood a copious amount. is that pathetic? you still weren’t even sure.

so you settle into your usual striped pajamas and your giant black t-shirt that you’re not necessarily sure has been washed recently, ( it smells a little…. salt-ish? did you recently work out or exert yourself to the point of sweating? you don’t think you have… weird.. ) and you settle your back comfortably against your wooden bed frame. you let a satisfied sigh roll out between your lips as you lean over towards your bedside table to click your lamp off, straightening back up to lift the lid of your laptop that you’ve placed on top of your lap. the immediate brightness of the screen causes you to scrunch your face up, opening up a tab to login into your blog.

it’s times like these that you admire the most; relaxing in the comfort of your bed, maybe perhaps a glass of apple juice on your beside, nothing but you and your computer. you can aimlessly post and rant about all things girldoll without any interruptions. it was nice, an escape from your reality, the one that so unfortunately has yang jungwon included in it. you’re just happy your online reality has absolutely no trace of that godforsaken boy. ah, paradise.

your heart pangs inside your chest once you’ve scrolled through your notifications, eyes catching glimpses of their content. replies to your post about moonyi’s scandalous outfit choice for their recent promo, people tagging you in videos of ireun cute compilations. the notif you’re most love struck for though, is that number one flashing from your inbox icon. your heart flutters as you drag your cursor eagerly over towards it.

────────────────────────── ⍈ 3:22pm • kisses4ireun: hey 😊──────────────────────────

just the one word was enough to make your bones turn to goo.

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: hey :) wow you texted right when i came on. r u watching me :o

kisses4ireun: haha idk maybe i am.. check outside ur window >:)

forgirlDoll: noo i don’t wanna get up pls don’t kill me lol T-T also juyang i had a terrible day today :((

kisses4ireun: oh noooo. why what happened?

forgirlDoll: well there’s this really annoying boy at school who’s been messing with me for years and im just so over it it’s gotten to the point i don’t even wanna go to school anymore. it’s someone i also used to really have a giant crush on but that was before they started messing with me T-T idk what happened i’m just so. ughhh

kisses4ireun: oh i’m so sorry :( is he bullying you badly?

forgirlDoll: well it’s not even bullying it’s like playful teasing i guess :/ but it’s still harsh!!

kisses4ireun: ohhh. maybe this boy has a crush on you. sometimes that’s how they show it. you don’t still like him right? (the correct answer is no….)

forgirlDoll: lol idk he’s got a funny way of showing it then 🤷‍♀️ also.. ughhhh i mean idk. maybe if he wasn’t so mean to me T-T i like you more tho juyang ;)

(kisses4ireun hearted this message ❤️ )

kisses4ireun: good that’s what i wanted to hear ^_^ 😆 don’t leave me for mean boy i can treat you so much better

(you hearted this message ❤️)

kisses4ireun: oh also tickets go on sale tomorrow!! i’m gonna visit the site and i might order them if you still want to go with me… 👀

forgirlDoll: aghh i need to think about it T-T but i’ll tell you tomorrow!! i’m gonna do my homework and we can talk later. bye juyang :( <3

kisses4ireun: okay 😊 talk to you later and don’t let that crush on mean boy come back before i even see you 😢

(you hearted this message ❤️) ──────────────────────────

you let your eyes linger on your exchanged messages for just a minute longer, your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. you could feel the heat that was blooming up your cheeks and neck, your heart still erratic against the comfort of your ribcage. the amount of serotonin that was flooding through your body over a simple three minute text convo was almost laughable, but right now, you didn’t care. you were absolutely smitten for this boy, you can finally admit to yourself. there really was no hiding it. why did he make you feel this way so much? why is one simple greeting enough to give you a power surge of adrenaline that could leave you running a marathon for a week? you didn’t know exactly why, but one reason, you hated to admit to yourself, was sticking out to you in the back corners of your brain.

maybe, just maybe, it was because he reminded you of the old yang jungwon. he reminded you of how he used to treat you before he switched like a light. he reminded you of why you fell in love with jungwon all over again, feeling deja vu from every heart flutter, every heat flash, every painful cheek smile. the more you reminisced on how lovely yang jungwon had once been to you, the sadder you became. why did he turn so hateful? and maybe the reason you did keep in touch with juyang, was because you missed that yang jungwon so much. as much as you hate to admit, you knew it was true. as you scroll up through your conversation, you read over one particular message over and over in your brain. maybe he has a crush on you. sometimes that’s how they show it.

there really was no other reason as to why he started teasing you out of the blue. did jungwon have a crush on you? you could barely believe it the more you thought about it, and the subtle shake of your head and the furrow of your brows only led you to conclude that that just couldn’t be the case. it was utterly impossible. how could he ever be into someone who listen to girlDoll? someone who has karaoke battles to children’s songs at lunch? someone who trades pokémon cards with the ninth graders on the bus? no, it could never happen, not in any reality, not in any dimension, not on any earth. that was the sad part, yang jungwon will never ever have a crush on you. that fact affected you more than it even should.

and as you open up your math notebook and grab your pencil, the guilt from your conjuring thought slowly creeps up your spine. well if reality jungwon will never like me, then i might as well take a chance with internet jungwon. besides, the more i imagine jungwon on the other side, the more butterflies i have. sure, it’s hurtful to juyang who really does care about me, but up until we meet up, he is jungwon. and i’m more happy with that then i should be.

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well, fuck. you wish yeoul, who was standing all the way on the other side of the bus stop chatting it up with some girl she found out also listens to girldoll, would come and save you from the malevolent clutches of jungwon who stands just a few inches away from you. god, you wish you knew who had tapped on your shoulder before you turned around.

“hi, y/n.” he greets you softly as he stuffs his hands into the top pockets of his brown cargo jeans. you watch his wide dimpled grin spread across his round cheeks, his thick eyebrows perching amusingly up behind locks of his black fringe. “are you mad at me?”

you immediately wilt the curves of your lips into a frown, your eyebrows threading frustratingly above your eyes. “for what? do you not have any friends to talk to?”

“pointing out your girldoll addiction.” he says softly, leaning his weight on his left leg. you watch as his tongue slips out between his pink lips briefly, his eyes flickering around the features of your stoic face. “your friend told me you were angry with me. you look…. super mega pissed off.”

you inhale sharply through your nose, stuffing your fists into the pockets of your hoodie. it’s too early in the morning for this. “it doesn’t even matter if i am or not, jungwon.”

“they must mean like, a lot to you. seeing how upset you are that i found out.” you watch his stupid defined chin as he ticks it up at you, running a slow hand through his hair before peering down at you through his half lidded eyes. “almost like you didn’t want me to know. like you care about what i think.”

“i’m going to throw the heaviest book i have in my backpack right at your stupid face.”

you watch as he clicks his tongue with a mock realization, the slowing curve of his lip pushing a dimple into his cheek. “i think i know what it is..” he rasps low in his throat, slipping his hand out of his pocket to point his finger lazily in your direction. you’d be lying if you said your heart rate didn’t sky rocket. “you think we’re friends.”

your cheeks heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. you tsk your tongue slightly against the roof of your mouth, raising your eyebrows curiously at his smug expression. “absolutely not.”

