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“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” - Younghoon

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: suddenly, you felt as if you were the main character in Meteor Garden ↬ tags: student! + chaebol! younghoon, gn! reader, ft. student! hyunjae, jacob & table partner! sunwoo  ↬ word count: 628 words

↬ a/n: so this author really did watch meteor garden before giving up halfway, this is definitely inspired by them bad-boy-with-emotional-issues trope so enjoy ? or don’t ,, because i was absolutely cringing you are welcome 

“Listen. If you want to survive in this school, don’t get on Younghoon’s bad side. He will make the next few years a living hell if you do.” You glanced quizzically at Sunwoo, “Who is Younghoon?” Sunwoo exasperatedly waved his hands about as he explained from the top, “Okay, transfer student. Remember The Kings? In the Kings there are Jacob, Younghoon and Hyunjae.” You nodded your head. The first day of school and your table partner is already bombarding you with information about the school’s famous group of guys. 

“Yeah. I do recall that.” “Okay, I may have left out some other information but don’t worry I’ll tell you now.” Sunwoo paused and took in a deep breath, “Jacob is the English God, very gentlemanly and loving. Younghoon, Ice God, will not hesitate to make your life hell because he has issues. Hyunjae, Tennis God, good in all types of sports and super ripped. Or that’s what people say about him.” Sunwoo animatedly described. 

“How am I going to spot them?” You asked and Sunwoo glanced at his watch, “Girls of all levels would flock to them. I’m really sorry, transfer student. I’ve got to go for my Physics lecture. I’ll see you for Chemistry class!” You opened your mouth, wanting to pose a question but Sunwoo darted off, leaving you alone in the cafeteria. With a packet of milk given to you by Sunwoo, you paced around the cafeteria, trying to find a seat. 

As you were walking, the main doors of the cafeteria opened, but you had tripped over someone’s extended leg and the milk packet catapulted through the air, before landing on a guy. “Oh my god~! Who dare throw this milk packet on Younghoon oppa?” A bratty sounding female exclaimed. Oh shit, you thought, Not just any guy, but Younghoon. 

Everyone pointed at you and someone reached out and pulled you up, “Are you okay?” Your eyes darted to his name tag. Jacob Bae. “I’m okay, thank you.” Sunwoo was right about Jacob. Younghoon approached you and you took a step back, “I’m really sorry. I’ll...pay for the damage.” 

“My shirt costs $500. The coat is close to a thousand. Are you going to pay for it?” Younghoon stared at me, titling his chin to the right as his eyes glittered, as if trying to say “Dare challenge me?”. Your eyes widened at the price mention, “I...I can’t pay you immediately…” Your gaze darted anxiously around the curious eyes, “I’ll work extra jobs to pay you.” You promised, but it seems like Younghoon had other ideas when he threw his backpack at you. 

“You’ll carry my bag and do all kinds of odd jobs everyday for a month. Then you would have paid off my debt.” You stared at him in shock at his proposition, “You really are horrendous.” “Why?” 

“Everyone keeps telling me that you’re the bad guy. And you really are.” Before you could even continue to protest, he wiggled his fingers, gesturing for you to follow after him, “If you don’t, I’m going to add interest and in the end you’ll have to pay for this with your life.” He stalked off. “I guess you better follow him. What he says, he will make it come true.” Hyunjae patted your shoulder and followed him out. 

Jacob put a hand around your shoulder and steered you out the cafeteria. The once silent cafeteria burst into life and everyone pointed at you as Jacob closed the doors behind you too. 

“I’ll help you hold it.” 

“Jacob, it’s fine. If I have to pay off my debt this way, then so be it. I don’t want to ever see him again after this one month.” You vowed, but oh boy, you were so wrong.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget this feeling.” - Younghoon

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You waved and smiled at the horde of fans that were currently waiting milling outside the bookstore. You took in the scene before you: the excitement buzzing from your eager fans, the smell of freshly printed books that were ready to be purchased, the sleek feel of the marker pen in your hands. 

“No pushing! One at a time!” The security guards were currently holding the fans back, hollering as they did so. The person beside you softly cleared their throat and you glanced up at Juyeon, your best friend since forever and also your manager. 

“Shall we start the book signing? Your fans are very eager.” “Let’s begin.” 

The next hour was a flurry of events: signing book after book and having small talk with your fans. “Ray-nim! When will your next book be?” “Ray-nim! You’re so cool!” “Ray! Could you sign this?” 

Ray. A pen name you went by. You politely nodded at your fans that were standing by the sides. It wasn’t long before the book signing event came to an end and you packed up. “Seems familiar, doesn’t it?” Juyeon neatly packed the various gifts into luggage bags. You chuckled, “It isn’t our first fansign, you know?” You helped him, smiling at the handwritten letters before placing them into the luggage. 

“A-Ahem, excuse me?” 

Juyeon nudged you and you returned your attention to the male fan standing behind you. “I happened to end work really late and I thought that maybe Ray-nim would still be around.” 

You greeted him, “Any later and you would have missed us completely. What’s your name?” “Kim Younghoon.” He enunciated clearly. Sounds familiar. He handed you the book he probably just bought. ‘Glimmering Tears’ was the title of your recent work and you were proud of it, having come up with the book design. You looked at the question left on a post-it on the first page and carefully penned down your answer. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Juyeon neatly keeping the gift Younghoon gave you. 