“then why do you look so nervous? huh? did i hit the target spot on?” he scrunches his nose at you and you watch his adam’s apple dip into his throat with a hushed, deep chuckle. you sigh dramatically as you reach into your hoodie pocket to pull out your earbuds, clicking the end of them into your phone. “no. wait, unless…” he leans over to rest his hands on top of his knees in thought, the furrow of his dark brows tightening as he tongues the inside of his cheek. “… you have a crush on me.” he whispers as he peers up at you through his thick eyelashes, another obnoxious smirk curving up the side of his lip.

“i’m not talking to you anymore.” you grumble at him before throwing his cocky face a sharp glance, pushing your earbuds into the soft holes of your ears. you can hear the soft voice of jungwon’s words as he straightens his spine back up.

“that’s so flattering, y/n.” you hear him say to you, as he threads his arms over his chest. “but i think i’m gonna have to pass on that one. i don’t really get along with girls who listen to girlDoll.” at this point, you turn up your volume to the maximum amount, trying not to show the fact that girldoll’s lovely heart was bursting out your eardrums. “gonna remember this talk, y/n.” you hear him whisper up to your ear before silence soon follows after, you letting a long exhale roll past your lips.

soon, the bus had approached at your sidewalk, and you file on after the rest of your bustling classmates. it wasn’t until you heard someone calling your name that you turn around halfway up the bus steps. you peel an earbud out of your ear, throwing your head back at yeoul behind you. “um…. your backpack is unzipped.” she tells you with an amused tilt to her lips, turning her head to point at the spot on the sidewalk you and jungwon were just at. you follow her finger over to where you see all of your notebooks and pencils clattered to the ground. you tried not to show the utter rage that crawled up the length of your spine as you shamefully head back down the steps. that little prick.

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kokoluvr: did you SEE koko’s BRIGHT GREEN HAIR IN THE TEASER!!’nnn???’nv GOD HELP MEEEEEE 🧎‍♀️ ──────────────────────────

your thumbs tap rapidly against the screen of your phone as you dart your eyes up at the empty hallway in front of you, making sure not to bump into anyone on your way to computer class just right around the corner.

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: STOPPP HELP I DID SHE LOOKS SO GOOD SHES LIKE THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN PULL OFF GREEN HAIRR!??? IM SO DEAD SERIOUS WHY DOES SHE WANT TO KILL ME

kokoluvr: i’m on the floor . on my knees . i beg miss koko of girldoll please give me just . one☝️minuscule chance. 🙏 🧎‍♀️ ──────────────────────────

the bottoms of your sneakers squeak against the slick tile of the floor as you sharply make the turn around the corner, eyes glancing up in a panic as you see your computer teacher up ahead standing in the doorway of your designated class. is he staring me down? you look down to type as much as you can before you’re forced to place your phone in the dreaded phone bin, the one mr. chang was holding so tauntingly between his hands.

that brooding man is coming closer in your line of sight, his dagger like stare piercing through your dirty soul. you try slowing your pace down the hall but it’s no use when he’s already eyeing you, that scowl of a frown against his thin, miserable lips. so with a saddened sigh, you decide to just delete your upcoming message in the chat box and click your phone off, a pout jutting at your lips. once you’ve finally made it to mr. chang’s intimidating figure, you depressingly go to place your phone into the plastic bin with the other student’s. he watches your hand with furrowed eyebrows as you slip it from the box. “thank you.” he croaks, as you throw your phone one last sad look as it sits helplessly in the black hole of mistreated devices.

just as you’ve stepped a foot inside, you swear you see your phone light up with a notification. panic suddenly spreads through your stomach as you make out the tiny little words of the gray banner. does that say kisses4ireun? shit. you widen your eyes as mr. chang emerges into the classroom, the knob of of the door firm in his left hand as he drags the door shut behind him. you watch him adjust the phone bin held to his hip as you part your desperate lips to speak. “wait, mr. chang—”

“nope. go have a seat.” he tells you blankly, walking past you briskly towards his wooden desk in the corner. you slouch your shoulders as you make your way to your assigned computer desk, pulling the plastic chair out dramatically and slowly to plop yourself right into it.

you don’t even look over the top of your computer at mr. chang, who had approached the middle of the spacious classroom to begin talking about the lesson. sure, you are pouting, but he’s left you no choice. the suspense of juyang’s notification is driving you absolutely insane, especially when you know you’re gonna have to wait an hour and thirty minutes to see it. you’re not that patient.

so, once he’s explained the long, painful, webquest you must delve right into, your mind thinks of an amazingly malicious plan. with mr. chang leaned over to converse with one of the students in the far upper corner of the classroom, you decide to open up a new tab. sure, this was risky, especially when your search history had the upmost ability to be viewed by all school faculty. but you didn’t really care, i mean, how often do they check that stuff anyway?

your careful, stealthy fingertips then begin pressing into the thick, black keys of the keyboard, looking up the website your blog is on. you make sure to flick your gaze up at the teacher every so often to make sure he doesn’t approach you and your secretive blog viewing as you log right into your girldoll account. you take a quick glance at the students sitting on either side of you, sighing in relief when you noticed they’re submerged in the contents of their soul sucking webquest. what losers, amirite?

once you’ve successfully logged in, you immediately drag your cursor over to notifications. you slip your bottom lip nervously between your teeth as you glance over at the teacher, who seems to have drifted dangerously closer to you, observing the screen of a nearby student. you swallow thickly in your throat, your heart throbbing in your ears as you skim through your notifications for that one, beloved user. right then, you spot it. kisses4ireun just followed girldollgifs. view their profile now!

your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach in utter disappointment. your pores just secreted a gallon of stress sweat for a notification that wasn’t even a notification? you let a disappointed exhale breathe from your nostrils, edging your cursor up to the red X at the end of the tab. right as you’ve hovered that tiny white arrow over the X, you feel a hard tap on your shoulder. fuck. “ahem.”

as if you didn’t just get caught, you quickly switch your tab back to the school’s website. “y/n,” you hear mr. chang’s deep voice above you. you let your eyelids flutter closed as you mentally curse out yourself. “please meet me outside.”

so there you sit, the bottom of your denim jeans collecting floor dust as you scoot your bum up against the brick wall outside of your classroom. you’re staring at the math packet between your fingers, a loud groan slipping from between your gritted teeth. you scoot your knees up to your chest and let the back of your head lean against the wall. “i’m so stupid,” you mumble to yourself, tossing your math packet onto the floor beside you. you place your palms over your warming face. “girldollgifs? really? you can’t just look that shit up on google?”

the loud shrill of the bell then echoes out against the walls of the hallway, signaling a transition to the next class. you let yourself sit there for a few more lingering seconds, regretting every decision you ever made in your life. you watch as students begin to crowd the length of the corridor, and soon, you finally decide to straighten up to your feet. you grab your backpack from against the door and sling it’s strap over your shoulder, a shaky sigh exhaling from the chamber of your lungs. what an embarrassing moment of weakness. will never let a boy get to me like that again……. not in the middle of class anyway. him and his stupid follow notifs can wait.

“oh…” you hear a familiar voice behind you, causing you to whip right around towards the sound. your expression sours once you’re met with yang jungwon heading in your direction, a couple of his rugged friends following his tail. “someone got in trouble…” he sing-songs with raised brows, his friends chuckling shortly behind him. you narrow your eyes at him as you watch him enter your previous computer class, resisting the urge to throw your palm out to whack him right in the face. god, you should’ve done it.

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“so… did the people beside you not see you?” you hear yeoul ask firmly into your ear, her voice crackly on the other side of the phone. you let a groan escape your parted lips, letting your back fall with a thud against your mattress.

“they probably did once mr. chang came over there.” you grumble behind the palm you’ve lifted over your face. you tap your index finger against the cell phone held up to your ear. “it was so embarrassing. everyone probably saw my girldoll blog i forgot to exit out of.” you hear a snort from yeoul on the other side of the line, lifting your hand away from your face to watch yourself pick at your cuticle. “but, anyway….”

“it’s okay, y/n. everyone including mr. chang will probably forget by tomorrow.” you let a loud sigh roll from out of your lips as you lift yourself back up into your previous slouched position.

“yeah,” you mumble, your eyes trained on your laptop screen situated in the comfort your lap. your gaze lingers on the home page of your blog a minute longer before you slowly furrow your eyebrows, eyes darting down to the inbox icon. two new messages?

“wait, yeoul,” you begin, your teeth going to anxiously bite at the soft skin of your lower lip. you drag your cursor over towards the mail icon before clicking it. “i’m gonna put you on speaker phone.”

“okay,” the girl replies as you lift the phone away from your ear, setting it to balance on top of your thigh. “i’ll put you on speaker phone, too. gotta stream my girls’ new music video for the nth time.” you simply block out yeoul’s last comment as you now rear your focus in on your computer, your eyes drifting across the screen to read your new messages. your heart rate skyrockets seeing they’re sent from kisses4ireun.

────────────────────────── ⍈ 4:03pm • kisses4ireun: remember i said you’d be the prettiest girl at the concert?

kisses4ireun: i was right 😌──────────────────────────

your eyebrows furrow slowly with heavy confusion. “damn….” you hear yeoul’s faint voice emit from the phone on your thigh. you can barely make out the rhythmic pop beat in the background. “moonyi is really serving with those vocals.”

“hm…” you hum, trying to wrap your brain around juyang’s comment. what does he mean by this? after a few minutes of idly staring at his messages, you decide to type up a hesitant reply.

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: juyang 😭 that’s really sweet but you haven’t even seen what i look like yet T-T

kisses4ireun: haha you’re right 😅😅 i can just sense it bc your personality is so pretty :-)

forgirlDoll: stopp 😭 you’re too much

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ah, okay, you think. that makes sense. “duuuude,” yeoul drags out, snapping you out of your juyang lovestruck state. “i didn’t even notice it before, but i think that’s bts jungkook as one of the dancing icecream guys.”

“yeoul, what?” you chuckle softly through a soft curve of your lips, feeling heat in the apples of your cheeks. “what are you on about?”

“i’m serious. go to minute 2:14. tell me that’s not jungkook behind ireun.”

“no,” you mumble teasingly, watching as another message from juyang pops up on your screen. “i believe you. i trust you and your… semi-bad eyesight.”

“my eye sight is not even bad y/n, i wear contacts 85% of the time. so.”

────────────────────────── kisses4ireun: hey tickets went on sale today. if you still want to go with me tell me rn before i buy them and make you go anyway >:) ──────────────────────────

crap. how am i gonna tell yeoul? “okay… i just went back to rewatch and it might not be jungkook. looking more like exo’s kyungsoo.”

“yeoul,” you chuckle again, nervously looking down at your lap as you pick at your cuticles in hesitant thought. “they don’t even look alike.”

“hey. with the makeup they’ve put on him in this video, i’d beg to differ. don’t argue with me, i wear contacts.”

“yeoul,” you begin hesitantly, threading your eyebrows together softly. “how mad would you be if i went to the concert with juyang instead of you?” you squeeze your eyelids shut to brace for impact, readying yourself mentally for her screaming mantra. a few seconds of silence crackle from the receiver, your heart pounding loudly against your chest.

“hmm…” you hear your friend hum. “you know what… that’s okay. i met this girl at the bus stop who likes girldoll too, i’ll just ask her to go with me. but if juyang is an old creepy man who kidnaps you, i’m going to laugh and act like i didn’t see it.”

you let a relieving exhale deflate from your lungs. “okay, okay. i can understand that.” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as a minuscule amount of serotonin flows through your body, imagining finally seeing juyang face to face. “i honestly thought you’d be mad.”

“well, i was going to be, but it’s okay. i kind of want him to be a catfish so you get a taste of your own medicine.”

you snort. “okay, that’s totally fair.”

────────────────────────── forgirlDoll: i’ll go to the concert with you juyang 😆😆

kisses4ireun: wait really??

forgirlDoll: yesss :>

kisses4ireun: that makes me so happy ^_^ can’t wait to see your pretty face

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as soon as you read over juyang’s latest message, the guilt slowly creeps up on you. there’s heat budding up in your cheeks and your neck, your heart feeling as if it’s detached from all of its vessels and floating on its own inside your ribcage. yeoul starts talking to you about the unfair line distribution of koko in the music video, but all you can focus on is just how inconsiderate you’ve been towards juyang. you’ve been so focused on imagining him as a dead part of yang jungwon, when in reality, he’s a real actual person. he is far from yang jungwon.

what if when he’s finally revealed to me at the concert, i lose all feelings? what if it’s because i wanted him to be jungwon all along? if he’s anyone else other than him, will i even be satisfied? the answer to the last question on your mind makes an anxious feeling bloom in the pit of your stomach. maybe i’ll just wait and see what i feel.

“… y/n? are you there?” yeoul’s soft voice snaps you out of your daze, blinking to yourself as you fold your knees up against your chest.

“uh, yeah, sorry.” you softly chuckle, messing with the fabric of your striped pajamas. “what did you say again?”

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you’d rather jump off the nearest cliff then continue sitting through this soul-sucking lunch period. ever since homeroom at 7am sharp this morning, you’ve been suffering verbal harassment from your ever loving peers. “hey, y/n,” this one boy had come up to your desk after roll call, a boy you’ve never talked to before in your life. “who’s your girldoll bias?” you threw him a devilish glare, watching as he’d share a couple snickers with his obnoxious friends. and then, on your way to the cafeteria, another girl you’ll probably never see again, stops you in the hallway with a hand to your shoulder.

“hey!” she exclaimed, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “aren’t you’re the nerd who likes that weird pop group who sings about making love to icecream?” you only blinked at her in reply, your lips pursing into a line as you felt heat flame up in your cheeks. she only threw you a quick giggle before walking off, leaving you stomping gloomily through the double doors of the lunch room. that little blabbermouth, you thought, steam basically shooting from your ears as you headed down the lunch line. he’ll be the reason for my villain arc.

now, you sit beside yeoul at your usual lunch table, your head in your hands as she tells off this tall boy from the soccer team. “….maybe if you actually translated the lyrics!” she spits, standing up from her stool to place her hands on her hips. you mentally groan, feeling heat from your face against the skin of your palms. when is this over? “you’d actually see it’s more than just dancing icecream and glittery bodysuits!” you hear the soccer boy standing behind you let out a snort, before muttering a quiet okay..? the squeak of his tennis shoes against the tile floor telling you he’s walked away from yeoul’s extravagant scene.