“I brought one more book with me, could I trouble you to sign it?” Younghoon jolted and reached for his bag, fishing out a rather worn-out book. “Yeah, of course!” It wasn’t unusual for fans to bring other books to sign; after all she only held book signings once every year. He passed the book to you and your breath got caught in your throat. The bright red title ‘The Blazing Sun’ stared back at you, and it felt as if it was taunting you. 

You meet his gaze as a memory unlocked in your mind. 

~ Joseon Dynasty (1392–1910) ~

“Yun’s latest copy of ‘The Blazing Sun’ is out! 10 mun* for one book! Extra 5 mun for a Yun’s official stamp!” 

You lugged another stack of books and heaved them onto the sturdy wooden bench in front of you, acting as your unofficial stall. “I heard there are illustrations this time!” “I cannot wait to read one!” “It is going to be inspiring as usual!”

Yun. A pen name you went by in the Joseon Dynasty. The ladies in their layered chima** gasped and giggled at the opened books as the gentlemen flicked through the pages, pensive look on their faces. You understood that look: one of hesitation and judgement. Most women were illiterate, but you wanted to put a change to that. “One at a time! One at a time!” Juyeon called out, waving his hands in big motions to get people to stand orderly. You snapped out of your thoughts as Juyeon huffed, a grin gracing his face, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget this feeling.” “Feels good, right?” You agreed, sealing your official stamp on the back of the book for a little girl. 

Working in tandem, Juyeon collected the money and did most of the crowd control as you stamped away, answering questions of the curious fans. Sooner than you thought, the day had turned to night and it was time for you to pack up. The crowd had also dispersed and you stretched your limbs, patted Juyeon on the back. 

“Yun-ah, shall we keep the two books?” Juyeon asked as he folded the cloth you were once seated on. You were about to open your mouth to speak, but a lanky figure snatched the book, running off. “Hey! You rascal, come back here!” Juyeon dropped the cloth without much hesitation, chasing the teen. You sighed in exasperation, blaming your padded clothing for restricting your movement. 

Pacing nervously back and forth, you chewed on your bottom lip as you decided to pack your things. “Yun! I got the boy!” Your eyes locked with the fiery glare from the teen. “Speak up, boy. Why did you steal it?” Juyeon held the boy by his shoulders. The boy squirmed, refusing to answer or let the book go. “Ju, you’re hurting him.” You patted Juyeon’s inner wrist, pulling the teen towards you. Leaning forward so that you were eye to eye with him, you calmly asked, “What’s your name?” 

“Yun! He tried to steal your book! And you’re here asking him for his name?” Juyeon pointed at the teen in disbelief and you rolled your eyes. “Your name?” You questioned once more. “Younghoon.” You glanced down at the book in his hands. “You want to read it?” Younghoon hesitated, before nodding vigorously. You rummaged for a couple of coins and pressed it firmly into his cold hands. “Take this and have something warm to eat. You don’t have to pay for the book.” You didn’t know why you were being so nice; something in his eyes sparked a sense of awe. Maybe it was his fearlessness from stealing from a renowned author like you, or maybe his strong desire to learn. 

Younghoon stared at you dumbfounded as Juyeon gave up trying to say anything. “Thank you. I will not forget your kindness.” You took a step back. Younghoon clutched the book in his hands, shoving the money into his pocket. He took one last look at you before dashing off into the darkness. “You’re being oddly nice.” Juyeon pouted, picking up the cloth you had neatly folded. 

“Maybe, it’s because I’m going to go soon. I wonder when this immortal curse the gods put me will end.” “Pft. Yun-ah, that makes the two of us. Stop thinking about it.” 

Walking side by side, you pondered about this curse. Flitting from one generation (or dynasty) to another, you had sought solace in writing books. Books that served as inspiration, books that brought imagination to life, books that caused people to laugh and cry. Books that were your creation. For each dynasty, you had a different pen name. In the Goryeo Dynasty, you were Mae. In the Silla Dynasty, you were Joon. Juyeon had opted to keep his name for simplicity sake, but you changed yours, along with your writing style. 

It was hard to keep partners, for they would die before you would, causing you a lot of heartaches. Thankfully, Juyeon was with you every step of the way, be it as a brother, a cousin, a co-worker and currently, your good friend. Somehow, one way or another, you two would find each other. 

“Snap out of it. We are going to be with each other for as long as I know.” “You’re right.” You inwardly let out a sigh, letting your thoughts drift to a realm unknown.  

--

“...Ray...Ray!” You felt your consciousness pull you back to reality. Juyeon’s hands were on your shoulders, shaking you. “Here.” He handed you a tissue and you realised you had been crying. Younghoon stood nervously in front of you. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know how to best approach you! I swear!” He looked nothing like that scrawny teen you met back then in the cool of the evening. 

You assured him with a shake of your head, letting out a laugh. “I haven’t seen this book in ages.” You weren’t kidding. It was currently 2021 and when you had written the book it was just about the 18th Century. You curiously opened the book, and sure enough you saw your handwriting. “You must be the same Younghoon from then.” Younghoon sheepishly laughed, “I recognised your writing style. I had an inkling that it was you. But now that I’m finally here in the flesh, I can confirm with my own two eyes that it was you whom I met in the past Dynasty.” 

“I’ve been waiting all my life to find you, and now that I did, I won’t lose you again.”

a/n: mun - currency, chima - outfit for women in the joseon 

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