“god,” you hear yeoul sigh as she sits back down in her seat, adjusting the bottom of her tight top. you slowly lift your head up shamefully, noticing all the pointed eyes and hushed whispers from people scattered across the cafeteria. “i can’t handle all these uneducated morons.”

“it’s okay, yeoul.” a girl named aesha whispers from across you at your table, her face looking rather red and uncomfortable. “just ignore them. we already have enough attention on us.” soon, your little table group had eased their way back into their casual conversation, no more girlDoll confrontation brought up upon you. it was nice, for a few minutes, as you wedge your sushi roll between your chopsticks peacefully.

it wasn’t until yeoul’s loud hiss towards a certain boy approaching your table made you realize all your settled peace had quickly dissipated. “don’t you even dare step any closer, yang jungwon.” her voice is loud in your ear and you wince, not even daring to look up yourself. what the hell does he want? “you’ve started enough shit already.”

“i’m not here to make fun of you,” you hear jungwon exclaim softly, a small sigh following his small words. “i just wanted to give this to y/n.” your eyebrows furrow slightly as you watch a red lollipop topple right onto the table beside your sushi tray. you decide to look up at jungwon confusingly, taken aback by the redness of his round cheeks. at your curious gaze, you watch the tips of his ears hiding behind curls of his black hair turn red, his doe eyes widening at your expression. “i just felt bad. about the other day.” he tells you, adjusting his grip against his single backpack strap. “you don’t have to take it,” he shrugs, “if you don’t want it i’ll gladly have it back.”

“she doesn’t want anything from you.” yeoul begins beside you, a disgruntled frown upon her glossy lips. you go to place your hand on her arm, watching as she snaps her head over to you.

“no it’s okay,” you tell your friend, a nervous curve to the edge of your lips. you flick your gaze back up to jungwon’s nervous expression, watching as he nibbles on the skin of his bottom lip. “thanks.” you mumble, and he flashes you an awkward smile.

“don’t thank me. also, this doesn’t mean i like you. i know you like me, but this is just me being nice. girldoll sucks.” he raises his eyebrows at you amusingly, and you roll your eyes in reply.

yeoul scoffs. “she doesn’t like you. now, beat it.”

just as he begins walking back to his own table across the lunch room, he throws his head back at you, a shy curve to his lips and a dimple etched in his cheek. and just as he turns his head back around, did he just….. wink at you? and just why did your heart flutter at it? your heart jumps inside your chest and you blink dumbfounded, your eyes going to train on the red lollipop laying nicely against the table. he… winked at me? and not just a smug, obnoxious wink, a genuine, nice wink? what dimension did i just wake up into?

“i wouldn’t eat it if i were you.” yeoul tells you blankly, threading her arms over her chest as she watches you unwrap the plastic from around the candy. “he probably like, licked the wrapper.” you ignore yeoul’s sulky declaration, laying the crumbled plastic onto the table before sticking the red candy between your lips.

“that’s okay.” you mumble, swishing the lollipop between your teeth to settle against your cheek. “its the first time he’s been nice to me in years. i’ll take what i can get.”

“you’re odd, y/n.”

you simply shrug at yeoul’s words, happily sucking on the cherry flavored orb against your tongue.

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your red lollipop was still sitting happily in the nook of your cheek as you sat daydreaming in your computer class, your cheek in your palm as you replayed jungwon’s pretty wink over and over in your head. mr. chang was going on about something related to astrology, your eyes locked on his broad figure but your mind remained up in the clouds.

and as if you simply manifested his entrance into your reality, you watch as that cursed black haired boy swings open the door to your classroom. mr. chang throws his head back at his disturbance with confusion laced in his firm expression. “jungwon…. can i help you? you’re interrupting my lesson.” you watch mr. chang cross his arms over his chest before flicking your heart-eyed gaze over to jungwon’s frozen stance at the doorway.

“uh,” you watch jungwon chuckle nervously, his hand going to slide into the pocket of his low waisted denim jeans. “i have to make up a test in here, unfortunately. sorry for interrupting.” he flashes the teacher an anxious lopsided smile, strands of his black hair fluttering against his thick eyelashes. you can’t help but roam your gaze down his lanky, slouched figure, admiring his black charmed necklace and the silver studs pierced lowly into his earlobes. you admired the rosace ness of his cheeks and the way he slides his palm nervously over the back of his neck as he awaits mr. chang’s reply.

“alright. make sure to put your phone in the bin.” mr. chang huffs, lifting his hand to direct jungwon to the computer desk on the far right of him at the front of the classroom. “mrs. yori has no respect for other teachers, i guess.” you hear your teacher mumble with a shake of his head, before slapping his hands together firmly. “okay, class. anyway.. as i was saying…”

you can’t help but keep your eyes trained on jungwon as you watch him place his phone into the bin on top of mr. chang’s desk, before your eyes follow him on his way to his seat. you’re being pathetic, you think to yourself, as you catch yourself smiling at the endearing holes jungwon had tore into his black sweater sleeves to slide his thumbs through. what is wrong with you? you blink shamefully as you tear your eyes away from the boy, straightening your spine in your chair. “okay, y/n.” you whisper to yourself, slapping your own cheek softly. “don’t let this boy get to you just because he did one nice thing for you. and it wasn’t even that nice…”

in the corner of your eye you catch the boy sitting beside you eyeing you weirdly, which makes heat flame up into your cheeks. “what?” you mumble, before you slide cowardly down the back of your chair. dude. you’re crazy. get it together.

once the bell finally rings, after your hopeless, distracted mind absorbed absolutely nothing from mr. chang’s lengthy lesson, you make sure to be the first one to jump out of your seat. you just had to beat yang jungwon out of here before any sort of interaction sends your brain to goo.

you make your way passed your hurrying classmates as you clutch your backpack straps, eyeing the phone bin that mr. chang was holding by the doorway. once that plastic bin is finally displayed in front of you, you blink down at the collection of black phones. your eyes frantically scan around its contents in recognition of your own device, but you just can’t seem to spot it. you’re blocking the doorway, frustrated grunts and groans emitting from students just trying to get passed you. “can you move?”

in a panic, you grab what you’re 99% sure is your phone, by the tiny crack in the back of its clear case. you push your way out of the classroom, a heavy sigh exhaling from between your lips. okay, you think to yourself. now down the stairs to second period.

heavy breaths tumble from between your lips as you quickly run down the stone steps of your corridor, brushing passed stubborn shoulders and squeaking over frantic feet. it wasn’t until you heard your name being called across the hallway that you immediately squeak to a halt. there’s students bumping into you as you throw your head back down the length of the hall, spotting a boy making eye contact with you as he holds a phone in the air. with confusion bubbling up inside your system, you make your way back down the corridor and towards him.

“hanjee?” you mumble questioningly as you soon approach him, watching as he outstretches his arm out towards you, offering you the black phone in his hand.

“i accidentally grabbed your phone by accident.” he tells you with a short chuckle bubbling passed his plush lips. “sorry, they all look the same.” your heart rate escalates as you hesitantly go to grab your phone, noticing it also has a crack in its clear case.

“oh,” you mumble with furrowed brows, turning the device in your hand to click the lock screen on. yeah, most definitely your phone. you then begin to dig into your pocket to fetch the phone you thought was yours. “this means i have yours, right?”

“oh, no,” the tall boy tells you with a shake of his head, his thick eyebrows threading together above his eyes. you pause your hands’ movements in your pocket as you study him. “my buddy has mine. see you tomorrow, y/n?” he tells you with a quick smile, punching your shoulder and turning on his heel before you can even get a word out.

crap. you groan in your throat. this means i have someone else’s phone. you continue your slow pace back down the direction you were initially headed, ignoring the emptying hallway. you pull out the phone that’s not yours, turning it over to view the screen. immediately, the lock screen flashes at you, heat quickly bubbling to your cheeks at the image. great, you mumble to yourself, observing the picture of jungwon and who you assume is his friend, sunoo. of course i have jungwon’s phone. you let an unsatisfied frown perch at your lips as you continue down the hallway, a notification that pops up on jungwon’s phone grabbing your attention.

you stop your tracks in the middle of the hallway as you dreadfully read the notif.

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YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE JUYANG HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE JUNGKOOK. THAT IS MOST DEF CHA EUNWOO BEHIND IREUN?? ARE YOU BLIND?? 🙄──────────────────────────

wait a minute…. what did it say?

maybe you need to read that again. juyang??

you’re not making any sense…. juyang???

you blink, feeling the color drain from your appalled face. you don’t think you read that right, your eyes scanning the message over and over and over. this can’t be jungwon’s phone, maybe it’s… sunoo’s. yeah, maybe it’s his. you could most definitely believe that instead. it wasn’t until another message popped onto the screen that you wanted to most definitely be ran over by 45,000 buses.

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hey jungwon just reminding you to bring my cleats to practice tonight!!!! i cant wear niki’s again they’re too small for me don’t make me go through that. half my foot is still bruised

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no. no…. no. it can’t be. maybe you’re dreaming. you squeeze your eyes shut in the middle of the empty hallway and go to pinch your arm harshly, wincing at the very real pain. okay, okay, maybe it’s real. you don’t know whether to be relieved, or absolutely enraged. because how does he have the right to even make fun of you at all? for something he’s obviously into as well? you simply want to chuck his phone at the wall and watch it break into a million minuscule pieces.

you can feel tears blur at your waterline, as you sulkily make your way towards your classroom. you know you’re late but you simply don’t care, the internet love of your life you’ve known for a year now, the sweetest boy on the planet, is your human embodiment of a parasite, yang jungwon. how did this even come to be? you have so many questions and angry words pounding at your temples, but you sniff your tears back and continue walking, your fingers buzzing with rage. oh, just wait, yang jungwon. you clench your jaw to stop the sudden tremble of your lip. just you wait….

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kisses4ireun: hey sorry i took so long to respond

kisses4ireun: i’m on my laptop because i lost my phone T_T

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you stare at your bright laptop screen with tears blurring your vision, stuffing your face back into the pillow you’re holding tightly to your chest. “y/n….” yeoul cooes on the phone beside you on your mattress, forced to listen to your choked sobs. “it’s gonna be okay.”

“no, it’s not.” you sob through mascara mixed tears, lifting your head up to swipe at your mascara coated pillow. “it’s not okay. how does he have the audacity to make me look like a fool in front of our whole grade? he’s told everyone, yeoul.” you sniff harshly to suck back the snot slowly dripping out of your nose. “he’s such a fucking jerk.”

“all you have to do is do the same thing back. tell his whole soccer team. i mean, you do have his phone. it’s not hard to expose him.”

“no, i cant do that,” you whisper, tongue sliding against your bottom lip to collect your conjured spit. you swipe at your stained pillow some more, your puffy eyes going back to gaze at juyang— jungwon’s open messages. “i’m not that kind of person.”

“are you just saying that because he gave you a lollipop?”

“no,” you whine, your eyebrows furrowing above your reddened eyes. “i just… a part of me still cares about him. and i’ve always wanted him to be nice to me again.”

“so… why aren’t you jumping for joy that he’s juyang? he’s been nice to you this whole time. flirting with you, even. obviously, he’s interested.”

“that doesn’t matter, yeoul!” you exclaim with raised eyebrows, your hand going to smack the fabric of your pillow. “he doesn’t know he’s texting with me..” you whisper through a quivering lip, your palms going up to cover your face as you groan into your hands. “he’s just a… a coward. a jerk. an effing dickhead.”

“yeah! yeah, you tell em’!”

“… that i maybe perhaps am still attracted to.”

yeoul let’s out a groan at this, causing you to nervously chuckle behind the comfort of your hands.

“aaand we’re back at square one.”

you then let out a longing sigh, peeking through the cracks of your fingers to stare at your laptop screen once again, buzzing thoughts clouding your scattered mind. “the concert… what about the concert….”

“well…” yeoul sighs, the phone crackling at the close proximity of her loud sigh. “you gotta cancel on him now. give that boy a taste of his own medicine. make him look dumb. show up to school tomorrow, shove his phone in his face, and expose that mofo. in front of everyone. and then…. me and you go to the concert together. the end.”

you begin to chew on your bottom lip in thought, feeling the cold sensation of your running snot approach your upper lip. “i don’t know…” you whisper, your eyes fixating into a daze onto your computer screen. you go to wipe your snot with the back of your hand, hearing yeoul scoff on the line.

“y/n…. you have to give him his phone back eventually. you need to expose him. i know you care about him, but… if he cared about you he’d treat you with respect. so it shouldn’t really matter whether or not you still have feelings for him, he still deserves a harsh, reputation-ruining confrontation. am i wrong….?”

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kisses4ireun: helloooo….? :(

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“okay, class.” mrs. yori sighs, holding a clipboard up against her chest. she stands in front of the vast soccer field, where agile teenage boys finish up their practice for their upcoming game. you hug your beige sweater closer to your chest, the dainty fingers of the chilly, october breeze prickling at the skin of your arms. “today’s assignment obviously will include observations of nature.”

your squinted eyes drift from mrs. yori’s petite figure and over to the soccer field behind her, peering at the running players through the strands of dark hair that the breeze pushes in front of your eyes. your eyes can’t help but fall upon player 16, aka, jungwon, a sour feeling spreading inside your belly as you remember yesterday’s mentally catastrophic events.

“you’ll be split up into pairs,” mrs. yori declares, peering down at the paper clipped to her clipboard. “and each one of you will identify three examples of blah, blah, blah….” her monotone instructions get lost somewhere in its route to your cochlea, your gaze and focus aligned on the running figure of the dark haired boy a good distance from you. you watch as he sprints towards the soccer ball rolling to him, before throwing it a harsh kick, sending it flying through the air and over towards the goal.

woah, you think, your eyebrows subconsciously lifting into your forehead. of course he’s good at soccer. “y/n?” yeoul suddenly nudges you in the shoulder, a confused look taking upon her concentrated features. you blink yourself out of your shameful staring, noticing your classmates had dispersed among the clearing around you.

“sorry.” you reply softly, furrowing your eyebrows in self frustration. “let’s get to the assignment.” yeoul let’s a small sigh roll between her glossed lips, a bejeweled hand going to run through her hair as she fixates her gaze down on the paper in her grip.

“okay.” she begins, your eyes on the clench of her jaw as she chews on her grape flavored bubblegum. “so… i say we try over at the bleachers first.” she tells you softly, before turning on her heel against the gravel. you have absolutely no idea what the assignment is, but then again, do you ever? you decide to just keep your lips sealed as you follow aimlessly behind her, thinking maybe she’ll end up doing the assignment herself. it’ll give you more time to ogle at jungwon, anyway. aren’t you supposed to be mad at him?

you’ve now approached the high stature of the metal soccer field bleachers, the bottoms of your tennis shoes crunching the gravel below you. you watch as yeoul crouches down on her hands and knees, peering under the bleachers. you’re super confused, your eyelashes batting against your cheekbones as you thoroughly observe her actions. the more you look at her, the more confused you are, watching as she brushes her palms against the graveled dirt. you blink. what is she doing? “i think…. we’ve got a good spot here…”

your attention is then tugged away from yeoul’s odd searching once you hear the blow of a loud whistle, veering your head towards the soccer field to watch the players disperse, heading over to their water bottles and towels on the outskirts of the field. your heart begins racing once your gaze lands on a very red, and very sweaty yang jungwon, his hands perched on his hips and his chest heaving rapidly. you watch him start walking towards you, and you panic. you dart your eyes down towards the seats of the bleachers and notice the water bottle and towel sitting upon the bottom row. shit.

he’s walking closer to you now, and you’re not sure if he’s noticed you. should you hide behind the bleachers? no, he might see you, and that’d be weird. “oh, y/n.” you hear yeoul sigh, noticing she’s crawled further under the bleachers. “just go ahead and talk to him. i won’t be mad.” you glance over at your friend who throws her head back to give you a look, your heart rate erratic inside your chest.

you slip your lip between your teeth, looking back over at jungwon who is now, rather standing closely by you. your heart jumps at the sudden proximity, his gaze lingering on your frozen figure with an amused curve digging up his red, sweaty cheek. “hi, y/n.” he breathes, reaching down to grab his water bottle sitting on the edge of the bleacher. you swallow dryly in your throat, feeling that dreaded heat bloom to your cheeks. you simply part your dry lips as you awkwardly watch him tilt his head back, lifting his water bottle to his lips before letting its contents slip down his throat.

“um,” you nervously stutter, trying not to ogle at the damp, black hair that he shakes out of his eyes. he’s now raising his eyebrows at you in curiosity, swishing water between his cheeks as he twists the plastic cap back onto his bottle. “jungwon… i need to talk to you.”

you watch his eyebrows tighten together, swallowing the last contents of the water between his cheeks before leaning over to place his bottle back onto the bleacher. “you need to talk to me?” he asks in a hesitant tone, tugging the middle of his damp green soccer shirt to stop it sticking to his chest. “about what exactly?”

you feel like you’re going to faint. “well.” you mutter shakily, slowly reaching down into the pocket of your denim jeans. “i have… your phone.” you slip his phone out of your pocket and slowly extend your hand out to him, watching as a now nervous expression distorts at his features, his eyes narrowing at your unnerved face.

“why do you have my phone?” he asks lowly, slowly going to fetch it from your clammy hands. “are you stalking me?”

“no,” you reply firmly, sticking your fists nervously into your pockets. “i.. accidentally grabbed it when computer class ended. also.. i… there’s — there’s something else i need to say.”

“go ahead, y/n.” he softly chuckles, burying his phone into the pocket of his black athletic shorts. “i’m all ears. loosen up, don’t be so nervous.” his eyebrows raise again under his damp locks, his lips curved into a lopsided smile. his words only make your neck flame even more, and you don’t think you can maintain eye contact as you mutter your next words.

“jungwon..” you inhale a shaky breath, throwing your head back at your surroundings to confirm your teacher is nowhere in sight.

“mhmm..?”

“i know about your girlDoll account.” you let a heavy exhale droop at your shoulders, your eyelids going to clamp shut. “i know that you’re user kisses4ireun.”

for a good few, solid seconds, all you can hear is yeoul’s distant, malicious giggle, and the chirping birds perched high above you. your eyes remain shut, your fists balled into your pockets. the air is tense, thick enough to be sliced with a knife. you pop one eye open at jungwon’s lingering silence, his face now a pale, rosy color as he stares at you intensely, his jaw clenching periodically. “how?” he barely mumbles above a whisper, both of his fists going to frustratedly slide into the pockets of his shorts.

you swallow the lump in your throat. “well, i saw a notification pop up on your phone from a girlDoll blog user calling you juyang.” your chest swells with your next, hesitant declaration. “also, i’m the forgirlDoll account you’ve been talking to.” oh no. you’re bracing yourself for impact, your heart feeling like it could shoot right out of your chest at the speed it’s beating. the air is silent again, making you want to disappear into thin air.

you hear a long, loud inhale rise at jungwon’s chest, before the sound of his shoes crunching along gravel tingle at your ears. is he coming closer? “y/n.” he whispers, his voice now inches in front of you. you pop one eye open and see he’s leaned his side into the side of the bleachers, his chin tilted up at you and his eyebrows furrowed, a slight curve edging up his lip. “i already know who you are.”

your eyes pop open, staring at him in utter disbelief. what did he just say? “what… you knew?”

“he knew?” you ignore yeoul’s sudden chirp somewhere behind you.

“y/n,” he groans amusingly, his palm going to rest on his forehead before sliding it down his flushed face. “you literally left your blog up on the computer in tech class. did you forget it was under your school account, too?”

heat takes over your entire body. “you… were on my computer?” god, you want to shrivel yourself up into a ball and get swallowed by the void. of course. of course.

“unfortunately, i was.” he croaks lowly, watching as you smack both of your palms to your face. “also, why… why would you search up your blog on the school computer? are you that stupid?” you groan behind the heat radiating from your palms, hearing yeoul snort behind you.

“yes. yes she is.”

“i just.” you whine frustratingly, throwing your hands off of your heated, embarrassed face. “i was— i had just gotten a notification from you when i walked in, and i couldn’t check my phone and i was— i was just eager. okay?”

you hear a small giggle breathe from jungwon’s nose, glancing up at his smug, amused expression as he tilts the side of his head to rest it against the bleacher, his half lidded eyes observing you. “god, you’re obsessed with just every version of me, huh?”

“don’t even.” you blurt, your heart rate sky rocketing into the clouds. “i just…” you lick your lips briefly, your eyebrows threading together. “so… you still talked to me even after you knew it was me. why?”

you watch jungwon’s eyes narrow in on you, his tongue slowly gliding along the top of his bottom lip. “hmm.” he hums, his arm reaching up to scratch slowly at the nape of his neck. “let’s play a game. it’s called let’s see how oblivious y/n can be. go.”

your face drains of all color. “what does that— what does that mean?” yeoul let’s out a firmly whispered, what?! in disbelief of jungwon’s words, feeling her fist punch softly into your back.

“it means he likes you, dumb fuck.”

“but i don’t understand,” you whine in frustration, your arms going to thread over your chest. “you’re so mean to me, like all the time. a jerk, i should say. a really really really mean terribly rude jerk. who hurts my feelings.”

“y/n.” jungwon groans again, lifting his head up from the bleachers to throw his gaze back at the soccer field, watching as his teammates start heading off the field. “i’ll explain everything to you. if you let me.”

“okay, let’s hear it, then.”

“not right now, though.” he chuckles nervously, throwing his hands up in the air dismissively. “i have to go back inside. just come over to my house tomorrow so i can make it up to you. and we can talk. okay?” he raises his eyebrows at you curiously as he begins backing up away from the bleachers, his cleats scraping against the gravel.

you pout, anxious adrenaline rushing through your system. “why would i ever agree to that?” you tease, furrowing your eyebrows at the amused smirk slowly curving up his lip.

“because, y/n,” he rasps lowly, slipping a hand into his pocket as he continues walking backwards. “you’ve still got a crush on mean boy, don’t you?” your face immediately flares up with heat as you purse your lips into a line, watching a dimpled grin spread along his cheeks. he then quickly turns on his heel, jogging down the remaining length of the soccer field.

you stare, at him, dumbfounded, hearts practically shooting out of your retnas. are you mad? are you absolutely smitten? you’re possibly both, your gaze still trained on jungwon’s distant figure as you feel yeoul throw a harsh arm over your shoulder. “well, y/n.” she breathes into your ear, wafts of her grape gum floating into your nostrils. “that wasn’t the confrontation i expected, nor wanted to watch, but hey, you did it.” she then harshly pats you hard on the back, making you wince. “i’m proud of you. i don’t necessarily approve of… this, but. if you’re happy, i’m happy. also, i completed the paper. if you’re curious.”

“i don’t care, yeoul.” you slur, your mind tainted with images of jungwon and his sweaty, stupid face. “eff that stupid paper.”

“exactly. eff the school system, eff this class. eff it all, i say.” your eyes are still fogged over as you gaze at the emptying soccer field, leaning your side dreamily into the bleachers. “c’mon, y/n.” you hear yeoul’s distant voice behind you. “we have a paper to turn in.”

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you would’ve never thought, in a million years, you’d be standing on yang jungwon’s doorstep, knocking on his ugly brown door. you would’ve never thought you’d be seeing his ugly blue shutters in the flesh, this close to your naked eye. it feels weird, you must admit, as you shuffle awkwardly while standing on his doormat, awaiting an answer beyond the door after anxiously knocking.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the absolute urge to puke, imagining chunks of your pizza leftovers splattering all over the potted plants on jungwon’s porch. honestly, his house might look better that way, you think, as you nervously pick at your cuticles.

you know you should be livid with him for the way he’s been mistreating you all these years, but your avid care for the black haired boy told you otherwise. you didn’t know what it was about him that kept you hanging on. maybe it was the way he poked thumb holes into his sleeves, or the way he widens his eyes super big and doey when he’s nervous. maybe it’s the fact he had been running a blog for a cutesy bubblegum kpop group, that kept that little ounce of hope alive. maybe, you realize, as you stand there to pick up all the pieces of yang jungwon, that the lovely boy from two years ago is still in there somewhere. you’ve managed to collect a few pieces of him, you just have to finish putting them all together.

you feel your pulse quicken once a subtle click signals the turn of the doorknob, a sharp, uneasy inhale rising at your shaky lungs. your body instantly flushes with a heat flash at just the mere sight of him, a large white t-shirt low on his collarbones accompanied by a pair of black sweats. the light pink of his cheeks show through the nonchalant persona he’s trying to convey, as he leans his side into the doorway with an arm propped up against it. “oh, look who it is.” he breathes airily through a pretty, dimpled grin, observing your figure. “hi, pretty girl.”

you internally jump off the nearest cliff. “hello.” you meekly reply, stuffing your hands nervously into the pockets of your black jacket. “can i hurry and come in, it’s cold out here.” you let a soft chuckle roll through your lips as he backs up slightly to pull the door further open.

“yeah, i’m sorry.” he says with pink cheeks, nervously going to scratch the nape of his neck. you enter quickly into the warm comfortability of his home, immediately stripping off your jacket to hang it over your arm. “alright, y/n,” he begins, his socks sliding against the hardwood floor as he heads towards the stairs. “follow me.”

“are we…. going to your room?” an immediate anxious feeling settles in the middle of your chest, watching as the boy hops up a few of his carpeted steps. you go to place your palm on top of the banister, watching as he turns around to peer down at you.

“yeah, but.. it’s because i want to show you something. and, i mean, where else are we going to talk? i promise, i have good intentions, y/n.” he chuckles, nodding his head to motion you up the stairs. “c’mon.”

you finally settle on the edge of jungwon’s bed, eyes roaming around the vicinity of his cluttered room. “uh,” he nervously chuckles, going to leave the door a crack as he walks inside. “ignore.. ignore the mess.” your eyes observe the piles of clothes and anime figurines scattered across his carpet, a small curve edging up the corner of your lips. “i was gonna.. um…” he begins softly, his nervous eyes scanning his unkept room. he stands in the middle of it, facing you, his hand going to scratch anxiously at his opposite elbow. “i was gonna make my room look pretty for you, but—”

“it’s okay.” you softly tell him, flashing the boy a small smile. “i like that it’s messy.” you watch as a small chuckle breathes through his nose as he bends down to fetch the t-shirt caught under his foot, throwing it on top of his black dresser.

“alright.” he huffs, straightening back up to approach you. he goes to sit down beside you, propping himself up on his elbows. a few seconds of tense silence settle around the two of you, before you part your hesitant lips to speak.

“so… jungwon, i just want to know one thing.” you mumble, your eyes going to dart down at your hands as you mess with the threads of your sleeve.

“yeah? i’ll tell you anything.” he mumbles, and you can smell the scent of fresh laundry wafting from his clothes.

you swallow slowly. “why… why are you so mean to me? did i ever do anything to upset you?” you barely whisper, feeling heat run to the tips of your ears. more silence follows after your question, hearing the soft breathing of jungwon beside you.

“you never did anything, y/n,” jungwon whispers. “i… i found myself getting feelings for you, which, has never happened to me, ever. and i didn’t know how to deal with it. i also thought you’d never want me, so i guess i just started… teasing you. which—” he exhales longingly, letting his back fall flat against the mattress. “which was just stupid and immature of me. i’m so sorry.”

you hum, continuing to pick the thread in your sleeve. “was this before or after you started crushing on my girlDoll blog?” you throw your head back to flash him a teasing smile, awaiting his reaction. he groans, his cheeks glowing red as he throws his arm across his face.

“look….” he begins, swallowing in his throat. “i’m just relieved it’s been you. i always just kind of imagined it was you, anyway.” he chuckles nervously. “is that embarrassing?”

“not at all,” you tell him, lifting your eyebrows high above your eyes. “actually…. i imagined juyang as you, too. it was like, the only way i could feel butterflies.” silence ticks seconds after your statement, causing anxiety to burst throughout your chest.

“you’re joking.”

“i’m not!” you chuckle, throwing your head back to peer down at him again. he had leaned up to prop himself back on his elbows, his eyebrows perched high above his widened eyes as he stared at you. “i really did.”

“so i’ve been right this whole time.” he mumbles through a half smirk as he scrunches his nose at you, causing your heart to leap out of your chest. you feel him nudge your side with his knee. “you do actually like me.”

“maybe…” you whisper, your eyes going back to study on your hands. you can feel his piercing eyes shooting lasers through your skull, hesitant to even share eye contact.

“look at me and say it.” he mumbles through an endearing, bashful smile. “i want to see your lips form the words.”

“no.” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment.

“please?” he whines, “i don’t wanna have to make you.”

you playfully scoff, throwing your head back to eye him again. “how are you going to—”

your muscles immediately tense up once you feel jungwon’s hands latch to your sides as he begins tickling you. you immediately go to grab at his wrists, trying to pry yourself out of his firm clutches while bursts of breathy laughter conjures up your throat. he lets go once your back finally hits the mattress, lying right beside him. “stop.” you breathe out, your chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths.

jungwon then turns on his side to face you, propping himself up on his elbow. “say it.” he whispers again, his eyes observing the features of your winded face. “repeat what you just said.”

you let a dramatic sigh roll out of your mouth, turning your head to the side to raise your eyebrows at jungwon’s amused expression. “i like you.” you tell him softly, an embarrassed curve rising up the side of your lip. “even though you’ve made my life hell.”

“i don’t think i believe you.” he whispers, furrowing his dark, black eyebrows down at you. he watches you as you sit up to mock his pose, propping yourself up on your own elbows.

“why not?”

“maybe if you kiss me i’ll believe it.” he tells you, as you watch the apples of his slightly freckled cheeks glow bright red. a shy, half smile raises at the corner of his pink lips, your eyes immediately averting to the dimple that presses into the soft, round skin of his cheek. he raises his eyebrows at your silence. “please?”

you can practically feel your heart beat rip at the tissue in your ears, feeling like your body might dissolve into dust on top of jungwon’s mattress. you swallow the nervous lump that had conjured inside your throat as you slowly lift your palms up to cup his round cheeks, inching your face forward closer to his own. your lips are practically brushing against each other’s, feeling his chin tilt up to edge them even closer. you lean your head back away from his lips for a split second, watching the furrow of his eyebrows. “you’re nervous.” you whisper against his mouth. “i can hear your heartbeat.”

“i am nervous.” he whispers shakily against your mouth, his hands going up to grip either of your wrists. “shut up. why are you calling me out?” he smiles against your mouth and you can practically feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, a soft giggle spilling from your nose as you finally connect your lips to his own.

it catches you by surprise once he lifts his lips from yours, only to pepper your mouth in soft, small kisses. you can hear the soft tuffs of his breathy, nervous giggles as he continues pressing his lips into yours, feeling his smile edge along your lips. you let your own nervous breaths tumble from your nostrils once he trails his lips from yours over to your cheek, where he places deeper kisses into the apple of it. “you’re so pretty, y/n.” you immediately feel heat tingle up your neck, letting jungwon settle his soft palm onto the other side of your jaw, his head cocking to the side to continue pressing his lips down the soft curve of your jawline. “so unbelievably pretty.”

“stop…” you whisper, feeling him inhale shakily as he peppers more kisses against the expanse of your cheek, his palm sliding down your neck. he exhales softly through his nose, which causes goosebumps to spread across your skin.

“i wish i could go back in time and tell you every. single. time i’ve thought that.” he slides his palm further down your neck to cup your jaw, his thumb going to hook under your chin to tilt your head up. “it would’ve been so much your head would’ve exploded.” you let out a nervous giggle, your hand going to softly wrap your fingers around jungwon’s wrist. “so maybe it’s a good thing i made fun of you.”

“jungwon..” you groan, sliding your hand up his warm arm. you let your eyelids flutter shut as he continues peppering pecks against your cheek. “i.. i don’t even know what to say to that.”

“good.”

“but…this reminds me,” you whisper through a painful cheek smile, getting deja vu from your chatting with juyang. jungwon hums against your cheek. “this reminds me of heart eyes luv by girlDoll.” you let a quick chuckle brush passed your lips, feeling jungwon smile against your skin. “you know, the lines about cheek kissing.”

“oh, wait.” jungwon then suddenly gasps, immediately backing away from your face. “y/n. you just reminded me.” he exclaims softly, settling both of his palms on your shoulders, his eyebrows raised as he looks you right in the eyes. “this is what i was going to show you.”

you watch him as he jumps right off of his bed, hurrying across his carpet and towards his black dresser against the other side of the wall. you watch as he leans over to rummage through its top drawer, your jaw dropping once he turns around holding up a vinyl record in his hand. “i have the sugar bomb album. on vinyl.” he raises his eyebrows at you, a smug smirk crawling up his lip as he nods slowly at your bewildered expression.

“what?” you exclaim, your lips still fallen ajar in shock. “how? that album came out like, a week ago? how?” you watch as the boy nonchalantly shrugs, walking over to the record player on his nightstand — the one you hadn’t noticed when you walked in — to settle the vinyl on top of it.

“i’m just cool like that.” you narrow your eyes at him as you tongue the inside of your cheek, giving him a slow, disapproving shake of your head.

“i’m telling your soccer team.” you announce, watching as he fiddles with his record player some more. he shrugs again, hearing a short crackle before the opening track icecream magic begins spewing from the rotating disc.

“that’s okay. i am a changed man.” he declares, plopping himself back onto the bed. he settles himself in front of you, leaning back on his elbows as he gazes at you with softened eyes. “you’re still going to the concert with me, right?” he whispers to you, nudging your shoe with his own sock-clad foot.

“yeah.” you whisper back, mentally trained in onto the soft, melodic vocals of the kpop trio. you watch jungwon flash you another dimpled smile, his tongue going to slide over his bottom lip.

“okay, good,” he whispers again, throwing you the subtlest wink. “because i planned to make-out during this song.”

your body immediately flushes with warmth, your eyebrows furrowing nervously up into your forehead. “you’re joking.”

you watch jungwon shrug, a curve hiking up the side of his lip. you watch as he goes to scratch his upper arm, his knuckles drifting up his sleeve. “i guess you’ll just have to see at the concert, huh?”

a/n: helloooo everyone T-T i have risen from the dead. aaah i hope you guys liked this little unexpected fic :> ive been wanting to write something nice for jungwon for a while now and i’m so glad i finally got to! this took about like a WEEK??? but phew i really hope you guys didn’t hate it too much T-T i will be posting more sfw works in the future, so please anticipate it!! if you’d like to be added to my perm taglist, please let me know, it is open! if any of you are interested in being added to a separate nsfw taglist or sfw taglist, please let me know that as well!! :> thank you sooo much for reading :>> smooches you all hard in the face. ♡ >:)

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